#& never trust a duck ( ooc )

[bluebeary-jay]

Reason

(Joel Miller x Reader)

Summary: things go wrong when you try to cross a small city. joel almost gets himself killed and you finally confront him about why he never seems to trust you with anything

Tags: angst and fluff, probably a little ooc, a bit of humor, love confession

Warnings: mentions of violence and wounds (but nothing very graphic), age gap, swearing

Word count: 3.8K

A/N: this is my first fic ever published so i'm kinda nervous but i couldn't stop thinking about this guy. english is not my first language so excuse any mistakes. hope you enjoy <3

Joel was acting like nothing was wrong.

Which wasn't exactly anything new, really. Ever since you knew the man, he always had this rough exterior, that ‘do not fuck with me’ aura around him, and was never, ever, one for showing emotions.

Back in the QZ, when he and Tess sometimes let you hang along with them to get a job done or sneak into the restricted territory, you saw how he burst, pent-up and concealed emotions spilling out of him at long last when something went horribly wrong. He had never aimed his yells at you, though, even when it was clearly your fault that someone noticed you or you fucked up your part of the job.

Just like today. You weren't exactly to blame this time – something heavy fell over around the corner of the building you were sneaking by, and the thug looking for you three spotted you as you were ducking behind a car. Shit like that often happened when you had to work in the ruins of the old world.

Then you got separated from Ellie and Joel when the gang shot at you. All of you saw before that the street was blocked and you were practically surrounded. You barked at the pair to get out of here and that you’ll join them later, and ran in the direction of the ravaged stores, hoping to find a way around the blockade.

You remembered bullets firing at you and missing your head by centimeters. You remembered shooting and killing some of the guys chasing you, then screaming when you bumped into one of them and they grabbed you. The kicks to your stomach, the struggle, some nasty comments made by the thugs before you managed to stab one of them through the cheek. You remembered faces contorted in fury and a man lifting a gun to your head.

In that brief moment, you were glad it was you who was about to die. Better you than–

The man who was about to shoot you dropped his pistol after a loud bang pierced the air and he fell to the ground, dead. Others were soon to follow, too slow in drawing their own guns. It was Joel, of course, all bloodied and livid, blasting a head after head of the guys who were trying to hurt you. You were pinned face down to the floor and couldn’t do anything but watch as he fought them with only his knife and bare hands, as the corridor he was in was too narrow to make use of the gun without it catching on a wall or his clothes. You struggled and tried to break free, unable to bear the sight of the men’s blood mixing with his own from the growing number of cuts on his skin.

The thug holding you down apparently decided to finish you off, but didn’t have a chance before Joel tackled him to the ground, receiving another long gash below his ribs. For one terrifying moment you were sure he was stabbed in the chest and your whole world stopped. But the grunts and curses coming from the spot where Joel was knocked down on the ground quickly told you that he was fine.

You saved Joel just in time, driving a sharp shard of metal into his attacker's neck. After that the older man quickly looked you over, asking if you were hurt, and when you told him no, he grabbed your arm and led you to where Ellie was waiting.

All of you managed to get out and it didn’t seem like the gang was following you anymore. Excluding a couple of cuts and scrapes you all were fine and alive, which had to be a goddamn miracle.

That didn’t mean you weren’t absolutely furious.

Joel knew it and you suspected that’s why he was so insistent about walking in total silence, sending you and Ellie angry glares every time either of you opened your mouth. You were shooting daggers at his back as he walked in the front and even Ellie had to sense the tense atmosphere, for she was unusually quiet.

You knew Joel Miller was a protector at heart. That, among other things, was what made you care for him more than anyone else in your life, more than you’d care for a companion or even a friend. His caring, gentle nature hidden from the world under the rough exterior was what ultimately made you fall for him.

But no matter how attractive and admirable you found him, it drove you up the fucking wall that he never listened to you, never let you do anything even slightly risky or dangerous, like he always expected you to mess up. He didn’t even want you to sneak outside the QZ with him and Tess, and it was the other woman who finally convinced him.

You hated the thought that he might see you as a daughter, or worse - a burden. But the age gap between you two seemed bigger and bigger every time he did something like that, going after you because he didn’t trust you to get the job done.

And you hated it.

Only when the place you’ll spend the night in was picked and Joel took off his backpack with a wince of pain, you marched over to him and shoved his chest in frustration. Even though he was tired and hurt, he still towered over you and was much heavier, which made taking your anger out on him extremely difficult.

“The hell you're doing?” he asked incredulously, looking almost surprised at the fury painting your face.

“Don’t you ever think about doing something like that again, Joel!” you yelled at him, knowing you’re too far for any unwanted ears to hear you screaming. “I fucking told you to take Ellie and run! Why the hell did you come back?!”

“You’d prefer me to leave you behind and let those bastards do whatever sick things they wanted to do? A ‘thank you’ would be nice.”

Okay, now you were seething. You clenched your jaw and pushed him again, feeling honestly so fed up with his bullshit.

“Why don’t you ever listen to me?! You almost fucking died, not to mention you put Ellie in danger, too!”

“Hey, I was safe!” Ellie chimed in, straightening from the place she was sitting in on her sleeping bag. “And there wasn’t actually–”

“Ellie,” Joel cut her short harshly, making it clear it’s not the time for her usual sarcasm. She rolled her eyes and muttered something about grumpy old men, turning their back to them.

You huffed and turned around, going deeper into the woods. Joel said your name but when you didn’t react he went after you with long strides, grabbing your arm and halting you.

“Will you tell me what’s going on?”

“You know damn well what’s going on!” You yanked your arm out of his grasp. “I told you to go and you didn’t listen, like always, and probably had to hack your way through the whole group of these idiots just to almost get yourself killed because of me!”

“Did you really expect me to leave you behind?” he asked with his voice raised.

“Yes! At that moment it wasn’t about me, I was thinking about Ellie and you! She’s way more important than I am! You’re more important!”

“Don’t you dare say somethin–”

“Do you think I’d be able to take Ellie across the country without getting any of us killed?!” You threw your hand to the side, huffing with anger. “I don’t have your skills and experience. You’re the only one able to handle it on your own, so if any of us is to die, it will be me, no questions asked.”

“Like hell it’ll be you!” He was seething now, too, and he came up to you in two long, angry strides, stopping just before he could stomp on your shoes. Suddenly you two were so close that you could feel his breath on your face. “I am not fucking letting you get yourself killed! Not now and not ever.”

“Can’t you just think logically for a second?!” you shouted in his face, tears of rage and helplessness gathering in your eyes. “I’m a goddamn burden to you both! Yes, it was me who alerted them of our presence and I understand that’s probably why you never trusted me…” Actually saying those words out loud was more painful than you anticipated and you had to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. “It’s just, I can’t fight like you can, I’m not as valuable as Ellie, I…”

You had to press your lips together not to sob accidentally. Although you knew you had to make your point across, you still didn’t want Joel to see how weak you actually are.

“But I’m not fucking useless, understand?” you said sternly, looking him dead in the eyes. “I am gonna help you both go as far as possible, but if we’re ever in that kind of situation again, you’re leaving me behind and I’m buying you and Ellie as much time as I can.”

His expression hardened and he started to shake his head, but you beat him to it.

“I know you never wanted me to go on any missions with you, but just once let me be useful, alright? Even if all I can do is buy you a couple of precious minutes.”

“By letting yourself die.”

He said it with such finality and disbelief, all your anger got swept off and replaced by weariness. You sighed heavily and leaned against a tree.

“Yes, Joel. I know you’d rather not lose anyone else, but if I have a chance to help those I care about…” You realized you said too much and shook your head. “I don’t understand why it is such a big deal for you.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. His warm brown eyes were on you and for the first time ever you wished he'd look away. You turned your head and sighed again.

God, you were so very tired.

“I’m going to look for some firewood. You go check if the place is safe, alright?”

“No, listen–”

“Just this once, Joel,” you cut him off, not turning around. The tears that have gathered in your eyes before were threatening to spill down your cheeks and you weren’t going to show him how much this situation has pained you. “Just this once, drop it. Please.”

This time he didn’t stop you when you wandered further away from the camp and you truthfully didn’t know if it was better or worse.

*****

The rest of the evening went by mostly in silence. Ellie tried to lighten up the mood by reading some bad jokes from her book and though Joel was his usual grumpy self, it actually helped you a little. The girl seemed pretty proud of herself about making you crack a smile, but her efforts to bring Joel into the conversation came to naught. The smile disappeared from your face every time your eyes met and he looked away.

He almost didn’t say a word throughout your meal and preparing for bed, only muttering something under his breath when Ellie told you both goodnight. You were so tired that you managed to fall asleep almost immediately despite the worry and sadness gnawing at you when your thoughts drifted to the man laying on the opposite side of the fire.

When you opened your eyes again, the dawn was only just breaking. The air was cold and crisp, and you groaned, shivering and pulling your coat tighter around yourself, only to realize something else was draped over your form.

You rubbed your eyes and noticed the familiar green jacket covering your torso. Its owner was a couple of feet away, sitting with his back to you on a big log. The rifle lay next to him, propped up against the fallen tree. Your shoulders slumped at the sight of him and you remembered your argument from last night. You almost laid back down, but ignoring his act of kindness felt wrong, so with a quiet sigh you stood up, making your way to where he was sitting.

Joel glanced to the side when you approached and his gaze was instantly drawn to his jacket you wrapped around yourself.

“You were shivering,” he muttered, apparently knowing what you were about to ask. He said it as if giving you his jacket was the most sensible thing to do in a situation like that.

Was that an attempt to say he’s sorry for how he reacted earlier? You decided not to question his intentions too much and instead sat down next to him, nailing your eyes on the patch of recently disturbed ground.

“Thanks,” you replied under your breath, still not looking at the man. “But you didn’t have to. You’re probably cold now.”

“M’not.”

Liar. Stubborn as always.

None of you said anything else for a long time. You contemplated whether you should just go back to your sleeping bag and leave his jacket on the log, or stay and try to defuse the tension between you two. Somehow neither of these options appealed to you but it was so difficult to just sit here in silence and–

“I’ve been thinkin' about what you said,” Joel spoke up suddenly and very quietly, which interrupted your dwelling. “And I couldn’t stop remembering how damn sure you sounded when you said I don’t trust you.”

A wave of uneasiness washed over you and you wrapped his jacket tighter around yourself. “It’s okay that you don’t,” you said slowly, not really sure what he was getting at. “I mean, I’m not sure if even I would trust my–”

“That’s the thing,” he interrupted you with an irritated sigh and turned his head to look at you with his brows furrowed. “I do trust you. I just have no clue how…” Another sigh. “How I could’ve fucked up so badly that you’d think that.”

You blinked several times, not sure if you weren’t still dreaming after all. It kind of felt like a dream when he was sitting so close to you, his jacket around your shoulders and a rising sun painting his hair in a golden light.

“But you never let me do anything important or dangerous on my own,” you contradicted quietly, which caused Joel to drop his head loosely and close his eyes. “You’re always against taking me with you anywhere, and–”

“That’s because you’re important to me!” he cut you off, evidently louder than he intended, because he immediately glanced at you and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Sorry,” he muttered. “It’s just hard for me to understand how… how did…”

Joel seemed at a loss for words and you longed to touch him, to take the burden of carrying the conversation from his shoulders and ease the weariness on his face, but you weren't really sure what he intended to say. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but it almost sounded like…

“I can’t bear the thought of losing you,” he said softly at last and you could pinpoint the exact moment you stopped breathing. Joel’s eyes were closed and he was propping his forehead on his hand, and he looked so… sad. “That’s why I never wanted you to take any risk, because if something happened to you and I weren’t there to protect you…”

He swallowed heavily, inhaled, then straightened up and looked over at you. The look he gave you was so tender and open, it was almost difficult to focus on his words.

“I care about you, too,” he whispered, and you remembered what slipped out of your mouth when you were arguing earlier. “A lot. Much more than I should, but I can’t… I can’t help it.” He turned to look forward, his eyes narrowing from the sunlight creeping from between the trees, and he looked so beautiful in that moment, you wished you had a camera on hand.

“Joel,” you breathed, but he shook his head.

“I didn’t want to make shit weird between… us.” He waved his hand in a vague gesture. “So don’t feel pressured into sayin’ anything. Just don’t expect me to idly stand by while you’re risking your life because–”

“Joel,” you repeated, louder this time, which finally made him shut up.

“What?”

You didn’t really know what you were going to say. You just wanted him to stop talking because he was only torturing himself with this ramble and you couldn’t bear it.

Very slowly, and very gently, you took Joel’s hand in your own and moved it over to your lap. Ignoring his eyes on you, you traced the length of his calloused fingers and brushed the center of the palm where a cut from a couple of days ago was still healing. Your heart was beating so damn loud in your ears, you wouldn’t hear if a parade of clickers just walked past you both, but with all your might you tried to keep your breathing steady and your face from going beet red.

He said you were important to him. That he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. He didn’t see you as a burden as you feared, so maybe… maybe he didn’t view you as a kid, as well.

Throwing all caution to the wind, you laced your fingers together and brought them to your lips, leaving a small kiss on his bloodied knuckles. Joel tensed in a split second and you weren't sure if he was still breathing, but you didn’t look at him in fear that his expression may take away the remnants of your temporary courage.

“If I misread you, this is gonna be painfully awkward,” you mumbled in a feeble attempt to defuse the tension in the air, so thick it was almost choking you. “But I’m still grateful you told me all thi–”

His other hand – the same hand he was ready to kill and protect with, with which he was ready to tear his way through the mass of enemies just to save you – lifted itself to your face and cupped your cheek. Joel was looking at you with wonder, the fingers you cradled in your own twitching slightly as if he was holding back from tightening his hold. His eyes seemed like they were made out of liquid gold in the light of the morning sun and he looked at you with such adoration that you once again humored the thought that it was just all some cruel, vivid dream.

But no, it couldn’t have been. Not when Joel’s skin was so cold against your burning face and not when his eyes flickered to your lips…

It was you who leaned in first, but once your lips touched, Joel took the reins, untangling his fingers from yours to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer.

You expected him to be rough and confident, just like he was during a fight, to take what he wanted and devour you – at least that’s how you always imagined kissing him would be like. What you didn’t expect, however, was a trembling sigh that escaped him when you two parted for a moment to take a breath and a gentle touch of his fingertips along your jaw. His hold on your body was by turns firmer and more loose, like he was afraid he’d scare you off if he let himself use too much strength.

You, on the other hand, had no reservations in taking his face in your hands firmly and parting your lips, encouraging him to go on. It seemed to work at first, because Joel pulled you in even closer, letting you crawl onto his lap, but then he stopped abruptly and moved you gently away, still keeping his hands on both sides of your face.

“Darlin’, I need to know if you’re sure about this, because I won’t be able to…”

You pressed your lips to his again, this time much slower and more delicate, in an attempt to silence him. Joel finally relaxed when you cupped his face and planted a kiss on his brow, always so furrowed in concern and worry.

“Joel, I wanted you to kiss me for the whole time I knew you. I really, really care about your bullheaded skull.” You looked down at him with a playful smile, to which he chuckled. “Though you’re shit at sending signals. I was sure you hated me.”

“Well, you are hard to deal with sometimes,” he mused in a teasing tone and you jabbed him in the stomach before he managed to grab your wrist. “But I… I'm sorry that I made you feel this way. Like you didn’t matter to me.”

You furrowed your brows at the uncharacteristic vulnerability and sadness in his voice and your worry must’ve etched itself in your eyes because when Joel looked at you, he turned away and closed his eyes immediately.

“Listen, you know now you matter to me more than anyone else in this cursed world. I don’t want to ever be as worried sick about you like I was yesterday,” he whispered. You brushed some hair off his face and the creases on his forehead softened a little. “And I don’t ever want you to think you’re not important. You’re… fuck, you’re the goddamn reason I’m doing all this. You're my reason, you hear me?”

You just nodded with a wide smile that threatened to split your face in half.

“I understand,” you answered, just as quietly. “You’re also the reason I’m doing all of this for.”

This time it was unclear who initiated the kiss. Nevertheless, you ended up held tightly in his arms, marveling at his touch on your skin and the feeling of his chapped lips on yours, and there wasn’t any other place you wished to be in.

It lasted just a couple of seconds though, because you were interrupted by the sound of fake barfing and gurgles of disgust coming from the direction of your camp.

“Gross!” yelled Ellie loudly, but she had a shit-eating grin on her face when she squinted at Joel holding you in his lap. “Don’t suck faces when there are children present!”

“Shut up!” Joel yelled back, but without any bite in his tone. A soft smile played on his lips when he looked back at you. “She’ll be insufferable now,” he murmured and you snorted at how done he sounded. He mirrored your expression and held your hand to his face to kiss your fingers tenderly, which made Ellie gag even louder.

“If you start making out in front of me, I won’t hesitate to throw a fucking sandwich at you!”

“She won’t,” muttered Joel, not even turning to the teen before he leaned in and kissed you slowly again.

You smiled into the kiss, barely noticing stale pieces of bread flying over Joel’s shoulder.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us #tlou hbo #joel tlou #joel miller #featuring our badass queen #ellie williams #the last of us fic #joel miller x y/n #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #beary writes

[silkythewriter]

General dating headcanons for 2012 Mikey, Donnie, Raph, Leo, and Splinter?

General dating head canons for the 2012 TMNT!

Summary: as said in the title! This General dating headcanons for 2012 Mikey,Donnie,Raph,Leo,and splinter!

Daily song suggestion that ( kinda ) fits with the theme!

Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes! And sorry if they are OOC

Warnings!: This might be a bit bad sense I haven’t watched the show in a few years so this is all based on memory I apologize!

Fandom: Tmnt

🐢Donnie💜

I’m gonna be honest with you he’s probably a simp for you ngl like bro has hearts in his eyes around you- his brothers most likely tease him for it

Mikey always somehow in someway ruins a moment you two are having, about to kiss? Mikey’s doing something idiotic and you both have to make sure he isn’t going to hurt himself- you always laugh it off while Donnie probably mops  about his lost chance with you 💀

He loves talking about his machinery and inventions aswell as some things he’s planning to get to make some new inventions! He mostly only talks to you about sense your the only one listening without spacing off or telling him to stop

Probably goes to April for some dating advice sense your probably his first relationship and he doesn’t know what he’s doing, But he wants to get some in sight to make sure he’s at least doing something right

Let’s you watch him work on his inventions! But he makes sure your at a safe distance where you can’t get burned or hurt by any parts or things he’s using

He’s a doofus sometimes, he try’s to impress you and ends up making a bit of a fool of himself, but you find it adorable!

He likes putting his bandanna on you cause you look adorable with it on his own words not mine

Such a cute honey pie honestly he loves you with all his heart and don’t take that lightly he truly does!

🐢Raph❤️

Mikey slander. That’s it you just watch him slander Mikey

He’s rough and strong infront of his brothers but with you he starts lowering his tough guy persona, don’t get me wrong this man will never ambit he’s soft but you can tell especially when you guys are alone together hanging out

He lets you pet his turtle and feed him both of you for some reason love watching the lil guy eat while just chatting about your day!

He teaches you some self defense moves so when he’s not around he knows you’ll at least put up a good fight, he gets a bit worried sometimes surprisingly so you’ll have to reassure him your fine

He loves when you take care of any scars or marks he has after a particular hard fight, Though he might be in some pain it relaxes him to know your there for him, also he trusts you a lot so, this shows troughs this act

Like Donnie he’s probably a simp for you BUT he’s better at hiding it sometimes he does slip up though and shows it Mikey teased him relentlessly until raph snapped and started chasing the man- you had to step in and try defusing the situation

R.I.P to any one of his brothers if they tried teasing you in front of him, this man will defend you with his last breath Some of them had to learn that the hard way

Over all sweetheart but doesn’t show it much he still loves you though even if it’s hard to show <3

🐢Mikey🧡

Spams you with memes at 3AM so might wanna turn off your notifications 💀

A menace tbh

Very energetic! Keeping up with this guy sometimes seems impossible! his adorableness makes up for that for sure, I mean who could be mad at him? Look at him!

Uses you as a meat shield from his brothers. Dude will come at you in full speed before ducking behind you and grabbing your sides to move you around as raph tries getting him to drop you and fight like a “man” so be prepared for that

Sometimes he can be an idiot but in a cute way!

I feel like he love’s physical affection so hugging,cuddling,handholding,etc! He likes to hold your hand and swing it as you guys walk together it’s honestly adorable- he also loves giving you hugs from the side randomly trough out the day!

Sometimes after some rough fights he loves to cuddle up with you as you kiss his head and complement him for his hard work, it makes him feel appreciated and loved! He also loves playing mini games with you on his free time! Like hiding seek or tag

Splinter sometimes scolds him for skipping training to hang out with you while Mikey just laughs it off, He’d be more careful sneaking off to you cause he doesn’t wanna get you in trouble too

Does that thing where you poke someone over and over again and saying their name again and again till they pay attention to you, it can be annoying sometimes but it’s honestly adorable how happy he gets when you finally give him attention! You cant stayed annoyed too long he doesn’t mean to be annoying…… at least sometimes….

Overall he’s a very energetic boyfriend! He’s sweet though! And he tires his best for you so just keep that in mind!

🐢Leo💙

I feel like he’s the chillest boyfriend out of this list

He likes showing off the new moves splinter taught him! He takes you trough each step of learning it even if you won’t use it he still likes explaining it!

Like Raph Leo teaches you some defense moves! But just the basics nothing to much only punching,kicking,dodging, etc

He likes discussing he’s plans with you! He also likes your in put if he should fix or rearrange some things in the plan to make it work more efficiently

He likes to lay his head on your lap as he rambles on about his day and his brothers, but would also love to hear how you day has been going!

sense he’s a mutant he can’t really take you on date to fancy restaurants or arcades or the mall sense it would draw so much attention- so! He makes a make shift date with a table two seats/pillows, some pizza, and a few roses he managed to pick in the night from a random garden he found.

He loves to watch films with you and just chill out in the layer while eating pizza or playing a game!

Overall hes one of the more chill boyfriend’s outta all of them at least in my headcanon but he’s still fun to hand out with! Especially when you guys go out ( at night of course) and just chill in the empty almost abandoned parks

Splinter

(This one might be a bit short)

Okay so! I feel like he lets you watch him and the turtles train new moves and such!

He likes embarrassing them infront of you by saying some sassy re mark or something else in that nature of course no harm done! Just a little funny comment

He’s a gentleman for sure you know opening doors for you, kissing your hand,and other things

I feel like he has baby pictures of the four turtles after they mutated and looked like lil baby’s it’s honestly adorable he especially likes doing this infront of them as you gush about how cute they were as kids, they get super embarrassed

I feel like he would teach some moves but unlike the rest he’d actually show you some more hard ones just incase,he does have a lot of enemy’s so I’d be dangerous if they knew splinter had a new lover, even more dangerous if they knew it was you

He meditates a lot so I feel like he would let you join if your up for it!, it’s really calming and relaxing it’s also a way to get away from the 4 almost always fighting turtles

I feel like the turtles see you as a second parental figure like a mom/dad/parent which splinter is pleased to find out!

He lets you brush your fingers trough his fur, it’s actually really soft surprisingly!

Sorry this took so long I apologize! Also sorry if they are OOC sense ( like I said in the beginning!) I haven’t watched the show in a while but I hope you enjoyed either way!

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt mikey #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt leo x reader #headcanon #tmnt 2012 april #x reader #all genders #sorry lol #thanks anon! #request #tmnt 2012 x reader #main character #ayyyyy #*dies cutely*

[asirensrage]

Can I get "let me in" from the obsession prompts with one of the murder husbands? 😍

Ooo that's a good one. Prompt: "Let me in! Trust me, sweetheart, it'll be easier if you do. Don't run from me. You won't like what happens when I catch you."

Hmmm which murder husband? For you maybe your fave:

Rating: M Warnings: violence, threats, obsession

Notes: I've never written for him before so...enjoy? Sorry if it's ooc lol

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. 

She wasn’t supposed to get caught, not here and not by him. Honestly, she expected to be killed. Instead, he had dug into her head, taking her to his compartments and telling her to wait for his return. She managed to slip out a duct and escape. Somehow he knew. 

She wasn’t able to get to the hanger, to send out a distress signal. She had to hide in the closest room as his voice rang in her head, demanding her submission and return. She barred the door as best she could, trying to be silent. But the man does not relent. 

The door shudders under the impact and she hears the buzz of his saber on the other side. She doesn’t know why he has yet to use it. 

“Let me in,” he orders. 

She cowers against it, hands fumbling and trying to keep the lock closed. Every time it moves, she forces it shut again. Her arms shake with the effort.

“Let me in!” The door rattles again. His voice echoes in her mind. “Trust me, sweetheart, it'll be easier if you do. Don't run from me. You won't like what happens when I catch you.” 

She shakes her head, refusing to answer him. The silence feels as though it stretches across a lifetime, anticipation sparking through it. It breaks when the beam of the lightsaber is shoved through the side of the door in front of her. She shrieks, ducking and scrambling away from it. 

Everything blocking it goes flying sideways, crashing against the wall. The lock clicks and the door slides open. He stands there, silhouetted by the guide lights in the hall. She tries to make herself smaller, to blend into the dark but he finds her instantly. 

“Come,” he offers his hand towards her. When she doesn’t move, he snarls. “I will not offer it again! Come!” 

She stumbles to her feet, fear driving her forward to take his hand. His grip tightens on hers as he pulls her into him, saber flashing off. She feels him press his face to her hair and must imagine that he breathes her in. 

“Don’t run from me again,” he murmurs to her. “You do not need to fear me. Not you.”

She isn’t sure she believes that. 

Obsession Prompts

#ridea acts out of spite #obsession prompt #kylo ren x oc #kylo ren fic #spite prompt

[icarusignite]

40 and 32 with aemond PLZZZZZZZ !!!!! i amagin them being lovers and everything is so- all fluff!!!

Aemond x OC! Daenys Velaryon-Targaryen (Rhaenyra's oldest child)

Prompts: 32: you are such a bully, 40: it’s called a trust fall for a reason

Trust Falls

Summary: Aemond joins Daenys and her brothers for an afternoon of kite-making and tree-climbing shenanigans.

Word Count: 2858

A/N: Aemond might be a little OOC but for the sake of fluff, we're going with it lol. Hope you like what I've done with the prompt :) Comments and reblogs are appreciated, I love hearing y'alls thoughts <3

Lucerys and Jacaerys opened the door of their shared room at the Red Keep to see their sister waiting outside, her fist raised as if she was about to knock again.

"What is it now Daenys?" Luke asked, curiously eyeing his sister who had a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Daenys sighed. She had been waiting outside their room for about 15 minutes now. She couldn't imagine what took them so long to respond and she was getting tired. She carried her little brothers Aegon and Viserys, one in each arm and Joffrey stood beside her, clutching her dress.

"I have had the most brilliant idea!" she exclaimed.

Jace grinned at her, always loving his sister's penchant for games, "And does it involve all our brothers? Is that you've gathered almost the entire family here?"

"The weather is lovely today and I realized Joffrey and the boys have never flown kites before."

"Where are you even going to find kites? In case you forgot, we don't live here anymore."

"Well, Ser Harwin taught us how to make them remember. I have all the materials collected in my room, I just need your help getting them to the garden. As you can see, my hands are quite occupied," Daenys beamed, and Luke found himself smiling back at her. He could never say no to his sister, not when she got excited like that.

Jace huffed out a breath, "Oh alright, but don't complain when my kite turns out the best. You're bringing this upon yourself by involving yours truly in this scheme."

"Alright let's go then! Luke grab Joffrey and follow me, Jace, you get the supplies from my room and meet us in front of the large oak tree by the eastern entrance."

As Daenys led her brothers to their destination, she was so lost in her thoughts that she promptly bumped into someone in the corridor. She would have lost her balance with the cargo she carried had the person in front of her not reached out to steady her. Behind her, Luke give a squeak, and the children in her arms babbled cheerfully. She looked up in surprise, only to find Aemond studying her. Ah, well that explained Luke's surprised, almost scared sound. She turned around for a moment just in time to see him duck behind her, Joffrey in tow. She gave him a look and turned back towards her fiancee who hadn't taken his eyes off her.

"Oh how lovely to see you here. What are you up to this fine day?" she tried to be polite.

It took Aemond a minute to respond. His eyes remained glued on her. Something about the way she looked today made his heart stutter. Her hair was unbound, her cheeks rosy, and her eyes alight with merriment. She was in a good mood today, it made her even more beautiful than usual. Watching her with her arms full of children, watching her interact with her little brothers in the most gentle manner made him want for things he could not put a name to.

"I was merely planning to take a stroll in the gardens. You are most welcome to join me if you wish princess," he finally stated, his stoic monotonous voice masking his true feelings.

"The real question is, would YOU like to join us?" she returned.

"What are you up to now?" Aemond smirked in amusement. He could see Luke frantically shake his head at his sister. So the little bastard didn't want him joining in on their activities. That was reason enough to tag along.

"We're making kites. The weather is perfect for them. And Joffrey has never had the chance to do it before."

"Very well then, I shall be happy to join the princess and her brothers in their endeavours."

"Oh perfect. If you're coming, here, carry Viserys, please. My arms are killing me!" Daenys handed her brother to her bewildered fiance.

Aemond gingerly took Viserys and the baby gurgled, clapping his hands. Daenys grinned, leaning over to kiss his cheek, and he tangled his fingers in her hair, still clapping. She laughed as she gently pulled away, flicking his nose teasingly.

She winked at Aemond, "He likes you, my prince."

Aemond looked slightly awkward, "Yes, well I should hope so."

"Good thing that you can manage to get along with at least some of my brothers. Would you like to hold Aegon? I'm sure he'll like you too!"

Aemond wasn't sure he could trust himself to carry both of them, but Daenys arms looked strained and he wanted to relieve her of the burden. And besides, he could never say no to those eyes. Those dazzling eyes. He let his lips lift slightly as he took Aegon as well. At the sight of his slight smile, Daenys's entire face lit up. It was his favourite thing about her. The smallest gestures meant so much to her and she cherished every single one. As he balanced both boys in his arms, she took Luke and Joffrey's hands in each of her own and pulled them towards the gardens.

At the base of the tree, they were met with a mildly annoyed Jace. The furrow between his eyebrows grew deeper when his eyes landed on Aemond.

"What's he doing here?" he snapped.

Daenys swatted at him, "What's with the grumpy face, Jace? Aemond's here to help us so be nice."

"I'll be nice if he's nice," Jace grumbled.

"He promises to behave, don't you Aemond?" she playfully glared at him, and he was forced to nod his head.

Taking the supplies from her brother, Daenys flopped down on the floor and got started on the main task of the day. Her brothers gathered around her and for the second time that day, Aemond found himself entranced by her. He settled down against the tree near them, content to just observe. Her youngest brothers found entertainment in climbing all over him, and he found that he didn't quite mind their antics. They reminded him of Helaena's children, so full of energy, and they too loved to climb him. He watched his betrothed deftly weave the various bits of string and various other items into what he guessed was supposed to be the kite. He was mesmerized by the motion of her hands and he didn't realize how much time had passed until she jumped up in triumph, signalling the kite's completion. Then his eyes finally landed on what she was supposed to be constructing and a snort escaped him.

"Excuse me?" Daenys raised an eyebrow.

Aemond schooled his expression into indifference but despite his best efforts, a chuckle escaped him, "And what is that supposed to be?"

"What? It's supposed to be a kite!"

"I'm not sure that will serve its purpose princess. Isn't it supposed to be able to actually fly?"

"Geez ok, I guess I'm a little out of practice. This is just a practice run,"

"Oh no, you're going to make more?" Aemond made a face of mock surprise.

Daenys huffed in annoyance, "You are such a bully! Let's see you do a better job then, if you think mine is so distasteful."

Aemond stood and walked over to her. Jace and Luke watched him carefully, not knowing what exactly to expect from him. He was quite unpredictable after all. However, their jaws dropped simultaneously at his next actions. He reached out and pressed his thumb to the furrow between their sister's eyebrows and gently pulled upwards until her brow relaxed. He pulled away his hand and placed a kiss where his thumb had been, coaxing a smile from her.

"I only jest. I'm sure the next one you make will be lovely," he said softly.

Daenys laughed, "You're just saying that so you won't have to make one. Yours would be worse, I just know it."

Jace cleared his throat awkwardly. It felt intrusive to witness their moment, it felt too intimate. But he smiled to himself in relief all the same. It seemed as though their uncle had a gentle side to him, and he seemed to care well enough about Daenys. Perhaps her life here in King's Landing wouldn't be too miserable when she married him. Still leaving her behind filled his mouth with a bitter taste. Perhaps he was just being selfish because he'd miss her too much. She was one of his closest confidants, all their other brothers being too young. But his own selfishness aside, King's Landing could be a treacherous place. Especially given the dispute regarding their birth. He did not wish for his sister to suffer all the whispers and underhanded snide comments all by herself.

"Well then Uncle, if you are to join in, let us compete for real. Then we shall see who has the best skills," Jace reached out to clap Aemond's shoulder.

"Look at what you've done now," Aemond complained to Daenys who only smiled in return.

"It is good. You will finally spend some quality time with my brothers and learn to get along with them. You boys go on with your contest, I'm going to try my hand at a better kite for poor Joffrey."

Joffrey was scrutinizing Daenys's first prototype with a frown, "You said it was going to fly Daenys. Will this fly?"

"I'll make a better one Jof, don't you worry about that old thing," she answered, laughing sheepishly.

Aemond was surprised to find himself actually enjoying the activity. Both Jace and Luke seemed friendly enough, showing him how to weave together the threads and untangling his when he messed up. He didn't think it was even possible, for them all to spend time cordially like this. He thought that the strife between them had gone on for too long to be mended, but here they were, more than cordial.

"Who taught you this anyways?" Aemond finally voiced his curiosity. At King's Landing, his activities mainly consisted of academics and sword fighting. He had never indulged in such games before.

"Oh, it was Ser Harwin. He made the best kites. He used to make them for us when we were little, and then he taught us when we were old enough to understand. Poor Joffrey never got to learn..." Luke trailed off near the end, unsure of what he had said. He glanced at his sister who had gone still.

Daenys looked at Aemond and held her breath. The afternoon was going so well and she didn't want a stray remark to ruin it. It was why they all avoided talking about Ser Harwin in front of others. They never knew what kind of reaction they'd get and they knew that you were not supposed to speak so fondly of someone who was just your mother's shield. She waited for Aemond to make one of his snide remarks but when he met her eyes, he only smiled.

"That is nice. I wish someone had taught me. It is an enjoyable activity," was all he said.

Daenys exhaled and gave him her sweetest smile, one that made his heart convulse in his chest. She finally held up her second iteration, one that looked far more like it would actually serve its purpose.

"See, I told you I just needed practice. This one is perfect, don't you think Joffrey?"

"I'm still not sure how it's meant to fly Daenys?" Joffrey looked baffled.

"If you boys are done, shall we go test them out?"

"We're done but Aemond still needs to work on his. There's no way it'll stay up looking like that," Jace answered.

"You and Luke teach Joffrey to fly his, I'll help Aemond finish his."

Daenys gave Joffrey his kite and nudged him toward his brothers before taking their place beside her betrothed.

Aemond looked at her for a moment before whispering a quiet hello.

"Hey yourself," Daenys smiled teasingly, "Looks like someone's having a bit of trouble. And just who was mocking my work earlier hmm?"

"Oh, hush. Now you're being the bully. Help me fix this damned thing," he muttered.

Daenys busied herself with the mass of wood and strings in front of her until her focus was interrupted by a shout. She looked up in surprise to see all 3 of her brothers running toward her, and Joffrey was near tears.

"The kite. It got stuck," he lamented.

"By the gods, and how did that happen?"

"Blasted gust of wind came and blew it into the tree. It's stuck in one of the upper branches," Jace explained.

A smile grew on Daenys's face, "Well then, we shall have to climb up and get it won't we? Take me to this tree."

Aemond looked up at her in alarm, but she was already toeing off her shoes and sprinting off barefoot in the grass after her brothers, presumably to climb the aforementioned tree.

"Aemond! Watch the children please," she hollered behind her and he rolled his eyes.

Aemond sighed in resignation and went to pick up Aegon and Viserys who had been playing quietly by the tree. He followed his betrothed's voice and when he reached her, she had already started climbing. She swung herself up with practiced ease, scaling the bark like it was nothing, and soon she was up in the branches.

"Now, where is the kite Jace? I don't see anything."

"A little higher Daenys, It's more toward the left."

Aemond looked up at her in worry. The higher up she went, the thinner the branches became. He was scared they'd snap and she'd fall.

"Don't worry about her, she's done this many times. She loves climbing, our sister is a regular monkey," Jace reassured him, smiling at the worry he saw on his face.

"Daenys! Did you get it?" Luke hollered up at his older sister.

"Tell Joffrey to be patient. I'm trying my best," Daenys yelled back.

Luke looked at his two younger brothers, Aegon and Viserys, playing on the ground, unaware of their sister's antics. Luke shared his uncle's concern for his sister's well-being and did not want her to hurt herself on account of a mere game.

"Got it!" she exclaimed, peaking her head out from the green that obscured the rest of her.

She held out the kite and dropped it towards Jace where it fluttered down to land by his feet. As she did so, she stumbled and almost slipped off the branch she was on. Luckily she managed to hold on to an adjacent one, swinging up just in time to avoid a nasty fall.

"Ok you should definitely come down now," Aemond said, trying not to sound as panicked as he felt.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, it'll just take a while. Getting down is harder than going up you know."

Suddenly Daenys stopped. Aemond did not like the mischievous look on her face as she grinned down at him, "Unless... would you like to help me get down faster?"

Aemond was confused, "Well yes, if I can be of any help?"

"Perfect, get ready to catch!"

"Huh... catch what...Daenys wait..." Aemond's eyes grew wide as he saw what she was about to do.

Daenys took a deep breath and launched herself from her place in the tree, hurtling down toward the ground at an unnerving speed. She squeezed her eyes closed and waited for impact, wherever she landed. However, what she felt was a pair of strong arms enveloping her as she landed in them. Her eyes flew open and she let out an exhilarated laugh.

"Well, that was fun!"

Her brothers shook their heads at her in equal parts amusement and concern, and then walked away with Joffrey to continue their kite-flying adventures. They wanted to give her a moment alone with Aemond, because judging by the tense look on his face, they definitely did not want to be there when he said whatever was on his mind.

"What the hell is wrong with you! Why would you do that?" he chastised when they had left.

"I knew you were there. It's no big deal."

"No Daenys it is a big deal. What if you had gotten hurt? What if I was in the wrong position and I missed you? What if I wasn't able to catch you properly? You could have died, or gotten very hurt!" his arms tightened around her, still princess carrying her.

"It's called a trust fall for a reason Aemond. I knew you were there and I trusted you to catch me."

"Yes but still..."

"I'm sorry for worrying you ok," Daenys wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss his forehead, smoothing away the furrow of anguish there.

"You have splinters in your hands. We need to get them cleaned up and bandaged."

Daenys laughed, "Splinters are no big deal. A natural part of climbing a tree."

"Your brother was right. You really are a monkey."

"Oh wow, you're agreeing with my brothers now. What a miraculous day it is."

"Well, they were right on this. You are a wild untamed monkey."

"Yes, but whatever I am, I'm your problem now. You wanted to marry me and now you can't get rid of me."

Aemond's breath hitched and he closed his eyes for a moment.

"Say it again. Please," he whispered, kissing her cheek tenderly and leaning his forehead against hers.

"Say what?"

"Say that you're mine."

"I am yours."

"As I am yours." 

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[honeymoonfemme]

Part III - To Slay a Dragon || Catradora

ao3 link to come when entire work is posted

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Rated M

Tags: alternative universe - magical kingdom, angst, fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, getting together, happy ending, kissing, mild violence, ooc Micah, Adora is a knight, Scorpia is a dragon

Once upon a time in the far away kingdom of Bright Moon, a brave knight is given a quest: to rescue a maiden and slay a dragon. But how can Adora rescue someone who doesn't want to be saved?

857 words

Bow insisted on being in front, claiming he wanted to try out a new navigational tool he’d invented. The tool looked like an ordinary compass to Adora, but she didn’t press the issue. She was happy to take up the rear so she could protect the group if needed. 

Glimmer was in the middle, constantly jabbering about interesting plants she spotted, life as a Princess in Bright Moon, how unfair her parents were. Her voice was gradually drilling a hole through Adora’s skull. If the dragon didn’t kill her, the talking would.

The Woods grew darker and colder as the trio went deeper into them. Adora’s metal armour sapped the heat from her skin, making her shiver. She had no idea where they were or if they were even heading in the right direction, but Bow didn’t seem concerned. She had no real choice but to trust him. Occasionally, a rustling of leaves or a cawing bird would make her hand go to her sword, but the sounds would never amount to anything. They’re just woodland creatures, she told herself. Nothing to be afraid of. 

“What do you two know about the dragon?” Adora interrupted Glimmer’s story about her aunt Casta. The dragon was something to be afraid of, and she knew next to nothing about it. Fiery breath, razor-sharp teeth, wings as big as sails. All standard dragon features. What about its weaknesses? Did dragons even have a weakness?

“Imagine a beast a hundred feet tall,” Glimmer said.

“I heard it was only sixty.”

“It can breathe fire,” said Bow.

“I think all dragons do.”

“Well what do you want to know?” Glimmer walked beneath a low-hanging bough that Adora had to duck under.

“Does it have a history of kidnapping young maidens? What’s its, um, personality like?”

Bow stopped in his tracks. “Its personality? It’s a dragon, it doesn’t have a personality.”

“Are you sure? Have you read up on this particular dragon?”

“Well, no,” Bow admitted. “There wasn’t much about dragons in my dads’ library. And I don’t think this dragon has been sighted before in Bright Moon.”

“So we have nothing.”

“You have your sword,” Glimmer said. “That’s not nothing.”

“Mm.”

“You’re not backing out now, are you? I thought knights were meant to be brave.”

“We are brave.” Adora didn’t like that her valour was being questioned. “You know what? Forget it.”

They continued their walk in silence. Once or twice, Glimmer opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it and closed it. The monotony of their trudge through the forest was starting to get to Adora, but it was better than being attacked by a bloodthirsty monster.

“Ah! What is this stuff?” Bow thrashed around, trying to get out of the sticky web he was caught in. Adora sliced through it with her sword, freeing him. All around, the trees, bushes, logs and rocks were blanketed in massive spider’s webs.

“What kind of spider did this?” Glimmer grabbed Bow’s hand and pulled him in close. 

Adora wasn’t sure she wanted to know. “Stay close and watch your step.” With her sword raised, she ushered her companions forward. Small, black spiders were nestled in the webs, their many legs working to spin more silk. The sight of them made her skin crawl. 

“Guys, I think we’re okay,” Bow said. “I can’t see any more webs up ahead.”

That was when the mother spider dropped from above.

Bow and Glimmer screamed and lurched backwards. This spider was as large as a horse, with eight glowing red eyes that were all looking at Bow. She clicked her pincers angrily.

“I don’t think she likes me!”

The spider raised her front legs and lunged at Bow, who rolled sideways to narrowly avoid being hit. Her red eyes flashed and she clicked her disapproval. Bow huddled behind a tree as the spider continued to advance while spitting bright green venom at him. 

Something small hit the spider, distracting her from Bow. Adora watched in horror as Glimmer took off her other shoe and threw it. “Hey! Over here!”

“Glimmer,” Adora hissed. Now barefoot, Glimmer climbed onto a rock and waved her arms. The spider left Bow, its hairy legs scuttling towards its new irritation. Adora’s training kicked in and she charged at the spider. She blocked a stream of venom with her shield and swung her sword in a wide arc. Eight legs were severed in one fell sweep. The spider’s body fell to the ground. Adora raised her sword with two hands and brought it down into the spider’s head. It quivered and shuddered for a moment, before going still. 

A mixture of thick blood and venom leaked out of the fatal wound. Adora breathed heavily; this was her first ever real kill. The Princess had been in danger and she’d protected her. She’d done her duty as a knight.

“Adora.” Glimmer shook her arm. “Come on, we have to keep going.”

Adora didn’t move. She stared at the spider’s lifeless body. “I killed it.”

“Yes, and we’re grateful you did,” Glimmer said, gentler this time. “But we really need to go.”

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[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO NEFE COSMIA, CHILCHUCK TIMS. 🌓

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: bram age: 26 pronouns: he/it ooc contact: maxillaries @ twitter other characters in xc: the narrator, prince avaritia mammon mmd, winry merchfyw, fangs bared in a smile, an endlessly extending wound: the titan's son

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: chilchuck tims age: 29 yrs old pronouns: he/him series: dungeon meshi canon point: chapter 97 app triggers: n / a

PERSONALITY: 

it’s not that chilchuck is an asshole.

okay. chilchuck is kind of an asshole. but it honestly is for good reason; he’s no longer a plucky new adventurer, wet behind the ears. he’s been taken advantage of, time and time again, and it’s cost him a fair amount. chilchuck is an asshole because, if he’s not, he’ll be dead instead.

he’s sharp, both of mind and tongue. his time on the island has forced him to be keen-eyed, quick-thinking — and his time with exploitative ex-party members has taught him to strike first, and strike hard. chilchuck’s tendency towards crassness and scathing remarks doesn’t stem from a lack of social awareness, but instead from the exact opposite. he’s intensely good at reading people, he knows when someone is lying, when they’re condescending him, when they don’t intend to follow up on their promises.

and his shrewd nature leads him to a certain type of cynicism, one where he almost doesn’t believe anyone could defy his defeatist expectations.

in his mind, most people will readily step on and discard him when given the chance. knowing that, he can’t bring himself to trust easily; he’s passive and avoidant, ducking awkwardly away from personal connections and neglecting to address certain problems — yet, he’s also assertive and brash in cementing himself as someone to be taken seriously. he walks a precarious path, juggling the matters of efficiency, his responsibilities, and his own safety as best he can.

it’s a tough balancing act. he’s trying to get better at it, one way or another.

something your muse struggles with: taking initiative in his relationships, maintaining his physical health, viewing others in good faith

your muse’s greatest strength: his attention to detail, his vigilance and self-preservation instinct, his willingness to compromise when needed

HISTORY/BACKGROUND:

as far as most things go, chilchuck’s story isn’t outstandingly complex or strange. not initially, at least; there isn’t much to say about his life before leaving home, nor even much to say about his life until recent years. he was raised as the middle-most of five siblings, as is rather typical of half-foots. he fell in love with his childhood friend, became a father of two, and got married. he and his wife moved away from their hometown only a short year after, and that was that.

until it wasn’t. chilchuck was a far more naive person then, compared to the man he is now. the sudden reality of being new parents in a new location was a heavy weight on their shoulders, and it meant that finances would be a pressing concern before long. it only took a few years, before he’d begin working less-than-ideal jobs to make ends meet. and, well, the pay for dungeon-delving was too promising to pass up, despite the dirty work.

he starts with dungeons that are nearby. he visits home often. he’s tired, but they’re afloat, and their daughters are happy. they even have a third! and then the dungeons nearby are scraped clean, or sealed up, so he naturally has to move further – where there are less familiar faces, and more people taking advantage of friendly newbies. he comes home less often. then he has to go even further, until he hardly comes home at all.

it’s eleven years after their marriage, and chilchuck has set up shop on a small island, miles away, to work in a promising-seeming dungeon. yet another year later, on one of his increasingly rare visits, he’s startled to see his wife has left without a word. she never sends a letter explaining why she left. he never sends one to ask. he’s never had the heart to reach for other people first, and she clearly wants space. right?

..well. he throws himself into work. there’s money to be made below-ground, and there are a lot of half-foots that depend on his guild for support. he forces himself not to think about it too hard. he finds other things to do. eventually, he parties up with a few doltish tall-men, an elf, and a dwarf that he honestly rather likes. it seems simple enough. it is simple enough, for a while.

but then the dragon descends, and all hell breaks loose.

and somehow keeps breaking loose, over and over.

and, for some reason, he sticks through it all.

(it’s because he cares, despite himself.)

POWERS/ABILITIES: 

n / a

INHERENT ABILITIES:

heightened hearing. as a half-foot, chilchuck possesses hearing far better than most other human races’. he’s able to catch subtle sounds with ease, even through thick stone walls.

items / weapons:

bow and quiver. a thin bow, equipped with arrows to match. it doesn’t pack much of a punch. 

throwing knives. several light-weight blades for ranged combat. they can be used for melee in a pinch, though they aren’t meant for it.

locksmith’s tools. a well-maintained set of utensils for picking locks, disarming traps, searching for traps, and so on.

starting ability: n / a

starting item: locksmith’s tools

extra: returning to my lame dad muse roots

discord id: locksmithing

passcode: chocolate orange

#xc application #mun: bram #nefe cosmia

[spidermandni]

i think of you every-daisy.

summary NOT PROOF READ 🙄 luke castellan the office au because i just started watching it a few weeks ago. also would you really count this as cheating…? reader technically didn’t flirt back. i’ve only read tlf to ttc so this might be ooc? mention of reader wearing heels. also small thalia appearances! also no use of Y/N! HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY <3 part two is up!!

genre fluff, coworkers to lovers

pairing luke castellan x reader

wc 897

“never?!” thalia exclaims. heads turn to see what surprised her and you duck your head behind your receptionist desk to hide from the stares.

“thalia.” you groan at her outburst, “it’s not that big of a deal.”

“the hell it’s not! you’ve been dating that prick—“

“thalia!”

“—for three years. almost four years and he’s never gotten you a gift for valentine’s day?” she grunts out with furrowed eyebrows. “you deserve better than that and you know it.”

“he said he doesn’t like to celebrate valentine’s day.” you admit meekly, still not meeting her eyes. thalia runs one hand over her face before grabbing you by your shoulders and shaking you lightly.

“i don’t know what i have to do, but this is your last year with that loser.” she says before turning to walk back to her desk area, “TRUST!” you shake your head before turning back to your computer, paying no attention to your surroundings and how a specific salesman near you had been eavesdropping (could you really call it eavesdropping when thalia was almost shouting every single word she said?) on the conversation.

after a few minutes, you look up and just glance around the office, meeting the dazed eyes of a curly haired brunet. you smile and give him a small, kind wave. when luke realizes you’re looking at him, he blinks a few times before reciprocating the actions. your focus is back on your computer and the company phone sitting on your desk until the end of the day.

your purse is on your arm and you slightly trudge in your heels as you make your way towards the elevator, rubbing your eyes sleepily. when you open them, you look up to notice luke standing in the elevator and holding the door open to give you time to step inside. you jump before quickening your pace.

“oh my gosh! i am so sorry, i did not realize you were waiting on me.” you awkwardly chuckle, scratching your forearm nervously as you look up at him.

“no, no, it’s fine. i didn’t mind.” he smiles sheepishly, rubbing the nape of his neck just as awkwardly. a few moments pass before the elevator finally reaches the home floor and you both step out. you begin to walk to your car when luke calls out to you.

“yes?”

“um… happy early valentine’s day.” he walks up to you and opens his hand. in it is your favorite candy bar from the vending machine at your office that is usually the only one of its kind in there. you would have a daily race with one of your coworkers, kara, over who could get the treat the fastest and due to feeling a bit down over the past few days because of the quickly approaching holiday, you hadn’t felt like having it.

“you… for me?” you look up to him in disbelief. he nods, smiling at you again, but this time, it’s more relaxed. you didn’t realize anybody else had noticed you and kara’s playful rivalry, and you hadn’t expected anybody but her to notice how much you loved that specific sweet—hell, your boyfriend didn’t even know that was your favorite candy. “thank you so much, i didn’t know—i don’t have anything for you.” you pick it up from his hand, staring at it in awe before focusing the look onto him. he immediately waves his hands at your words like he was swatting them away.

“there’s no need, i just—you seemed kinda down.” luke nods before the shyness fills him again and he coughs. “good night.” he turns and walks towards his car, your eyes stay on his back until you finally come to your senses.

“thank you. happy valentine’s day, luke!” you shout and you can hear the smile in your voice while you try to hold the grin back from filling your face. you get into your car and wait until his car drives off before beginning to giggle like a school girl and playfully punching your steering wheel, avoiding the horn.

thalia is by your side as you walk into the office, listening to her ramble about a new band that she had been listening to for the past week after randomly hearing one of their songs on the radio. you’re staring at your feet as you walk in your heels, barely paying attention to where you’re going and almost tripping and falling to the floor when thalia calls your name.

“yes?”

“there are flowers on your desk! did you finally talk to your boyfriend?” she smiles and you whip your head away from her to the bouquet of your favorite flowers resting near the opening to your desk.

“no…” you drop your purse into your chair before quickly searching for and grabbing a card that was nestled into the flowers, opening it.

happy (actual) valentine’s day with a heart drawn next to it.

you take note of the words in the parentheses before looking up and scouring over all the people—searching for specific dreamy brown eyes—and he’s there. his face is already rosy red all over.

luke’s eyes widen before they drop back to the folder he had previously been going over.

“no way.”

you turn to see thalia with a wide grin on her face and you feel your own face becoming warm.

“shut up!”

#౨ৎ cici is typing! #i might make this a small lil series idk #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #luke castellan #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x woc!reader #luke castellan x poc!reader #pjo series #pjo #pjo imagine #pjo x reader #x black reader #luke castellan x black reader

[reflectionbound]

mun info.

I’m only really making this post to fill the empty link slot I have on my blog, but it’s been bothering me... Idk if anyone’s interested in me or not, but here you go.

Hello, everyone! My name is Madi, and I’m a professional meme. Technically, I’m an ecologist but I am a meme too. That being said, I’m super easygoing and always happy to chat. Hit me up if you ever wanna talk series, characters, or animals. I’m good for fun animals facts, telling you to get the sleep you’re probably lacking, and angsty headcanons.

Name: Madi / Sage (didn’t vibe with the pen name thing but I don’t mind if you use it) Pronouns: Any pronouns Age: 25 Timezone: EST Tumblr Experience: 9+ years

Less Important Info MBTI: INTJ Zodiac: Virgo Color: Blue Current Pets: 3 cats and a plethora of reptiles Country: USA Music: Marianas Trench, Jaymes Young, Hayley Kiyoko

You might know me from other fandoms. I’ve been around a lot of them (all on tumblr at some point or another).

#& never trust a duck ( ooc )

[thefanficmonster]

Few Too Many

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, In-game violence and death, Suggestive comments

Genre: Protective fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous thing, especially when the jealous person is armed with a gun....in a game of Counter Strike. At least Y/N’s friend will now know not to mess around and flirt with her, especially not with Corpse around.

Requested by 🐐 Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request but here it finally is! I didn’t want to make it IRL violence to avoid triggering anyone while I also felt it’d be very ooc for Corpse to beat someone up but I still hope you enjoy the fic if you come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey everyone!“ Y/N greets her squad as they all customize their characters while I sit there, observing and unknowing of what I’m supposed to do. “I invited Corpse to play with us today, hope y’all don’t mind.”

“Of course not! Nice to finally meet you, Corpse. We’ve heard a ton about you from Y/N, thanks for making our girl the happiest she’s ever been.“ One of her friends says, the tone of his voice suggesting he’s only half-joking with the dad like comment he made.

“Nice to meet you too, man. Glad I’m the one she gave the chance of making her happy. That’s all I ever wanna do.“ Though it may sound cheesy, as guys, her friends can probably read into how genuinely I mean what I’ve said.

Dating a girl with only guy friends has it’s pros and cons. Which outweigh which is still up for debate since I’m still researching, but so far so good in my opinion. This is the first time I’m interacting with them directly so I’ve still got a long way to go in terms of getting to know them and the details of their relationship with Y/N better. Regardless, I at least know they can easily understand me and put themselves in my shoes if I ever ‘mess things up’ with Y/N and she goes to complain to them - something that will most likely never happen. I’d never dare make this girl upset. Chances are, if I do, her friends won’t get to me on time - I would deliver my own punishment just the way I think I deserve it. However, there’s also the chance of them getting super protective of her and ganging up on me over something as small as a fight. By the many things and stories Y/N’s shared with me about them, I believe they wouldn’t think twice about kicking someone’s ass for her. They’re not massive dudes - I’ve seen pictures of them - but I for one don’t ever wanna see em angry.

“Ay bro, what’d you do to score our best girl? You must know what she likes. If so please, by all means, do tell.“ One of them, not the one who was previously talking, speaks up, his words making me furrow my brows in both confusion and irritation.

I open my mouth to complain as I slowly start cracking my knuckles when Y/N and her friends beat me to it. Thing is, Y/N’s friend group consists of three guys and her and yet four voices scolded the guy that made that suggestive comment. That being said, this guy probably isn’t considered to be one of her friends, at least not one that’s a permanent part of her friend group.

“Seth, cut it out!“ The guy I was previously speaking to says sharply before softening his tone to refer to me, “Sorry about my brother, excuse his lack of brain cells, please.“

Just then, I also receive a message from someone. Checking my phone, turns out it’s Y/N who by the way is currently in the living room while I’m in the recording room. Her text reads:

Y/N ~ Ignore Seth. I told Leo to not invite him but he’s still here somehow

I send her back a quick reassuring text before answering the guy I now know is named Leo, “No worries, it’s fine.”

“See? The guy can take a joke, you’re all just freaking out over nothing!“ Seth laughs, reminding me and the others of how loud he is compared to us.

Despite acting like it’s no big deal, I can’t help but admit to myself that this behavior of Seth’s has awoken a deeply buried suspicion of mine that’s not only mine but also arises in every guy whose girlfriend hangs out with a lot of guys. It’s not that I don’t trust Y/N - she could literally blindfold me and tell me to walk through a pool of lava, promising it wouldn’t hurt and I’d do it - but we all know about that saying that every guy in a group with one girl has liked said girl at least once.

Disturbing to think these four, including Seth five, dudes could’ve possibly been my competition at some point. It’s nice that they’re all super chill about it, mostly cause some of them have girlfriends as I was told.

Nevertheless, we get over that hiccup and carry on with the small talk and preparations for the game. Since it’s my first time playing CSGO, Y/N, Leo and her other friend Clancy explain the mechanics to me in detail to avoid me getting confused mid-game and getting myself killed. When they finish, we start the round and wait for the game’s algorithm to separate us into two teams which Y/N jokingly refers to as cops and robbers. Unfortunately, the end result of that separation ends up being me getting put in the terrorists’ force with Leo and Clancy while Y/N’s with the FBI, partnered with Seth and her other friend Evan.

“Alright, team, we shall now disperse. Corpse, remember, if you see more than one of them, radio in and lay low, we’ll be with you as soon as possible.“ Leo informs me as he runs off in one direction, Clancy going in the opposite. I confirm I understand and go along my way too, heading for this ancient looking structure that looks like it could belong in an old-timey movie. 

Walking in, I realize the place is way bigger than it appeared on the outside. A quick look up confirms that there are three fucking floors above, not to mention that the ground floor is huge. Luckily, there are many crates and barrels to hide behind if I come across an FBI agent. I sure as hell hope it’s Y/N, I could maybe even try talking her into giving me a second chance at life and pretend she never saw me. Come to think of it though, I’d probably prefer getting killed by her rather than her friends - especially Seth.

Given that we’re in a Discord call, I can hear all the conversation going on. They are all quiet though, I can just periodically hear the mumbles of someone muttering to themselves as they navigate the map cautiously out of fear of running into their opponent unprepared. The silence is put to an end though when Seth speaks up, addressing Y/N.

“Yo, your boyfriend’s with the terrorists, ain’t he? That’s like the universe giving you a sign that y’all shouldn’t be together.“ The fucker laughs at his own joke while I can literally hear Y/N rolling her eyes.

“Have you heard of Romeo and Juliet, Seth?“ She asks sarcastically, almost getting a chuckle out of me but I suppress it to avoid getting caught listening in.

“Yeah, they both die at the end. Fucking boooriiinngg.“ Just then, I spot two silhouettes entering the building. Aiming my gun at them reveals their names - just the people I’m currently involuntarily eavesdropping on. Seth and Y/N don’t notice me though so I quickly duck behind a crate and prepare to radio in when Seth continues verbally torturing Y/N and dancing on my last nerves, “I personally think the friends-to-lovers trope is far more interesting...“

Did this guy just- no, he’s gotta be fucking kidding me

I’m left with my jaw hanging in disbelief at this guy’s audacity. I have no doubt Y/N’s about to put him in his place herself but I just gotta have my own chat with this guy. And by ‘chat’ I mean I mindlessly rush out from behind the crate towards where I saw him and Y/N and open fire on him.  I hear his startled and upset screams with Y/N’s laughter in the background. She doesn’t try to stop me as a teammate of his should and would, instead she just observes the scene unfold, laughing her ass off.

“Yo man what the fuck was that for?!“ I hear Seth’s yell but only faintly since the sound of gunshots is still echoing through my headphones. Yeah, I’m not done shooting this fucker.

“Corpse...Corpse, buddy...“ Y/N manages through fits of laughter she cannot tame, “That’s a few too many bullets, he’s already dead.”

“And that was a few too many comments for him to be let off the hook.” I answer as sharply as I can with the new-formed smile on my face. What can I say, her happiness is contagious.

“Well, you got your first kill in CSGO. Good job, babe! I’m super proud of you!” She cheers for me, clapping her hands excitedly. 

“Nah that was my first overkill.“ I quickly add, with a more threatening tone: “And it won’t be my last.”

“Let’s just hope there aren’t few too many of these overkills either.“ She snickers.

“That doesn’t depend on me, babe.“ I say smugly, suggestively enough for Seth to pick up the dropped hint. Mother fucker’s officially been put in his place and I couldn’t possibly be happier - with the added bonus of getting a ton of laughter out of Y/N who also decides to walk away, leaving me unharmed but promising to shoot to kill next time she sees me.

I’m ok with that. She could kill me anyday.

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[dr3amofagame]

Dream tried to stop Wil from creating L'Manburg, Phil tried to stop him from blowing it up, BOTH value people over items and builds, Phil has said that they're replaceable but people aren't, Dream traded spirit for his best friends fishes (we kno he's not someone to talk abt feelings:[) BOTH were kind and selfless but used by almost if not everyone, BOTH were ready to be THE VILLAINS if it meant everyone else could live better after. ONE of them always had someone there, ONE didn't. Intentional?

aaaa sorry for the really inconsistent posts ,, im gonna try to post a little more in the next few days. i have a few things written up, so look out for them? maybe? for now, have this *gestures vaguely* thing ,, it’s kinda a mess but *shrug*

phil is such a fun character, anon, especially for all the reasons that you mentioned in the ask!! he’s a really fun character with a lot of complexities that go (sadly) overlooked by a large portion of the fandom, but he’s super cool even tho i havent analyzed him too much. hope you enjoy (and i hope my interpretation of c!phil isnt too ooc lmao) 

tw: mentioned blood, injury, implied torture/abuse, starvation, trauma, mentioned death, prison arc/pandora’s vault

When Techno first brings Dream back from the prison, Phil doesn’t quite know what to think.

“I don’t trust him either,” Techno assures him, but there’s a flickering anger in the backs of his eyes, one that had emerged ever since he came back from the prison with the other man in his arms, and Phil knows his friend well enough to know that the words are empty in the face of the piglin hybrid’s particular brand of to-the-death loyalty. He shakes his head in reply, refusing to voice his thoughts for Techno’s sake, at least, but the look that the other slants at him suggests that he’s caught onto them all the same.

At first, the work is thankfully mindless; even if Phil has reservations on the man that Techno has more or less dumped into his house, he would hardly wish the clear suffering he’s been through on anyone. The first few days pass in a flurry of brewing potions, wrapping and rewrapping dressings, stitching up cuts and setting broken bones straight. The damage is extensive; Phil has to take more than a few breaks to just leave the house and breathe - he’s far from a stranger to blood and carnage, had received the title of ‘Angel of Death’ for a reason, but even he had never been particularly familiar with this form of cruelty. Torture was a level of violence that extended beyond what even he was willing to bestow - his hands may have caused many deaths, and the weight of each one would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life, but even those had the mercy of being a quick end. The wounds and scars that ripple over Dream’s skin, thin and stretched tightly over his bones with little muscle and fat left to cushion them, speak of horrors that were anything but merciful.

“I didn’t know they were capable of all of this,” Techno says, once, as they huddle of Dream, wringing towels in cold water to wipe his feverish skin. Techno’s hand reaches for the ribboning gold-filled scars that remain from the execution - carefully, Phil raises his hand to let his fingertips brush over them as well. “I mean, I knew he was dangerous and all, but-”

“I know, mate,” Phil looks back at Dream’s face, tight even in unconsciousness, at the darkened, hand-shaped bruises that remain around his throat, at the scar that runs over his left eye, clearly meant to mirror the same one that makes its way down the duck hybrid’s own face. “You said that Quackity and Sam were working together?”

“Yeah,” Techno’s expression darkens, eyes focused somewhere on the wall, seemingly very far away. He said that nothing happened to him in the prison, and he seemed relatively unharmed when Phil activated the stasis chamber, but ever since he came back, sometimes he’ll have moments, and Phil can’t help but - wonder. “Quackity does the dirty work, Sam gives him the way in and out, probably also the tools to do it. It’s-” he huffs a short, self-recriminating laugh. “It’s bad, Phil.”

“Mate-”

Techno shoots him a look, and Phil cringes, knowing already that he’d used the wrong tone. Even with the execution, Techno had been adamant to hide all traces of his own terror and fear away from him, masking it all with fury for Phil’s own sake. He knows, just from the way his old friend looks at the ribboning scars that remain sometimes, that he is far from as over the whole ordeal as he acts, but Techno never wants to talk and Phil never knows the right time to ask and they smooth it all behind plans and explosions and hope that the TNT can blow apart the trauma, too. He’s got a sneaking suspicion that the same thing is going to happen, here.

“As soon as we can,” Techno starts again, pointedly shifting his eyes away from Phil’s face, “we’re calling a Syndicate meeting to figure out what we’re going to do about the prison. Like- come on, man, you couldn’t make a more transparent abuse of institutional power if you tried, really-” he looks over, uncharacteristic uncertainty warring over his features. “If you think that’s good, I mean-“

“Of course, mate.” Phil’s voice softens. “Whenever you’re ready.”

‘Whenever he’s ready,’ as it turns out, is easier said than done, becoming even more evident when their charge wakes up from his days long spell of unconsciousness. The worst of his injuries have, under their careful care and the benefit of many potions, healed enough to no longer directly threaten his life, but the vast majority have quite some time to go before being healed completely. Being as the goal was torture and not death, most of his injuries weren’t made to be life-threatening, but rather to cause as much pain as possible - from the grimace that twists Dream’s face when he struggles to force himself awake, they’re doing their jobs.

“Hey, mate, slow down,” Phil murmurs, pressing the man down by his shoulder when Dream weakly tries to push himself up and off the bed, and his struggling only lasts for a few more minutes before he gives up and slumps against his pillow, eyes cracking open and seeming surprisingly lucid.

“Where-“ his voice is wrecked, and Phil reaches for the glass of water at the bedside as Dream coughs. “Where am I?”

“You’re at Techno’s house,” Dream’s eyes widen and then slip closed as he processes the information, a wrinkle forming between his eyebrows as they knit together. “We broke you out, after Techno escaped with a stasis chamber with your book. Do you remember?”

Dream gnaws on his bottom lip. “Um- yeah. I think.” His head turns as his eyes crack open again- “Techno-“

“He’s out, right now. He’ll be back in a bit.”

“Oh.” Dream falls back into the bed, strength seemingly sapped from the short conversation. His breathing stutters, then steadies. “Okay.”

Recovery is slow. Phil doesn’t actually find himself seeing the man very often; now that he doesn’t need around-the-clock care anymore, he’s moved back into his own house, letting Techno do most of the work when it comes to rehabilitating the escaped convict crashing at his house. As he begins to spend more of his time awake and aware, he brings a whole slew of new problems; Phil catches him screaming one day, blurting harsh, angry words as Techno reads, unbothered from the other side of the room, and he stops in his tracks standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“Um-“ he winces when Dream curses, smashes something against the floor, and then curls into himself at the sound. Techno doesn’t even flinch. “Am I interrupting something?”

Dream stomps away, face flushed, arms wrapped around himself. Techno raises an eyebrow.

“You lookin’ for something, Phil?” he asks, and the unpleasant knot in Phil’s chest refuses to unwind.

The episodes, unfortunately, don’t seem to get much better. Though he’s rarely outright violent, Dream looks constantly murderous, usually muttering underneath his breath about something or another while he stalks the grounds of Techno’s house. It’s not too long before Techno sends him out to work around the house instead of just moping within the cottage, which also means that Phil sees him a lot more - tending to a small farm behind the house, feeding the dogs, hacking away at mobs, and usually complaining the entire time. It’s unnerving, even as injured and unarmored as the man is, to see him walking around like this; despite his rather pathetic appearance, swamped in sweaters that dwarf him thoroughly and thin enough to look like the slightest breeze will knock him over, his eyes are flinty and intelligent and bubble with promises of revenge.

“FUCK!” Phil turns to see him slamming a shovel into the snow, stomping away into the woods, and his hands tighten around his cup of tea. Next to him, Techno shrugs.

“Nerd’s got a few issues,” he drawls, and Phil laughs shortly.

“That seems like an understatement.”

“He’ll ease up in time,” Techno sounds surprisingly confident, completely content despite the muffled curses that come from the woods next to them. He’s probably used to it, with Chat and all, but Phil can’t quite seem to find the same calm.

“I just don’t know, mate,” Phil shakes his head. “You sure having him around is the best idea? He doesn’t seem...stable.”

Techno looks up at him over the rim of his cup of coffee. His head tilts, considering, but there’s a small smile on his face that tells Phil that Techno, inexplicably, doesn’t share the same sentiments. There was always a part of him that was, for the lack of a better word, softer than the rest of the server for his self-proclaimed rival, a sort of understanding that Phil could hardly hope (nor would really want to) understand.

“Don’t worry, Phil, if he tries anything I can always just tie him up in the attic or something,” Phil huffs a small laugh, amused, and nods to concede the point. “And- well, call it intuition. You could really try talkin’ to him, you know. He reminds me of you, sometimes.”

The words stick in his head despite his best efforts, rattling in his skull when he tries to sleep, lingering when he catches glimpses of the green-clothed man stalking around their properties. He can’t imagine what would’ve prompted his old friend to make the comparison, can’t think of a single thing (besides their affinity for the color green) that would mark him as similar to the - from what he’s heard - deranged menace with a particular penchant for destruction (not that his rants and fits of anger are doing anything to correct that impression). Even so, Techno had sounded so sure when he’d made the comparison, the words offhand like he’d thought them a million times before, like it was a simple observation that held no more weight than commenting on the color of the sky. Phil watches as Dream lugs a pile of logs behind him, huffing at one of Techno’s dogs that comes to chase and nip at his feet and grumbling loudly before faceplanting into the snow. He just...can’t see it.

Days later, Wilbur comes to visit, a grin on his lips as he dramatically recounts his newest exploit: a nation by Las Nevadas, a supposed safe haven away from the glitter and glory of Quackity’s city; it sounds brilliant, it sounds lovely, and more than anything it sounds stupid, and Phil tells him as such immediately.

“You’re being reckless,” he rants at his son, wings flaring outwards and only barely noticing Dream watching from the corner of his eye, “What are you doing- picking fights with Quackity? Starting another nation- didn’t you see what happened to the first two you made? You’re going to get yourself killed, Wil!”

“Well, I’ve already seen what’s on the other side of death, and it’s really not that bad-“

“You’re my son!” The words are angrier than Phil would’ve liked, and he knows that he looks ridiculous and overbearing, criticizing the actions of his fully grown son, but all he can see is Wilbur’s face, slack with pain and grief, stained with ash and soot as his eyes flutter to half-mast in the midst of the rubble of a country he loved and destroyed and destroyed him in turn. “I can’t lose you again, Wil!”

Wilbur doesn’t quite storm out, but it’s a near thing, leaving with a clipped goodbye and leaving Phil seething on his doorstep. He spends the rest of the night pacing around the house in a sort of mad frenzy, wings stretching and folding over and over. Not for the first time, he longs for the sky, to feel the air through his wings and let the world fall into pinpricks below him; it’s this that leads him to the roof of his house, staring stubbornly at the clouds as the sun sinks down to the horizon.

“Hey.”

Phil startles; there, down below him, is Dream. He rocks back on his heels, seeming awkward, before clambering up the wall (Phil rolls his eyes at the ease with which he scales it, the feeling in his chest almost fond) and settling himself on the shingles at Phil’s side.

“Hey, mate,” Phil shakes his head. The fondness leaves, and the irritation that had risen at Wilbur’s words, earlier, comes back full-force. “Sorry- Wil came to visit, we talked. I just needed some time to think.”

Dream hums in acknowledgement, and they fall into a comfortable silence, watching as the sun dipping down past the mountains in the distance.

“You know,” Dream starts, sudden, “I told him the same thing.” He looks up at Phil, eyes faraway with old memories. “Wilbur, I mean. When he made L’manburg- I told him he was being reckless.” He shrugs. “I guess he never listened.”

Phil pauses, Techno’s words ringing in his ears. He reminds me of you, sometimes.

Dream looks surprisingly normal up close - face no longer reddened with fever or pale from blood loss, even the scars fail to really take from the boyishness of his face. He bites his lips, eyes falling away at Phil’s scrutiny, golden blond hair flopping over his forehead, newly trimmed to be something a little closer to his old length, at least in the front, the back pulled into a small ponytail. He’s young, and shockingly awkward, teeth worrying his lip, hands fiddling with each other, shifting his weight from one foot to the other several times a minute. He looks like a kid.

“He never does,” Phil lets himself smile, watches as Dream smiles back, almost like they’re sharing a joke. He wonders how well he really knows the man behind the mask. “Want to come in for some tea?”

Dream smiles wider, and something old and worn in Phils chest, knocked loose ever since he felt his son fall limp in his arms with his own sword shoved between his ribs, falls back into place.

“That would be great,” Dream replies, the words almost hopeful, and they go inside.

#tw trauma #tw death #tw blood #tw injury #tw torture #tw abuse #tw starvation #prison arc #pandora's vault #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !! #-> my asks

[infernalrevenge]

Nerves to the Nines

Fandom: Resident Evil 8: Village

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Rating: T (for negative self-talk in some parts)

Summary: Reader is attending the Gathering of Lords with Alcina and is too nervous to even dress themself properly. Luckily, their lover is here to save the day.

Notes: I have no idea if Alcina may be OOC here, just know that I love the thought of very powerful and intimidating people being soft and protective only for those they love, and that's partly what spawned this thing. That, and the idea of how intimate it is to have your significant other help you get dressed for an important event (that I completely made up for the sake of this fic.)

Also thank you so much for 50 followers :D May not be a big number, but it's more than I expected when I started writing here a few months ago haha

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Two hours to go before the Gathering of Lords.

You went through the mental checklist as you assessed yourself in the mirror. Hair done, make-up done, clothes... well, most of them were on.

You wanted to dress to impress, but not stand out either. A black button up rested on your frame and loose wide-legged pants to match, where your cream-colored shoes peeked out from the bottom. The burgundy blazer you were going to wear over it was hung in front of your closet, and the white rose you would pin onto the lapel sat on the vanity.

It was meant to be an inverse of Alcina's usual attire. She was going to bring a burgundy shawl as well to complement the outfit. Daniela said it would look cute.

But right now, the idea of wearing an extra layer was unwanted. You were too warm right now, and the last thing you wanted was to sweat through your clothes. Everything had to be perfect -- you had to be perfect, lest you sully the "good name of House Dimitrescu" in front of your lover's siblings, and Mother Miranda.

You knew how important tonight was to Alcina, and she wanted you to be a part of it all. She was looking forward to it as much as you and the girls were; when Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela were told they could come, they immediately squealed and started chattering away with you about what they were going to do, what to wear, what you were going to wear, and seemed to already have everything planned in their heads. Their excitement rubbed off on you for the rest of the week, and the happy jitters only got more intense with every passing day.

But the closer the time got to leaving for the Gathering, the more those jitters made you feel like throwing up.

You sat in front of the mirror and idly fiddled with your unbuttoned sleeve cuff, feeling the nerves of tonight bundling up in your chest. One leg bounced under the table impatiently; you had to get the energy out somehow.

You want to go, you reminded yourself. You wanted to go. You still want to go... right? You had been looking forward to this all week, of course you want to go. Just pull yourself together. You took in a deep breath and clapped your hands together.

Wait, when did they get so sweaty? If you tried to shake anyone's hand, they'd be weirded out and disgusted. How can you get it to stop? This is so stupid, why are you worried about sweaty hands all of a sudden?! Control yourself, idiot! This was not the time to worry about such trivial matters, but why did it feel like your heart was about to burst out of your chest? It's going so fast, you started to wonder what it could be running from.

This was a mistake, you shouldn't go. You'll just embarrass yourself, and Alcina, and you can't handle that kind of pressure. The scrutiny you'll be under would be crushing, you could practically feel the air getting sucked out of you. This was a mistake, this was a mistake.

You undid the buttons on your shirt, ready to take it off. Just say you don't feel well, that's a good enough excuse. This was a mistake, this was a mistake--

"Y/N, are you alright?" You heard her voice in your room, and she had already ducked inside by the time you turned around. You sucked in a sharp breath.

I'm not feeling well, I think I should stay home.

The lie you had concocted got stuck in your throat as you looked up into her golden eyes, clearly concerned. You didn't want to worry her. You wanted to go. You did.

Instead, you swallowed it and tried to keep your voice steady, "Yeah, yes. I'm just, I'm having a bit of trouble with..."

You looked down at your fully opened shirt, gulping again. "I can't..." Why won't your hands stop shaking?

"What's wrong, my love?"

Alcina was standing at full height, and to any other person, having her look down at you like this might have felt condescending -- an effort to exert power and establish authority. But somehow, being under her shadow in what had felt like a bright room... it was comforting. Just to know she was there, physically. To know that she saw you as you were at the moment, trying to be brave.

"I'm just... nervous, that's all," you finally managed to admit, and it felt like a weight had just been lifted off your shoulders. You relaxed only a fraction though, remembering what the night was going to bring.

In about an hour and a half.

She sat down on your bed, her knees tucked in a bit considering its height. "Perhaps if we talk, you can settle your nerves." She presented the space in front of her, as if she knew you couldn't bring yourself to sit at the moment.

You started rolling the button on your cuff between your fingers, your arm close to your chest like you were trying to protect yourself. From what, you weren't sure.

"What are you nervous about?" she spoke softly, quite a contrast from the usual commanding tone she took on when she spoke to almost everyone else. "Are you worried about not looking right? Because I assure you, darling, you look wonderful -- you deserve nothing less than the best."

"No, I... well it was your idea for us to dress like this, so no, that's not... what I'm worried about." You looked up from under your lashes. Her eyes were still focused on you. You wanted to squirm, and your next words came out softer than you wanted them to.

"I just... don't wanna mess up."

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you." If you were any other person, she might have lost her temper at your mumbling. You almost flinched at the thought, but you knew she would never. Not with you.

"I-I don't want to mess up." You said a little louder as you folded your hands, one holding onto the other wrist. "You know, like, in front of your siblings, in front of... Mother Miranda... I'm afraid of embarrassing myself in front of them."

She frowned and leaned forward, "What could you possibly do that would embarrass me?"

You shrugged, wanting to shrink in on yourself. "I don't know, I might say something weird or do something that'll seem off, or just, I'm not sure. Something's probably gonna go wrong. Maybe even being myself is embarrassing enough," you joked.

"Darling, you are not embarrassing," she assured. You didn't know if she knew that you meant it as a joke, but she said it with such sincerity that it pulled some of that weight off you once more. It brought a small smile to your face.

"Do you not want to go anymore?" she asked worriedly, and you snapped your head up at that.

"No, I want to!" You answered so fast that Alcina seemed surprised but definitely not displeased

"I'm excited to go, I really am. I'm just not sure if I'm, like, ready to face the others. I wanna go, but I don't know, I can't explain it, I just don't want things to go badly because it'll reflect on you and your daughters and I know how much you want to be in Mother Miranda's favor so I--"

She took your wrist without a word, so gentle in her handling that you barely noticed it at first, and you trailed off. Her fingers fixed up your loosened cuff -- oh, right. Any more stubborn fiddling with it and you would've taken the button right off its threads. She did the same with the other cuff, a calm yet unreadable expression on her painted face.

When she finished, she gently smoothed your hair down, traced your jawline with a finger and tilted your chin up to look at her. "If you're worried about what everyone else would think, I understand. But you are my significant other, my lover. I trust that you'll be wonderful, so know that at least one person there believes in you."

It felt like you were really seeing her for the first time that night, looking so proud when she talked about you. She took the opportunity to fix the rest of your outfit, buttoning up your shirt once more, and kept talking to ease your mind.

"Don't ever doubt me, Y/N, because I've seen you at both your best and your worst, and your best is more than enough for tonight. If they can't see that, then it's their loss, not yours."

You could feel her words physically calming you, heartbeat steadying as you saw the loving gleam in her eyes.

The lady sauntered over to your closet, taking your blazer and handing it over to you. "Now, I believe you're missing a piece, my dear." You hadn't even noticed until then that she was already wearing her shawl. A gentle smile finally broke through your facade as you pulled it on in front of the mirror.

Alcina stood behind, laying her hands on your shoulders when you seemed satisfied. "A perfect match," she cooed, leaning down to face you, so close that you could feel her breath against the shell of your ear. "Wouldn't you say?" You could feel your heart racing again, but it wasn't from any nerves this time.

But before anything could be done about it, the moment was interrupted by multiple knocks on the door, followed by a loud thud. "Mother, Y/N, we're ready!" Bela called out from the other side, fussing over her sisters immediately afterwards. "May we come in?"

Alcina raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well? We shouldn't keep them waiting."

You felt loosened up for the first time that night, ready to face anything with Alcina by your side. You pinned the rose in place and took one last glance in the mirror. "We could always be fashionably late."

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #re8

[godofevrerything]

How Zutara Should’ve Happened (my take anyways, if Zuko still joined the Gaang in Season Three)

Alright, so I’m a Zutara shipper. Anyways, here’s my rant of the day.

So, if Zutara were to be cannon, let’s say that we wouldn’t change the cannon, other than that. Also full disclaimer, I don’t really like Kataang. It’s cute, and sweet, buuuut I think that they would be better off single or with other people. I personally ship Taang so much-

When I first watched it, I really wanted Katara to end up single. I thought that would be a fitting ending for her story. But hey, she didn’t, and that’s fine.

This is not an anti Kataang post, seriously. If you ship it, cool, I don’t, but everyone had different opinions. Just please don’t come to my inbox and yell at me.

Aight, under the cut bc it got long.

So, if we weren’t gonna change the cannon, Zuko still joins in season three and all. Katara and him would still have a rocky relationship at first, and for good reason, I mean wtf Zuko what happened at the CoTL?

Rant for another day

Anyways-

What I would think is that Katara couldn’t help but notice how Zuko is trying to gain their, and her trust. I mean, she’s pissed but still, she notices. It doesn’t make her forgive him or anything, and it shouldn’t, but she does see it.

Now, I’m thinking little moments. Like when he shoved her out of the way of the falling rocks? Yeah, she still snaps at him, but maybe after she’s a little less fiery. Just a bit.

And then after TSR, things start to change. Of course, we get the iconic hug, but!! I want another scene, when they’re coming back from the trip.

One thing that always bothers me when I read Zutara stuff is that writers rarely address Zukos betrayal in TCoTL. Like,,, maybe I haven’t read the right fanfics but c’mon guys.

I really think, no, I know that Katara and Zuko should address that. I really want a scene, when they’re coming back, while Katara is sorting out whether to forgive him or not, I want them to talk about it. And sorry if it’s OOC- But Like so:

Katara: Why did you do it?

Zuko: ...do what?

Katara: Why did you fight with Azula? I thought you changed, I thought you would’ve fought with us.

Zuko: I-

[ a moment of quiet]

Zuko: I thought about it, and I almost did-

Katara: [turns around to face him] Then why didn’t you? Why did you choose that?

Zuko: I wanted my honor. I wanted to go home, and I thought- I though that if I fought with her, I could get my honor back.

[Katara doesn’t answer.]

Zuko: But Im sorry. I am.

Katara, quietly: I thought you changed...

Zuko: I have, now, I mean.

Katara: Why was your honor so important to you anyways? And what do you mean by ‘wanted to go home’?

Zuko: I- I was banished. Until I found the Avatar, I couldn’t go back.

[Katara turns, studying him, then turns back around]

Katara: ...You couldn’t go back, ever?

Zuko: No.

[She doesn’t speak after that, and neither does he.]

Okay, so maybe that was too OOC, but they did need to have a conversation something like that. A conversation where Zuko explained, at least a bit about why he fought with Azula.

And then, after that, the hug and forgiveness. But that was a turning point in their relationship, and I don’t like that so little fic writers address that.

And then!! I want little moments. Just small moments, maybe a bit more teasing, a bit more concern on Kataras part.

Also, let’s face it: Zuko would be simping. Katara wouldn’t be lovey dovey, no, she wouldn’t. Zuko would be the simp, Zuko would be the one stuttering slightly at teasing and stuff.

Just little moments, nothing big bc c’mon, they’re kids. They’re teenagers in the belp middle of a war.

Speaking of which! I really want one more scene between them. After Aangs noncon kiss in the Ember Island Players, I want there to be a scene where Zuko finds Katara and she vents to him.

Also I’ve been losing my damn mind trying to find a gif series for that bc someone on Tumblr made it and I can’t find it- fkdndd

Okay, but along with a huge chunk of the fandom, it really makes me mad that they didn’t show more of Kataras reaction, and that Aang didn’t apologize. Like wtf Aang.

I would’ve been fine with anyone coming to Katara, or telling Aang that was wrong but- Didn’t happen. They just glossed over that part smh.

But! Say Zuko were to come and talk with her about it. And then at the end, he might ask her why she was confused, Maybe something like this:

Zuko: If you don’t mind, why are you so confused?

Katara: I don’t know! But it’s in the middle of war. It isn’t over, and now isn’t the time for... for romance.

Zuko: But that doesn’t mean that you can’t be happy. I mean, look at Sokka.

Katara: I’m not Sokka.

[They both go quiet for a minute]

Katara: Sorry, Im just... It’s too much to deal with right now, and we have to focus on ending the war.

Zuko: No, I get that. It’s fine.

Katara: I’m just- I’m confused, and now isn’t the time and-

[She pauses, and the two look at each other for a moment. All is quiet.]

Zuko: I.. can go, if you want. If you need some space.

Katara: Yeah, that would probably help.

[Zuko walks away. As he does, Katara is staring at his back, a thoughtful expression on her face]

Yes, yes, I think that would make sense in the romance line. Mirroring when Zuko was staring at Kataras back.

Alright, so everything would be same, up to Katara healing Zuko after the Agni Kai. But there would be subtle differences. She takes his hand and holds it instead of putting her hand on his back. No big “I love you” or whatever. Just holds his hand, and maybe a line like “We- I could’ve lost you!” Maybe.

And then! One last thing, instead of that long Kataang kiss at the end, a scene between Katara and Zuko, talking about their futures.

I’m a really big fan of Water Tribe Ambassador Katara, and it shows.

Katara: So.. Fire Lord Zuko, huh? Finally regained your honor?

Zuko: [groans] Yes, now stop it.

Katara: [laughs] Nope, never gonna stop.

[Theres a minute of quiet]

Zuko: And what about you? Are you going back to the SWT?

Katara: I am. The Northern and Southern tribes... they need to connect again, not become one, but the connection was frayed with the war, and someone has to take a step to rebuild it.

Zuko: What about the Air Temples?

Katara: That’s up to Aang. I’ll help him of course, we all will, but he’s the last air bender. He’ll take care of them, like I’ll take care of the Water tribes.

Zuko: With Sokka too, I’m guessing.

Katara: I don’t know about that, actually. Sokka may want to travel a bit, scope out the world.

Zuko: And you don’t?

Katara: I do, and I will. Sokka and I, regardless of whatever travel, we’ll work together to take care of the tribes.

Zuko: [chuckles] And I’ll be here. I’m going to try to undo the damage the war did. Open up relations again in the Earth Kingdom, sort out the colonies.

Katara: Don’t overwork yourself.

Zuko: You shouldn’t either.

[She laughs, and stops in front of the pond, looking at the turtle ducks]

Katara: Zuko..

Zuko: What?

Katara: [turns to face him] We... went through a lot. And I have something that I need to tell you.

Zuko, sweating slightly: ..yes?

Katara: Relax, it’s nothing bad!

Katara: I..

[Katara takes his hand and smiles. Zukos eyes widen and he looks down at their hands]

Katara: Well?

[Zuko looks back up and smiles at her.]

Zuko: You’re going to visit sometime, right?

Katara: Course I will.

[He smiles again, and intertwines their fingers. It’s quiet once more, then off in the distance, Sokka yells something]

Katara: [laughs] Now c’mon, your Honor. Let’s go.

[She pulls Zuko down the path towards their friends, and all their laughter can be heard. The End comes up, and the credits roll]

So!!

No big ily confession, no long kiss. Why? Because they’re kids. They’re fourteen and sixteen, there shouldnt be an ily, there shouldn’t be an uncomfortably long kiss.

Later, of course. But now? Let’s them just hold hands and tease each other and relax a bit.

Anyways, that’s my Zutara rant of the day, thanks for listening.

#zutara #Zuko #Katara #ATLA #avatar the last airbender #zuko x katara #Zutara rant

[tobealostwanderer]

Faerie Dust

Oberyn Martell x Faerie!Reader

Cw: Fluff, implied kidnapping, destroying of nature, bit of ooc Oberyn, faerie you is centuries old but no taller than a 11 year old.

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Inspired by "The Willow Maid" by Erutan

He had come over a few times. A strange man in too shiny armor. He talked about marrying you. Bedding you. Taking you away from your home in the middle of the dense forest.

Your wings drooped with every day that he visited. He was becoming more violent with every time you told him no. You don't even know his name. He just referenced himself as "The richest Lord in the area". And he always told you how he would take you away, to his castle.

He also always told you things that he thought should impress you, he talked about his riches and how mant maids he had. He wore purple and green clothes to establish his wealth. He brought gifts. He even left you a horse, who you set free after the Lord left for the day.

You were seated on a branch in your willow tree as you heard the clopping of his horse's hoofs. Something felt wrong this time. Like his coming was screaming 'danger'. More than usual. So you unfurled from your position and climbed further up, seeking out the help of your bird and butterfly friends. Giving them a bit of faerie dust in payment, they went and sought out the bigger animals of the forest.

The Lord came into the clearing. A big, shiny ax on his back which immediatly concerned you. He dismounted and faced your willow tree.

"My fair lady! I have come to unbind you from this place so you can finally join me in your true home, in my castle with our bairns running around." The Lord said. A bird flew back to you, chirping it's message. Swallowing your nerves, you spoke louder than you normally did.

"Sir, I ask you to leave this place alone. Leave. Now." You cringed at how unstable your voice was. You looked at the little tit bird worryingly, and you felt it's worry course through the air as well. To comfort it, you gave it a bit more faerie dust. Then it left again.

"My lady. This is not a way of life! So I shall be starting with taking down this tree to symbolise my love for you." The Lord yelled up to you. You shrieked in fear.

"Don't! Don't touch my tree!" He didn't listen and proceeded to hack into the side. The tree moaned in pain and it felt like you were cut down as well. The century long pact you had with your hometree was being taken away harshly.

Pain coursed through your body and you fell off your branch and landed on the floor harshly. The Lord stopped for a bit to look over at you before continuing. You yelled out in pain, yelled for him to stop, yelled for help, as he continued to hack away at the ancient tree.

Suddenly there is a new sound. More clops of horsehooves. Voices. The Lord stopped, turning to his left to see the horses trot into the clearing. You couldn't see who was there from your position on the ground and your willow stood in the way, but you did see the Lord fall on his knees as whoever set foot into the clearing.

"Lord Brynt. A surprise to see you this deep into the forest. What are you doing here?" A deep, manly voice said. It sounded like honey and a sunny evening at the lake closeby your meadow. It drew you in, unlike the squaky and unwelcome voice of Lord Brynt.

"I could ask the same of you, My Prince. But my reasons to be here are private." Brynt said. You quietly sat up, crawling to the back of the tree where Brynt wouldn't see you, but you could spy upon the new people in the meadow.

There were three people. Two in shiny armor, like Brynt's but these had a sun symbol on their chests, unlike Brynt's who just had a blank chestplate. And in the middle, a man in golden robes. His hair was black and short and he had a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. He was most likely the man who spoke, and Brynt called 'Prince'.

"Hmm.. why are you cutting down a tree in the middle of the forest? There are enough trees around. And if you need more wood you know I can work something out with you, hm?" The Prince said, a smirk on his face.

As Brynt looked around in panic, the Prince's eyes found you without moving his face, like he knew you were there. You locked eyes and he winked before setting his eyes back on Lord Brynt.

The man in question was stammering, trying to make up an excuse why he was chopping down a pretty big tree in the middle of the forest. The Prince just held up his hand.

"I think you by now figured out that you are not supposed to be here. You will leave, now, and you will never come back to this meadow. If you do, you and your family will be banished from Dorne. Go back home, Lord Brynt." The Prince said in a loud and firm tone.

The Lord scrambled up and tried to step towards the tree, but one of the guards cut him off by throwing a spear in front of his feet. This spooked him enough to run to his horse and leave the meadow. The Prince waved the guards off, who, after retrieving the spear, both turned around and left the meadow.

The Prince dismounted his horse and slowly stepped towards you, still keeping some distance as you placed your hands firmly on the tree as a barrier. The Prince smiled softly.

"It's okay, little faerie. Remember me? It's Oberyn." He said.

Your mind whirled as memories streamed through your mind. Meeting a young boy who had walked away from his caretaker and ultimately lost his way in the forest. You had helped him find his way back to the edge of the forest but he came back almost daily for a year, until he never came back.

"O-obi?" You whispered softly, your voice trembling as you gazed at him. In your mind, you placed the boy you knew so long ago next to him. The same kind eyes, the same dark and curly hair. The same bright smile and the same crooked nose. Oberyn's smile widened as you stepped out from behind the tree and raced to him, your arms encircling his waist as you held him again for the first time in years.

He had grown taller and since you hadn't grown much, it must be quite comical to watch a child-like creature hug a grown man like the fierceness you did, but you didn't care. You were glad to have your friend back.

Oberyn talked sweet nothings in your ear as he ducked down to hold you closer to him, his entire body enveloping yours. His hands moved comfortingly over your back as you snuggled deeper into his chest. His comforting smell enveloping you like his body and you sighed happily.

"He wanted to take me away... To his castle... He wanted to cut down my willow, Obi... I couldn't do anything" you said after a few moments of standing there. Oberyn held you impossibly closer at that.

"I knew something was wrong. I wouldn't have let anything happen, little fairy. Your bird friends found me patrolling the land and I came as soon as possible. You don't have to fear anything anymore." Oberyn said softly. He slowly knelt down, taking you with him as he positioned you on his lap. Your arms moved to his neck and you snuggled into his shoulder.

"Why didn't you come back earlier?" You then asked. The years that had passed by were lonely without him. And even though you had your animal friends, it was different with Oberyn.

"I wanted to, but my family wouldn't let me. They had me guarded so I couldn't run off into the forest again. I wanted to come back, once I wasn't constantly followed, but I never seemed to have the time. But I am glad I am back now, my faerie." Oberyn answered. You nodded, accepting his answer. Already glad to have him back.

"I need to heal my tree" you eventually mumbled and got up from Oberyn's lap. He sat and watched as you held your hands above the angry ax marks on the tree. You closed your eyes, sending energy through you into the tree to heal it.

It was too much, you knew it, but you needed to keep your home alive. Without this tree you would cease to exist. You would... Fade. Turn into a flower to eventually wilt and die again. But loosing too much energy, like this, wasn't good either, so as the wounds in the tree closed, your head became light and you fell back onto your behind.

Oberyn was quickly at your side with a water canteen. He held it up to you to drink and you gulped it down quickly. You leaned back against your friend as you finished it, gasping for air and still feeling a bit lightheaded.

"I am here now, little faerie. I am not going anywhere. Not today at least" he said with a smile. You smiled back. "Would you... Would you mind if I took someone with me next time? I really want you to meet someone, my faerie"

"Of course, Obi. As long as you trust them. And as long as I can stay here and you visit me." You said with a smile. And with that, you leaned further into him and closed your eyes, turning out the world, safe in the arms of your friend.

Oberyn smiled down at your sleeping form. He leaned against the tree, stroking your hair as he went over every memory he had of you, waiting for you to wake up again. He didn't care how long he would be sitting here for. He was just excited for you meeting Ellaria, and for finally holding you close again. He had missed you immensely and now he wouldn't let you go like that ever again.

#oberyn martell x reader #oberyn martell x you #faerie #faerie reader #game of thrones #the willow maid #erutan #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Someone who cares (Angel Reyes x nurse!reader)

Summary: You patch up Angel when he gets injured and end up realizing more about yourself than you were expecting

Pairing: Angel Reyes x nurse!reader (I kept it gender neutral so it can be read as a female or male or non-binary character)

A/N: So this is my first time writing for Mayans MC. I’m still finding their voices and I probably need to watch the seasons another time to make sure I got it. Hopefully, Angel didn’t get too ooc.

Wordcount: 915

Warnings: mentions of bullet wound and canon violence, but nothing major

You were pretty sure you had never been this angry or scared in your life. Your heart seemed to be trying to bust out of your chest and your hands were shaking so much you could barely hold the needle to stitch Angel’s shoulder.

“What the hell were you thinking?” you asked, slapping his uninjured arm, your face a mask of fury. You weren’t even a little bit sympathetic at his little whine of hurt as he moved around, trying to escape your assault.

Been brought up in this life, among the Mayans, seeing them injured or even dead sometimes wasn’t something new. It hurt, of course, because you considered them all family, but you knew it was part of this life.

Was this precisely the reason you decided to go to nursing school? So you could help patch them up whenever they were either unable to use the tunnels or if they needed some quicker care before going back to a job.

So, seeing Angel here, with a wounded shoulder shouldn’t faze you all that much. You had treated worst than a bullet graze. Yet, here you were, completely undone by the sight of older Reyes brother bleeding on your gurney.

“Hey, hey, hey! Stop that!” Angel complained with a frown as took hold of your hands. You could feel the warmth of his skin even through your latex gloves. “Why are you mad at me? I didn’t do anything.”

“Oh no?” Your voice was getting a little more high-pitched now as the mess of emotions bubbling under your skin threatened to spill. “ ‘cause everyone seemed to think you jumped in front of that bullet.”

Angel snorted and held onto your wrists tighter, bringing your hands to his chest to keep them from escaping and assaulting him with slaps once again. It wasn’t like they actually hurt but it was the principle of the thing.

“I was just getting Ez out of the way,” he explained, meeting your eyes. “It would’ve done a lot worse to him, trust me.”

You stopped your struggling to be free of his grip and just heaved a long sigh that sounded more like a sob. Your brain finally caught up with your heart and you finally understood why you were so upset.

You cared for Angel. More than you realized at first. More than you would like to admit. Even to yourself.  

Face with that truth, your shoulders sagged and you ducked your head as you tried to recompose yourself. Angel must have judged himself to be safe because he let go of your hands and tilted your chin up so he could properly look at you.

“Are you ok?” You shook your head once and finally looked at him.

“You love Ez, I get that. He’s your baby brother.”

“Ok,” Angel frowned at you, confused and you sighed once again, stepping away from him and focusing on the tray of medical supplies so you wouldn’t have to look at him as the next words came out of your lips.

“I just wished you would stop trying to get yourself killed to prove it to everyone else.” Angel’s little gasp of shock was discreet but perfectly clear in the otherwise silent room.

As you treaded the needle you were going to use, you wondered if he even realized he did that. Put himself second to his brother. Even if you didn’t know a lot about Señor Reyes, you had witnessed enough of his interactions with both sons to realize he was closer to Ez than he was to Angel. You could only imagine what kind of wounds and resentment grew from that. And that might be why the older Reyes brother seemed to think he was disposable when compared to Ez and frequently put himself out there to protect his little brother.

Regardless of the reason, you hated it. Even if it wasn’t any of your business. Even if you knew Angel probably didn’t even see you like that.

“I hope one day you realize,” you spoke again, tone soft as you finally approached him to suture him up. “That there are several people that would be incredibly devastated if you end up dead.”

“You mean like you?” Angel asked a small teasing smile on his lips despite your loaded statement. But wasn’t that one of the reasons you liked him? His ability to lighten up the mood with his antics.

“Maybe,” you shrugged, not looking directly at him. The motions of stitching up skin had become almost second nature to you but still, it was nice to have a reason to focus on something else. “But mostly I meant your brothers.”

“Right…” Angel chuckled loudly and smirked. “Just admit you like me!”

“You really wanna mess with me while I have a sharp object this close to your open wound?” You threatened, but it was devoid of any actual heat and only made Angel smirk grow.

“Pfff! You wouldn’t! Because you liiiiike me!” You rolled at eyes but didn’t answer, focusing instead on finishing up his stitches and patching up the suture.

“Thanks!” He said climbing down from the gurney. “I’ll try to keep the jumping in front of bullets to a minimum from now on.”

To your surprise he pressed a kiss to your cheek before heading towards the door, leaving you behind to shake off your shock and laugh at his silliness as a small flower of hope started to blossom in your heart.

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[randomingoftherandomness]

idk if you are still taking wenzhou au req but if you're can you please write about when in episode 10 wkx is brothel being sad and getting, zzs barges in just when he has finished his monologue and the their night turns out completely different 👉👈

A/N: I’m gonna keep the rest of this under a cut but know that it is 🌶🍋 This is way longer than I expected it to be... I’m sorry if it reads a bit OOC?

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His last companion of the evening slumps to the ground unconscious from the drink and yet Wen Kexing can do nothing but sigh at her and all her lovely friends.

He will contend himself with being alone in a crowd. As he always has been.

There is much on his mind and even more for him to consider moving forward, but before those dark, swirling thoughts in his mind can take form and root, the doors to the room swing open with a dangerous crash.

“Ah Xu?”

His Ah Xu steps into the dim light, eyes flashing with undisguised murder. Even with the distance between them, Wen Kexing can smell the wine on him. The way his eyes alight on each of the ladies on the ground spoke of nothing but undisguised malice. The sight of it sends shivers up his spine.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, going to a stand. 

For a beat, Ah Xu gapes and blinks at him, before closing his mouth and gesturing at the women, the drink, the food. “What’s all this then?”

Frowning, Wen Kexing steps forward, but still keeping a careful space between them. He weighs the shapes of the words he takes to utter. “We were having an argument. I thought...”

“You thought?” Ah Xu huffs. “Is a man like you capable of thinking?”

The comment cuts deep and Wen Kexing has enough liquor on his lips for it to light a fire in his veins. He turns, moving to leave when Ah Xu catches him by the arm. It takes him a beat but he manages to weave together the semblance of a smile when he says, “You should let me go, Ah Xu. I’m most afraid of clingy men, don’t you know?”

If he had hoped that would work, all it does is have Ah Xu wordlessly dragging him along out towards another room in the inn. It’s smaller, with candles unlit, floorboards coloured silver in the light of the moon, and though the moment he closes the doors behind them, he lets go of Wen Kexing, Ah Xu stays close.

“I... I can’t sleep.”

This soft admission sparks the flight of a thousand butterflies in his chest. Even as he tries to stifle the glow of happiness that radiates through the hollow nothingness in his being that has lasted from the moment they exchanged those angry words, he is helpless in the wake of his Ah Xu’s eyes on him.

Being at the centre of that man’s attention is all he had thought of, all he had wanted for the brief time they’d been together. And yet, now that he has it, all he wants to do is shy away.

What sort of secrets could this man glean from him? What sort of truths would he willingly offer up just to have the joy of being in his orbit?

Wen Kexing swallows down the breath sticking high in his throat. 

“Did you miss my playing that much?” He deflects with a gentle laugh, taking a fortifying lungful of air. “Have I spoiled you that much already?”

“Don’t play around, Wen Kexing!” Ah Xu hisses, reaching for his wrist and holding fast. “You... You infuriate me. Everything about you... All of you! You and your secrets, and all your hidden schemes! I never know what is the truth, I never know what is real or a mask with you--”

“I never lied to you, Ah Xu!”

“You say that but how can I trust you when chaos follows you like a shadow!” Ah Xu shakes his head, stepping up until they’re but separated by the shadows of their faces in the night light. “I can’t figure you out. And it scares me.”

Wen Kexing ducks his head, keeping his face from his sight. Gentle fingers cup his cheek, drawing their gazes back to each other. “Ah Xu...”

The pressure of a thumb to the corner of his mouth stops whatever else he has to say. Ah Xu’s eyes are bright in the dark; two guiding lights that he cannot help but follow. Even if they lead him right to his ruin. 

“You are a mystery I could spend the rest of my life unravelling.”

The first meeting of their lips is a breathless gasp, a painful bite of teeth to flesh; a messy slide of tongue to tongue, a play on dominance. His hands find hold firm on Ah Xu’s waist, sliding higher up his back when they pull away for a beat, before diving right back into each other. 

Stumbling steps take them to the bed, graceless touches reach for belt and cloth, rejoicing in every inch uncovered between them. Wen Kexing holds him close, surrendering to his Ah Xu with worshipful whispers of his name to his brow, his cheek, the spit slick seam of his lips.

“How do you want me?”

How? Wen Kexing softly chuckles, giddy at the unexpected amusement that bubbles up in him. Brushing his fingers through dark hair, he pulls him back down, drunk on wine and kisses. “I want you in every way you will share with me. I want you, just you.”

The prettiest shade of pink colours Ah Xu’s cheeks and Wen Kexing gives in to the need to trace the arc of his cheekbone. “I am yours,” He murmurs. “Yours to keep, to dispense with however you choose. Yours, alone.”

They fall into each other, moving to divest the rest of their clothes, only for Ah Xu to stop him right before he can take off his inner shirt. He pulls back, uncaring of this pause and ready to agree to anything he may ask of him. The night is warm and Wen Kexing drinks in every measured stretch muscle flexing under his touch as his Ah Xu moves between his thighs, hair pushed back in sweat tangled rivers. He engraves the sight of him into his mind; the proud bearing, curve of his cock rising from a thatch of wiry pubic hair. A bright grin flashes as he licks his lips and Wen Kexing shivers in anticipation. Clever fingers draw his half-hard cock into his hand, slowly stroking it. 

Wen Kexing watches, heart hammering a jackrabbiting beat as pleasure strikes up his senses, thighs falling further open for Ah Xu to hook his legs over his hips. There is a press of something warm and hard against his balls. This, like this, there is no mistaking what will be happening.

“Then, tonight, I’ll have you like this.”

He has to close his eyes when he feels the velveteen heat of Ah Xu’s mouth around him; thinks he must have died and gone to heaven at the almost expert way those fingers prepare him with oil that he hadn’t been aware was there. He has to hold back the moans that leave him in increasing desperation as he arches off the bed when Ah Xu begins to piston and scissor his fingers.

Irrationally, he feels suddenly jealous of all the lovers Ah Xu has had before. He feels a burn of jealousy so fierce it almost eclipses any sense of sanity he still clings on to. He wants to kill them all. Every single person who has ever known Ah Xu like this, every single person who has had this pleasure wrung out of them in this exquisite way, he wants them dead.

He feels his leg being stretched higher, a gentle brush of a kiss to his ankle. It anchors him to the present and Wen Kexing reaches out for Ah Xu, elated when he comes willingly. 

“Ready?”

Wen Kexing can only nod. Holding on tight as he feels himself being spread open, the blunt press of a cockhead, the bright flash of pain of that first push going in. It has been awhile and Ah Xu proves himself a considerate lover as he waits for him to adjust. “I won’t last long,” He admits in a rush, exhaling in stuttering hiccups against salt damp cheek. “I can’t--”

“Just let go. Just trust me. Let go,” Ah Xu hushes, bringing their brows together. “I’m here.”

He loses time to the rocking of their hips, the way that this feels too close to lovemaking. He keeps his hands in Ah Xu’s hair, breathing in the scent of his sweat, his skin on his tongue. 

“Ah Xu...” He sighs, mouth parting as he lets himself fall off the precipice of his desire. 

The thoughts running in his mind quiets further with every trembling roll of his hips chasing the pressure of Ah Xu’s thrusts as he rides the wave of bliss. Distantly, he is aware of the moment Ah Xu stops and reaches a hand down to pull himself out, stroking himself off between Wen Kexing’s thighs, slick painting his ass cheeks a pale glistening track.

A mark of who he belongs to.

Wen Kexing doesn’t fight it when Ah Xu crawls into the space next to him on the bed, flopping down inelegantly with a huff. “I’ll get up to wipe us off in a minute,” Ah Xu promises, throwing a leg over him. “I just need to rest.”

Wen Kexing smiles, brushing back his hair from his face. Those beautiful eyes are closed, breath already slowly evening out. Will Ah Xu regret this in the morning? He finds himself almost wishing he wouldn’t. Gently stroking those beautiful shoulders, he swallows down all the wants and what-ifs. “Take all the time you need.”

#wenzhou #word of honor #wen kexing #zhou zishu #山河令 #gab writes stuff #spicy lemons #lemon

[gotmeringinghellsbells]

Nervous Confessions

Fandom: Pokemon

Characters: Piers/Raihan

A/N: Probably a little ooc, but I’m out of practice for writing and want to pick it up again. A potential start to my au for these boys but yeah. Enjoy!

Summary: Raihan has a confession to tell Piers that could threaten their relationship.

Warning(?): Talk of sexuality and romance terribly explained by yours truly because..... emotions? Yeah um.... hi I’m a single, ace being. If curious about some of the mentioned sexualities and romantic identifications please look up meanings for yourself. 

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With summer approaching, a new season was about to beginning. Spirits were high, children from across Galar already selected and fitted for their official uniforms. Stakes were high and excitement was booming. The energy within Motostoke stadium was almost intoxicating, dizzying a familiar goth as he stood in one of the many entry ways down to the bleachers. 

Piers held the door frame to steady himself as he gazed upon the crowd. It was amazing what could change in four years. Leon stood proudly, presenting the Galar league to the children participating and the audience; despite the whole region knowing their names. 

Milo, Nessa, Kabu, Allister, Bea, Bede, Melony, Gordie, his own sister; he paused when he caught sight of Marnie. She looked so happy, smiling ear to ear as she held Morpeko in her arms. The two of them were waving to the roaring crowd, only to be pulled into another gym leader. Piers rolled his eyes as Raihan snagged her for a quick selfie with all the trainers in the background. 

There were just some things time didn’t change.

Standing to the side of the stadium, Piers let out a smokey sigh as he exhaled from his previously inhaled drag. His cigarette glowed brightly before he gave it a flick, sending the newly born phoenix to an ashy grave by his feet for the wind to blow away. “There you are,” a familiar voice boomed. Icy, blue eyes glanced up from their daze as tacky shoes appeared before him. “‘Bout time,” Peris sighed softly as he clipped the burning stick of paper and tobacco. Raihan made a face at the smell but approached the other none-the-less. “Ah, sorry to keep you waiting, love. Wanted to see how Leon was doing and take a quick selfie with Sword. She’s getting so big,” he stated like an aging parent. 

“Marnie too,” Piers hummed as he stood up and tried to crack his neck a bit. Raihan laughed a bit. “How long ‘til she’s your height now?” Piers paused after a soft crack was heard before shooting him a glare. “Ah, I’m just Joshin’ ya.” The taller finally latched his arms around the smaller and nuzzled into the messily bunned hair. “How was work,” Raihan asked as he continued to hold his partner of three years. “Took the day off to catch up with all the excitement,” Piers hummed as he nuzzled into the other’s scent. 

A bit musty from sweat that had cooled over the course of the day mixed with some of his favorite smelling cologne. It was soothing, comforting. “Ah, really? I’ve been trying to get you to break for months now but this is what gets your head outta that song book?” Peris shot him a glare from his chest; which from Raihan’s perspective just looked like a puppy pout. Before either the gym leader or musician could say anything, there was a low grumble heard from between the two. Raihan blushed a bit as Piers’ glare broke into a small smile. “Dinner,” Piers asked. 

“Walk and dine,” Raihan added to the offer. “It’s a gorgeous night.” Piers hummed. “Yeah, but the palace will probably be crawling with eager trainers.” Raihan hummed. “Alright, how about over by Hammerlocke, yeah? Kids can’t get in without all three gym badges and right now, the pokemon over there are probably too intense, right?” Piers gave a small nod after a moment of thought. “Well, let’s go then,” he said softly, attempting to lead the other off; but to no avail. “Actually, I was thinking we call a cab and enjoy the night sky from above before hitting it from below?” Piers gave a small nod of agreement as a small breeze caused him to move a bit closer as Raihan tinkered away with his phone to alert a flying taxi of their location for a pick up. 

The taller man merely pulled his lover in a bit closer before submitting the request and quickly striking a pose for a date-night selfie. It irked Piers, but he just hid his face in the other. His face was all over Raihan’s Pokegram, so what if he ducked away this time? Raihan clearly didn’t care. He never forced Piers to smile or pose anymore, just would take a bunch of pictures and post the most flattering of the two of them. 

“Date night with a babe,” Raihan said softly as he typed. “Don’t you dare,” Piers protested, only to squeak from a small squeeze to his side. Turning to look at the offending touch’s origin, Raihan’s hand merely rested against his side once more. He turned with a pout towards the other before gently, but firmly jabbing him in the ribs. Raihan jolted slightly before smirking. “Is that a challenge?” Oh hell no. “Not in public,” Piers hissed as he put his hands up as Raihan moved to pounce for the kill. The panic was soon killed as wind came crashing down on the two of them, a cab landing behind Piers. Looking up, the two were greeted with a friendly smile and wave. “Gym leader! Piers as well. Are you both looking for a ride,” the pleasant taxi driver asked. Piers blushed a bit and started to fiddle with his bangs, social anxiety getting to him. 

Raihan wrapped an arm around him with a thumbs up and a wink. “Yep! Taking the Mr. here on a nice date night. Any chance you could help with that?” Piers gently smacked at Raihan’s stomach. He was so open about everything! Raihan merely laughed as the cab driver hopped down to get the door. “Absolutely. It’s a beautiful night tonight. Where are you two looking to go?” “Eh, just over to Hammerlocke. But maybe, you could give a bit more of a scenic route?” Piers blushed a bit more, leaning more into the hold. “Why are you doing this,” he hissed out. “I said it was a special date night, right? Come on babe, you love looking at stars! “ He wasn’t wrong. 

With darkened cheeks and his head down, Piers headed for the cab. A hand was offered to help him up that he took hesitantly. “Thank you,” he uttered to the sweet older man who merely gave him a wink before seeing Raihan in. Shutting the door behind them, he looked back to the ordering customer. “Scenic route back to Hammerlocke, yeah? How about just a nice scenic route over Galar?” Raihan smiled. “Yeah, that would be awesome!” Piers merely leaned into his shoulder, moving his arm away from his side to get closer. “Alrighty then. You boys take it easy now. Corviknight and I’ll show you two the sites.” With that, he climbed back onto his pokemon leaving the couple be. 

As he departed, Raihan looked over the male snuggled into his side and merely held him closer with a smile. His stomach churned and heart tugged as his mind reminded him the point of all this. This was becoming a serious relationship. They were three years in to it, four years into a strong friendship. Both were built off of emotional trust and openness. He felt guilty hiding something like this from Piers but was scared of the outcome it would bring. “How was your day,” Piers asked sleepily as he took in the aforementioned soothing scent. “Ah, pretty dull. Not much going on besides the opening ceremony so I gave my pokemon a day to breathe.” “And your pupils?” Raihan nodded. “They had the option to train or rest today. I’ll check in with them tomorrow. It’s going to be crazy busy soon.” Piers nodded, remembering the chaos from his own gym leader days. 

“Wonder if any one will steal the crown from Sword,” he muttered. “Eh, we’ll see. Frankly, I’d like to take another crack at battling her.” Piers rolled his eyes. “Of course,” he muttered, snaking an arm around to gently hold Raihan. It was going to be quite a while before they got to do something like this again. Their only interactions would probably be rushed between making sure Marnie was taking care of herself and making sure this one was doing alright. “Hey, you don’t think I have a chance,” Raihan laughed. “No, you do. Just wish you’d ease up on your obsession with battle.” Raihan looked confused. “Huh?” Piers paused before sitting up some and shaking his head. “Ah… you just kind of go off about battling some times. Like when you tried to befriend me, all you did was keep dragging me into battles and complimenting me.” Raihan scoffed. “We hung out too!” “After said battles or because you wanted to battle me.” The taller pouted before rolling his eyes. “Fine, less battle talk and asking. Better?” Piers shook his head with a sigh. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing,” Raihan moved closer to hold him again. 

“Just, you get a little to into battle sometimes and that’s all that seems to exist to you.” Piers gently rubbed Raihan’s cheek as the taller man nuzzled into him. “Trying to defeat Leon for ten years only to be bested by a ten-year-old really shatters a guy, ya know?” Piers paused. Oh. He hadn’t thought about it that way. “Sorry,” he said softly as he was pulled in closer. “Don’t be. I do get a bit carried away in battle, I’ll admit it. But it’s my life, you know? I’ve come so close to beating Leon so many times in mandatory battles and off hand ones, but with Sword…. Hah, she puts up a challenge.

“He’s training her into quite the champion. I’ll give him that.” Piers looked up a bit confused by the last part but didn’t question it too much. “He’s a good chairman. Glad he’s treating Sword like a real kid, not a star child.” Raihan looked at him a bit confused before laughing. “Yeah, because you and Sonia scared him shitless his first day.” What? “How did we scare him,” Piers asked sitting up some to readjust. “Huh? Don’t you remember storming up to him and telling him off?” Piers thought a moment. “I’ve told him off a few times.” “Ah, well, allow me to jog your memory,” he said rather dorkily. Story time. 

“Basically, you and Sonia jumped on him about not making the same mistakes Rose did. About letting Sword come home and be part of a functional family and remembering she’s a child….. Not a walking advertisement as you said.” Piers thought a moment before nodding. “Ah, right. Thought he’d just brush me off though. Wasn’t he seeing Sonia at the time? Thought that’s what drove the point home.” Raihan made a face. “Yeah, not yet. But no, you both scared him. They started seeing each other a few months after. They lasted maybe a year? Not sure. She’s been with Nessa ever since.” Piers blinked. Normally Raihan told him all of media and regional gossip. Had he tuned this part out?

Probably, Piers didn’t care much for gossip. “As long as she and Nessa are happy, all that matters there.” Raihan nodded. “You didn’t think it was odd I kept inviting him to hang out with us,” he then inquired. “Not really. Your said to be rare rivals and best friends, right? Or at least th4e closest he got to a friend under that whack job’s rein.” Raihan made a face before nodding. “Yeah, well, you know…. wanted him to be happy too.” This was weird. “Why are you randomly bringing this stuff up?” 

Raihan froze. Should he tell him now? Probably not a good time considering their trapped in a small cabin. Piers can’t just leave. That would be so uncool to do to him. “Hey you two, the clouds are opening up. Take a look at the sky.” Ah, the voice of his savior. Raihan let out a sigh of relief as Piers glanced out the window. Raihan leaned forward eagerly. “Sure is beautiful,” he commented. “You bet,” the kind man said back. Piers merely smiled at the sight. Raihan moved closer to the smaller as they gazed into the brightly lit sky together. 

“There’s something just so soothin’ about the stars.” Raihan nodded as he moved in to cuddle again. Piers didn’t resist. He leaned back into the affectionate touch. “Babe,” Raihan said softly. “Hm,” Piers responded. “Do you like Leon? I mean I should have asked after I brought him around year two but….. are you alright with him?” Piers made a face as he turned to look at the other. “What’s with the Leon talk? Something wrong?” Raihan quickly shook his head. “No, no. Nothing’s wrong just….. curious, you know? I know you had some mixed feelings about him as a brother to Hop and his ego and all that but after getting to know him?” Piers shrugged. “It’s not like we hang out without you. What you see, I see.” 

Raihan sighed. “But do you like what you see?” Weird wording. Piers made a face. “I… guess? He’s always pretty nice to me and the kids so yeah. He’s alright. Wish he’d stop taking the problems of the region as if they're his alone to deal with but that’s something for him to work on.” Raihan smiled a bit too wide. “What?” The tallr froze. Whoops. “Ah, nothing. Just happy to hear you do like him.” “I would have told you if I didn’t,” Piers retorted as he looked back out the window. He smiled as he looked down over Turrfeild. Milo herding the Wooloo to bed with the help of his brother and some of his pupils. 

“Probably gonna stop by Milo’s tomorrow,” Piers commented off handedly. “Yeah,” Raihan asked, dying to just rip the bandage off right now. “Yeah. Might bring him dinner. He’s the first gym leader after all. Curry should be enough for him and his pupils right?” Piers turned, seriously asking Raihan his opinion. The other nodded. “Yeah but it’s supposed to be hot tomorrow. Maybe nothing too spicy?” Piers nodded. “Thanks,” he said softly. “Yeah.”

The rest of the ride was pretty quiet, just two dorky lovers staring in pleasant silence at the sky; cuddled into each other. It had been about an hour before they finally landed, Piers nearly being asleep. Raihan smiled before draping his hoodie over the smaller’s shoulders as the door opened to the cab. Piers once more took the kind, older man’s hand as he stepped down, thanking him once more. Raihan thanked him, taking a selfie with the three to compose for the night’s date. Piers felt it was over stepping but the pilot assured them it was fine. 

Finally stopping somewhere to get dinner, Raihan spotted a familiar figure. His window of time was coming closer to an end. Leon smiled, waving to the two of them before Sword dragged him off for their hotel to share the food with their pokemon. “He’s really her big brother now,” Piers commented as they stood in the pick up line. “Huh,” Raihan asked in panic before registering the words. “Oh. Yeah,” he laughed. Piers made a face. “Your doing it again,” he grumbled. “Doing what?” “Acting weird. Can you just tell me what’s going on already?” Raihan made a face before humming. “Maybe we could head back to my place rather than take that walk?” Piers nodded, just wanting the other to be honest with him already. 

The walk back was quiet, apart from Piers thanking Raihan for his meal. Entering the familiar home, Piers set his food on the counter before moving back to the door to hang the hoodie and his coat along with removing his shoes. He was dressed in a loose, thin, simple black stank sop and loose, dark shorts to match. He crashed on Raihan’s couch, taking his food with him as the other went to check on his beloved pokemon. His own were home, enjoying their day off. He made sure to feed them before he left. 

“You can turn on the television,” Raihan said, reaching for the clicker. “I want to talk first,” Piers stated, looking at him like an upset parent. Raihan retracted his hand before sighing. “Right, right.” “What’s been bothering you all night. Did you have a fight with Leon?” Raihan shook his head. How to say this without killing their relationship. “Um…. I’ve discovered somethings about myself over the last few years.” ‘Good start’, he thought, ‘weak delivery’. “You know, as we people do. We evolve and change with time.” Piers quirked a brow. “Why are you nervously stalling?” Raihan froze before feeling his eyes start to water. “Look, just give me a tick would ya? This is scary.” Piers sat up, placing his food down to face the other. 

Not once had the idea of them breaking up crossed his mind so far, just fear of the other’s well being. They had a relationship built on emotion and openness, so if Raihan couldn’t be truthful and open with him…. he felt maybe he, himself had done something to hurt Raihan. “Is…. this about my battle comment? I’m sorry Rai, I didn’t mean it like that,” Piers started to apologize. Raihan laughed, tearing up more. “No, no. Just, give me a minute. I can do this.” Piers nodded but offered a hand to hold nonetheless. The other shyly took it, rubbing his thumb across Piers’ boney knuckles soothingly. 

“So, I know you don’t look into, like…. sexuality and romantic terms but…. there is more than like gay, pan, bi, ace and straight. Like you are romantically gay but sexually ace.” Piers gave a weird look. “Basically you are romantically, or emotionally interested in a significant other but…. you aren’t looking to have intercourse with them. Like we’ve only really done fluffy, soft stuff for the last three years and it’s been great.” Piers narrowed his eyes. “So…. is there a problem with that or?” Raihan held his hand lovingly and shook his head. “No, no, no! Just…. Okay Raihan,” he sighed to himself. “Your being super uncool. Just rip the bandage off.” Piers cocked his head before seeing more tears form.

Damn it. 

He moved closer and just held the taller. “Whatever it is, it’s nothing we can't handle. Please, just calm down.” Raihan froze. The smaller held him firmly, hovering over his lap as he nuzzled closer into his scent. “I love you no matter what you identify as, if that's the issue. Just relax. You act like you haven’t told me about more personal things like bathroom problems.” Way to kill the moment. Raihan snorted, tears coming down his face. Piers frowned before reaching up to gently wipe the away before gently kissing each eyelid. 

Darker arms wrapped around his petite torso. Piers was trapped, Raihan’s face buried into his clothed torso. “Arceus, I don’t deserve you,” he whimpered. This caught Piers off guard. He gently started toying with Raihan's dreadlocks, humming and shushing soothingly as the other cried into him. Gently, he reached his free hand from Raihan’s shoulder and moved his hand down to the of the uniform he wore. Pulling it up, he watched as the shaking skin grew slightly bumpy from the new air hitting it. He played with the dark locks of hair for a little longer before moving the hand to hold up the shirt back and gently tracing his nails up and down the taller’s back. 

Raihan jumped slightly before nuzzling into Piers more, sniffles subsiding slightly. ‘This is super uncool of you Raihan! You act like you’ve never dated before! Man up, stop crying like a Sobble and just tell him!’ He shivered from the touch before mewling slightly. ‘But what if he leaves me? What if he takes this wrong?’ “Shhhh,” Piers uttered soothingly as he dragged his nails gently up and down the spine once more. “Just relax,” he cooed. ‘Well, I’ll just have to explain it so that Piers can understand!’ Raihan’s brain was racing back and forth as his stomach churned slightly with fear. 

As the sniffles stopped and Raihan lay motionless against him, Piers sighed. He moved to lower himself down to be level with the other for a proper hug. “Rai, relax,” Piers cooed again as he nuzzled into his neck. His nails gently traced up the back for the end, kissing the skin softly. Raihan was pulled out of his thoughts as his nerves reacted to the touch. His head popped out, letting out a sequel. Piers froze in alert before looking up at the other. He then smirked before filed nails started tickling his lower sides. Raihan screamed out before shaking his head squirming helplessly. 

“Ah, P-Piers sthahahaop it!” Piers smiled moving closer to his ear, easing the touch to hold him still for just a moment. “No more tears, yeah,” he asked softly, fingers moving slowly under his shirt, walking up his sides slowly to his ribs. Raihan squeaked, nodding as his face shifted to one of a smile with excitement. His stomach churns turned slowly to butterflies as his face heated up. “B-Babe,” he giggled. “Hm,” Piers hummed softly with a small smile. “Ah, ah wait. Hey,” Raihan giggled as his hands gently moved up to hold Piers around his waist. “Okay, okay,” he whimpered before bursting into soft, broken streams of giggles. “Nhahaope,” Riahan giggled out as he collapsed into Piers’ shoulder, just giggling his head off as Piers started scratching at his lower ribs. Piers just rolled his eyes, giggling softly himself. 

“Dork,” Piers commented lovingly as he started to slowly move his nails up each rib’s bump. Raihan jumped and jolted with squeaks and yelps off and on, just holding him. “You want me to stop,” Piers asked as Raihan seemed much calmer now. “A-Ah….. Not yet,” Raihan giggled out. “Yeah? Alright. Piers stopped for a moment before sitting on the far side of the couch and patting his lap. Raihan felt his face heat up more before he slowly, sheepishly moved to place his feet on the other’s lap. Piers looked a bit surprised. “You sure?” Raihan awkwardly nodded. “Okay.” He left the socks on, gently dragging his nails up and down his soles of each foot, watching as Raihan struggled not to rip his feet back. 

He held a pillow tightly to his chest, shaking his head frantically as he dug his heels into Peris’ thighs. “Shahahit,” Raihan squealed. The smaller winced slightly before sighing. “You alright,” he asked as the harsh pressure was starting to hurt. “Y-Yeheheheah! Ah, P-Piers,” Raihan squealed as the smaller grabbed the balls of his feet and started to scratch up and down a little harsher. The free foot quickly moved off of him to kick at the air as Raihan shrieked, jerking around in his seat. “Pheheheirs! Pheheheheirs! Ok-Okay! Whahahahit! Eeek!” The other stopped quickly, smiling softly. 

“Alright?” Raihan nodded, taking his foot back, laughing slightly still as he moved away from the other. “Thanks,” Raihan muttered softly as he curled up, slightly embarrassed. Peris smiled, moving to poke at his side. “Oh? Who said I was done?” Raihan’s blue eyes widened before he curled into the arm of his couch more. “Wait? What?!” He was giggling nervously as Piers smirked at hims playfully. “You heard me.” Oh shit. No, no, no! 

Raihan squealed before he jumped up. “Okay, I’m ready to talk,” he squealed out. Oh, right. Piers sighed as he stood down, giving a nod of truce before patting the cushion next to him. Raihan nervously took a seat, still holding his cousin before leaning into the other. Piers cleared the other’s face from tears before kissing his cheek softly. “What’s going on?” The other frowned before feeling his stomach churn again and eyes start to water a bit once more. 

“So, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” he started again. “Okay,” Piers said calmly. “Do you know what like polygamy or polyamorous means?” Piers thought for a moment before slowly shaking his head. “I don’t think so? Why, what is it?” Okay, big reveal. Don’t be dumb, don’t be dumb! “I…. so I’m pansexual and romantic right? Well I’m also polyamorous.” Piers blinked. “What’s pan mean again,” he asked quietly. Raihan laughed. “Basically gender means nothing. I have no preference of genders, if I like you, I like you. Or that’s at least how I explain it.” Piers gave a nod. 

“So… polyamorous?” Raihan sighed. “I am capable of loving more than one person romantically at a time.” He watched as the life drained from Piers’ face. Quickly moving into damage control, he put his hands up. “Let me explain, let me explain! It’s not like that. I still love you! Hold on, hold on.” Piers gave him a look as if to say “get to the point”. “So there are relationships that exist that are composed of more than two people. Like a legit love circle type deal. I just… okay I don’t know how to explain this. One moment.” Piers crossed his arms and quirked a brow. “Are you…. leaving me or?” Raihan shook his head. 

“Look, I…. I don’t know how to explain this properly, so…. Hear me out,” he asked softly. Piers gave him a nod. “I’ve had a crush on Leon for…. a while.” Oh? Oh. Piers hummed, leaning forward. “So…. you wanted him to join our relationship which is why you’ve been bringing him around since him and Sonia split?” Yes and no. “I mean that wasn’t the idea but…. I can see why you’d think that but…. Yeah.” Piers sighed. “So you're asking to open the relationship or add to it?” “Add,” Raihan said, gripping the pillow tighter. He was so nervous. Piers made a face before sighing. “I don’t feel that way about Leon, and I doubt he feels that way about me but…. if you want, I don’t mind going on a date or two to just see how it goes.” Raihan gave a silent nod as he sheepishly looked over at the other. 

“Are you sure,” he asked Piers. “If your uncomfortable with this, I won’t pursue it.” Piers shrugged. “You’ve dragged him around with us often enough, it’s not much different.” He wasn’t upset, but was just trying to picture if he could develop feelings for the purple haired man. “Are you upset?” Piers shook his head. “Thinking,” Piers stated, reaching for his food off the coffee table again. “Now eat your food, it’s getting cold,” he muttered with a mouthful of food. Raihan smiled softly before receiving the clicker and moving to allow the other into his side. Piers moved close, snuggling into him as they turned on a cheesy movie to make fun of.

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