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deceitfuldevout · 4 months

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Until Death (Part 2)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Husband!Rafe Cameron x Wife!Reader

Word Count: +2,021

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Domestic Violence, Humiliation, Branding, Forced breeding, Gun violence, Mild gore, Hints of misogyny.

Author's Note(s): I know this is over the top. I am on my period and only seek *violence*.

During the next few months, it had only worsened. Rafe was starting to feel comfortable around you now that his father isn’t keeping tabs. It was about time you had some marital training. From now on, no more hanging around those Pogue friends of yours. It was about time you started acting like a part of higher society. He won’t have you embarrassing him.

He’s let you get away with more than enough snarky remarks, and if you kept that stubborn attitude there will be consequences. Those days of rebellion are over now. He came up with the perfect routine to follow. As head of the house, Rafe expects certain things from you. To serve and obey like a good wife should.

It took some time and effort but eventually you learned. Whatever it takes to ease that temper of his. You remember the first few weeks of training. When Rafe would chase you down the halls of the manor with a riding crop in hand. He wouldn’t hesitate to bend you over his lap if needed. He absolutely loved to play ‘cat and mouse’, taunting his prey before going in for the kill.

Rafe took pleasure in watching that flicker of hope burn out. When he would arrive home from a long day of work, he wants you waiting patiently at the door. As soon as he steps in you get to work, greeting him when he enters. You place a chaste kiss on his cheek. Rafe isn’t satisfied by your lack of effort. He doesn’t try hiding the obvious frown, “Sweetheart,” his voice is stern, “That’s not what I taught you,” he’s waiting for you to get it right.

When you lean in again, he wraps his arms around your waist. Rafe takes the opportunity to lift you a few inches from the ground. He places you back down with his hands still cupping your rear. He grips and squeezes at the flesh before delivering a harsh smack. Then Rafe finally let’s go. Now sporting a cocky grin on his face, “I’m starving, what’s for dinner?” he can afford a private chef but prefers a home cooked meal instead. It was his way of keeping you busy at home. He loves watching you on camera playing housewife.

You walk with him the dining room where dinner awaits. It instantly improves his mood. Dinner was quiet. Mainly because Rafe did most of the talking. He would start with how his day was, then extensive detail of how his office life was, followed by how happy he was to be back home. You’ve already tuned him out. It took a while to realize he’d been calling your name.

By the time you’ve realized it he’s already lost his temper. He slams the dinner table hard enough to break out of that daydream you were currently in. You look up from your plate to find a very pissed off Rafe. You let out a string of apologies that are quickly shut down by him, “Don’t, not another word out of your mouth until we’re finished,” A quiet Rafe is never a good thing.

Although you were exhausted from the multiple tasks today, you wanted Rafe to hear you out. So, you try to make up for it the only way you know how. Dressed in a seductive camisole that was hiding a lacy two-piece. As soon as Rafe spots you he’s at a loss for words. This time it was different, you decided to take charge by straddling his waist. You brought his hands to your hips before fastening your pace. Rafe stares back with hooded lids. There’s a look of hunger in his eyes. That’s exactly where you need him. Desperate and wanting.

He lifts his head to catch a breast, teasing the other with his free hand. You moan with pleasure, raising your hips faster to catch the rising orgasm. Rafe could feel you were close. His hand dips down to find that bundle of nerves. He gives it a few rubs before tugging at it. You instantly melt into a puddle of pleasure. Your head falls back as you felt the wave of pleasure hit. After coming down from your high that’s when you realize the slick between your legs. Rafe came, hard.

You were stuffed to the brim with his spunk. He held you close, gently turning the both of you onto the bed. Your head now pressed against his chest. Rafe doesn’t pull out, he doesn’t want to. He seemed much more relaxed than earlier. That when you decide now would be a good time to tell him, “Rafe…" you start to plea your case, “I miss my parents,” you just wanted some space. It was something he’d been dreading of since the beginning. Rafe knew very well you were a free spirit. It would take some time to break that out of you. He needed to make you more reliant on him. So, for the past few months he’d been tampering with your birth control.

Yet no news of a pregnancy was made. He assumes it was from stress. What was stressful he hadn’t a clue. He gave you everything. What more could you possibly want? He huffs, “Fine,” grabbing your jaw to face him, “But I’m coming along,” he’s not going to risk you falling out of line. The last thing he needs is for you to embarrass him. Tears of joy stream down as you kiss him repeatedly. He couldn’t hide the grin on his face. Not when his adorable wife was so doting over him.

As each day passed, Rafe began to grow weary. He was nervous taking you out for the first time. His suspicions only grew when you start to pack a few bags. To his knowledge this was supposed to be a short trip. He chose the very day you were going to leave to start an argument. He'll be damned if he's sending his wife back to the cut. What if you ran away? Or worse, you running away with some Pogue. He'd grown suspicious for a while now.

It was the day of your trip. After waiting for Rafe downstairs, you try searching for his whereabouts. To your surprise, he was still sat at his desk. You couldn't believe it. He hadn't even bothered to pack his bags. Hell, he even had the gall to be upset. This wasn't fair, you were the one who was supposed to be in a bad mood.

Rafe starts, "Where is it?" he states. You roll your eyes, "Where is what Rafe?" as soon as he stands you step back. Already prepared for the worst as your hands fly in front, "Rafe..." tears begin to brim. You blink them away. It''s not like they would help. You sigh, "Where is what--" that's when he pounces, Rafe grabs you by the arm and pulls you to his desk.

He slams you against it with a 'thud'. All the air escapes your lungs. At that moment you start to cry harder. He growls in your face, "Where the fuck is it?!" Rafe had grown suspicious when you stopped wearing your wedding ring. He wants everyone to know you're off limits. You try to catch your breath, still attempting to muster up some words, “It doesn’t fit me anymore…”

“Bullshit,” "N-no! I swear! It doesn't fit me!" you're a sputtering mess. Tears and spit ran down your face. Rafe doesn't buy the act, not one bit. He wants you to prove to him your loyalty. He flips you over, pulling up your skirt before yanking down the garment. He aims his leaking tip against your folds. He fucks you against his desk, grunting into your ear a string of curse words and threats. Rafe reaches for something next to him, “You won’t wear the ring? Fine,” he picks up a wax stamp, still warm from earlier.

Still hot to the touch. Rafe presses his entire bodyweight on top of yours to prevent you from escaping. He traps your hand under his, isolating your ring finger from the rest. That's when you begin to panic, “Rafe! Rafe let go! Let go of my—“ You spot the tool in his hand. Now you were certain that he intends to burn you with it.

You thrash against his larger body, trying your best then break free form the grip he has on you. He takes the heated brand, hovering right above your digit. He then presses it tightly against your finger, ignoring the wail of agony escaping your lips. The smell of burning flesh consumes the room. A part of you wants to hurl from the stench alone.

When he pulls it away you cry harder. Rafe is in awe as he stares back at his initials now permanently burned into your finger. Fuck, he's never been more turned on in his life. Rafe thrusts his hips at a faster pace. He came with a roar, emptying a load deep inside. That's when he pulls something from his pocket. Your wedding ring. Rafe presses his lips against your ear and whispers, "Here, you won't be needing this," he drags the ring down your abdomen and past your mound. He coats the ring with your arousal before pushing it inside.

His fingers reach as far as they can go. Your breath hitches, feeling his thick digits stretching you. A whine escapes your lips. You clung to the desk for dear life. Rafe leans back in his chair, lighting up a cigarette to get a good view of his girl. He feet give your legs a light kick to part them. His cock twitches at the sight of his spunk leaving your womb. He watches as you attempt to push the ring out, evening offering to help get it out.

If the treatment wasn't humiliating enough, he would always find a way to make it worse. You turn around, now leaning against the desk with parted legs. His hands reach in between your legs. As one of them pushes a few fingers inside, the other toys with your clit. Rafe retrieves it with that same triumphant look after getting what he wants. This was the final straw. Your finger stung, you were tired and in unimaginable pain. Yet still, that spark of anger over came all senses, "Keep it, I want a divorce," with that you left his office.

You could hear Rafe's steps approaching and make a run for it. You beat him to the nearest guest room, locking the door behind. Rafe continuously slams at the door, "Don't even think about it! You're not leaving me! Do you hear me?!" Rafe screams your name at the top of his lungs. It startles you. When he starts to kick the door that's when you attempt to hide. Quickly finding a place under a bed. After a while the sound of Rafe's voice starts to die out. Hopefully his anger would subside, and this would all be over with. But all he could think of was how to get through this door.

A wave of relief is shortly lived. Until the sound of a gun firing is heard on the other side. Rafe shoots the door a few times until the lock finally breaks. You muffle a sob when you spot his feet standing right in front of the hiding spot. He calmly calls for your name, "Baby...please come out..." his voice is calm, too calm, "Don't make this harder for us," as if it would help. What other choice did you have?

You held out a hand. Rafe bends down to pull you out from underneath. He held you tightly, as if you'd disappear at any moment. He never sounded so desperate in his life, "You're not walking out on me," his grip tightens, "You will never leave me, do you understand?" he expects you to answer. Of course, you caved in, "I--I understand..." a stray tear escapes. Rafe's expression quickly changes. He swipes it away with the back of his thumb, "I love you, you know that, right?" his voice breaks, yet there are no tears.

That day you had to explain to your parents that you'd fallen ill. But don't worry, Rafe would take care of you. Through sickness and in health as promised.

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yandere-kokeshi · 4 months

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Hi! I hope you're having a nice day

I'm just wondering if you can make a yandere ghost or price with a s/o who has a other boyfriend fic?

Thanks<3

(if you don't have time for this, it's okay)

— Such Waste

Warnings: Yandere behavior, stalking, suggested age gap, swearing, talks about reader who grew up in an abusive family; current-bf is abusive/has an unhealthy relationship; reader is slightly naive, violence, and detailed blood..

A/N: this one was pretty hard for me to finish so sorry if it's dull or simply not well; I'm not very happy with it lmao. Enjoy! :]

Inserting the key into the door with a small click!, and opening it to your usually, scattered apartment, you sighed — heavily.

Today was grueling. Not only was your work office incredibly demanding, but it was possibly draining what was left of your very soul. Your bones and stiff muscles were hurting. Begging for you to get more sleep than having 2 – 4 hours of naps every day.

You took off your shoes by the front door and put your belongings on the table; re-footing your steps backwards, to put your keys on the bookshelf for remembrance. Though, you were rudely interrupted as your phone buzzed multiple times, and you let out yet another sigh.

In your bones, you had a feeling — an immediate feeling of who it was.

Grabbing your phone in the back pocket, you whisked it out and typed in your passcode before seeing multiple, if not, tons of missed calls and text messages from your current boyfriend.

Liam: Are you srsly ignoring me? It was a joke. — sent at 8:23 pm

Liam: baby, come on. You passed your break. Just answer me. — sent at 8:57 pm

Liam: answer the fucking phone! Are you dumb? Pick up the phone!!!! — sent at 9:21 pm

Liam: if you don’t answer, it's over. — sent at 11:48

You rolled your eyes, feeling anger rise in you again. You chose to send a small message. Who would’ve thought the blue-eyed, blond hair and a tooth gap combo of a man would be the best fit? Not you, apparently.

You: Got caught up with work. Sorry, we can talk more about this tomorrow. I’m gonna head to bed. Night. — sent at 12:19 pm

While Liam was a nice guy, he was slightly controlling and immature. Always wanted to know who or where you were, why you were hanging out with people he didn’t know, and if you loved getting unwanted attention. Sometimes, fights got so bad that your elderly neighbors had to call the police to separate the two of you for a few nights.

Poor Lucy. Wonder how she still deals with you being next door.

Groaning, you put your phone back into your back pocket, before your hands rubbing over your face in exhaustion.

Not only was your boss extremely cranky and rude today, but everyone was on edge due to his behavior. You couldn’t even talk to your coworkers without them using the excuse of ‘I have to leave’ whenever he steps foot into the room. Plus, the stress of bills, your current boyfriend, and the harassment was getting to your breaking point.

God, you hated this job. But it paid your bills. That’s all you cared about, right?

You scoffed, feeling your back prick and pop in places that sounded like it shouldn’t. Looking at the fridge in your kitchen, you slumped over and walked over to it, talking to yourself as you opened it, reaching down for the leftover pizza box that you didn’t get to finish last night.

Barely eating a few pieces, you were already heading down the hallway to your bedroom, peeling off your sweaty work clothes. However, something stopped you in the tracks that made your heart jump right out of your chest and into your mouth.

Roses. Roses were on your bed. Sure, it was beautiful. The lilac, reddening color shining in your room was gorgeous.

But who put them there?

You stared at them. Who the hell was in your apartment? Was it maintenance? Maybe a surprise gift they gave out for people living here in the poor-run down apartments?

No. It couldn’t be. Rarely do they ever give you things — especially flowers. What and who the fuck?

“Do you not like them?”

You jumped at the sudden rough voice, dropping your pizza on the floor and whipping around, seeing a giant man sitting in your favorite chair in the corner of your bedroom; wearing a thick, menacing skull balaclava, piercing your skin like a knife.

“Who… the fuck are you!” you shouted. Your feet stepped back, watching him as he repositioned himself — his elbows now resting on the armrests of the chair, and leaning forward into the obvious comfy chair. You couldn’t help but judge the guy. Who wears a skull mask other than on Halloween? Was he a killer? Going to slice you—!

“I would think you’d know that with the stuff I gave you.”

A chill ran down your spine. So was this — no, this was the guy.

The man who left your favorite chocolate on your window seal each morning, the sweet notes of compliments, sometimes bearing suggestions on things you should wear that day. And the huge bouquet on the front door, which was soon transported to your dinner-table, that was left every Friday.

Oh, my g-d.

“Holy shit,” you gasped, finally looking at his outfit, seeing the Britain flag sewed on his Khaki pants. It’s military. What the fuck did you do? “Did I break the law?” you hushed out, terrified at the man.

However, the man in front of you snickered. “Doubt you’d have the guts to break the law, sweetheart.”

“I– what?” you looked at him dumbfounded. Who the fuck was this guy?

“Ya’ heard me, only have a speeding ticket,” he remarked, making you dart your eyes toward behind you to the hallway, seeing the front door before back at him. “Pretty impressive for your age, if ya’ ask me.”

Your brain short-circuited. “How… do you know that?” you posed, feeling your breathing quicken. “I have so many questions,” you added. But yet, the man stared at you with his darkening eyes. Didn’t help that your room was dimmed. You really should’ve fixed that light.

He stared at you before speaking up. “Bet ya’ do. I’m all answering them as long as you get rid of that cunt of a boyfriend.”

“E… ‘cuse me?” you stammered, taking another step back. But, your anger got ahead of you; your eyebrows knitted against each other. “I can assure you that he treats me well.”

Though, the man just scoffed and stood up as your throat closed at the sight of the man. Why the fuck was he so tall? “Sure. Keep imagining that sick fantasy image of yours, and you’ll wake up in the hospital with a broken nose.”

You wanted to defend yourself. But he was right. Breaking your index finger hurts like a bitch. The frequent fights were exhausting. The last time you tried talking with Liam about visiting a close friend an hour away ended up with his hand reaching out towards your wrist, twisting it with a large sprain and a large hospital bill.

The yelling. The self-blame. The hours of constant harassment with texts and calls. The horrible smell of booze. You really fucked up your love life, didn’t you?

“But,” he started, a thick accent voicing in as he stepped closer into your direction. “I can treat you better, love. Someone who won’t hurt ya. Treat you like the doll you are.”

You narrow your eyes at him, nervously biting at the inside of your cheeks as you wait for him to continue.

“I’ll make sure to treat you well. Something you haven’t been lucky to feel. Your parents were mean towards you, no?” he asked questionably, and it made your heart drop to your stomach. “But, I can take care of you; better than anyone has.”

So many questions raced through your mind as your eyes darted at the floor then back toward the man. Like a rabbit, you stiffened. Confused. Body shaking as the predator approached.

“I don’t… even know who you are,” you replied, tightening your hand into a fist. Your heart was speeding, hands and legs shaking with fear. Your throat stiffened. He could clearly see it — and yet somehow, his eyes got softer; those brown pupils having a sad and apologetic look. Almost like a dog trying to comfort you.

You don’t know you’re crying until you feel a gloved thumb wipe them away, causing you to flinch. Realizing that the man was now in front of you, you tried to step back, but your ankle hit the bedroom wall, securing you in a close habitat.

But, with everything going on, you didn’t have the energy to push him away nor look up at him. Continuing to look at the floor as your mind circled around on whom the fuck was this man?

“Look at me, will ya’?”

You hesitated. Didn’t reply. But as he said your name, a shiver traveled down your spine, and you looked at him – his predominant features coming in. Even with your anxiety and fear swirling in your stomach, you looked at the creases in his eyebrows, the clashing scars near his temple, eyes, and brows. His jarring eyes surrounded by black eyeshadow, seemingly gentler, almost like they were trying to welcome you into a trap.

You stare up at him with half-lidded eyes. And with a gasp, you felt his hand take your chin, his palm almost eclipsing the lower half of your face, and turn your head right into the direction he wanted you to: staring at him in the eyes.

“I promise. I’m not going to hurt you,” he reassures, though, it doesn’t help as more tears drowned down on your behalf.

And yet, you couldn’t fathom his words.

“I don’t–” you started, taking a deep and sharp inhale, “–trust you, I don’t even know your name. How can I know you’re… not some, serial killer?” your question was weak. And stupid. But it was the only thing you could think of out of the bluster.

His eyes narrowed at your reply before answering at your ‘plea’.

“I suppose that’s a start,” he huffs.

You looked at his eyes, before narrowing down at the mask. And clearly, by your eyes and non-answer, he nodded at your invisible ask.

Stepping back, the man’s hands traveled to lift the mask upwards. He revealed the point of his chin, the skin equally rough, like his demeanor.

He didn’t stop from continuing, exposing more of his lower lip. The skin there was rugged and scarred, little creases in the flesh. Scars that made your heart thud awkwardly. At his cupid’s bow, where you saw a huge scar, it made you gasp quietly out of wincing. The thick mark going upward on his left lip, so callused and rough. It looks like it still hurts.

Finally, he pulled the mask fully off, revealing his natural-resting face, thick eyebrows, and the two large scars right above his filled brows. It helped a bit that he revealed himself, but you were still unsure how to… understand the situation.

He said your name, and it made you look at him. “Rest your worries when you’re by me, yeah?”

Those words fell into your stomach and twisted like a towel being squeezed. Though, somehow, in a way, you felt safer. A hesitant silence settles between you both, before you decide to speak up.

“Y–ou won’t hurt me?”

Those stunning brown eyes take a moment to gaze into yours, searching something deeper in your meaning. Instead, all you could muster was eye contact that kept flickering to the floor and trying to calm your quickened breathing.

“What kind of man would I be if I did that, hm?” his voice is airy, tone-flimsy when asking his question.

You swallowed thickly, “I want to know your name.”

“You do know my name, sweetheart,’” he coldly corrected you, “—use that smart brain of yours.”

Seconds blurred by you, trying to think – imagine what could or would be his name. But nothing came up. Nothing came to your brain, which, the man in front of you, hummed in acknowledgment at the state of your confused state.

“Shame you don’t remember,” he started, a smirk curling on his face. “It’s Simon.”

Memories you didn’t know at the time came forward.

Many things are given by that name — your favorite fast food being delivered to your home after a bad day, bouquets in expensive vases being delivered every week; cards given with clothes and money. And somehow, your insurance was now covering things they didn’t.

Oh, and let’s not forget about the lingerie being sent. A note of: I hope to see you wear this tonight. Signed with initials: SR.

At first, you thought it was Liam – but he was a cheapskate. Never liked spending money, especially on you.

Your eyes widened, a bubble trapping itself in your throat — it was him. Police didn’t help, saying something along the lines of, ‘until they hurt you, we can’t do anything’. But when did they ever help?

“So… what do you want, then?” you whisper, suddenly breathless with this proximity. You can see the gold-brown of his eyes clearly, the halo of honey flecks that cover the circumference of his pupil. His eyelashes flutter when he blinks, so pretty and… oddly feminine.

“You.”

And just as he rasped that word, the banging on your front door started. The familiar yelling of Liam drowned out your thoughts, and his screaming made the two of you snap your head in the direction of the front door.

He yelled out your name, and you flinched. Already feeling the bruising grabs, the constant screaming where your ears ring for hours. Oh god, what the hell did you do?

“You– need to leave,” you ushered out, hands and legs shaking for the splinting images that shot through your head.

He was banging on the door, jamming his fists; the handle being shaken so hard that it rattled stuck. It was all too much.

Simon said your name, but you shook your head. Denying his existence. Danger was near, nobody would help save you. He needs to leave, he needs to leave, heneedstoleave—!

He grunted your name louder, and you looked at him with teary eyes; the small rivers turning into full tsunami’s. You couldn’t think. Breathe. He was here. Going to hurt you. He was going to die. So were you.

The door broke, the familiar thundering footsteps shook from across the house. And before you could react, Simon pushed you behind him — shielding you away from your abuser.

“You—!” Liam screamed into the bedroom, a bottle of beer in one hand and his other clenched into a fist; his blue eyes burning into your stomach. You choked out a sob as he stepped further, but stopped at the sight of Simon. For once, Liam looked retched at his own thoughts.

“Who the fuck are you?” he yelled, and the man only narrowed his eyes at Liam; challenging him with his height and quiet demeanor.

“Get the fuck out.” his rough and dark voice sent shivers down your neck, making every hair stand up.

Liam scoffed, a plethora of curses voiced out, before he shut up. Your eyes narrowed, and as you looked at his shocked face, you saw a gun in view next — Simon’s finger gripping the trigger, aiming it at Liam’s head.

Your heart leapt out. Fight or flight mode flicking on.

“Come on, man– we, we’re playing. Right—?” he chuckled out, and Simon grunted.

In the dimmed room, you can see his high cheekbones and the absolute rage that is evident on his face, even hiding behind his mask. His hands are clenched around the gun tightly, finger curling even tighter around the trigger.

“I’m not going to ask again; leave the fucking apartment.”

Liam falsely chuckled, “O-or what? You’ll shoot me? Doubt you have the balls, my… guy.”

Within seconds, the gun went off — making you scream, closing your eyes, and covering your ears. Your fingernails scraped at your ears, making them ring. It hurt, not a single thought. Oh god, what the fuck happened?

“—uck!” was all you could muster before you knelt to the ground, wrapping arms around yourself; teeth clenching down your lips as you felt— tasted blood.

After a few minutes – or seconds – you open them up and find Liam, leaning on the wall for support, bleeding through his arm. There was so much– on the floor, on his hands. His eyes were widened, looking at the man in front of you; anger yet fear rising.

He started hiccuping — more blood dripping down to the floor as he clenched his nearly wound.

“Don’t ever let me see you again.”

Simon’s rough voice of threatening sent shivers down your body. Your breath hitched. Your body starts to shake as your eyes widen. Simon’s threat was enough for Liam to nod instantly, giving you one look before running out; not giving you a second look as it may not leave tonight with his face intact.

You were about to say something, but the man cleared his throat and looked down at your shaking form. “Ya’ okay?”

You looked up at him, slowly nodding. In return, he said nothing, making you feel his eyes take in every detail of you. To your face and pupils, to your shaking legs and ragged breath. Yet, having never meeting you before, he gladly handed over his hand down to you.

Looking up at his scarred hand, you hesitantly looked at it — large fingers, nails scratched and clear hangnails. You didn’t know what to do, other than grab it and strand up with his help.

“Get your things.”

Your eyes narrowed, breath heaving. “Why?”

He looked at you, brown pupils dilated. They were so feminine– pretty. His breath hitched, and a large hand grasped your shoulder.

“Cause’ you’re gona’ be coming with me, forever.”

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shubblelive · 9 months

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— INVITATION

summary : after a long day of work, wilbur is desperate to curl up and spend time with his favourite girl. only problem is you’re not speaking to him.

genre : angst -> fluff, happy ending

warnings : light swearing, mentions of food/eating, wilbur being mean

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader

pronouns : she/her, reader is called a girl

featuring : cc!wilbur soot

requested : Could you do a wilbur fic where the reader is an overall bubbly, energetic person and wilbur just suddenly lashes out at her one day, and she apologizes and goes home, and wilbur tries to call her and apologize and everything in the end it’s just fluff and apologies<33 tyy

word count : 2.1k

note : hi anon!! i hope you enjoy this fic, it’s a bit longer than i expected but i’m very very happy with it <3 also you referred to reader using she/her so i used those pronouns in the fic i hope that’s alright <333

you were wearing his favourite jumper. it was yours - he’d swear on it - but you were adamant that it belonged to him. it had, originally, as most of your jumpers were, been his. but he’d given it to you months ago, and you were still promising that you were going to return it one day. he hoped you didn’t.

you’d been stealing his clothes for as long as you two had been together, for the last four years he had bought every single shirt, jumper, jacket, with the knowledge that you would steal it. it made sense, in your earliest days, when the two of you were long distance. you’d arrive at his flat for a week with a half-packed suitcase, and you’d leave with nearly a drawer full of his sweaters. but even now that you lived ten minutes away, you still had a habit of nabbing his sweaters. he didn’t mind in the slightest, and most of the time he would offer up suggestions for articles of clothing you could take. you guys had been together for nearly five years, it felt weird for him to be territorial on his clothes, especially because you’d return them whenever he asked, the scent of your perfume mingling on the fabric. he absolutely loved seeing you so happy, and if you stealing a shirt or two did that then he was more than willing to comply.

or at least, he was usually. now, he was running late for a stream and he couldn’t find his grey jumper. he’d been tearing his bedroom apart piece by piece in an attempt to find it so he didn’t have to walk through the rain in just a t-shirt. he sighed and sat down on his bed, remembering that he gave it to you when he went over to your apartment earlier in the week. it had been five days since he’d seen you in person, and it was driving him crazy. he had planned to spend the night at your place after his stream though, and that was pulling him through. it was fine, he took a few deep breaths and went to go and find a jacket to wear, already pulling up twitter to post the stream would be ten or so minutes late. he remembered to tweet out about his late stream, but he hadn’t remembered to text you to tell you that he would be late coming over. you’d organised for seven, which gave him nearly three hours of streaming time, and he assured you that he wouldn’t be going for that long. he ended up jumping on a call with some other people while he played, though, and that completely distracted him. leaving the office at eight, he had his phone on speaker as he tried to order an uber and call you at the same time. he was exhausted, and of course he wanted to see you and spend time with his favourite girl, but he didn’t know if he’d be able to reach your house without falling asleep, and being more social sounded like torture.

his jacket was rough against his arms, and he remembered suddenly about the jumper. your call timed out and he finished ordering the uber for his own flat, moving to text you and tell you he didn’t feel up to hanging out.

he opened your message history, and was hit with a message from you from half-past six, over an hour and a half ago. hi wil, you’d opened with, and he softened, knowing his annoyance didn’t really mean anything. my neighbours are being really loud, so do you mind if we meet at your place? can’t wait to see you. there was another two, each sent half an hour apart, a second one apologising for messaging while he was streaming, and a third saying, hi i let myself in i hope that’s okay. are you almost home? your most recent message was nearing forty-five minutes ago, and he cursed under his breath, cancelling the uber knowing it would be faster for him to walk than wait.

he reached his apartment out of breath and cold, and he couldn’t wait to collapse into bed. he still got to see you, and hopefully your smile would be enough to rid himself of any residual annoyance he held towards you.

he dropped his guitar case on the floor in the living room, calling out your name. “lovely? you still here?”

he heard a crash from the kitchen and took his coat off, slinging it over the arm of the couch. “hang on!”

he had a headache, and he massaged his temple as he made his way into the kitchen. you brightened the second he arrived, all but running into his arms. “hi, darling,” he needed alone time. he loved you, of course he loved. you were one of the most important people in his entire life, he absolutely adored you. but right now, he craved being by himself. you were here though, so he wasn’t going to make that your problem.

“hi, wil! sorry about the mess!” you smiled up at him. “i thought i’d make food? are you hungry?”

he shook his head. “no, you’re alright. want any help?” this time it was you who shook your head, and he kissed your temple before going to sit down on the couch, closing his eyes. you’d eat, and then you guys would be able to go to bed, and when he woke up in the morning you would be there, and he’d get to take you out for breakfast and spend the entire day with you. he just needed rest.

there was something you needed, and it was on the top shelf. you didn’t want to bother wilbur, he’d just got home, you could do it yourself. wilbur was much taller than you, so to get to his top shelf you would have to climb up on the counter. you’d be alright, you didn’t need to stand up or anything, just kneeling on the bench would be fine. you got up there with ease, but wilbur came through the doorway right as you started reaching. “what are you doing?” he’d been too loud, he knew that instantly, you jumped, and he had to rush forward and stop you from falling off the counter. “what on earth are you on the counter for?”

“i was trying to reach the bowl,” you said quietly. he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“why didn’t you come get me?”

he helped you down. “i’m sorry, wil. didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted. he felt a flash of annoyance, and then kicked himself for it. you were never a bother, not even when he was exhausted.

“you should have asked for help.” he said simply. “do you need anything else?”

you smiled up at him, but he couldn’t bring himself to return it. “do you wanna watch a movie? i’ve been hearing good things about this one new one, here let me-”

“stop,” he breathed out. “i’m exhausted, and i just want to be alone, and you’re here, in my kitchen crashing around and almost hurting yourself! i can’t do this right now?”

your smile ebbed, and you took a step back. “why didn’t you say anything?”

“because i didn’t want to upset you,” he sighed out, running a hand through his hair. “i just can’t do this tonight,”

“you invited me-”

“you invited yourself!” he wasn’t yelling, no, he had enough patience to not be yelling at you, but his voice was raised. “i didn’t invite you over to my house into my kitchen, to wear my sweaters.”

you’d been together for half a decade. neither of you needed an invitation, you both knew that. wilbur had given you a key because he wanted you to let yourself in whenever you needed. he’d spent entire days in your flat without you there while you were away. this had never been an issue before, and he made sure you knew that.

you stood still for a moment before reaching down and pulling off the jumper of his he’d been looking for, leaving you in a black long sleeved shirt underneath. you tossed it to him. “because you never thought to call me and let me know you’d be late. by over an hour.” you were quiet, quieter than you usually were. your voice was loud, and bright and he revelled in it, soaking up every little comment you made, every “i love you,” every giggle, he adored it.

“because not everything i do has to do with you,” he was verging on cruel, and he knew it. “i had a long day at work, and i just want to be alone, but you’re here. so i have to cater to you.”

you didn’t reply, just brushing past him, with a soft “sorry” as your arm brushed his. you grabbed your stuff and left in silence, deciding on walking home.

he rested his forehead against the closest surface - the fridge - and swore under his breath. he was still holding your jumper, and he brought it up to his face, burying his nose in it. it smelled like lavender.

he fished his phone out to call you as he retook his place on the couch, cheek still pressing into the jumper. it was soft. he loved it. he loved you. he was such an asshole.

he called. you ignored him. he called again, three times. four times over the half an hour until he knew you were home and he knew you were ignoring him. his headache had increased, and all he wanted was for you to be resting in his lap, drinking you in while you watched your movie. he opened his phone again, not to call you this time, but instead to order an uber for your place. god, they were probably making so much money off him tonight but if he had to walk the entire way to your house, he’d collapse of exhaustion. he was there within fifteen minutes, thankfully this driver not getting him lost, and he payed with one hand as he bounded up the stairs with the other. he brought out his keys on autopilot and then remembered what he’d said, putting them down to knock on your door instead.

“darling!” this time he was yelling. he didn’t care though, he needed you to hear him. it took three more times knocking and five more yelled pet names before you opened the door. your eyes were red, and you had changed into softer clothes, these ones all belonging to you. “i��m so sorry,” the words spilled from his mouth before he could stop them. “i’m sorry i got angry, i’ve been so tired recently and that’s not your fault nor your problem, but i took it out on you and you don’t deserve that, lovely.”

“i didn’t want to bother you,” you said softly, voice barely above a whisper. he took a step closer to you hesitantly, and when you didn’t step back he wrapped his arms around you.

“you’re never a bother,” he said, voice pouring with affection to make up for his thoughts betraying him earlier. “i love you more than anything. i’m sorry i didn’t show you that tonight,”

“i’m sorry for going in without you telling me,” you said.

he shook his head vehemently. “i gave you a key, lovely. i gave you a key because any space with you is better than one without.” he took your face in his hands and made you look at him as he spoke, trying to get you to absorb every word he was saying. “i want to spend the rest of my life with you, and i can’t do that if you can’t get into my house.”

you looked like you were about to start crying again, and he kissed you gently. “i’m sorry,”

“don’t be sorry,” he assured you. “just let me in? i want to watch a movie with you.” your smile came back, if only slightly, and he knew he was making progress. you brightened up every room you were in, and even if you were a little loud, and too bubbly, and you stole his sweaters, he wouldn’t want you to be any different. he kissed you again, slowly and gently and when he pulled back your eyes were sparkling. “lovely?” you hummed to show you were listening. “when we get a place together, promise you won’t climb on the counters?”

“i don’t know if i can commit to that,” you said, laughing softly. “but i’ll see what i can do.”

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rawritzrobin · 4 months

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The Waynes: Chapter 8

Title: The Waynes

Pairing: Mobster!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: None!

Summary: Dick comes over for a quick chat. Jason asks a special question.

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone! Super thankful to have you all here supporting one another. The holidays can be a lonely time for some people so remember be nice to those around you and check in on those that need it. Exactly one year ago today I posted the first chapter of The Waynes. Thanks for sticking with me!

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Chapter 8: Move in with me?

Jason never slept well. Not even when he was exhausted. Especially not in his own bed.

So he was surprised when he opened his eyes, and there was some light peeking out from behind the blinds.

He tried to sit up and reach for his phone, when something moved next to him. He quickly turned over to see you asleep next to him. He smiled as he watched you sleep for a moment. It had been a while since Jason felt this kind of peace in his life.

But as usual, his peace never lasted as his phone started to vibrate on the nightstand. He quickly picked it up and gently got out of bed, being very careful not to wake you.

He looked back to see you were still fast asleep. He tiptoed out of the room and quietly closed the door behind him. As soon as he was far enough away from the room, he answered the phone. Without saying a word, Dick’s voice came through.

“Hey Jason. How is she?” He asked.

“She's fine. Still sleeping. Probably from the overuse of adrenaline last night.” Jason said, making his way into the kitchen.

“I know you’ll be mad. But open the door. I’m here.”

Jason groaned. Dick loved to show up unannounced. He used to show up at Jason’s door every night at the manor. The man loved annoying the crap out of him. Normally, Jason would just tell Dick to go home. But he was curious why Dick felt the need to come over today. With everything that was going on, especially with Carl, he wanted to make sure everything was okay.

Jason quickly, but quietly, made his way to the front door after giving the doorman permission to let Dick up the elevator. He waited by the door and in a few minutes, it opened, and a very well dressed Dick Grayson stood at the door. Even at 8AM, Dick was dressed to the nines. Today it was a full royal blue three piece suit. The blue really made his eyes pop brighter than usual. Dick opened his mouth to speak, but Jason shushed him immediately. Dick only had one volume: Loud.

“She's still asleep.” Jason said as quietly as he could, ushering Dick to come inside. They could talk in the kitchen where the sound didn’t travel upstairs.

They quietly made their way into Jason’s giant black kitchen. Without saying a word, Jason started to make an espresso. As soon as Dick sat down on one of the kitchen stools, he started to speak. “You really care about her, don't you?”

Jason didn’t answer at first. Instead, he turned his attention to the bar, rather than the espresso machine. He needed something stronger than just a coffee today.

“Why does it feel like everyone suddenly cares about my life now. No one cared when I dated before. Why now?” He asked, annoyed. He popped the top off of his favorite whiskey and poured a large shot. As the coffee finished dripping, he took the mug and handed it to Dick. He quickly took a sip of his own drink to brace himself for the real reason Dick was here.

Dick looked at him sadly. “We’ve always cared, Jason. It’s just… you never actually cared about any of the previous girls.”

Jason scoffed. Dick was right, he just didn’t want to agree. His love life was non-existent. He only ever had one night stands. He couldn’t even tell you the first name of the last few girls he’s slept with. Not that he cared about any of those girls at all. Most of them didn’t even care about him either. They were there for his pleasure, that was it. This was his first real relationship of actual substance. He smiled as he remembered you were upstairs in his bed of all places. None of the other girls had even seen the inside of Charles’ car let alone stepped foot into the parking lot of his building. But his smile quickly faded as he remembered who was currently standing in his kitchen.

“We both know you’re not here to talk about my love life Dicky. Why are you really here? What does Bruce want?”

Dick sighed. His intentions were good at first. He really just wanted to make sure Y/N and Jason were okay. But halfway into his card ride here, Bruce called.

“The gala.”

Jason rolled his eyes immediately. Any mention of a gala always annoyed him. The Wayne family lived and breathed galas. How so many of those outrageously expensive galas were planned was beyond him. He had hated them when he was a kid, and he hated them now. He was always bad at fake socialization.

“Which one is it now? He remembers what happened last time right? Does he really want another Jason Todd headline to deal with?” Jason said, quickly downing the rest of his drink and pouring himself another one.

“This ones different. Alfred is throwing it. He wants you there.” Dick handed Jason an envelope. It had the words: “Jason Todd”, written in perfect cursive on it. Jason took it, and put it on the counter.

Jason sighed. Alfred was always Jason’s weakness. He saw the man like a father more than he ever saw Bruce. He would do anything for that man.

“Is it really for Alfred?” Jason asked, looking Dick right in the eyes. He knew Dick’s trick’s. He basically had to make up a lie every time he wanted Jason to do something. But Dick was also a bad liar, especially to his family.

Dick looked him right in the eyes, and nodded. “Yes. I’m not lying this time. Swear on Barbara.”

Jason rubbed his temple in annoyance. He was telling the truth. Alfred never got involved with the Wayne Family crimes. So if it really was a gala he was throwing, it would be for a good cause.

“Fine. I’ll show up. When is it?”

“Next Friday. He asked you to bring Y/N.”

Jason’s head snapped up. “Why?”

“He really likes her J. He thinks she’s good for you.” Dick paused. “We all do.”

Jason watched him closely. There was more to this.

“Bruce thinks it's a good idea to make your relationship public. The Falcones already know about her. If you two are public it would make more sense to up security around her. After All, she is dating a Wayne.” Dick said, taking a long sip of his coffee. His eyes stayed on Jason.

Jason stared at Dick for a while. He was meaning to up security around Y/N. Especially after what happened yesterday. He never thought about how weird it would be for her to suddenly be traveling around with bodyguards all day. Dick’s next question broke him out of his thoughts.

“Sorry Jason, but I gotta ask. Have you told her yet?”

Jason scoffed. “No. Of course not. How do you think she would react?”

Dick shrugged. “Barbara took it pretty well.”

Jason scoffed. “You’re the face of the group. The one who talks to tabloids and flirts with reporters. Of course she took it well.”

Jason poured himself another shot. He looked down at his drink and sighed.

“I’m the one who does the dirty business. I wouldn’t even know how to tell her. Hey Y/N, whenever my family needs information, I torture it out of people. Or better yet, sometimes I end up killing them. My kill count? I don't even know at this point. How do you think she would react to that?” He said sadly.

Dick got up from his seat, and put an arm on Jason’s shoulder. “You’re not just a killer J. All the info you get from those dirtbags help us. You know that. It’s not that you enjoy doing it, you’re just very good at it. Remember that one time I tried and the guy just laughed at me?”

Jason continued to look down. “I’m a bad guy Dick. That’s what she will see when I tell her. A monster.”

Dick wasn’t sure what to say. He knew the business was rough. It wasn’t always clean and they all knew it. To the outside world, they were all criminals.

The sound of a pair of feet walking into the kitchen startled the two boys.

“Hi Dick!” You said cheerily. “I didn’t know you were here.” Your instincts were correct. Something inside you said that you should put some clothes on before getting out of bed. And you were glad you did. You were wearing one of Jason’s extra large t-shirts and a pair of pajama tights. The shirt was like a dress on you.

Jason’s mood changed immediately. Dick could practically feel it. He smiled when Jason got up from his seat and hugged Y/N. He looked away when you went up for a kiss.

“That’s my cue to leave. I’ll be out of your hair soon lovebirds.”

You laughed and pulled away. “No! Stay as long as you want. We don’t have anything planned today.” You said with a smile.

Dick shook his head and started to make his way towards the elevator. “Nah, Barbara and I have breakfast plans. I’ll be late if I stay any longer. You don’t want to see her mad.” He said as he made his way to the elevator. You both followed him out. The elevator opened and Dick stepped in. He turned around and waved. “Nice to see you again Y/N. Lets do brunch next time!” He said as the doors closed, Dick disappearing behind them.

You turned to Jason. “Is everything okay?” You asked, inquiring about Dick’s presence.

Jason nodded as he took your hand in his. “Yeah, he just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He smiled down at you and led you back to the kitchen. You sat down at one of the stools and watched Jason start to prepare breakfast for the both of you.

Just as he finished plating up the scramble eggs, the doorbell rang.

“I'll get it. It’s just Charles.” Jason said as he made his way towards the door.

You grabbed your fork and took a bite of the eggs in front of you. You moaned in pleasure. Jason was a fantastic cook. It didn’t make sense as he had access to some of the best restaurants in the world and enough money to go to those restaurants every day. But you weren’t going to complain.

Jason got back quickly, with a small box in his hand. You watched him as he took a seat in front of you and pushed the box towards you on the table.

“For you.” He said with a small smile.

You took the box and opened it, curious at what it could be. Inside the box was a small black card. It was attached to a keychain. You looked up at Jason, confused.

“It’s a key. To this place.” He said. “ He reached out and took your hand in his. “Y/N. I’ve wanted to ask you for a while now. There was just never a good time. But after everything that happened last night, and everything that could possibly happen in the future when more people find out about us, there is no better time.”

You looked at him. Still not sure where he was going just yet.

The security is top notch here. No one can come up unless they have a key or they can be let in by security, which is staffed 24/7. We can also go buy you some stuff to redecorate. I know it screams single bachelor in here. I didn’t even do any of the decorating, it was all Alfred. But I have to admit, he knows exactly what I like. Oh and Alfred comes by every once in a while with supplies so you dont have to worry about that anymore. You can let him know the type of stuff you like and he can bring you some.

Jason went on and on about the amenities of his penthouse. You stopped him before he kept going. “Jay.” You said as you squeezed his hand. “You’re babbling.” You said with a laugh.

Jason stopped speaking, and took a deep breath. “Doll, will you move in with me?” Jason said nervously, looking down as he was afraid of your answer.

You knew the answer right away. You couldn’t believe this was happening. A big smile began to form on your face as Jason finally had the courage to look up at you.

“Are you kidding? I get to live here? I mean I would love to bring some life in here. Maybe some pictures of us or some less abstract paintings.” You said as you started to walk into the living room. “We could get a tree and put it here for christmas! I never got one because I was never able to lug it up the stairs by myself.” You said excitedly, running through the living room. Jason followed you as you began to spin in circles, trying to admire every square foot of the house. You finally stopped spinning and looked at Jason, who was laughing at your reaction.

“So I take it that's a yes?” He said.

You stopped and realized you had never given him an answer. With a few steps forward, you wrapped your arms around Jason’s neck, and tipped toed up for a kiss. Jason wrapped his arms around you. After a few seconds, you pulled away, and looked up at his large teal eyes.

“Yes Jason Todd. I will move in with you.”

Jason beamed, his face painted with the largest smile he could muster.

Your face dropped for a second, as you suddenly remembered how far you were from work. “But how will I get to the bakery?” You asked. You didn’t have a car. Never needed one. But now, public transportation from this far into the city would be a nightmare.

“Charles will drive you.”

You looked at him quizzically. “But doesnt he have another job to be at? You know, for Bruce?”

Jason shook his head. “Not anymore. As of today he is your fill time driver and bodyguard.”

“Bodyguard?” You asked. Confused.

Jason’s grip around your waist tightens a bit. “After yesterday, Bruce suggested that we have Charles take on a new role as your bodyguard. He will be there when I am not. Just as a precaution. Just in case.”

You thought about it for a minute, you never in a thousand years would have thought that you, Y/N, an average girl, needed a bodyguard. The idea was far beyond your understanding, but it didn’t seem so bad. Plus, you really like Charles.

“Okay.” You said with a smile. “But it's going to be a bit difficult to explain to Pam and Jim why I have a large man following me at all times.” You said with a laugh.

“Oh, and one more thing.” He said, turning around to run into the kitchen to grab the invite. He handed you the envelope and watched as you opened it.

Your eyes lit up. You had heard about the Wayne gala’s. Everyone in Gotham has. They were always the most exclusive events of the year. Only the best of the best were invited.

“Alfred invited us. He’s doing a charity for the children’s hospital for Christmas this year. But only if you want to.”

“Of course I want to! But, I don’t have anything fancy enough to wear to this.” You said sadly.

Jason smirked, and wrapped his arms around you. “Well then let's get you a new dress today. I faintly remember you telling Dick we didn’t have any plans today. We do now. Oh, and…” He said taking out his wallet and grabbing a sleek black card. “It’s all on Bruce.” He said with a smirk.

When you woke up that morning, the only plan you had was to finish up reading the book you had started last week. But now, not only were you moving in with Jason, into a penthouse no less, but you were about to go shopping for a brand new dress paid for by none other than Bruce Wayne. All for a gala hosted by the Wayne family.

You turned to look at Jason. “If this is a dream. Don’t wake me.” You said with a laugh.

“That makes two of us.” Jason said smirk as he leaned forward to capture your lips into his.

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tinkerleaf · 1 month

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Housework

So this little fic was something I wrote in like 2021 with the help of Dreamily, but I loved it too much not to share. I love MtP and had to put something on my blog for it. I also didn't mean to make Moran sound dumb lol. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Synopsis: Moran can't stand to do chores, and Louis can't stand him. The reader tries to save the day. gn reader Pairings: Sebastian Moran/reader/a little bit of everybody Words: 830 Genre: fluff? comedy? lighthearted Warnings: none that I can think of.

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Sebastian was truly a ditz when it came to chores. You had caught Louis scolding him for not helping around with the housework numerous times and couldn’t help but laugh.

Louis was very strict in his expectations and how he ran things, but it made you so happy to know that Sebastian was attempting to do his chores for once.

Normally, he asked Fred or you to do them, which you hated. Especially when you have your own things to do.

But this time? This time, you felt bad about telling him off. As for Louis? He was ecstatic.

You went inside William’s office to pick up some needed papers to finish writing up for his next mission. Unsurprisingly, you found him asleep upon opening the door. He typically fell asleep in strange places all the time due to exhaustion, and you really couldn’t blame him. You could see how often William had been working recently, so it made sense for him to find refuge in such a quiet room. You didn't dare wake him.

However, what did wake him was the sound of glass breaking from downstairs. He jolted awake and was almost startled seeing you there in front of his desk. You two maintained eye contact briefly before he finally spoke, “What was that noise?”

You sighed, “I’m not sure, but if I were to guess, Sebastian dropped another frame.”

He stared at you for another moment giving you a small smile, “Never a dull moment in this house, is there?”

“Not really, no.”

With that said, he got up and left the room as you followed suit. You went through the hallway and down the steps leading to the foyer. Sebastian was standing near the staircase looking down at Louis with fear in his eyes. His hands were above his head and guilt was written all over his face.

Looking down beside the two, you saw the shattered picture frame dispersed on the floor. You rolled your eyes, “You know, I didn’t want to be correct.”

Sebastian whipped around to look at you, “It was an accident! Honest! Louis told me to dust the frames and I did!” He lowered a hand to the back of his neck, “And then it fell…”

Louis stepped forward, “Well, you can't put it back together, right?” He looked directly at Sebastian and then at you, “You can't always ask one of us to fix your problem. We don’t care how it happened. You need to clean the mess, Moran! It’s a simple task.”

“Fine, fine.” The large man muttered before stepping back towards the closet.

You sighed and began to walk away from the scene when Louis stopped you. “Wait! Come here for a second.” You followed him to the kitchen. When you both were inside, he closed the door and turned to you. “I cannot take this anymore.” He pushed his glasses back.

Rather than responding, you simply nodded.

“He does this every time I ask him to do something.” He took out his handkerchief and dabbed it across his forehead. “He does this for attention, you know? But it’s never enough.”

You heard the closet door reopen.

His eyebrows furrowed and sighed, “Please…” He put a hand on your shoulder, “Do something about that stupid man.”

You gave him a nod before heading back to find Sebastian sitting on the couch.

“What are you doing?” You asked annoyed.

He turned to look at you, “Oh!” Before he could say anything else, you crossed your arms and glared at him. He stood up and began picking up the pieces of the frame.

Once they were all gone, you shook your head. “Do I have to watch over you all the time to make sure you do what you’re supposed to do? I only hope you’re not like this on missions.”

He snapped his head up, “No! Of course not!”

“Then why are you letting this go on?”

“Because I hate it when he tells me what to do…and it’s fun to watch him get pissy over little things.”

You scoffed, “There’s no way that’s it.”

“And why not?”

“Because that’s stupid!”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “I thought you were on my side.”

“I’m not on anyone’s side! It’s just,” you paused. “Look, just try to make it less obvious that you’re making fun of him. He doesn’t deserve it. He’s stressed enough as it is. And stop throwing your chores to Fred!”

“Fred doesn’t mind.”

“That doesn’t make it right! Stop it!”

He opened his mouth and then closed it. “I understand.”

“Alright. Now let’s get back to work.”

The rest of the night passed without any further incidents, though Sebastian did drop a wine glass or two while Louis was gone.

As you were putting away the dishes after dinner, you heard a loud crash coming from upstairs, followed by yelling.

‘Damnit.”

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the-cult-of-russo · 1 year

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Such a Softer Sin (Part 27)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: Guys, how the fuck is this it already? Well, almost it, I’m posting the epilogue right after this.

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“A shepherd's dog had a master who took no care of him, but often let him suffer the greatest hunger. At last he could bear it no longer; so he took to his heels, and off he ran in a very sad and sorrowful mood. On the road he met a sparrow that said to him, "Why are you so sad, my friend?" - "Because," said the dog, "I am very very hungry, and have nothing to eat." - "If that be all," answered the sparrow, "come with me into the next town, and I will soon find you plenty of food." So on they went together into the town: and as they passed by a butcher's shop, the sparrow said to the dog, "Stand there a little while till I peck you down a piece of meat." So the sparrow perched upon the shelf: and having first looked carefully about her to see if anyone was watching her, she pecked and scratched at a steak that lay upon the edge of the shelf, till at last down it fell,” Billy read softly, book in front of him near your bump where you lay on your side and he had a hand on your bump. The baby was due any day now and the nursery was complete, painted blue and gold. You were excited but a part of you wasn’t ready for your pregnancy to be over. It was exhausting on your body and your emotions had taken quite a beating, but you knew deep down you’d miss it too. You’d miss feeling Kosmos move around or kick you, miss feeling him when he had the hiccups. You’d miss the special bond you felt at carrying him around for all these months but you were definitely ready to meet him finally. You really couldn't wrap your head around the fact you’d created a life. You lay there feeling peaceful and calm, listening to Billy’s soothing and quiet voice as he read to his son, something he did every night. It was making you sleepy. When he finally finished the chapter, he shut the book and it woke you up a little.

“Daddy can’t wait to meet you, little one. I’ll see you real soon,” he murmured adoringly, moving to place a sweet kiss to your bump that had you smiling as you melted. He sat up, setting the book on the nightstand before he looked at you with a smile. He lay down facing you, a hand stroking your cheek and you gave him a sleepy smile.

“I love you,” he said softly and you didn’t think you’d ever tire of him saying it.

“I love you too,” you replied, rubbing your cheek against his hand.

“I… I was alone for the longest time but I can’t remember what it felt like anymore, what it was like before you. I know I must have been miserable,” he admitted and his words felt like they seized up your heart.

“I can’t believe you're finally here. You're here and you’re havin’ my baby. I’ve lived a long time but I feel like my life is only just really beginning… I’m just really happy you’re here,” he murmured and you smiled at him, turning your face in his hand and kissing it.

“I’m happy I’m here too. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” you whispered and a blinding smile overtook his face. He leaned in, kissing your lips softly before he wrapped his arms around you and you snuggled into him, slipping off into a peaceful sleep with his scent and warmth surrounding you.

The next day, you were in the Royal Gardens with Karen and Azalea. One of the little girls here, Zoe, was turning six in a few days and Billy loved to throw the kids a huge birthday party every time it was their birthday, something you found adorable. The three of you were busy making crowns from the flowers in the garden for all of the children to wear as you all chatted.

“I just can't believe he’s here, he’s so amazing,” Azalea gushed with a dreamy look on her face. She’d recently found her mate, someone who came in from another pack and he worked at the hospital.

“Well, you deserve it. You’ve waited long enough,” Karen smiled warmly at her and Azalea smiled. You winced as you pricked your finger on a thorn as you tried to get a pink rose off a bush, and you stuck your finger in your mouth, turning to Azalea.

“I’m really happy for you,” you murmured sincerely with a smile. She looked more radiant than you’d ever seen her before and you were glad she finally found her mate.

“I really think that-” your words were cut short as a pained gasp left your lips, your hand flying to your stomach as you felt a blinding pain. You felt a weird sensation and as you glanced down, you noticed liquid soaking your pants and dripping onto the floor and into your boots.

“What is it?! What happened?!” Azalea asked quickly as she rushed over.

“Oh my gods, I think her water just broke,” Karen cried out, hovering over you. The shock and panic set in then as you realized it was time.

“I’m gonna have a baby,” you muttered, turning your wide eyes to the girls, looking like a deer in the headlights.

“I’m not ready! I’m not… I don’t know the first thing about babies! I’m gonna drop him, he’s gonna crack like an egg,” you rambled, in a state of shock as Karen cupped your cheeks and made you turn your unfocused eyes to her.

“You're going to do fine, Y/N. You’ve read a bunch of books and it’s going to come naturally to you,” she soothed, glancing at Azalea who nodded frantically.

“We need to get her to Curtis,” she said quickly, the pair of them guiding you to the medical facility.

You cried out again as you stepped foot in there, everyone rushing around you as the pain ripped through you. You knew it would hurt but nothing prepared you for just how much. Everything was a blur around you and you found yourself suddenly in a hospital gown in a room with Curtis and some nurses and you stood next to the bed, gripping hold of it as the pain tore through you again. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to breathe through it like the books told you, but you couldn't.

“I want Billy,” you wept, hunching over the bed as you struggled to breathe.

“He’s coming, don’t worry,” Curtis soothed, moving over to rub your back.

“I want… I need Billy,” you repeated, shaking your head as the tears rolled down your face. The door burst open and you looked over, seeing Billy standing there with eyes wider than your own as he just stared at you for a long moment like he too couldn't quite believe it was time.

“Are you okay?” he asked shakily and you clutched hold of the bed, glaring at him from over your shoulder.

“I’m in labor, Billy, so no, I’m not okay,” you bit out and he looked completely floored by the hostility in your voice. You’d feel bad about it later. The pain gripped you tight again and you cried out, making Billy rush to your side. He helped you to lay on the bed and it suddenly dawned on you that Curtis was about to see more of you than you’d ever thought. If you weren't in so much pain, you might have been embarrassed.

“I’m just going to check you over, okay?” he asked you and you nodded tearfully, taking in large heaving breaths of air while you could before the pain happened again. Billy stroked your hair, trying to soothe you and you willed his touch to work like it normally did.

“Alright… you're fully dilated, you're ready to push,” Curtis informed you.

“What? Already?” you asked, looking panicked at how fast everything was moving.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, you can do this. It’s time to meet our son,” Billy murmured to you and you nodded, sniffling a little.

“Every time you feel a contraction, I want you to push for me,” Curtis instructed. Billy clasped one of your hands between both of his, holding it tightly as you let out a pained moan and started to push.

“Come on, you can do this, Y/N. You’re strong, one of the strongest people I know,” Billy implored and you shook your head, crying from the pain. When it eased off, you stopped pushing, sagging into the bed as you wept pitifully and Billy used one of his hands to smooth your hair from your sweaty face.

“I can’t do this, I can’t. I’m strong in battle, not here. I'd rather be hacking off limbs right now,” you whined and Billy pressed a kiss to your hand.

“You can do this,” Billy argued firmly and you shook your head. Another pained noise left your lips as you started to push, feeling the contraction wracking your body and you felt like you were going to pass out. You pushed for a few more contractions but nothing seemed to be happening. You were exhausted and in so much pain, it made you miserable.

“Please make it stop… it hurts so much, Billy, I want it to be over,” you lamented through your tears. He moved your face to look at him and he looked like he was in pain to be seeing you this way. Or maybe he could feel it, you didn't know.

“I know, sweetheart, I know. It’ll be over soon, alright? You just gotta push him out. Think of little Kos, think of holdin' him, meetin’ him. You can do this. He’s ready to meet his mom,” he insisted and you nodded as your chest heaved.

When the pain hit again, you let out a yell as you tried to push as hard as you could and you suddenly felt the relief at the same time you heard the sounds of a baby crying. Your body fell limp, relieved for it to finally be over and you were in shock as a smiling Curtis came over and placed the baby on your chest. Your whole body trembled, eyes wide as you stared down at the little baby you helped to create. He was perfect. You were so overwhelmed by happiness that you were sobbing again as you blinked down at him. Billy’s hand came to stroke the baby’s tiny head and when you tore your eyes away to look at him, tears were coming down in rivulets on his face.

“Hey there, little man,” he murmured through his tears with a face splitting smile. You looked back to the small baby in your arms, overtaken by how beautiful he was. He looked just like his dad and you could hardly beehive he was really here.

“Welcome to the world, little Kosmos,” you whispered, placing a delicate kiss to his small head.

A little bit later, you were sitting up in the bed, watching intently as Billy held Kosmos, staring down at him like he’d just found a rare gem. It was a sight to behold, watching the pair of them together like this and you couldn't look away. You felt a lot calmer now after the pain was over but you were beyond tired. You refused to sleep though, not yet. You didn't want to sleep and miss anything. The door knocked and both you and Billy looked over at it as it opened. Frank and Karen came in with smiles on their faces. Karen was holding a bunch of flowers and Frank held a little blue balloon. You weren't quite sure where he’d gotten it since you knew that there were no balloons on the castle grounds. The idea of him going out to find one touched you. Their eyes immediately went to the baby in Billy’s arms and Karen's hand went to her mouth, her eyes welling with tears as she quickly set the flowers down on the over bed table at the end of the bed.

“He’s so small,” she murmured in awe and Billy stood with a wide smile. You watched as Frank approached and Billy moved to put the baby in his arms. Frank’s lower lip wobbled a little, his mouth opening and closing a few times like head so much to say, yet couldn't find the words. He tried to choke back a sob and Billy rested a hand on his back as he watched his best friend admire little Kos.

“He’s perfect,” Frank whispered, a finger stroking the baby’s little cheek.

“I know,” Billy smirked, wiping at his own tears as he struggled to reign in his own emotions.

“How are you feeling?” Karen asked softly as she turned her eyes to you as Frank held the baby.

“I’m okay, just a little sore,” you replied wryly and she moved over to hug you.

“I’m so happy for you,” she smiled and you smiled back. Frank came over then, sniffling a little as he handed the baby carefully to Karen who grinned down at him. Billy engulfed Frank in a hug and they held each other tightly for a moment.

“This is all I ever wanted for you, man,” Frank murmured.

“I know,” Billy replied in a whisper. They moved away, each wiping their eyes with a chuckle before Frank made his way over to you. He wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug and you smiled as you hugged him back.

“You did real good, I’m proud of you,” he said softly and the words filled you with warmth, so similar to what you know Kos would have said if he was here.

“Thanks, Frank,” you smiled tearfully.

They stayed for a little while, each taking turns to hold little Kos like they couldn't get enough of him. They left after a bit though to give you some peace and not long after, Curtis told you that you were clear to go home. As you got back to your room, baby in your arms, you really couldn't believe it was over with. He was finally here with you. While the nursery was finished, he’d be staying with you and Billy for a bit first and a bassinet was next to the bed on your side. It was a little overwhelming to think you had a whole person to take care of now, but Karen had been right, it had been coming naturally to you. You moved over to the bassinet and set the sleeping baby inside of it carefully.

“You want me to help you change?” Billy asked softly and you nodded. You were still in the hospital gown and you wanted to be more comfortable. You’d had some nightgowns made, despite your preference of sleeping in a men's sleeping tunic, to make breastfeeding more easy for you. Billy was gentle as he helped you out of your hospital gown and into one of the new ones and you shot him a grateful smile. You moved to sit on the bed carefully, wincing at the ache between your legs as you did and Billy hovered, watching you with worried eyes. Before you even sat back against the headboard, he was fluffing up the pillows and setting them behind you to make you more comfortable and your lips twitched into a smile. Just as he was about to sit down, Kos started to cry softly and you were so in tune with him that you knew he needed to feed.

“I’ve got him,” Billy said with an amused smile, going over and scooping him up. He gently handed him to you and you pulled the night gown down, feeding him as Billy moved to sit beside of you. He stroked his head softly, moving over to kiss your cheek sweetly and you smiled. He was so happy and you could feel it. You felt like your heart might burst.

“He’s the luckiest kid alive to have you as a mom,” he murmured, gazing down at the baby.

“I’ve been a mom for like a few hours,” you snorted and he moved his eyes back to you then, amusement shining behind them.

“Nah, you’ve been a mom for nine goddamn months and you love him more than anything. I can feel it. I feel blessed to have you as my mate, to get to have a kid with you,” he admitted fervently and you felt your chest expand as you smiled shyly.

“I love you,” you murmured and he smiled at you.

“I love you too,” he replied easily before he looked down at his son.

“And I love you too, little man,” he grinned, leaning down and kissing his small head. You didn't think it was possible to feel this happy and it left you dumbstruck. Never in your life had you thought you’d achieve this kind of completeness you felt right now.

You were sitting in your old pack house the day after, Kos in Leanna’s arms as she cooed down at him, the same awe and wonder on her face that everyone seemed to have when they held him. You had little Orion on your lap and he was babbling away, flailing his little arms and legs. He was a little over one now and you couldn't believe how much he’d grown. He was so sweet and adorable, you loved him.

“How’s motherhood treating you?” Leanna asked, finally looking up at you as she rocked Kos slowly.

“It’s going good other than the sore nipples and wincing everytime I sit down,” you snorted and she laughed, shaking her head fondly.

“Yeah… I don’t miss that. You get used to it all though,” she grinned.

“I hope so,” you smiled wryly.

“I have to admit… I never really saw you as the type to have a child, but it suits you,” she said softly and you smiled, heat nipping at your cheeks.

“I’ve changed quite a bit since back then, I guess,” you mused and she smiled at you.

“I know a lot of bad things had to happen to get to this point, but maybe it was worth all of the pain. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy before,” she admitted. It hurt to think of all you’d lost but you’d gained a hell of a lot too. None of it would ever replace the ones you’d lost but you knew everything happened for a reason. If none of that happened, you might not be sitting here with Kos right now and the thought made your chest feel like it might cave in. A lot had changed since you first got here and not all of it good, but you did feel happy now. Fate had a funny way of working things out and despite it all, you were glad to be here, to have Billy and to have Kos. You felt more whole than you ever had in your entire life.

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bastionbibi · 7 days

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Hi it’s me the Drabble Anon again didn’t mean to hurt ya so here’s another drabble hope you like it I’m sorry have a good day:

Taka’aki sighs as he exits from his car, rubbing his tired eyes. The case he had been tackling was both exhausting and tedious and he might have skipped a few hours of rest in the process but finally, he was home. His father would have chided him for staying up so late, he always ensured that he and Hiromitsu get proper rest and his mother would make the best tea for sleep. He wished that he asked for how to make that tea from her sooner…

A sudden meow interrupted his train of thought and Taka’aki looks down, blinking in surprise upon seeing a white cat at his doorstep, curled up on his welcome mat. The cat had black patches around it’s face, the little lines above it’s mouth almost resembles a moustache. It reminds Taka’aki of Zhuge Liang, much to his amusement.

“I apologise, did I wake you?” Taka’aki asked, taking note of the cat’s wet fur before looking back at the heavy rain that’s still pouring down since the last hour. It was easy to deduce why the cat is here and Taka’aki knew he can’t leave the poor cat out soaking wet.

“It must be cold for you... I have something that can dry you off.” Taka’aki says as he unlocks the door and steps inside, making sure the cat followed in the process. He makes a mental note to mop the floor as he follows the small wet paw prints the cat leaves behind as it wanders in. Removing his shoes, Taka’aki heads straight for his linen closet to get a towel only to stop when he noticed the door to the closet was open. Odd, he always keeps his doors closed but before he could ponder on if he forgot, one of the stacks of towels suddenly tipped over, dropping into a heap on the floor. That caught Taka’aki’s attention as he steps over and examines the closet to see if there was anything that could have tipped the towels over but there wasn’t anything, not even a mouse. How odd…

Taka’aki feels the cat’s wet tail brushed against his legs and he quickly refocused back on the cat. “Ah, my apologies little one. Here, this should clean you up.”

The cat was strangely compliant as Taka’aki dries it up with the towel, maybe it knew that he was trying to help. Taka’aki made sure to be gentle as possible, remembering how his dear friend Aoi would teach him when he offered to help her clean her cats. He absentmindedly chuckled as he recalled how Kansuke’s shirt was shredded by those very cats.

“There we go, that should be better now.” Taka’aki says as he finishes drying up the cat, watching it meow in appreciation before circling around him and wandering to the dining room. Taka’aki follows its movement and that’s when he noticed a cup on the table alongside a piece of paper and a pen. Cautious, Taka’aki takes the cup first, examining its contents and instantly, he’s hit with a wave of nostalgia.

This tea… it’s the same as the one his mother would make, but how?.. No, he can’t drink it, it might be poisonous and yet… As Taka’aki notices the open cupboards of his kitchen with various things shifted and a few even knocked over, he can’t help but feel like that’s not the case. Something in his mind tells him that it isn’t.

Still, he needs to be sure so Taka’aki turns to go to his study room and get something to test the tea for poison but a glance at the paper gave him pause. There was a note in the paper, written in a crude and shaky manner yet Taka’aki immediately recognised that handwriting, even after all this time, how could he ever forget his brother’s handwriting? Slowly taking the note, he reads what it says out loud; “‘We’re okay, don’t worry Taka’aki-nii. We love you and we’re here for you. - Hiro, Dad, Mom, Aoi’.”

Warmth fluttered in his heart and it took a moment for Taka’aki to register the tears rolling down his cheeks. When was the last time he shed these tears of happiness?

His thoughts were interrupted when he hears the sound of the pen dropping and his eyes widen as he sees the pen rise into the air and fall, almost like someone is struggling to pick it up. Normally people would scream or question it but somehow, Taka’aki could tell who it was, it would certainly explain the toppled towels and the tea.

“It’s alright, I’m fine.” Taka’aki reassured to no one but he knew that they were listening. He quickly wiped away his tears and smiled, “Thank you for the tea, you all must have taken a lot of effort to make it and write the note for me.”

The cat leapt onto his lap as a faint, ethereal warmth enveloped his body like a hug. As Taka’aki sips the tea, savouring the nostalgic taste he never thought he would have again, his heart sings knowing that he’s not as alone as he thought.

Ok, first and foremost, I’m sorry, I completely forgot that I haven’t answered this, goldfish memory as my friend used to say.

But I have to. Oh my god. LIKE. Christ this HURTS and I love how you keep hurting me but in the nicest way in a way that yes im suffering but Komei got some happiness in his life in the limited way that he can.

LIKE I JUST. THE WAY HE KEEPS REMEMBERING HIS FAMILY, HOW THEY WOULD REACT, WHAT THEY WILL SAY AND WHAT THEY WILL DO??/? I’m always so sad that we barely get any background story of Morofushi family. The fact that Taka’aki had to see his young, extremely traumatized little brother separated from him just because of what? Money? Necessity? They can’t handle two kids so they just separate— WELL YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!

ALSO AAAAAAAAAAAH KOMEI CAT MENTION!!! HE GOT A CAT THAT LOOKS LIKE HIM IM GOING TO CRY???? U know how cat adopts their humans well now Taka’aki has a new cat im sorry i dont make the rules its his now.

And now…

SKREEEE When I told u I squealed when THEY started appearing…

Like, you know those are some strong poltergeist, but if I knew it was someone that I love, i’d live with the ghost ngl.

IT’S JUST. THE FACT THAT. HIS FAMILY IS TRYING SO HARD TO REACH HIM AND I. Like they’re really just haunting his house huh, I wonder if Hiro can follow him, you know how guardian angels act?? Maybe he can act like that for him too look I don’t know alright im just crushed with emotions right now.

And Komei cat might be possesed too who knows i love him any way.

I’m sad and happy at the same time. Thanks anon i love u i hope you have a great day i hope your AC is working smoothly i hope your lunch today was delicious and your pillows stays cool.

#asks #long post #drabble anon

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hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend · 11 months

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A Magical Reunion

I commissioned @scholarlostintime to write a little reunion piece for Sib and Thanny and I am so so happy with it and get all giggly about it I have to share with you all! I hope you all find the joy I did in reading this! Thank you so so much again @scholarlostintime you’re a joy to work with!

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“Go to sleep, Sib-” Thancred’s voice was muffled by the pillow he had face-planted into a few moments earlier, the exhaustion from the day’s scouting evident in his voice. Siberite didn’t reply, the soft flick of her tail the only acknowledgement of the rogue’s words. It was the first night they’d been in civilization for weeks, and she was not about to give up her free moments — and running water — to fall into bed with her boots on.

Even if she wasn’t a lady any longer — at least not to most that knew her — it still felt good to finish the day scrubbing off all the excess grime. She finished rubbing a sweet-smelling cream into her scales before standing, heading over to where she’d laid out fresh clothing.

“You smell sweeter than all the fields of flowers in Etheirys~” Thancred’s voice finally drew her attention, earning a glance from the au ra in his direction. He’d shifted some from his spot, head now turned to watch her as she moved about the room, a small grin upon his lips. “Come to bed? Please?”

“When I’m ready.” Siberite teased back, shrugging her shoulders as she slipped into her fresh clothing, quietly listing out her evening routine in her head to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. Satisfied, she made her way into bed, sliding under the covers — and into Thancred’s arms. “Sweet dreams, Thanny~”

Siberite could have sworn she heard a small giggle in the dark as she drifted off.

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“We’ve found you!” Another giggle, this one closer to Siberite’s horns. “Tricks tricks tricks! More tricks for us!” Another voice — another giggle. “Dream! Dream! Dream of all the things! This one-” the voice was slightly further away. “-was no fun! We should play a bigger trick on him!”

“Yes! Good! Won’t they hate it!” “Too old, and no fun! All the better to play~”

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Siberite opened her eyes, finding herself not in the cozy inn room she’d fallen asleep in, but atop a hill brimming with colorful flowers. Faint music could be heard on the breeze — a warm, welcoming and sweetly scented wind that seemed to beckon her forward. Standing, she glanced around, trying to figure out where she was.

“Thancred?” Siberite called out to no reply. She quashed the anxiety brewing in her stomach, balling her fists and marching down the hill instead. Wherever Thancred was — wherever she was, she was about to find out.

Siberite was greeted with a familiar sight at the bottom of the hill — a landscape filled with flowing rivers, giant slides and swings, rainbow-colored mushrooms, and houses made of candy. Lyhe Mheg, the Garden of Dreams. Was she dreaming then? That would explain her being here. But why had she been brought here at all? Trudging along, she made her way toward the nearest gingerbread house in search of answers.

Siberite paused in her steps as she approached the house, finding a familiar white-haired bard curled up atop one of the large macaron cushions, still fast asleep. It seemed they’d both been dragged to Lyhe Mheg. Smiling, she took a few moments to watch as he snored away, looking more peaceful in his rest than she’d seen him in moons. His face was tired, etched with lines from hard nights and even harder days. And yet, she could see him relax a bit more with each breath.

“You’re awake! Do you like our nasty trick?” A small pixie perched onto Siberite’s head with a giggle, waving their feet back and forth with glee. “You were both oh-so-not fun, so we had to make sure and play!”

“Does the King know you’ve dragged us both away?” Siberite replied, smirking up at the pixie still wiggling with glee. “They’ll be very cross if I tell them what you’ve done~”

The pixie gasped, the kicking of their legs stopping abruptly. “Oh no! Please don’t! We’re sorry! We only wanted to have some fun.”

“We’re very sorry!” A second pixie popped into existence in front of Siberite. “Please don’t tell! We brought you a secret!”

“Yes! It wasn’t all tricks, we promise! We brought you a secret for you and-” the first pixie huffed, pointing in Thancred’s direction “-the mean one. Even if he is no fun!”

As if on cue, Thancred stirred from sleep, the soft yawn awakening him quickly turning into an instinctive grab for a gunblade that wasn’t there. In his confusion, he grabbed a candy cane instead, tearing it from its base. “Wha-”

“Lyhe Mheg,” Siberite answered before Thancred could finish his question, an amused look playing across her face at the sight. “The pixies seem to have played a nasty trick on us — one they say they have more of~”

A groan escaped Thancred’s lips at the mention of pixies and their location. Setting aside the candy cane, he stood, dusting himself off and crossing his arms. An attempt to look more stoic than annoyed. But the thin line of his lips and the slight furrow of his brow all but gave it away.

“Come on,” Siberite offered out a hand. “We might as well see why we’re here. It is a dream after all. I’m sure you can have a little fun.”

“Yes please! Fun fun fun! Just like a trick!” The pixie still on her head replied, kicking their legs in glee again as they pointed off into the distance. “Your surprise is just that way!”

“If it’s anything-” Thancred mumbled between gritted teeth, choosing to trudge forward instead of finishing his sentence. With a laugh, Siberite followed after.

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“Aren’t we a bit old to be in a place like this? I thought it was for children.” An annoyed voice sighed in the distance, a small hill obscuring Thancred and Siberite’s view of its owner.

“Maybe, but I think it’s fun~ A dream where one can relax with no worries — besides the pixies attempting tricks.” A second, cheerier voice replied. “I don’t think you can ever be too old to dream.”

Thancred paused in his tracks at the voices, trying to replace the wave of emotions washing across his face — recognition, confusion, and finally hope — with his usual stoic neutrality before Siberite noticed. Thankfully, a similar wash across her face seemed to distract her from his, her head tilting ever so slightly.

This was a dream world, and pixies were wont to play tricks — it couldn’t be, could it? And the pixies were known to be able to mimic the looks of others. And their voices. It would be silly to hope.

But the voices in the distance continued their conversation. “I think if I sit on that I’ll end up sticky.” The first voice carried its usual hint of disgust, parried by the second’s delight.

“Oh! But look! Lollipops the size of your head. I wonder if they’ve coffee biscuit flavored ones?”

Thancred hesitated again, a warning snarling under his breath. “If this is the trick.” His hands balled up for a moment, before he was off sprinting over the hill, Siberite chasing closely after.

“Ryne!” Thancred shouted her name as he slid to a stop in front of a candy-covered awning, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Gods…”

“...Thancred?” Bright blue eyes glanced up from behind bright orange bangs seated at one of the chairs, her usual darkly-garbed companion beside her. “SIberite!” Ryne shot up from the table, staring at the two in shock.

“Please tell me you’re not a trick of the eyes, a part of the dream-” Thancred started, Ryne shaking her head and racing over to the pair, eyes already filled with tears.

“No! I mean yes, this is the dream world of the pixies, but no! No no, it’s me! How are you two here?” She reached up to wipe at her eyes with her sleeve. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

Wordless, Thancred reached out, pulling Ryne and Siberite both close to his chest. Another pixie popped into existence, sneaking themselves into the hug with a giggle.

“Do you like it? Do you like our trick? The King said we could do it, we just didn’t tell you!” They giggled again, squirming beneath the hug.

“Yes,” Siberite answered for them all, finally breaking the hug and pulling free of the others’ grasp. Thancred kept an arm around Ryne, unwilling to let go just yet.

While she’d been able to freely traverse to the First and back to the Source again, Thancred had not. Despite Y’shtola’s continued efforts, his return to the Source had meant his saying goodbye to Ryne. And with the First and Source’s timelines drifting in and out of sync, it was impossible to tell if the next time he’d see Ryne she’d be an old woman — or worse.

And yet, here they all were, able to visit in a dream at the very least. Siberite took a step back, watching as Ryne excitedly shared tales of her continued efforts on the First — its restoration, the festival at the Crystarium, the things she’d accomplished. Thancred was equally animated — dropping the stoic frowns and stiff poses for a look of adoration only a doting father could have.

Ryne beckoned to Siberite, pulling the au ra from her thoughts. “Come on! Sit with us? We still have a lot of catching up to do. And.. perhaps we could try sampling some of the furniture?” She giggled, waving Siberite over again.

It was a good dream, and one Siberite hoped wouldn’t end any time soon. Grinning, she strode over to join the group.

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Siberite’s eyes fluttered open, the flicker of a lamp on a nearby table bringing her senses back to the inn room once more. She’d have to travel to the First again the moment she could to see if Ryne really had been dreaming with them too.

Rolling onto her side, she turned to face Thancred. He was still fast asleep, arms curled around his pillow — and a soft smile on his lips.

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#Truly captured my girl! that first paragraph alone just knew it!#but this is so cute everyone should read it!#just been so happy and rereading it #we’re going a bit out of order because I have nothing for the other prompts and I’m excited!#x: lover you are pure light #the parent trapped #commissions and gifts #wolcred #thancred x wol

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nervousladytraveler · 1 year

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Okay, it's not Wednesday anymore. But @veryflowerobservation asked for this on a Wednesday so that's close enough. From an as yet undisclosed WIP.

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Demelza opened her eyes and saw the familiar ceiling beams running east to west overhead. Then she turned her head slightly and saw the less familiar striped sheets. She started to sit up but had to dig her way out of a pile of duvets and other blankets.

“Hey, you’re awake.” Ross leaned against the doorjamb, his strong arms folded across his chest. His voice was soft and his eyes had that attentive and shining look they sometimes took on. Usually when he was feeling deeply--regardless of the feeling.

“Ross!” She hadn’t realised how much she wanted to see him--needed it really. She wished he was closer. “I don’t remember coming to bed at all,” she said.

“You fell asleep by the fire last night. Barely finished your supper in fact.”

“You should have woken me,” she said.

“It didn’t seem right. You clearly were exhausted.”

“Tell me you didn't have to carry me.“ She attempted a smile, as she tried to piece together a memory of the previous night.

“Not quite.” He shook his head and laughed ever so gently. “But I did take the liberty to help you undress before I tucked you in.”

She felt the soft long sleeved t-shirt she was wearing and knew from its size and its smell that it belonged to him.

“I didn’t displace you, did I?” She gasped at the thought.

“No, I slept beside you. I assumed you wouldn’t mind.”

She turned her head to the indentation still visible on his pillow.

“Of course not,” she whispered but only managed to choke out the words. She suddenly felt overwrought, as though she might cry.

It was so much--too much. Ross’s gentle attentiveness, his dark eyes, his low voice, the smell he left on the bedclothes, the warmth that surged through her entire body. So familiar and also so new.

“I was going to make you some breakfast but wasn’t sure what you’d want. I’ve made some coffee but I can make you some tea. Anything you want. I’m just really happy to see you this morning--that you’re still here,” he added.

“Oh Ross…” She could control it no more--the tears came and wouldn’t stop. “Could you...will you not hold me?”

He made it across the room in two long strides. He was beside her and his arms wrapped around her tightly and then he laughed as he kissed her temple gently.

“You’re still knackered, aren’t you? You can stay in bed all day if you’d like,” he said. “Unless…you have other plans?”

“No, no, I don’t have to work again until Tuesday,” she said but then wondered if that’s what he meant. Was he poking around to see if she had other dates lined up? She thought she should tell him she had no intention of seeing others. But now didn't seem like the right time to talk about fidelity. That was a bigger discussion, years overdue. “I’m so sorry I ruined our Christmas Eve together,” she added.

“You ruined nothing. You came, when you had a hundred reasons not to, you took a chance--and for that I am forever grateful.”

“I had a hundred reasons to come as well,"she said and took his hand in hers. "Ross, I did sleep very well. Thank you.”

“Maybe you slept so well because...you knew you were somewhere safe and familiar.”

They both caught that he’d stopped himself short of saying home.

“I think you’re right,” she said and rested her head against his chest. “Ross? It seems so warm in here,” she said suddenly.

“Is it too warm?”

“No, I mean. It just seems warmer...than the last time I was here.”

“I had the furnace replaced a few years ago. The new one is far more efficient and actually heats the house instead of just consuming fuel,” he laughed. “I guess that means you don't want me to build a fire?”

“Maybe not now. But later for sure. Livin’ in town, I miss the smell of wood smoke.” She inhaled deeply then sighed contently.

“Demelza, you never told me what you want,” he said.

She looked shocked, her mouth gaped open in that silly but charming way it did when she was younger. She narrowed her eyes, then swallowed.

“What I want?” she stammered. “Can’t I just say for now that I don’t know, but that I am sure I want you?” Her shoulders hunched, her eyes were soft and wet--whether that was the remains of tears or sleepy residue wasn’t apparent to either of them.

For the second time that morning he matched her emotional fragility with laughter. Now he gave a deep chuckle that was so friendly and warm there was no way it could be mistaken for mockery. At the sound of his familiar and powerful laugh, her eyes grew wide to match her incredulous smile. Again he wrapped his arms around her and crushed her tightly to him.

“Oh, Demelza,” he laughed into her hair. “Oh, my love, I want you too.” He squeezed her again then let his lips graze her temple, his most intimate of gestures. “But what I meant was…” He looked into her eyes and smiled. “Do you want coffee or tea?”

Now she laughed too.

“Coffee please. But let me help you…”

“Uh uh uh, you stay right there. A little milk, right?”

“Yes, And Ross...thank you. For everythin’.”

#poldark #poldark fanfic #lucretiassister #ross poldark #demelza carne #poldark modern au #ask nervousladytraveler #wip excerpt

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count-lero · 2 years

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Good morning, day, evening or night to you, honourable ladies and gentlemen! 🌹

Now that’s a “long time no see”… 👋

Due to overall exhaustion I’ve stoped sharing pretty pretty much anything here on Tumblr, including pieces of information on the matter I’ve grown so fond of - Austrian affairs during the age of Revolutionary and Napoleonic wars.

Almost a year ago I’ve started this blog with a particular idea in mind and I’m still quite passionate about the whole subject! It brings me joy and gets combined naturally with an irresistible urge to depict historical characters who played fairly active roles during that fascinating period of time.

That’s why I’d love to slowly get back on track with a spontaneous artwork I finished last month (well, it’s just that his Birthday is on the 5th of September…)!

It features one of the major figures in the Napoleonic war history - erzherzog Karl von Österreich-Teschen, younger brother of emperor Franz, a capable military commander and responsible administrator who put into practice many essential reforms of the Imperial military apparatus. Later they played an important role in getting Habsburg’s monarchy through the upcoming age of many gales and trials. 🌪️

Unfortunately, the War of 1809 by and large ended his career in the army. Still for a long time he remained one of the key figures in Habsburg’s imperial court, enjoyed a relatively happy life… and got much more opportunities to face omnipresent chancellor Metternich! Naturally. 😅

All in all, one more wholesome historical character to go! 🤲🇦🇹

And since I brought a picture I’m really proud of, I also want to put an informative cherry on top of an illustrative cake - to share a local comical situation featuring the archduke himself. I discovered it while getting familiar with the documents of another prominent Austrian military man…

You can probably guess what’s his name is!

Yep, it’s a fragment from the field-marshal Schwarzenberg’s letter (however, he was only field-marshal lieutenant at the time) written in the summer of 1806, when he had traveled from his precious Bohemian Worlik-estate to Vienna due to some personal matters and the capital greeted him with… a “tempting” proposal that he personally despised. 😬

"I came yesterday before noon, having made a favorable journey without unfortunate complications. I immediately informed the Archduke [Karl] of my arrival, who told me that I should expect a promotion that would be offered to me by the order of the emperor; then I described to him in the most expressive colors the disgust that this fatal post (the post of the Kaiser’s general-adjutant) causes in me. However, he [the Archduke] insisted rather coldly as the emperor himself wished this appointment. Therefore, I had no choice but to explain myself to His Majesty.

This morning I had gone to an audience, where I was received with extreme courtesy, beyond what I could count on. The Emperor took kindly all my reasons and found beyond doubt complete and inevitable demarche of my health. By doing so, he [Emperor Franz] made me hope that he would eventually come into my terms. And at this moment I returned from the Archduke, who told me that the emperor had spoken of me with great praise in his presence and was going to please me with a handwritten notice sent from Baden [a small resort town located not far from Vienna, favoured by those who served in the capital]. It (this very document) is the evidence of my incredible luck.

Tomorrow I expect to go to Baden, where I’ll meet Fanny, as well as Count Wrbna - to discuss all the pressing matters..."

And that’s how prince Karl spared himself from all the additional court routine that would have undoubtedly come with such post. 💦

Perhaps, his graceful allures sown the first seeds of emperor Franz’ animosity towards him that took roots in following years… But at that time Schwarzenberg certainly was the happiest man alive who could get back to his lovely family as soon as possible.

Thank you for your attention as always! 🌺

Vielen Dank~

#count’s drawings #historical art #erzherzog karl #karl von österreich-teschen #archduke charles #duke of teschen #karl zu schwarzenberg #karl phillipp zu schwarzenberg #fürst zu schwarzenberg #prince of schwarzenberg #napoleonic era #napoleonic wars #austrian empire #19th century

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justaredheadf1fan · 2 years

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Barcelona GP, better known as one of the best weekends I remember, ever

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Well, I can finally write about this!

I would’ve written yesterday after finishing up at the circuit if I hadn’t been so freaking beat! Jesus, it was exhausting as well as exciting as hell. We nearly didn’t make it, that heat wave was horrific! Now, back to business 🤪

So, we missed Friday, of course. No biggie. Saturday came and started as the disaster we truly are. We miscalculated big time and we arrived later than we expected. Missed exits on the road because of the shitty GPS plus me being the worst and poor signaling on the organization’s part, which I expected to not happen after so many years of organizing this event but whatever. We arrived and went looking for our gate only to find not only that it was all the way up the hill, but also that there was a line of people so long we passed the following gate until we finally arrived at the end of it. Yes, I’m telling it like I’d tell the rest of my friends at any point, don’t mind me. 28ºC already at 11 or so, we were DYING. Sun blazing like there was no tomorrow, and it was almost true. Add to it that we both look like a piece of paper and burn too easily, the party had already began for us.

The line was done fairly quick, at least comparing to what we expected to be the longest wait ever. We did miss most of FP3 though, we caught the last 15 minutes or so at most. A shame really, but the sudden wave of happiness when we finally got to the track and started seeing the cars flying around was the best. I can’t really describe the feeling, honestly. I don’t think I’ve ever been that happy about anything, truth be told. My smile was huge, I almost started crying, actually 😂

Once FP3 was done, we looked for our seats, started slowly dying in the sun and we went for something refreshing while W Series came on (sorry we missed it, ladies), otherwise it would’ve been a very, very long afternoon melting onto our seats. I wasn’t planning on it but while waiting in line for some Coca Cola (we needed some sugar to endure that hell) I was getting drowsy from the sun burning through my skull, which I knew was a very bad sign that early on, so I succumbed and bought a Merc cap, otherwise it probably would’ve ended badly at that point. Not that the *Mercedes* part of the cap was the saving factor. But, when choosing among all the options, it had to be Mercedes. Duh. It could’ve also been an old Renault cap with Daniel’s number on it, I really thought about it, buuuuut my heart beat me to it, even though the Mercedes cap was expensive as hell for my taste. It is what it is. I’m happy with it anyway. Quite the savior and the mood booster, if I think about it. I got quite a few interesting looks while wearing it, specially from RedBull/Inbred Frog fans. Very nice, indeed.

Quali was surreal. It was so exciting, so many people there, and the results were pretty amazing for our boys too. We had some Leclerc/Ferrari fans behind us, which for me was purely fantastic. And a couple Merc fans on Marina’s side. So, very nice. The ambiance was incredible, in general, people were super nice. When we were leaving some British girls started talking to us and it was quite fun. Ultimately, we took a good 2 hours waiting in the car before we even started moving out of the parking lot because it was impossible, as much as arriving was. But we made it back and that was an amazing Day 1 at Montmeló.

Then Sunday (yesterday) came, and it was still so unbelievable. Many more people comparing to Saturday, and seeing what happened on Saturday, we decided to get there pretty damn early, and it worked. We got a little lost again with the fantastic signals around the parking lots, but much less than the day before, so that was something and we parked pretty close to the entrance and pretty quickly too so yeah, we learnt our lesson 😁

We walked around a little, saw the Main Stands and the Fan Zone behind it. We saw the start of Formula 3, which was amazing. The sound of those cars up close was insane, so I can’t even imagine how F1 cars will sound like right there directly in front of them. It must be pretty special. We even saw the start of Formula 2 from our stand this time, but went for something to eat prior to the F1 race taking advantage that there weren’t so many people yet, so we missed the rest of that race. The ambiance was much more amazing even than Saturday’s, as it was so packed. Over 121,000 people came as it turns out. I still don’t have good enough words to describe it.

Then, it was time for Formula 1. Whoa. I mean. Whoa. Driver’s Parade came right after F2 finished, and there was an hour and a half break more or less so we escaped to find a little shade, otherwise I don’t think we would’ve lasted the whole race in the sun. 36ºC already at that point, so I guessed that’s why they only made a single lap around the track? No idea, but it was super short.

Finally, the race came and that was impressive. To watch it live, to hear the sound of the car engines, the speed. A dream come true would be an understatement. Kevin’s crash onto Lewis, Carlos and then Verstappen going off the track (we were the only ones cheering in our stand while watching that), Lewis gaining position after position after dropping to P19 at the very beginning, Charles losing power right after he passed through the turn we were watching from, George keeping Verstappen at bail… I can’t describe all of this. It’s been over 24h now and I just can’t say a word that would match what we’ve lived this past weekend. Even the Aston Martin Safety Car was sexy this past weekend, for fuck’s sake.

Some pictures I’m particularly happy about:

I obviously have more, but apparently I’ve reached the limit. Anyway, I need to go back 😭

Finally, I wanna say thank you. Thank you to my friend Marina, because for 7 and a half years I missed out on so many incredible races and content about my most favorite (kind of) idiots due to an absurd reasoning on my part and then she came along and opened my eyes back to one of the things I used to love the most when I was just a kid who liked sports more than most girls did back then. I would’ve never gone to Barcelona in the first place if not for her. I’m so grateful you can’t imagine what this has given me on such a deep level. It’s been so long since I last cried because I didn’t wanna let go of such an incredible thing that I just lived. A thing so magnificent regardless of what some people are turning it into, that I wanted time to stop altogether and stay in that moment. It’s been such a pleasure, that next year we’re going back whatever it takes.

To whoever’s reading, I don’t care how many people you are, where you are and that you don’t even know me, thank you. I’m never letting go of this ever again.

Next up is Monaco, I’m moving on Friday and I’m not supposed to start working until Monday, so I really hope I can watch more or less everything during the weekend without issue. At least until I can figure out how will work interfere with the following races and I can organize myself to watch everything in a timely fashion anyway.

Peace out!

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intrepidacious · 2 years

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“Hey Stevie, how fast do we have to get home?” Bucky asked his best friend when they walked out of the building and into a wall of warm air that made them sweat almost immediately. Steve took a deep breath, but it didn’t help him to get to get used to the sudden change of the temperature. Steve only lifted his eyebrow at his friend.

“Come on, you know why I’m asking. We finished the meeting earlier than anticipated and she’s actually not far away. We could be there in a few hours and surprise her and then we could travel home from London,” Bucky tried to persuade him. He actually didn’t need much persuasion and not long after they grabbed their bags from the hotel, they found themselves at the airport of Berlin. Using the jets was easier, but they couldn’t justify the small trip to London just so Bucky could see his girl. And after a very long security check (a very long one) Bucky was still smiling once he took his seat in the plane.

“Got a present?” Steve asked once they were in the air.

“Ugh, me?” Buckys smile fell once he realized he didn’t have the present with him. That one was still at home as it wasn’t planned that the two of you would see each other on your birthday. You were on a short girl's trip to London as Bucky had to go to Germany with Steve for some meetings and so your present was still laying at home. “I’ll pick up some flowers on the way to the hotel. She’ll get hers once we’re both home.”

“Okay,” Steve nodded and took out his notebook and a pen before Bucky was lost in his own thoughts again and Steve busy with whatever he was drawing on the paper.

It wasn’t impossible for Bucky to find your hotel. You had already provided him with pictures of your trip. Now that they entered the hotel he only needed to find your room and he hoped that you were even there. All problems were solved when he spotted your friend who was more than eager to accept Steve’s offer to dinner so Bucky could surprise you on your special day. Steve ripped out a page of his notebook and handed it to his friend so he could give it to you.

“I thought we would meet downstairs,” he could hear your voice through the door after he had knocked three times. Your face only showed confusion for a few seconds before a smile took over and you were in Buckys arms, not caring that he was sweaty and almost falling over from the sudden impact of your attack.

“How?” you just asked and he stroked your back.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” he mumbled in your neck as you both bathed in each other's embrace. You pulled him into your room and he took a seat on your bed. He was exhausted, he had been up for a while and you could see it in his face – you were always good at reading him. You placed a quick peak on his lips before you took a look at him.

“Want to sleep?” you asked.

Instead of answering he just held out the piece he got from Steve. You took it and after unfolding it you laughed. “Hertzlichen Glückwunsch, Nika! Please accept my gift of a lovesick puppy. Your dinner is on me tonight” stood there in Steves beautiful handwriting. You wouldn’t point out the misspelling as you were admiring the drawing of Bucky underneath it.

“How about some room service and then we can sleep?” you offered and Bucky accepted.

“Sorry, I’m really beat. I wish I could give you a better birthday and I even forgot the flowers on my way here,” he apologized but you hushed him.

“You’re here, that is the best present. And now pick something to eat so I can cuddle with you!” Bucky threw you one of his honest smiles and that was actually the best present you could ask for. Well maybe that and the cuddles and kisses later too.

Happy Birthday, love! I hope you have a wonderful day! 😘

i’m not crying, my eyeballs are just sweating 😭😭 i cannot believe thiiiiis!!!!

omg tati this is the cutest thing ever and i’m so emotional right now!!!!! thank you thank you thank you i love you 😭💛💛💛

#inbox #tati ☀️#i will treasure this forever 😭💛

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yupuffin · 2 years

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I’ve been cosplaying for ten years now and an important aspect I haven’t seen discussed much is preventing burnout. In many cases, it can be even more important than making your cosplay perfect. Yes, challenging yourself with each project is good for honing your skills, but so is maintaining enough enjoyment so that you don’t start hating the hobby--it’s supposed to be fun! That’s why it’s called cosplay!

The last two cosplays I made (Dimitri from Fire Emblem Three Houses, part 2 and Albedo from Genshin Impact) were indeed challenges and somewhat above my cosplay-making skill level. For me an ~average~ cosplay will take about 50-60 hours of work over roughly four months to complete, unless I’m feeling particularly inspired, in which case I can finish one in a matter of a weeks.

When making Dimitri, I lost count at 120 hours of work, and constructing that costume took me a year and a half from start to finish, because trying to figure out what the heck I was doing burned me out so badly that I progressed at less than a turtle’s pace. Overall the process wasn’t as enjoyable as those of my other costumes, and by the time I got around to completing it, I had already lost motivation to execute a lot of my performance ideas.

So by the time I took up the challenge of Genshin Impact cosplays (notoriously intricate character designs) and started on Albedo, I knew I’d have to change something to avoid a recurrence of the burnout problem. Albedo was still in the top three for difficulty of costumes I’ve made ever, but I managed to finish his cosplay in about seven months with 80 hours of work, and I was very happy with how it turned out!

(photo by blackfirerei on Instagram)

The major changes I made when constructing Albedo involved tackling the costume only one or two pieces at a time, and simplifying any part of the design that gave me an overwhelming feeling of bewilderment just by resting my eyes on it--especially if the detail that gave me this feeling wasn’t particularly visible on the final costume. Of course, this means sacrificing a bit of accuracy--but only enough to stave off burnout, and not enough that, unless you’re making a direct comparison with a zoomed-in reference photo, it’s immediately obvious that something is different.

I think the primary example in my Albedo cosplay is the markings on the vest--particularly around the neck, where, on the original design, they are the most intricate, and at the same time, usually covered by the hood of the jacket. In the actual costume I made, those are merely approximated, which saved me a lot of frustration in the construction process, without subtracting from the image of the cosplay as a whole. Even with such modifications, making this costume was still enough of a challenge for me that I felt I was able to grow my skills and learn things to apply to my future cosplays, and I had fun doing it! And finally, I’m left over with enough motivation to jump right into making my next cosplay without feeling exhausted.

At this point, many cosplayers would probably complain about losing accuracy points when they enter the costume in a competition. Ultimately, any decisions about a costume rest with the individual cosplayer, but based on the trends I’ve noticed in current cosplay culture, I’d encourage every cosplayer to critically consider their enjoyment of the hobby and what an ideal cosplay life where fun comes first looks like for them. Competitions are just one aspect of the cosplay world, and, as with any other form of art, trying to express cosplay in numerical scores alone inherently trivializes other aspects that are nevertheless quintessential. Also, consider: are those accuracy points really worth it if it means every part of your body starts loudly demanding you quit doing something you really love?! (The glorification of ~the grind~ is worth its own post, honestly, so I’ll leave it at that.)

With this reflection in mind, I’m already much happier with the prospects of my cosplay life going forward, so I’d encourage every cosplayer--no matter how long you’ve been cosplaying--to consider my point as well!

#cosplay #Basically posting this as a justification for why my Childe pants only have stripes on the front 🤣

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walkingthroughthevalleyoflove · 1 year

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Happy Birthday

Every "Happy Birthday" was like salt ground into the wound. I never told anyone because I know it's people's way of saying that they wish the best for me, but right now... what is happiness? This birthday was happening whether I was happy or not. Life has been hard. Life is suffering. Life ahead feels painful. I felt pretty far from any sense of celebration.

I’m exhausted to the bone, I’m feeling lost and sitting in the unknown with no sense of drive, with a heart full of sorrow.

I’ve been through a massive health journey over the last few years which made me functionally bed ridden and operating through brain fog that was akin to severe brain injury for nearly a year. This period took an extreme toll on my vitality and physical strength. This was one of the most challenging times in my life and left me feeling like a shadow of the person I know myself to me. I’m most likely over the worst of it but still in need of various rehabilitation for my body, mind, and spirit.

I recently finished my last round of medication and started to reorient towards figuring out my life on the other side of this. I’m not entirely how to proceed when the stamina and drive I used to have are currently just a memory.

When Tigre choose to leave this world my life shattered into pieces again. Tigre was my deepest love and my family. The loss of the central person in my life, the person who held me every night, and who I shared the joy of life, is a pain that is beyond measure.

I’m in deep grief and feeling adrift with very little energy to work or make plans for the future. I am working through medical debt, the cost of therapy, and rehabilitation for my body. Beyond the depletion my body already experienced my hair is now falling out, my right eye developed a constant twitch, and crying in public is nearly an everyday occurrence.

Through all of this I find sanctuary in my personal relationship with the Divine. Right now the only place to turn is towards inside. I’m going to spend a month in silence to commune with a deeper current of Intelligence. Through the darkness of this chapter it is the place where I can find my source of strength.

In my long history of Working with plant medicine has helped me in a multitude of ways and while

This work has helped me navigate the medical sytem and stick to my guns in the face of no confirmation from doctors

To helping me know how to step into the week of ceremony to honor Tigre’s passing to

And a recent experience that took the pain from a horrific scream that lived in my body to a deep dull home. I stopped racking myself over the coles so much and while the immensity of the pain is not gone it is there is notably more acceptance. Waves of nausea and vertigo still happen but not everyday.

What I really want for my birthday is a chance to go away and

I’ll be leaving the country for a little while to make this pilgrimage. To do this and shoulder all of the rest of these needs I’ll need to gather the resources to make it happen. Some of my friends put together a Go Fund Me that has been getting quietly passed around for the past few weeks and today for my birthday I’m putting it out here.

People have been asking me how they can support me and this is one of the most helpful ways to participate. However, I want you to know that this isn’t an ask for people to dig deep into their pockets. If you don’t have it to give, please, please don’t. This is only for people who can and want to throw in to help me do the things that it will take to turn this lead into gold.

And if this isn’t feasible then sharing this opportunity with people who may want to contribute is welcome and a prayer spoken aloud or a candle lit on my behalf is also great. Thank you for loving me.

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lovecolibri · 2 years

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SaL anon here friend (loving the wizard wear, particularly the dragon ring 🐉❤) with our song for this week's heart-wrenching episode, Intermission. This isn't the most hopeful of SaL songs, but I think it's appropriate given the struggles of Hen and Buck, both trying to find an equilibrium between versions of themselves. For Hen it's very explicit, we literally end on her having to choose "side a or side b", while the ease Buck was seeking all episode gets upended with Lev's final thoughts.

Sorry this took me an extra day to get to, we were out of town and got back late though it was worth the drive for a delicious meal and lots of tea and an excuse to dress up! I didn’t get the bracelets in the picture, and the ring is actually a willow tree but I might have a dragon ring somewhere. I used to get a fandom jewelry box once a month for a year or two so I have a ton of random and fun fandom pieces that come in handy when I want to match whatever theme the tea room is doing that month! Then, Friday was a draining work day and I wanted to come into this one fresh because this song is one of my favorites so I figure a cozy Saturday morning over tea is just right! (I got their Darcy and Elizabeth tea during their Jane Austen tea last month and it is delightful!)

So we have talked about this song once before that I could find, and it was also about 911 and Buck/Eddie after the hostage situation last season so that’s fun! I’m excited to revisit it now when we see Hen and Buck in these transitional periods.

i’m so tired but i can’t sleep. my mind is full but i can’t speak. among the dust of the hard-to-reach, i’m stuck right here, somewhere between side a and side b.

i could call it compromise or just an intermission. some kind of consolation prize for the race i never finished.

Okay so right away I’m thinking about that scene in the loft with Hen and Buck. Buck looks that kind of exhausted-wired where he can’t sleep so he’s researching, trying to find the secret of happiness. I find it interesting that he’s not the one who brings up what he’s reading, he waits for Hen to engage first and once he feels like he has permission, then he starts asking the questions he’s been holding in. We all know Buck is feeling stuck in this limbo after his relationship ended and he’s scared to make a wrong move forward. I’m also thinking of that chair from last week that he moved into the couch space, a consolation prize for now, but we see it only seats one and that’s not what Buck is looking for long term!

Then we have the Hen of it all, running herself ragged, the other end of the spectrum where she WANTS to sleep but cannot allow herself to, lest she fall behind. And her mind is so full of all the things she has going on that you can see she doesn’t really want to continue this conversation with Buck, but she takes a moment anyway because he’s family and clearly something is up. She really will make an amazing captain someday when she’s ready to take that on. She’s constantly switching from captain mode to medical student mode to mom/wife/friend mode, making compromises where she can to try and juggle everything when Bobby ends up gone longer than originally planned. This limbo as we see by the end of the episode is not sustainable for her!

i want to turn these tired gears. i want to feel the follow-through, some kind of equilibrium… something to set my watch to.

i’m here, somewhere between victory and a white flag. caught in this purgatory dream, i’m stuck.

Buck is looking for a steady presence in his life because he never felt settled before and now he has a job he loves and people he loves but he’s looking for that constant at home too. We saw it last season with him coming home alone watching his gf on TV and how deflated he looked. The thing is, he’s already set his watch to something, and that’s the Diaz boys! We see his kitchen bright and cheery and full of life, with him spending hours (and several previous tries) to feed the people he loves, and more than that, while this might be the first Buckley-Diaz family dinner WE’RE seeing on screen, the completely comfortable vibes show us that this is a regular occurrence, and Eddie and Chris are completely at home in Buck’s space. (Also, the concept of “time” and “watches” surrounding Buddie definitely had my ears perking up at that line!) Buck spent last season being caught between pushing through and not giving up on a relationship that was all give and gradually draining him of life and “giving up” which he thinks is failure when really he was setting himself free! But now he’s in this limbo of looking for something while not realizing it’s been right in front of him this whole time!

I loved seeing Hen’s phone, constantly lighting up with her schedule of activities, trying to follow through on all her commitments, setting her watch by what everything and everyone else needs from her, and in that, pushing aside what SHE needs and in the end, she’s left feeling like she let everyone down. Hen is definitely in her purgatory dream right now! The things she wants are within her sights, but she’s now having to face the possibility of waiving the white flag on something or risking losing everything.

but i want to set the record straight, i want to retrace my every step. if i could just rewind all the tapes then maybe i’d find my loose thread.

call it a compromise or just an intermission. some kind of consolation prize, so close, but never finished.

i want to turn these tired gears. i want to feel the follow-through, some kind of equilibrium… something to set my watch to.

That first bit is hitting RIGHT in the Buck feels, because Hen knows where she went wrong, she took on too much. But Buck, Buck is looking back over every decision trying to find where things when wrong so he can keep from making the same mistake. And doing that can be healthy and a learning experience! However Buck is clearly obsessing about not making the same mistakes, going without so he doesn’t pick the wrong “couch” again, and tying to research binge his way though this struggle to find a perfect “answer” to how to be happy. I want to very, very gently shake him. I find it interesting that in his quest to not repeat the same mistakes, we have him put in a situations similar to so many of his other past “mistakes”, not things that were ever his fault, but left him feeling like he failed anyways. We have the victim buried in a collapsed tunnel with shrapnel in his shoulder, and we have not only a crush injury, but also one involving an older man, with people he’s known for decades. A man that puts his own safety on hold to allow a kid to be saved, and then feels his purpose has been served and dies while Buck desperately gives compressions. It’s A LOT and such a mashing together of so many awful moments in Buck’s life that it’s no wonder he’s such a mess! I look forward to where this storyline is going for him this season.

As for Hen, she’s coming up on making some hard decisions and while I think we’ll see her choose to stay at the 118 now that she knows being captain is a possibility for her, it’s going to be painful to see her letting that other dream of medical school go. I’m curious to see if they will end up letting her do both, just to keep that route open in case Aisha decides to leave at some point (please god let this show wrap up naturally and not drag out until all the mains are gone or utterly unrecognizable, I am literally begging, do not do this to my family!) Hen is looking for equilibrium now and finding a balance that’s sustainable and I’m excited to see where that journey takes us, especially since we’re getting some good Henren scenes this season!

Excellent choice as always my friend!

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