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ghoastixx · 1 year

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Jareth x GN reader

Warnings: none. The term “queen” is used but not supposed to be seen as a gendered name in Jareth’s silly little eyes.

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A beautiful day in the Labyrinth! The sun was warm against my skin, I was working in the garden, it was great! I had my hair tied back with a bandana as to not get in my way and wore more informal clothes. I hummed as I worked, the labryinth gardens were always stunning.

“Excuse me? Could you help me?” I turned around to see a teenage girl in a white shirt. She had long black hair clipped away from her eyes and big hazel eyes.

I had never seen her before.

“Oh? Hello.. I’ve never seen you around here before,” I held my hand out, “I’m y/n.” I spoke with a certain warmth that had grown with me from living in the labryinth. She took my hand and shook it.

“Sarah, Sarah Williams.”

“SARAH??? SARAH???!!!!” Hoggle came hobbling through the bushes. I looked at him, sort of curious.

“Hoggle?”

“Oh! Y/n!?” He bowed his head in respect,

“Nonsense, I told you to stop with that.. you know Ms.Williams?” He crossed his arms,

“We have a deal.” I nodded a bit confused, she looked at me again.

“Do you know how to get to the castle beyond the goblin city?”

I nodded, “yes, I do. Is there something you need from the king?” She nodded frantically.

“Yes, yes. He gave me thirteen hours to solve the labryinth, he has my baby brother!” The realization hit me like a truck.

“Oh, so you’re running the labryinth… Hoggle is helping you..?” He looked at me, nervous. “You know the king will have your ass for that.”

“I ain’t doin’ nothin’! Like I said, we have a deal.” I look back at Sarah, and around the labryinth, making sure Jareth isn’t in sight, but knowing that he’s watching. I decide to humor him a bit.

“Look Sarah, I can take you as far as I can go, but I can’t promise anything. It won’t be far… but I know my way around.” Hoggle instantly seemed suspicious, but then again he had every right to be. The girl was filled with hope as I put the watering bucket down.

“Come along.” I started heading through the hedges, through ways she would have never found. I knew Jareth was messing with the Labryinth. Some passages were moved off. It was only a few minutes when I knew he was near.

“This is as far as I can take you.”

“You’re just going to leave us here!”

“Hey- I said I’d take you as far as I could go. Unlike some of you, I don’t want my head on the kings wall.”

“You’re just scared.” She spit out.

“Scared or smart? You choose.” I suddenly felt a looming presence.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” An older goblin, hunched over.

“Nothin’” Hoggle knew what was going on.

“Nothing? Nothing? Nothing tralalal?!” I took a few steps back myself, smirking to myself as Jareth revealed that it was him in all his glory. He always liked big entrances.

Hoggle gasped, “your majesty!” He bowed. Jareth spotted me, he had a playful glint.

“Are you two helping the runner?”

“No your majesty.”

“No sir,” Jareth’s eyes held a playful look, enjoying himself immensely.

“I’ll banish you both to the bog of eternal stench. You two better watch yourself.” Hoggle fell to his knees, begging. I didn’t bother as much to nod. He wouldn’t do anything to me, and I knew it. I rolled my eyes a bit as I watched him work, intimidating Sarah and eventually cheating her out. Suddenly the cleaners started to come, he disappeared and I climbed up the ladder, watching Sarah and Hoggle run. I shrugged and figured I’d never see them again as I climbed out the passage. I started my way back through the hedges as I felt two arms snake around my waist.

“You didn’t seem very frightened by my threat, my love.”

Jareth, of course. My husband.

“You wouldn’t, you love me too much.”

“Perhaps.. what were you doing with the runner.”

“I knew you’d catch up with us, so I wanted to have some fun with it. That’s all. Don’t worry, I didn’t even lead her towards the castle.” I could feel him chuckle.

“Good, pet. Why don’t you come back to the castle with me, hm?”

I smiled to myself and let him take my hand.

“Sure, I’ve got nothing I need to be doing.”

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It had been a few hours since my interaction with Sarah Williams. I had sat in the throne room with Jareth as he obsessed over his runner. The goblins kept taunting the poor baby. Suddenly, a goblin ran in and informed Jareth that she was inside the city. He sent his goblins out and left to god knows where. I sat on his throne, lounging in the sun. It was a very nice day for the mood that Jareth was in. Suddenly a voice disrupted me.

“Y/n…?” I looked across the room to see Sarah.

“Damn- you really made it? With half an hour to spare..”

“What are you doing..? Why are you on his throne.. we thought that he took you prisoner.. I can help you.. I can get you home.” I smiled at her generosity.

“Home? Sweetheart, what do you mean?”

“I see you’ve met my queen, Sarah.” Jareth was standing there, eyeing her like prey as she talked to me. Obviously displeased with her wanting to take me away.

“Queen? You’re working with him Y/n? I thought you were a human?”

“Oh? I am.. Jareth is my husband.” I held up my hand, showing off the ring on my finger. Sarah went to look over at Jareth but he was gone.

“I’ve got to go find Toby!” She looked back at me on the throne, a look of pity on her face, as she ran through the stairway. I didn’t follow, I knew the routine, I had done it myself. I knew how this would work, down to the very words she’d say. It didn’t take long for Jareth to return to me, head hung low, a scowl on his face.

I frowned as he walked over, I stood up and let him sit on his throne, placing myself on his lap. I kissed his cheek.

“Bratty girl..” he mumbled.

“Did she insult you?”

He glared, obviously she did. I twirled one of his strands of hair,

“Poor thing.. it’s okay,”

“She insulted you.”

Oh.. oh?

“Me?”

“Yeah. She said you were brainwashed into staying with me… is that true..?”

“Absolutely not.” I spit out, “I love you Jareth. If I didn’t, I would have left a long time ago.”

“Yes.. you’re right. You are the queen after all.” I smiled and kissed him gently, the sun setting.

“It was funny seeing her shocked face.. you should do that more often.” He spoke, surprisingly.

“Anything for you, my love.”

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-Ghoastix

#fanfic #fanfiction #the labyrinth fanfic #the labryinth #jareth x reader #jareth the goblin king #labryinth

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reviewinghiccup · 1 year

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RIDERS OF BERK | HTTYD SERIES | BREAKING DOWN HICCUP

Blog Post Series: Breaking Down Hiccup

Title: Breakneck Bog

Ep/Season: Episode 17, Season 1 (Riders of Berk)

Premise:

Hiccup and gang set out to the mysterious, maybe even dangerous Breakneck Bog in search for something once lost.

CHARACTER DISCUSSION

HICCUP HORRENDOUS HADDOCK III

(1) THE FILIAL SON

Stoick, Gobber, Hiccup, Thornado and Toothless go on a journey to find Trader Johann who is late and carrying a parcel on his ship Stoick really wants. When the mission fails, Hiccup decides to venture out on his own, to retrieve the lost treasure for his father.

Stoick didn't tell Hiccup that the treasure was actually a gift from his mother, knowing that if Hiccup knew that, he would've gone out of his way to get it back. However, what Stoick probably didn't bank on was the fact that Hiccup would do anything for him, regardless.

note: I need to get me one of those Berk crested satchels. Looks like it can carry a lot.

Of course, Astrid will come to find out about it and because our boy here cannot lie to the girl he likes, he told her everything. Well, that and more because, Astrid reads him like a book.

(2) UNHEEDED WARNINGS & STUBBORNNESS ISSUES

It felt like the running theme of the episode was unheeded warnings. Hiccup decided to find Trader Johann, even though it wasn't his father's wish for him to handle the operation on his own.

Snotlout got everyone to join the expedition despite being warned to keep the scout-group small.

And the decision to go into Breakneck Bog itself was stubbornness disguised as adventure.

It's so funny how Hiccup has no control over his group sometimes. No, sorry, its hilarious.

TRADER JOHANN

I open this question to the floor, do you think this incident was planned by Johann or did he really suffer an accident?

I mean, what are the odds that a valuable item to Stoick and Hiccup would be found on his ship the day he just had to pass Breakneck Bog. Do you think Johann planted it? I mean, it's not uncharacteristic of an evil mastermind to do so.

But that would mean, he knows them scarily well and planned to get rid of the riders this way.

Why I ask this question is because he was found on a plank, stranded in the middle of the ocean. We don't see any other ships or people nearby to help him. Did he really go that far to disguise his disloyalty?

Again, it wouldn't be uncharacteristic of him to do so. But still, no one can fault the dude for his dedication. Or acting.

THEME, MESSAGE & STORYLINE

"Most people are afraid of things because they don't understand them. For me, it was dragons. Then one day that changed, and my greatest fear became my best friend." - Hiccup

Just like Breakneck Bog and the elusive Fog Monster, there was great fear in the unexplainable. However, when the "cover" is blown and what was suppose to be scary ended up being nothing but a facade, we truly see where fears lie, in ignorance of truth.

A fear of dragons was the downfall of the village, until they started understanding them. Then they realised, like Hiccup did, that dragons were just like them. Scared, nervous, strong, independent.

That was also Valka's message which we learn in HTTYD 2. I liked this episode because it combined all my favourite bits of the show. The heartwarming family values, the bond of friendship, adventure and their overarching lesson, that you don't have to be afraid of the things you can't yet understand.

The episode is shrouded in mystery, i.e., Breakneck Bog, the Lost Treasure, the Fog Monsters. But the best part about it is how it is uncovered. And what "treasure" means to someone, is completely how we attach value to it.

Further, inasmuch as you can hate on Snotlout or be annoyed with the twins, you can't help but know that as a group they work well together and they will be there for each other.

In terms of comedic timing and pacing, this show definitely hits as one of the better ones. It's a mix of adventure, humour, family - in essence, what the entire franchise is about, but as a series it was a lovely bite size piece to enjoy.

PERSONAL FAVOURITE MOMENTS

A) EVERYONE UPSET THAT THEY HAVE A CONSCIOUS

B) HICCUP'S SIDE EYE WHEN SNOTLOUT CALLED ASTRID'S GRANDFATHER STUPID

C) A SCARED FISHLEGS OFFERING HICCUP HIS MOTHER

D) SNOTLOUT CALLING OUT JOHANN

Given Snotlout's distrust, he is actually someone who calls Johann out constantly. One thing Hiccup does fail to discern is the true nature of people. Which is a flaw that leads him to most of his problems.

E) ASTRID AND HICCUP'S HERO POSE

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allthelittlecreepycrawlies · 4 months

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With A Flap of Wings, Part 2

Two years after she lost Huaisang, Nie Leiyun is pregnant again. This time, Nie Mingjue is so very careful not to complain, not even to his best friend Lan Xichen, nor to his cousins Zonghui and Xunyao. Everyone knows why, and all of the grownups do their best to be kind to their young master's feelings.

He turns out to be worrying over nothing.

Unlike her brother who never was, Nie Jinghe is as gentle a pregnancy as her mother could ever hope for and emerges into the world bright and healthy and strong.

–No one is aware that due to the fact that Nie Linsong had canceled all of her prior plans because she was busy helping her wife deliver the baby girl, she did not die on the night hunt she would have been on otherwise.–

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The years pass.

Nie Mingjue and his cousins Nie Zonghui and the fully-legizimized Nie Xunyao are practically extensions of each other, working in near-perfect tandem as future sect leader and his right and left hands.

Meng Shi has been offered a proper courtship by one of Nie-zongzhu's far-distant cousins and, though unsure about accepting at first, is now happy with her first real love, her light heart and genuinely bright smile practically making her a new woman.

Nie Jinghe is a tiny hellion with the climbing speed of a monkey and an infectious laugh that cheers up everyone around her.

Watching them all, Nie Leiyun is… content.

Most of the time.

When spring comes each year, she finds herself missing the child she never even properly got to hold because she'd been unconscious when his tiny body was taken away. She wonders what he would have looked like, what his laugh would have sounded like, what sort of things he would have enjoyed.

But, every year, she eventually pushes those thoughts aside to focus on her husband and wife, on her sister, on the children under her care now.

Nothing good comes from wondering 'what if?' for too long.

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Nie Leiyun looks up from her embroidery when her husband sinks into his favorite chair with a look of consternation on his face. "Something wrong?"

"I hope not. I can't make heads or tails of this letter from Ruohan. He says-"

A knock on the doorframe makes them both look up to find Nie Linsong and one of the men who normally guards the tombs up on Xinglu Ridge.

"Apologies for the interruption, Zongzhu," the guard says with a salute. "But a situation has come up at the tombs. A rather persistent ghost... of sorts."

"Of sorts?"

"Well... he's not acting like any ghost we’ve dealt with before. He hasn't made any moves to attack us or scare us off, but he hasn’t made any attempt to communicate either. Either way, he won't budge from in front of the doors, and we've tried the strongest capture and banishment techniques we know."

Nie Haoran frowns, tapping the letter in his hand against the arm of the chair. "What happens if you try to open the doors?"

"Nothing. Or, honestly, no one’s been able to reach them. Every time someone tries to get in close, it's like getting bogged down in mud."

"Hm. Alright, show me this ghost."

Nie Leiyun can't explain the shudder of cold nausea that goes through her as her husband gets up to accompany their wife and the guard. "Wait," she wheezes, pushing herself to her feet. "I'm coming with you."

Her partners both regard her wavering stance with concern. "Yun-er, maybe you should-"

She shakes her head and grabs her heaviest fur cloak. "I'm coming. I- I have to. I can't explain it. But I have to."

Her husband and wife look at each other in a short silent conversation, then her wife nods and offers an arm for her to lean on.

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The walk up to Xinglu Ridge has never been easy for her, even when her health was at its best, but today her legs feel extra heavy and her stomach is tying itself into a tighter and tighter knot with each step.

"Yun-er, you really should sit and rest," Nie Linsong cautions. "You're turning grey as a fierce corpse."

Nie Leiyun shakes her head for what must be the tenth time and plows on.

When they reach the tombs, all of the guards are standing at a short distance -not by choice, clearly- from a figure kneeling in front of the stone doors.

A figure that glows faintly in the dim light of dusk.

A figure that they can all partially see through.

Her breath turns to needles in her chest and it has nothing to do with the chill in the air, but with the twisting mixture of hope and dread and love rising up in her.

It's him.

She knows it's him even before the young man turns his head to look at her and she is presented with an almost perfect replica of the features that she and her sister share-

-except for his eyes, all luminous pale green like his father's and brother’s and shaped the same.

Her legs buckle, and though her partners are quick, they aren't quick enough to keep her from landing hard on her knees.

“Huaisang…”

#mdzs #nie family #nie sect #papa nie #huaisang's mother #mingjue's mother #fanfic #with a flap of wings

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sarcasticsra · 8 months

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Excuse me a moment while I YELL INTO THE FUCKING VOID.

Vyvanse is having shortage issues now. Had to call my pharmacy because I hadn’t gotten a notification on that one and wanted to see if there was an issue. Evidently yes, the issue is that it is out of stock and they don’t know when they’ll get it again.

I hate everything about how we handle ADHD meds in this stupid fucking country. Because now I have to either hope they have it in soon or call around to the other five pharmacies in town to see if they have it, and if they do, then I have to call my doctor to get an entirely new prescription sent, and THEN I have to call my original pharmacy back to have them cancel the old prescription in their system so the new pharmacy can fill it.

Why? Because it’s a schedule 2 drug and that means they can’t just transfer the fucking prescription.

Why? Because the War on Drugs has rotted our collective societal consciousness.

Why? Because there’s not a single fucking moral panic this godforsaken country won’t embrace with open arms, I swear to god.

So naturally that means we had to put the fucking drug cops in charge of medication quotas. And as we all know: ACAB.

“There’s so many new prescriptions!!! Zomg!!! Who knows if they’re legitimate because they were prescribed via telehealth!!!”

Oh wow so this disorder that makes it extremely hard to sustain and regulate attention and thus makes it difficult to do routine things like setting up doctor’s appointments (oftentimes multiple appointments) and then remembering them and getting to them on time… that somehow got diagnosed way more when we took away some of those obstacles? Madness! Witchcraft! Sorcery!

Before I was diagnosed/medicated there were literally days where I couldn’t even get out of bed. I would be laying there, staring at the ceiling, yelling at myself in my head to get up, get up, get up, you need to go to work, get. up. goddammit… to no avail.

Vyvanse has literally given me my fucking brain back. I can look at a task and think, “hmm, I should do that,” and then I just fucking do it. Do you know how many weeks’ worth of laundry I used to have just laying around in baskets because forcing myself to put it away was literally impossible? Do you know how fucking painful it is to look at a task that you have failed to complete, over and over, a simple task, a stupid task, you should just be able to do this, why can’t you just fucking do this…

I think people who have never experienced this can’t truly understand how horrific it feels to have to fight your brain on every. single. thing. Every single task is a calculation: can I do that now, if I don’t do that now will I be able to do that later, wait I already have to do task X and once I do that there’s no way I’ll have the mental energy to force myself to do task Y too. It’s like trying to get your work done on a computer with 80% of its resources being bogged down by bloatware. Can you get some things done? Sure, probably a few. But it’s going to take you three times as long and if you’re not careful the whole system will freeze and you’ll get absolutely nothing accomplished, and oh yeah, it’ll be wildly fucking frustrating the entire goddamn time.

It just absolutely infuriates me that we’re so fucking scared of the potential for “drug abuse” that we fuck over everyone, as if drug abuse is somehow the biggest moral failing in the world. Maybe if we addressed some of the things that lead to it, there would be less of it! Maybe just criminalizing everything is stupid, counterproductive, does not help in any measurable way, and oftentimes just makes everything worse!

And not for nothing, but if not for the truly incredible insurance I am lucky to have through work, getting diagnosed would have cost me $1200. My husband and I are doing well enough that we probably could’ve managed that in a couple installments, but for a large percentage of people, that prices them right out. And I live in a very low cost of living area. I can’t imagine what it costs elsewhere. How many of those “abusing” these meds just actually fucking need them but can’t afford to get them prescribed? Because even after the initial diagnosis, my first scrip cost $230 thanks to a deductible, and then $40/month after that. $40 isn’t awful, but there are plenty of people who do not have an extra $40 per month. (And my copay is on the lower end. I’ve seen people with insurance saying they’ve had to pay $200+ every month.) And then you have to have regular meds check ups, every 2 months or so. So add another $200 for each of those without insurance.

I’m extremely fortunate that the place I work not only offers great insurance but also pays 75% of the premium so that it’s actually affordable, and all of my outpatient mental health visits are covered at 100%. But I shouldn’t fucking have to be glad I won the employer lottery. I shouldn’t have to worry that I won’t be able to get the medicine that makes me functional just because we continue to exist in a society still fucked up by Calvinism to this day.

None of us should have to an endure a fucking asinine, callous, broken system that, whenever any of the myriad problems with it are brought up, has the audacity to go, “oh, don’t blame us, blame those other people who are also suffering!”

Fuck all the way off. We made all of this shit up. None of it is immutable. We just don’t give a fuck that people are hurting, and it shows.

#rant #adhd #adhd struggles #medication #medication shortage #this shit is why the villain is always capitalism

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diovstheworld · 1 year

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May I please ask for headcanons for La Squadra reacting to their new recruit short female with an Annabelle doll like stand with blood bending abilities please? If not I'll ask again Sorry I'm projecting my oc.

hiii! of course! sorry this took me a little while, i've been so busy with coursework for my classes plus i've been having issues with tumblr :( anyway here you go! also, i'm very sorry in advance if i interpreted the stand wrongly and i’m also sorry if this has been shorter than my other posts :( but i hope you like!

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Risotto:

okay im gonna start with risotto because i think naturally he's going to be intrigued by the stand. i say this with all of these posts but in particular for this stand because i don't think it's too far from his own with iron being in the blood and all (i hope what i’m saying is making sense ahh)

i don't really feel like he's going to be creeped out by this stand to be honest. i just think he would be impressed with the ability

plus i also feel dolls like this won't creep him out. he's a hard guy to scare, thats for sure

he would definitely take some time here and there to help with training you though

he wouldn’t be opposed to going on jobs with you either. especially since he’s so intrigued. seeing your stand work first hand is a great pleasure to him

all in all, he’s glad to have you as part of the team and appreciates having you around them

but as a new recruit, he’s keeping a close eye. mainly to check you’re doing okay

Proscuitto

once again, not overly creeped out in terms of the ability itself, maybe slightly disgusted? not that his own stand is any better lmaooo

definitely creeped out by the dolls though. i don’t think this guy would be easily freaked out but the whole doll thing definitely does it for him. why are the eyes watching him like that!?

it might take him a hot minute to get used to it, but when he gets used to it, he's impressed for sure. definitely sees and understands the uses and why you are a valuable asset to them

as for the height thing, i think he would reward this new recruit with some head pats in training. that is, as long as you manage to impress him

as a new recruit, you’ll be getting a lot of his little lectures. don’t be put down by it though, he just cares about the safety of you on jobs and wants to make sure you’ll be okay

despite being creeped out by the doll, he definitely chooses to help train you when he can. as a new recruit, he wants to see you succeed. but don’t expect it to all be nice. if you mess up, you will not hear the end of it and he will make sure you correct yourself

Formaggio:

oh he’s creeped out by the doll thing for sure lmaoooo

i think he would find the actual ability very cool though for sure

as much as the doll thing scares him, his curiosity of the stand intrigues him more, so he’s more than likely very willing to come on missions with you just to see you work

again for the height thing, he’s ruffling your hair as his gesture of praise. he’s always got a big grin on his face too

’there you go again showing off, y/n! you’re so clever’

as a new recruit, he is constantly teasing you, but he’s also giving you a lot of praise. you’re doing a good job and your ability is impressive, you deserve to know

he won’t get too bogged down on your mistakes like some of the other guys will. he definitely has a ‘we all make mistakes, it’s fine!’ attitude

Illuso:

he’s totally pretending he’s not scared of the visuals of the stand but he definitely is freaked out about the doll thing for sure

honestly, he’s more concerned about how a such a short girl like you can posses such a stand that freaks him out and a stand with such a power

the ability itself also freaks him out, but again, he is not saying a thing lmaooo

though you could probably work it out with the fact that he never wants to go on any missions with you unless its required or if someone else is with him lmaooo

again, thinks your stand is nothing compared to man in the mirror. i think this is a common thing i say in these types of posts but i honestly think he would not admit when someone’s stand is better than his lmaooo

as a new recruit, he’s got his eyes on you all the time, so you better make sure there’s no mirrors nearby. he needs things to blackmail you with and any little slip up is good for him

Melone:

okay honestly i think he loves the stand

not scared at all or freaked out by any of it

like most of the others, finds it super impressive and finds you even more intriguing for it. why did you come to possess such an ability?

loves to come on missions with you and honestly, likes to train you when people like prosciutto or risotto aren’t taking control. he wants to see you in action and learn all that he can

partly because he’s interested in the stand but also partly to learn what else he can do to help you train to get even better with your stand and how you can work better with the team in terms on who you would work best with on missions!

he also likes to praise you often, but even when things haven’t went so well in training, he’ll still give you some encouraging words (unlike illuso who would definitely use it against you and use your mistakes as a way to claim that man in the mirror is superior)

Ghiaccio:

he’s not freaked out as such, but he is not a fan of the doll thing lmaooo

the ability he is absolutely fine with but the doll…it doesn’t sit right with him

that aside, he’s definitely willing to come on missions with you despite being weirded out

he hopes that by doing this, he will get to know and understand you better, and also hopes he can become less creeped out by the whole dol thing if he spends the time with you

after getting used to it, i can definitely see him having arguments and rants at the doll tbh lmaooo

Pesci:

oh he is freaked out by both the doll stand and the ability for sure

its very obvious but he tries his best to not make it so obvious because he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings

despite being scared of it, he does appreciate the ability and does find it impressive

and he won’t shy away from telling you that! so definitely expect compliments from this little guy

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forensicated · 2 months

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Roger: It's the parents who are to blame... Dan: Yeah, you're right, we should put them in the stocks whilst we thrash their kids… Roger: You can take the mick! There was no need to put coppers in schools when I was there... Dan: Those were the days, eh? Paper round in your bare feet before sun up, breakfast? Just a bowl of gravel. June: Have you just had a shave? Smithy: What? How did you know that? June: I miss nothing, me. Smithy: Am I under surveillance or something? June: No, you've got shaving cream in your ear... Zain: Late night? Smithy: What? Zain: Shaving when you get to work, it's kind of a giveaway... Dan: Come on then, lets get the jokes over with... Tony: Awww, look at Rogers face. He looks like someone's just stolen his conkers.

Louise: I thought we'd finished with the questions? Smithy: Well, you know us Old Bill, we're always after more. Louise: Is that right? So supposing an opportunity arose? Smithy: *phone rings* Hang on... Louise: Don't worry, I can find my way back to Islington... I wonder if you can. *leaves* Dan: We're supposed to earn their respect! Roger: Respect? So far today they've had me in the bogs trying to find a non-existent goldfish. I've had to settle a dispute over a Spongebob Squarepants lunch box, and they've had me up a tree trying to retrieve a games kit. They start to show me some respect, then...*gets interrupted by a groups of lads* Dan: Up until now, they thought he was one of the few that would get to university. Sensitive, artistic...not the type to be carrying a knife… Roger: Maybe he was scared of being done over. I mean they're the ones they usually pick on, aren't they? The bright kids, the ones that are a bit different. The artistic ones... Dan: I used to be artistic... Roger: I rest my case.

Smithy: Louise, it's Smithy...Sergeant Smith. Louise: What are you doing? Smithy: I thought you wanted to see me? Louise: What made you think that? Smithy: When you were at the station, you were wondering if I could find my way to Islington... Louise: And that means come over, does it? Smithy: I just thought that... Louise: Look, you have to go...just don't call me again, alright? Smithy: So that's it? Louise: You're a bloke. I thought a one night stand was a perfect deal. Smithy: Well yeah, but... I dunno, I thought it was a bit of fun, I thought we could do it again... Louise: No. Smithy: Well let me just come in... Louise: No. Please, just go now...*closes the door*

Smithy: What's that job entail? Finding partners for gay coppers? Nick: Why, you lonely?

Smithy: You wily old sod. Bob: Oi, less of the old.

Smithy: They've asked for uniform support... Honey: Yeah, I'll do that... Smithy: Good girl, Amber, come here - you can help her. *Amber scowls and slowly walks towards him* Oh your enthusiasm is overwhelming me...Speak to DI Manson, he'll fill you in. *walks off and looks back* Oh, and happy birthday *winks*

Jonathan: *bangs on the door whilst Smithy looks through the windows* Gina! Gina! Smithy: Maybe she had a hospital appointment and forgot to mention it... Jonathan: I doubt it, look just mind out the way... Smithy: Er, what are you doing? Jonathan: Going to knock the door in... Smithy: Yeah, don't cos she'll kill ya. *pulls a key out* There's no need. Jonathan: Well I'm not going to ask why you've got that...*follows Smithy in and looks through the house for her* Smithy: *runs upstairs and sees Gina out cold on the floor* Jonathan! She's up here! Gina...*goes to help her* Smithy: *checks Gina's pulse* Jonathan: Have you got a pulse? Smithy: Yeah... Jonathan: Shall I call an ambulance? Smithy: No, not yet...Let's get her up *rolls Gina over and pulls her up to him* Gina: *coughs and flails her arms out* Jonathan: Up you come... Gina: *holds Jonathan and Smithy's hands* What's happening... Smithy: You tell us Gina...you're alright now. *both men comfort her* *Smithy and Jonathan settle Gina on the settee* Smithy: How you feeling? Gina: Bit wobbly, but I'm alright now... Jonathan: Do you want us to take you to the hospital? Just in case...? Gina: No, no...they warned me this might happen after the radiotherapy... *sighs* I feel wiped out...I've been up half the night vomiting, I really don't want any fuss... Smithy: Well if you're sure you're alright... Gina: Honestly, get back to work...I need you to cover for me... Jonathan: *nods at Smithy* I'll stay here... Smithy: Well look, I'll see you later... Gina: Thanks Smithy.. *Smithy smiles and leaves* Jonathan: He was really worried about you, y'know...and I almost kicked the door in. Gina: I'd have murdered you! Jonathan: I think a cup of tea's needed... Gina: No, no, I said I don't want any fuss...you can go, I'm alright now. Jonathan: Gina...I'm not going anywhere.

Tony: It's time for a toast... Smithy: Shouldn't this be champagne? Tony: I think in the circumstances, tea will have to do! Jo: Gary's not fussy, are ya! Gary: Looks like I don't have a choice...

Gabriel: *Holds up a newspaper* Is this all you've got to read? Smithy: Well I didn’t exactly get to pack a case when I came in here did I?

Gina: *to Smithy about Gabriel* Have you thanked him yet? Smithy: No. Gina: Smithy he saved your life. Smithy: I know but whenever I go to say it the words get stuck in my throat!

Dan: Yeah, I run a few times a week, did the marathon once... Roger: Dan *waves at him from behind the groupies* Hello? Dan: Sorry...can I have me hat back please girls? Roger: Go on, this is a study period...We're meant to be on patrol, not fraternizing with the enemy... Dan: Just gathering intelligence... Roger: Don't think they've got much to share, anyway, the marathon, who you kidding? Dan: I was at one once... Roger: Yeah, for crowd control. Dan: "I was terrified we'd have to split up. I didn't realise how much you meant to me."

Steve: Are you up for a bit of advice Roger? Roger: Well it's not the best time but go on quickly. Steve: What would you do if there was this woman who, well let's say something happened with her, but you don’t want to take it any further, yeah? Roger: Yeah OK I'm with you so far. Steve: But she keeps phoning you. Roger: What does she say? Steve: I haven't answered. Roger: But you want it to stop? Steve: Yeah I want it to all stop. Dan: *Slaps Steve on the back* be a man about it mate. Roger: Or better still, give her Dan's number *points at Dan* he'll sort her out. *Dan and Roger exit. Steve: Yeah.

Smithy: Well, if my dentist looked as good as you, I'd never miss a checkup...

Smithy: I'm here with a friend... Dan: A woman? Smithy: Well of course it's a woman! Dan: By the way, nice legs. Her that is, not you...

Smithy: You said you didn't want bail, so now you got your wish and I nearly got me nose broke! Smithy: Now I'm running out of patience with you, and my nose is really starting to hurt!

Louise: If you want to end it, fine...I can't make you love me... Smithy: But I do love you...that's what's making it harder to do.

#smithy #dale smith #alex walkinshaw #gina gold #roberta taylor #smiffina #chris jarvis #dan casper #louise larson #rosie marcel #roger valentine #john bowler #steve hunter #james lloyd #larry lamb #jonathan fox #june ackland #trudie goodwin #the bill

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semthescientist · 6 months

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(Tw- body image issues)

Hii! I came here from your two part series and idk if it's even a good question but when you talked about falling in love with your persona I felt so distraught bc ik that's the key to fall in love with everything we are but I really can't see this persona as something else beside the shape of the body and I hate it. I agree with you said about us knowing way more than we think, my issue is that even though I have enough knowledge and answers I'm still not able to move on from my appearance. When we talk about love I can say I do love my self to a degree but I cannot day the same about my persona. And this pains me bc I honestly do not care about becoming self realized I would rather be both self and persona. Please help guide me

hi! first and foremost, thank you for your submission, sweetheart. i can understand where you're coming from in reference to the body, but i have to ask if hating it has gotten you anywhere?

i think we're all loving things but showing it in a different way. what i mean by that is for some, their thought process is they love Self so much to the point they aren't going to let the persona's "problems" bog them down. for others, like me, i love the persona enough to know that there's nothing wrong with her being confused or scared or insecure because I Am right here with her. it all depends on what approach you would like to take.

what i wanted to share with others in my posts was just a kinder way of navigating nonduality. up until this point we thought we were only these bodies and now that we realized we aren't, we try to separate ourselves and we do so in ways that most of us are no stranger to. we're quick to shame the persona, point out what's wrong with it--something that i feel is heavily promoted by society, maybe even from our childhood. these thoughts and feelings of hating our personas are nothing more than an old tape recorder and sometimes taking a moment to ask yourself questions will help you realize that there is absolutely nothing wrong with you.

you can do self-inquiry about what's bothering you. questions like: why do i believe there's something wrong with me? is it because my body doesn't look the way it "should"? but who says that's right and I'm wrong? why can't what i am right now be perfect?

anytime there's a question that requires me to look at how i want to feel versus how i should feel, i always question it. because why should i—or anyone else for that matter—be required to see things from one perspective? it is your life, you can do what you like.

i think if you take a moment and ask yourself why you see your appearance as such an obstacle, you'll come to realize that these are just thoughts and not facts. thoughts of imperfections, thoughts of this versus that, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts...

there's nothing stopping you from being Self and a persona, i believe that's what you're doing now :) and in truth, again, the only thing that is stopping you is merely a thought.

#law of consciousness #nonduality #non dualism

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amyintherapy · 8 months

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A spectrum of disassociation

The main focus of my therapy the last month or so has been related to trying to reconnect with my healthy anger. Healthy anger being when you get mad because someone has made you uncomfortable or violated a boundary, etc. The core function of healthy anger is to let us know when we should set boundaries.

I've never really gotten angry. In situations where I've been mistreated and should feel angry, I feel scared or sad instead. I do feel low levels of anger sometimes (it's probably accurate to classify it as like...frustrated, irritated, etc) - but it's usually a feeling that I only feel after time has passed from the event I experienced. So if someone were rude to me at a social event, I'd feel a surge of anxiety in the moment, and then sort of mostly feel nothing else about it while at the event...but then after getting home and talking to my partner about it, I'd start to feel irritated when recalling what happened.

While I don't have any conscious memories of trauma causing me to have to disconnect from feeling angry, I've learned that this is attachment trauma. Something that happens to people who basically aren't allowed to be angry. If getting angry as a baby or very young child makes your situation worse, especially if it seems to threaten the attachment dynamic between the parent and child, the child will stop feeling anger to preserve the relationship. If fear or sadness are more acceptable, they might be able to outwardly express those emotions and get those needs met by their caregiver. Or they still might not result in emotional support from their caregiver, but they might be able to handle sadness/fear emotions better on their own, internally where anger may actively threaten the attachment dynamic (such as get them in trouble) - I believe this is the camp I fell into.

[Side point, but some people experience attachment trauma similar to me but with an opposite effect. They convert sadness and/or fear to anger because anger is more tolerated (or more respected?) by their caregivers than the other emotions. Or, if they are sad or fearful they'll be neglected, but anger might get them the attention/connection they need which can result in them converting more things to anger to get more of their needs met. People who are angry a LOT are likely experiencing this type of "secondary emotion" anger rather than core-emotion anger. Where I have a lot of anxiety which is a secondary emotion as I convert things to anxiety...and some people are sad/depressed a lot as a secondary emotion due to converting other emotions to sadness.]

Anyway. What I wanted to share in this post was that a realization I've had this week about my lack of anger. This idea was shared to me by a therapist and he was sharing from Gabor Mate's book When The Body Says No. But basically, he said this sort of automatic conversion of healthy anger into sadness/fear/some other emotion can be a form of disassociation.

I was diagnosed with PTSD at 13 or 14. I've known for a long time that I sometimes disassociate...but I thought it was a pretty rare thing for me. This week I've learned that what I was classifying as disassociation is disassociation, but it's a really intense form of it. My therapist explained it as being similar to anxiety in that you can feel a little nervous, or you can have a panic attack and both are anxiety. Disassociation has a similar scale ,but I was only really recognizing my disassociation as disassociation when it was at that extreme end.

This has helped me to understand why I need such a long period of decompressing after spending time around my family. I've always been a bit annoyed with how it tends to take up my whole day, rather than me being able to come home and jump into some project or something else I want to do. I've never really understood why it bogs me down. But I think it makes sense that it's because I'm having to process my disassociation and start to really feel the feelings that I wasn't actually feeling during the event.

And so I think part of what this means for me is...I might continue to really struggle to recognize when I should set boundaries with jerks in the moment. Because when I disassociate, I disconnect somewhat from my thoughts and feelings, so I can only fully make sense of them after the fact. And so part of figuring out some of the tricky relationships in my life (basically my stepdad and my mom) will likely mean getting okay with bringing things up after the fact.

Which feels pretty awkward to me, given how talking about feelings just isn't really a thing to begin with. My knee-jerk thinking is that if I am going to call out how someone treated me, it "should" be immediate. But that might not always be realistic for me. And there's no rule that says things can't be brought back up later even though I feel like there is. So, I'm going to try to keep that in mind for the future.

#ptsd #cptsd #childhood ptsd #attachment trauma #disassociation #my post

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abitohoney · 10 months

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*Hhhhhhh* hello :s

Juuust a little something in case you want to file it away for… something, idk what. Hc? Fic? Pondering? Or don’t do anything with it all! I know you’re already bogged down with fics/hcs and god knows what else (thank you for all that btw, doing the lord’s work, I stg).

But I think the idea of Reader being that type of person who’s convinced no one can stand them and would probably off them, when in actuality, Reader’s somehow tolerated (or better 👀) by everyone they work with is hilarious.

Imagine Reader having some sort of curt or even amicable interaction with Sevika, Ran, Ambessa, Silco, ANYBODY and they’re just inwardly monologuing about, “God, they hate me, why did I say/do that, I can’t believe I’m still alive, look at their face: pure hatred.”

Meanwhile whoever they were interacting with has nothing worse than mildly positive thoughts about you and has no idea (or maybe they do?) how scared shitless and low-key self-loathing you are, lmao

This… may or may not be based on some true events, bahahaha

I sat on this for entirely too long nonny, and I do apologize for my slowness.

I am definitely bogged down, but it's mostly my own doing (so many thoughts I can't write them fast enough!!!!), so no sweat! And thank you for the compliment! 🥰

Nonny, this reader honestly could be me. At least the whole part of inner monologuing over how much people must hate me. Maybe they really do, IDK. Lol. Anyway, this is cute and relatable. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to try HCs or do a little smth else with this. Ended up deciding I’m going to incorporate this into reader’s personality in my poly Sevika x reader x Ran fic I’ve been planning for eons. I think it really fits the ✨vibe✨.

Thank you so much for the ask, nonny! Even though I'm slow to reply, I absolutely love getting these!!! 🖤🖤🖤

EDIT: here's the other requests I'll be basing the poly fic on: 1 | 2 | 3

#honey answers #requests

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gameofsevens · 9 months

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hey cowboy! for the ask game, I have a lot: 13, 16, 24, 46, 57 and 74

Howdy!

13. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

I don't know if this is a tip I saw or a rule I came up with myself, but I try not to start a sentence with the same word twice in a row. That usually applies unless I'm making a stylistic choice to repeat. One that I do know is a tip I saw once was how to tell when to start a new paragraph. I do think I'm a little too excitable when it comes to starting a new paragraph, but I think reading on my phone makes paragraphs look longer than they actually are.

16. already answered

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

I remember it clearly: sophomore year, accelerated English II. We were learning about passive and active sentences, and the teacher told us that in both creative and professional writing, you should aim to mostly use active sentences to keep your reader engaged. I then wrote a report that included a fair amount of passive sentences, and when he called me up to ask about it, he said he highlighted all the passive sentences--spoiler alert, he missed more than half of them because, like I'll say next, they didn't matter. He said I should've written those sentences he highlighted in active form, and I said "but I don't care about those sentences--they don't matter in keeping the reader engaged" because in my mind, they're transition sentences that are only there because of necessity. If you only have active sentences, it can become too much or bog down the entire piece of writing because nothing sticks out. If I want to build tension of scare the reader, I'll start by writing passively and build up to only active sentences, or if something's boring or depressing, I'll use passive sentences to portray something dull and monotonous. I still follow my own advice (and ignore his) to this day.

46. How would you describe your style?(Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

Hm, this is a hard one. I guess I would say my style aims for the reader to be able to visualize it exactly as I do in my head: I try to paint it as a picture or a movie, one that you can see every expression or twitch of the muscle, can feel the environment around you, or hear the swell or decrescendo of music as the scene moves on. So depending on what I'm writing, it changes between character, emotion, or action-driven.

57. Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished?

Usually, I wait until after I'm finished so I don't get distracted. However, with the recent big bang event, I was editing as I went, which cut it very close to posting time lol

74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

This is also a bit of a hard one, but I think there's two things. The first is "lore"—I tend to over-explain, if you couldn't tell by my lengthy answers, so I'll always stick in some explanation for characters' reasonings and actions. This is also because I don't like characters being two-dimensional, so I want to give a history for the 'why'. Another would be symbolism. I like to have a deeper meaning and purpose for objects, actions, or dialogue, and for my longer works (like Monster Party was going to build to), have stuff that will make things click in the reader's brain. I'm also a slut for Chekov's gun, so I like to sprinkle that in there when I can, but that's almost solely for longer works, like mp or some original works

#nines’ notebook #nines’ nonsense

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mad2001-4 · 1 year

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Another Age Regression story written for me (and technically my friend) so feel free to move along if you don't like it.

The nightmares delve into mentioned violence and past abuse so tread lightly.

Lucias woke in a cold sweat, tears immediately pricking its eyes. Despite its head feeling bogged down in a sensation it was still adjusting to, the nightmare still insisted to play on repeat in its head. Screams both horrified and cruelly delighted, the smell of smoke and iron wafting directly up to its nose, fear coursing through its shaky and pained body.

Its problem was it could recall every single fight it'd endured under its biological father's care. Every outcome, every face, everything that transpired afterwards, eleven years worth of torture perfectly etched into its memories and some bothered it more than others, but the one that decided to ransack its dreams tonight was the one that truly had it the most scared.

The first fight it almost genuinely lost its life. A six year old against a thirteen year old. It truly was by some miracle it survived, it wondered if it was a blessing from Satan, preparing it for its apparently destined role that would come five years later.

Regardless of that fact, it didn't feel six-years-old, it didn't even feel the millennia worth of years it was. It felt so much smaller, making the nightmare of helplessness all the more frightening. It rubbed at its eyes a moment before sitting up in bed, nervously slipping the collar of its sleep shirt into its mouth to suck and chew on. With this done, it carefully got out of bed, whimpering softly at the trembling its legs did in response to this, but it still managed its way out and towards the stairs to get something to settle its nerves.

In its younger headspace, it neglected the creaking of the stair floorboards, all exoect in to cutl into itself, sucking anxiously on its shirt at the loud, frightening noises. However, it wasn't the only one bothered, being close to the stairs, it took Raven nothing to hear this. Darcey did as well sitting up slightly.

"Who the fuck could be up at this hour?" the redhead whined.

Raven grunted, "How am I supposed to know, moron?"

"Go look and tell them to keep it down!" Darcey insisted burying himself back into the pillows.

Raven rolled his eyes slightly, "Why would I do th-" he was cut off by a thud next. He narrowed his eyes a moment before groaning softly, rubbing his face a moment before indeed getting up out of bed. As much as they all were pains in his ass, Raven still didn't really want anyone in the family hurt. Some more than others, but that was besides the point right now.

As he reached the door, Lust called out, "Hurry back, so we can cuddle!"

Raven rolled his eyes slightly but made his way out. It didn't take long for him to see the tall form of Lucias there at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing it's forehead. The hornless family member frowned gently in confusion at this. For a big guy, Lucias was quiet and agile and skilled. So this.... this sight took Raven by surprise.

"Luci?" Raven asked in a whisper moving much more careful down the stairs. Lucias jerked it's head back, red eyes widened with a fresh set of tears filling its eyes, sucking, and as a result slobbering, on the shirt. Raven furrowed his brows further.

"Hey... you ok?"

Wrath desperately wanted to conjure up the words to explain but the task felt far too big and difficult, that alone frustrated it, angered it, enough for the tears to staer to spill forwards which tipped Envy off further. Wrath hardly ever let anyone see it cry, with perhaps an exception to Salem, someone Raven was wholeheartedly considering to get.

"Hey.. talk to me, Luce, what's up? What's the matter?" he asked tone becoming more and more gentle with worry.

Lucias produced some odd hiccup noise, shaking its head, "Wawer.." was all it mustered out, trembling obvious even in its tone. Raven narrowed his eyes a moment before it all clicked into place, making perfect sense. He couldn't help his eyes widening in realization.

"Oh... oh shit," he mumbled, looking away a moment to further process before he looked back to Wrath, "Hey big guy... are..." he sucked in a breath, interrupting his train of thought of how the hell he was supposed to ask this question. It was one thing to picture childish Darcey as a little. It was a whole other thing to picture big sibling Lucias as a little.

What didn't help was he really wasn't sure how much Lucias even knew about it all, it certainly never brought up age regression or anything.

"You need some help?" he finally settled on.

Wrath sniffled slightly, rubbing at its eye a moment before nodding a little bit, "P-p'ease..." it croaked.

"Cmon little guy," Envy hummed guiding it to the kitchen, "so uh Luci... are you... little?"

Luci sniffled nodding a little bit, "Uh huh... get 'eally.... wittle... hawd t-to ta'k..."

Raven hummed finding the lidded cups Cain and Abel had kept for when the children were sick to avoid messes, "Sounds pretty little, Luce... what were you going to do down here?"

"Get wawer..."

"By yourself?" he asked gently, "You want water or milk?"

Lucias started to nod before its eyes lit up a little at the offer, "Mi'kie...? Wa'm... wike Muddy make it?"

Raven paused at that, but made some quick assumptions, "Sure buddy," he hummed filling it up before popping it in the microwave a moment, "Muddy... is that Sal?"

Lucias nodded, "Uh huh... Muddy... make f'om... mummy a-an' daddy..."

Raven hummed softly, put slightly at ease knowing Wrath didn't take care of itself like this, "I see... cute pick," he hummed gently, "Do you know if your Muddy is awake?"

"Sure am," a third voice came quietly making the two look over, Raven sighing relieved as Lucias's eyes lit up.

"Muddy!" it cooed cheerfully.

Salem chuckled, coming over and hugging Wrath's head to their body gently, "Hi bear," she cooed softly, "what's my bitsy baby doing up?"

"Bad d'eam, Muddy," Lucias whimpered gently nuzzling them, being careful of its horns so it wouldn't poke them, "get wawer... Ven hewp.."

"I see," he murmured, kissing its forehead gently, "Thank you for helping Raven... I appreciate it. I can handle it now though if you want to head back to bed."

Raven nodded slightly retrieving the cup and setting it in front of Lucias before starting to walk away, "Wait," Sloth called softly making him pause in his steps, "how'd you know about Luce and little space?"

Raven hummed, he sure wasn't going to expose himself but he fended off a smirk as he answered, "Darcey, he's got one too."

Salem hummed softly, understanding, before looking down at a little whine from Lucias who was trying to suck both on the straw and its shirt, "Oh bitty, you gotta let go of your shirt first," she cooed, gently pulling the shirt collar down allowing Lucias to slip the straw in and properly drink from it, "There you go... now we can cuddle and make that bad dream go away."

Raven snorted slightly but left the two to their devices to head to his room once more. Hearing the door, Darcey popped his head back up.

"About time.." he slurred, holding his arms out with a yawn, "what happened?"

Raven shook his head gently crawling into bed and pulling Darcey on top of him slightly, "Nothing interesting," he fibbed, not wanting to spill Lucias's secret if it wasn't ready.

Darcey hummed nuzzling him gently, "Missed you..." he mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck once settled.

Raven hummed again, "Get some rest, Darce, it's late," he murmured gently. As Raven drifted off, however, he couldn't help but wonder just how many other family members were secretly living a little life on the side.

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momolady · 2 years

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Bear the Goblin: Part One

A fun little romp featuring an adventurous goblin barbarian and her favorite hangout spot. After a great quest, she loves nothing more than going back to the place she feels most comfortable and taking part in her favorite hobby.

Female Main Character/Monster (cis) x Multiple Partners

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There is so much in this world to enjoy, I can’t understand why some people get so bogged down. Even during bad times, surely there is something you can look at and go ‘Ah, that’s worth a smile’. Ever since I was little I was like this, not because I consider myself overly optimistic or anything. I seemed to be able to get excited about whatever.

My father was a highly sought out blacksmith, so our home was always filled with all sorts of adventurers, rogues, hunters, and whatever. They come to my father wanting all these amazing weapons or armor and I would just be in awe of them. As I got a little older, I would make them in awe of me. This led to me being kicked out of the house, but it was even a reason for me to get excited. I joined with a group of travelers, picked up an axe, and I went out into the world as one of those people I had been in awe of for so long. I didn’t surprise me at all I was good at it, what did surprise me was how much I loved it.

Traveling, fighting, hunting, doing whatever I wanted was great. I got to meet so many people and do so many amazing things. I would go home occasionally, but my favorite place in the world to go to was the Granmouth Pub. It had become more home to me than anywhere.

The owner, Moth, had become a good friend over the years and he had a room for me whenever I needed it. I suppose I could be a nuisance to him too, but we always kissed and made up eventually.

Strolling in one evening after a long journey, I noticed a large group in the back all huddled together. Approaching the bar, I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. They all looked fresh and new, excited but slightly scared.

“Don’t even think about it, Bear.” Moth growled at me.

“What?” I huffed back at him as I leaned over the bar.

Moth glared at me, his dark eyes bore into me. He knew me too well, and that was a problem. “Don’t ‘what’ me, you aggravating half-pint.” He thrust a stein of beer at me. Moth was a massive half-orc fella, and nicknamed so because of the birthmark that covered his face which looked like, well, a moth. I used to flirt hard with him in the beginning of our friendship, but now we trade barbs like any close friends.

“Just looking. I can look, can't I?” I turned back to the young group, seeing amongst their ranks a couple of orcs, a minotaur, a tiefling, and a rakshasa.

“‘Looking’ for you often means something else,” Moth snarled. “Things have been quiet since you were last here and I’ve found I enjoyed it.”

I smirked back at him. “As if you don’t miss me sucking your cock.”

Moth’s nostrils flared as he glared down at me. “Do you ever get tired?”

“Never. My stamina is vast and as far as I know, bottomless.” I hand him back the empty stein. “Unlike your tap.”

Moth grumbled something under his breath as he refilled my mug. “They’re a young group, refugees from Obresh.”

I clicked my tongue as I looked back at the group. “I see.”

Moth gripped my hand as I tried to take my beer. He flashed me a warning look. “I know I can’t stop you from doing anything, Bear. Just go easy on them.”

I snickered and freed myself from him. “You make me sound like some sort of troublemaker.”

Moth didn’t like my joke. “You are.”

I got up from my stool and strolled over towards the table. One of the Orcs caught sight of me first and quickly pulled up the map they were looking over. The others all turned to look at me and a couple stiffened into a defensive position. They all looked ready for the part as a ragtag team, but I could smell how fresh they were. They hadn’t been at this long, if at all. Being a veteran in this field, I would be willing to offer my services to them.

I put on my best smile just for them. “Fine group you have gathered here. What’s the deal?”

The tiefling’s eyes narrowed upon me, glinting bright gold in the torch light. He glanced back to the orc who I assumed was the leader. “What’s your deal?” The tiefling tossed at me.

“Just a lonely little goblin who sees an exhausted crew.” I raised my stein to them. “Simply wish to make some decent conversation.”

The one orc glared at me while the rest seemed to wait for his command. “We’re fine, thank you.”

Polite fella! Big and polite, always a good combo. “Come now, it looks like you could use some feminine company.”

The tiefling cleared his throat then quickly looked away.

“Oh? Are you still listening to mommy and not talking to strangers?” I giggled. “Well, let me remedy that. My name is Bear-”

“Bear?” The minotaur balked. “As in the goblin barbarian?”

I smiled proudly. They had heard of me! “That’s right.”

“No way,” the second orc laughed. “You look way too small to be Bear.”

The first orc glared at him. “Facer, shut up.”

“I’d be happy to prove myself to you boys if you don’t believe me. Always happy to do that.” I finished off my beer and set the stein aside. “I’m happy for any sort of company on this fine evening.”

The first orc turned away from his friends and looked at me. “Sorry, ma’am-”

“Ma’am?” I blurted and behind me I heard Moth clear his throat loudly.

The leader orc was frowning as he looked at me. “We’re just tired, we really don’t want any trouble.”

“I wasn’t offering trouble until your little friend tried questioning me.” I glanced back to the one he called Facer. “Also, it’s quite rude to not introduce yourself after I so graciously did.”

“Brom, I’m Brom,” the minotaur said instantly, despite the exasperated look on their leader’s face.

The tiefling sighed. “I’m Spring and this is Prem,” he motioned to the rakshasa. “He’s shy.”

“And you’re Facer,” I smirked to the second orc whos till looked pissed. I grinned up at the leader. “And who might you be, young man?”

His brow pinched. “Sarod.”

“Oh! Like the old god. Your parents must have hated them to name you that,” I laughed.

Sarod sneered down at me. “Listen, we’re kind of busy and hoping to get some rest soon. It’s been nice meeting you-”

“You haven’t met me just yet!” I interrupted. I hopped up, taking the seat beside Sarod. “That evening has just gotten started! What’s the rush to end it so soon?” I placed my hand on Sarod’s thigh, slowly moving it up and down. “Besides, I can’t help but feel like you need my services.”

Sarod’s face turned a darker shade of red but he didn’t move a muscle.

“Because you’re a mercenary right?” Spring asked. He had dark wine red skin and curly black hair. He was so pretty I might have been jealous.

“That too,” I chuckled. “I'm actually looking for a crew to join. I wouldn’t mind teaming up with a bunch of strapping young men like yourself.” My hand in Sarod’s lap was moving towards something warm, something delicious.

“How do we even know you’re ‘the Bear’,” Facer scoffed. “You look like some scrawny goblin from where I’m sitting.”

I cut my eyes at him, he sounded so bratty. “I offered to show you. Why not take me up on it? Or are you afraid?”

Facer scoffed and looked away.

Brom leaned over the table towards me. “Is it true that you found the lost city of Bougaize?”

I smirked, continuing to pet Sarod’s lap under the table. “I wouldn’t call it a city, so much as a bunch of ruins. But yes, I did. It was being used as a hideout for the Nethermark thieves.”

“They’re a fairy tale,” Facer scoffed.

“Are they?” I took my hand off Sarod’s for one second to remove a keepsake from my bag of lucky charms. I laid out the Nethermark emblem on the table for them to inspect. “Sometimes fairy tales have a hint of truth to them.”

They huddled around to get a look at the carved stone emblem. I had taken it from one of the thieves after a good fight. They had kidnapped a rich trademan’s son for ransom and I got him back.

“How do we know this isn’t fake?” Facer wasn’t going to be fooled, not that I was trying or anything.

I snatched back the charm and put it away. “You don’t, but I do.” I then saw two guys come into the bar that I knew. I blew them both and they left me with nothing. I put them on my shit list after that. Anyone who doesn’t reciprocate a lady isn’t worth the time of day. Of course, they noticed me and approached the table.

“Hey Bear, long time no see,” one said.

“Would like to see you like we used to,” the other laughed.

I inched closer to Sarod. “I told y'all you wouldn’t be seeing me that way ever again.” I found the source of Sarod’s heat, and my god, it was huge.

The first guy grabbed my arm. “Come on Bear, let us make it up to you.”

I slapped his hand away. “Fuck off. Can’t you see I’m with my friends?” Spring and Prem both flinched at this comment.

I was grabbed again, but this time I kicked him hard. The second guy rushed the table and Spring reacted, hitting them down. There was silence for a long pause, but soon, the bar erupted into a brawl. I knew I’d owe Moth for this, but I always ended up in debt to him one way or another.

Some tables and chairs were destroyed at the end of the evening, but luckily none of the windows were harmed. Moth closed down for the evening while I took the hapless group to the back to tend to whatever wounds they had.

Facer had a nasty cut on his forehead that I took care of first. “You fight pretty good,” he mumbled.

I smirked. “I know.”

“Sorry things got out of hand,” Spring said.

“You boys did good, nothing to be worried about. In fact, I think I owe you all a reward.” I took off my top and exposed my breasts to them. I could see their gazes change, and the energy of the room crackled. I smirked as Moth came into the back and rolled his eyes at me.

“Just don’t break anything else,” he growled and shut the door.

Facer reached out, touching one of my soft breasts with his big hand. I moaned softly in reply, letting them know I was ready and willing for anything. Silent little Prem came forward, placing his warm, wet mouth around my other breast. His rough tongue felt amazing against my skin and I broke into a huge, hungry grin.

“You sure about this?” Sarod growled.

I moaned again as Facer got closer and Prem’s mouth glided down my side. “It’s my favorite thing in the world besides fighting, and I’ve already done that tonight.”

Sarod licked his lips, watching as Facer took out his cock and placed it in my hand. I stroked the young orc, marveling at his girth even when soft. Prem was going lower, kneeling down before me and removing my loincloth. Spring stepped in, also placing his cock in my hand. He was nice and long, and such a pretty color. I stroked him with Facer, biting my lip as I imagined what these young men could do to me. I cried out as Prem began licking me below, his rough tongue pressed between my mound, finding my clit hot and ready.

“Such a good boy, Prem,” I giggled. “Oh fuck, that tongue!”

Spring turned my head and pressed the tip of his cock against my lips. “Speaking of tongue.” I let his cock in, happily slurping upon it as Brom came forward, taking my now free hand. He was heavy and had a set of balls that could kill a man if he used them right. In the back, Sarod watched us, his cock pulsing hard against his pants.

Prem was now purring against me and the vibrations were driving me wild. I gagged on Spring’s cock and had to pull back to catch a breath, only for Facer to thrust his thick shaft into my mouth. This was exactly what I wanted. All this handsome young men using me and fucking me, I never felt more alive. I caught Spring and Brom kissing so I turned and sucked Brom’s cock. Facer rubbed his soaking cock against my breast, and Prem slid his fingers inside me.

Sarod finally approached, he dropped his pants and picked me up to kiss me. I moaned against his lips, tasting a bit of blood from the fight earlier. He then took me, sliding his giant cock inside me. Thank god for Prem and his feasting, or he might have never fit. Sarod was the second biggest dick I’d ever had. The first belonged to Moth.

Prem stepped up, putting his cock in my mouth. I was suspended between the two, taking them both as they thrust into me. Prem’s cock was trembling already, and his sweet, delicate moans made me grow even more excited. Sarod’s was silent, thrusting deep into my pussy while his hands dug hard into my hips.

The other watches, stroking themselves as they took int he sight. Spring knelt down, sucking their cocks like I had before. I felt a kindred spirit with Spring, we were cut from the same cloth. Prem pulled away, huffing and puffing even though he hadn’t come yet. He stroked himself to finish, coming all over my face and stuck out tongue. Facer took his place, thrusting into my mouth as far as he could.

“Sarod, let me have a turn,” Spring purred. His fingers trailed around my spread lips and then to my ass. He used my honey to slick his fingers and slip them inside. I moaned against Facer’s cock, which was starting to tremble.

Facer wasn’t ready to come, so he pulled away. We moved to the ground and Sarod slipped back inside me. Spring got behind me, kissing my ass then licking the tight pucker. I cried out, wriggling against Sarod’s cock as Spring’s tongue slipped into my ass.

Broms stepped forward, slipping into my mouth to muffle my cries. Spring then stood, and ever so slowly, he entered me. Finally, I was full. I could be content like this, being used and fucked until their balls were drained. Brom was the next to come, pouring his load down my throat and a little onto Sarod’s face. I licked up the mess, letting Sarod’s taste it.

Facer waited, watching as Spring and Sarod stir me up. Spring didn’t come, but he did pull out of me. He let Facer take his place and watched gleefully until Prem came forward and started sucking his cock.

“You boys do this often?” I teased Sarod.

Sarod growled, he showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. I could fall for a guy like Sarod. He changed positions again, standing up so that I was sandwiched between him and Facer. It was there I came, gushing down Sarod’s cock and crying out against Facer’s lips. I tightened and squeezed them both, knowing someone would have to follow soon. Facer was next, finishing inside me where I could feel his hot seed even after he pulled out. I was then left alone with Sarod bouncing me on his cock, using me like a toy. He stroked me up and down his massive cock, still no end in sight.

Thanks to their youth, the boys had gotten hard again. I became spit roasted again between Sarod and Brom, who was being fucked by Spring at the same time. Their thrusts were hard and powerful, and Brom came a second time down my throat. Prem knelt below Sarod, licking my clit and Sarod’s balls. The sensation was wonderful and I came again, somehow stronger than before. My body was growing weak and they were able to move me around more easily. Still, Sarod’s stamina had not given out. Even as the others were tiring, he was still going, still fucking me even as I became a rag doll.

When Sarod was close his cock began to twitch. Deep inside there was a yearning for it. I had been waiting all evening for this. I managed to pick myself up and respond to his thrusts. I squeezed tight around him, silently begging for his release. Sarod snarled and growled, his thrusts growing harder each time. He was wrecking my guts, he was so deep, and I loved it. His massive cock pulsed within me, urging me closer to another orgasam. I whined and whimpered, so weak from their affections and efforts. I would be sore and useless in the morning, and I had to pay off my debts to Moth. Sarod roared, bucking deep into me and nearly lifting me off the floor. I screamed, overcome by so many sensations. Sarod filled me so full it started leaking out. He pulled out to see the damage his cock had done. Pleased with himself, he smiled and opened me up to watch all his seed drip from me. I was smug in my victory, having conquered all five of them, I couldn’t be more pleased.

Once all of them were asleep, I gathered my things and went into the pub to get something to drink. At first I didn’t notice Moth, but when he rose from a table I was startled.

“Have fun?” He scoffed.

“What’re you doing up? You scared me.” I poured myself some beer, drinking deeply. My throat felt sore and I could barely walk, which made this beer taste even better.

Moth walked behind the bar where I stood. I looked up at him, seeing the hungry look in his eyes. “You could have joined us.”

Moth picked me up and set me on the bar, spreading my legs to look at me. His fingers gently touched my lips, so used and stretched by Sarod’s cock. More seed spilled onto Moth’s clean bar and he moaned deep within his chest.

“Sorry about the mess, you know I’m good for it.” I wriggled my hips out a little further so he could see even my tight pucker was used.

Moth leaned down, licking me and slurping up the mess. I was so sensitive that it was a mix of absolute pleasure and a touch of pain. I wiggled as he licked me, even cleaning my ass. He stepped back, wiping his mouth as he glared at me. “Rest up,” he snarled. “You’re paying off your debt tomorrow.”

“I know,” I smirked. “And I’m looking forward to it.”

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Things between the Nie brothers are not always nice and happy, they fight, just like any other pair of brothers, and sometimes things are said, sometimes these things are heavy and painful. Sometimes they're said in the wrong moment (maybe at the eve of a battle? Sunshot campaign?) and huaisang doesn't know what to do with the broken look his brother gives him before leaving the unclean realm. Because what if he doesn't return? What if the last thing he said to him was how much he hated the man he became?

Labyrinth - ao3

“But I didn’t mean to wish him away!” Nie Huaisang cried out.

“That’s really too bad,” the goblin king said, looking pleasant and humble and charming the way he always did, even in his cape of glittering gold and high-browed hat. “I wish there was something I could do for you, but the rules are the rules. You wished him away, and I took him.”

“Aren’t you supposed to only take babies?” Nie Huaisang demanded.

“Your brother’s enough of a crybaby to count, it’s close enough.”

“It is not!” Nie Huaisang wrung his hands. “You don’t understand, the last thing I said to him was that I hated him! Meng Yao, please!”

“It’s Jin Guangyao,” the goblin king corrected. His smile looked a bit strained. “Listen, do you think I’m happy about this? He’s my sworn brother! I’m only doing what I have to –”

“Oh, save it for Lan Xichen,” Nie Huaisang growled. “Show me the labyrinth already.”

“You’re going to face the labyrinth,” the goblin king said. His voice was very polite, and yet still expressed significant doubt. “You.”

“Yeah, me!”

“You remember that it goes ‘through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered’, right? Not ‘through a nice teacher and a forgiving grading system’?”

“Yeah, well, your father is a fragging aardvark. Let me at the labyrinth already!”

“You know what,” Nie Huaisang said thoughtfully. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

The life-sized animated puppet blinked at him. “You – don’t want my help?”

“Nope. I’m good.”

“You haven’t even gotten into the labyrinth yet!”

“It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t have a chance to get in,” Nie Huaisang said, patting around his sleeve and pulling out a fan. “So I’m just going to walk over and beat at the wall till something happens.”

The puppet followed him, staring blankly. Quite a change from his original apologetic ‘I’m sorry, I’m busy with my own things, I really can’t help you, also it’s too dangerous and you shouldn’t go’ response.

“You were blackmailing me to help you just a moment ago,” the puppet said after a little. “Don’t you need a guide?”

“Listen, I’m bad at memorizing things and I’m a little useless, but I’m not actually dumb,” Nie Huaisang said, fanning himself. “Jin Guangyao is a demon of the mind above all else, and the labyrinth is supposed to be ‘fair’ – which means, more than likely, that the labyrinth is a reflection of the subconscious, specially tailored to each person’s strengths and weaknesses. And that means that you, who sound exactly like Lan Xichen, are almost certainly a set-up sent by Jin Guangyao to ‘reluctantly’ aid me and then betray me.”

“Uh,” Lan Xichen-the-puppet said. “My name’s Hoggle, actually.”

“Whatever makes you feel better, er-ge…A-ha!” Nie Huaisang beamed at the gates that automatically opened. “Perfect!”

“Oh, don’t go that way,” the worm said. “Never go that way. And are you sure you don’t want to come in for a cup of tea?”

“No time,” Nie Huaisang said. “Thanks a lot – wait.”

The worm blinked at him.

“You’re a pretty attractive worm, in a slimy sort of way,” Nie Huaisang said, frowning at him.

The worm blinked again. “Why, thanks!”

“No, that’s not what I meant. Is your name Su She, by chance?”

“Definitely not!”

“Mm. Oddly vehement of you. Never mind. Just, quick, could you tell me exactly why do I not want to go that way?”

“I don’t suppose straight ahead is an option?”

The hands-faces stared at him.

“I’m just saying, I feel like most of my problems so far have come from the fact that I decided to accept the whole concept of turns. It seems like a mistake.”

“…it’s a labyrinth,” another set of the hands said. “You have to make turns!”

Nie Huaisang shook his head mournfully. “I should’ve brought Baxia or something and just – ZIP. Gone straight through. You know what I mean?”

“I’m dropping you in the oubliette regardless of your decision,” the first set of the hands said. It sounded a bit like Sect Leader Yao. “Just so you know.”

“My life is so hard,” Nie Huaisang sighed. “So hard! Do you know what it’s like to be overlooked by everyone? Do you know how hard I have to work at being this useless?”

“Drop him,” the set of hands that sounded like Sect Leader Ouyang said, and the set of hands that sounded like Sect Leader Yao said, “Yes. Now!”

Down Nie Huaisang went.

“I can take you back to the beginning of the labyrinth,” Lan Xichen offered.

“What, and waste all that time? I have a time limit, er-ge!”

“It’s better than being stuck in an oubliette. That’s where they put people to forget about them, you know.”

Nie Huaisang’s eyes filled with tears. “You want to forget me, er-ge? You think I’m useless, don’t you? A good-for-nothing, who’ll never amount to anything –”

“Please don’t cry.”

“ER-GE! WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME!”

“Please stop crying!”

“So what’s the point of you?” Nie Huaisang asked the Wise Man with the Talking Hat.

“Not everyone exists to contribute to your storyline,” the Talking Hat snapped at him. “Some of us’ve got our own problems. Now hand over the candy!”

“Don’t be mean,” the Wise Man said. He had a white cloth over his eyes, and was smiling like he found the hat funny.

“Awww, but daozhang…!”

“Different plotline entirely, I guess,” Nie Huaisang decided. “Probably just here as a foil. Shall we keep going, er-ge?”

“I can’t believe you scammed me to get out of the oubliette,” Lan Xichen mumbled. “I can’t believe…”

“Oh, leave him alone, he’s just sensitive!” Nie Huaisang snapped.

“Am not!” the upside-down creature snarled, curled up on itself and trying to hide from all those that had been hitting him. Its fur was a vivid sort of purple. “Go away!”

“Don’t you have some sort of special power to help you here,” Nie Huaisang asked him as he tried to get him down before the goblins came back with weapons. “Rocks, maybe?”

“…lightning?”

“Well then get to it, will you?” Nie Huaisang frowned. “Wait. Lightning, constantly being tormented, terrible at communication, and purple? You’re Jiang Cheng, aren’t you?”

“…maybe.”

“Well then get down faster! I need to copy someone’s notes here!”

“Leave me aloooooooone!” Nie Huaisang howled, running away from the measuring snake.

“Wow,” Lan Xichen said, holding his cheek. “You kissed me.”

“You saved me from the snakes,” Nie Huaisang said. “Can we focus on how we’re in this awful stinking bog?”

“It’s not that bad!” a voice piped up. “I don’t smell anything!”

Nie Huaisang turned to stare, then pinched the bridge of his nose. “Of course you don’t,” he said. “I bet the total absence of a sense of smell helps when you eat spicy food, Wei-xiong.”

“There’s nothing wrong with spicy food!”

“You’re short,” Nie Huaisang informed the small goblin-like creature with the big grin and the red ribbon in its hair. It looked vaguely fox-like, or possibly like certain large breeds of rabbit.

“Why you..!” Wei Wuxian crossed his furry little paws over his chest. “Just for that, I’m not going to help you.”

“Uh-huh,” Nie Huaisang said. “Really. That’s awful…oh no! A dog!”

Wei Wuxian jumped high into the air. “A dog?! Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan! Save me!”

Much to Nie Huaisang’s surprise, a furry dog immediately darted out of nowhere – only Wei Wuxian didn’t seem afraid of it, but rather hid behind it, teeth chattering.

Truly, Nie Huaisang reflected, the eyes of love are blind.

“I think the ‘dog’ is gone now,” he said. “Your brave and noble Lan Wangji must’ve scared him away.”

Wei Wuxian’s head popped out from behind dog-Wangji. “Well, Lan Zhan is really cool…hey. Are you trying to manipulate me?”

“Is it working?”

“No!”

“So you won’t help me?”

“No!”

“Not even if it means you get to figure out a really tricky puzzle?”

“No – wait. A puzzle?”

“I can’t believe this is going to work,” Lan Xichen muttered from behind Nie Huaisang. “I mean, I can. But also…Wangji…I love you, but you could do so much better than this.”

“Ugh,” Nie Huaisang said. “I’m so thirsty.”

“Have some Emperor’s Smile,” Lan Xichen said, offering a jar.

“Amazing,” Nie Huaisang said, accepting it and taking a swing. “I had my doubts, you know, but you’re actually good for something after all, er-ge –”

The golden bird was Nie Huaisang’s favorite.

He’d worked so hard to bring it back to his aviary – it couldn’t be forced, he knew; it would play along at first but in the end it would turn on you and bite you. It had to be coaxed with gentleness and kindness, approached indirectly so as not to spook it, convince it that you really did mean well – that you were harmless, that it had no reason to fear you. It was arrogant, too, proud of its shining feathers and ashamed of the brown plumage of its chick days, which still remained visible on its tender underbelly. Ironically, that was Nie Huaisang’s favorite part of it, the soft and gentle part; it might not be as pretty as the gold, but it felt more genuine.

Nie Huaisang smiled as he brushed the beautiful feathers, and the golden bird allowed him. He felt cherished, treasured. So what if he had to hide all the sharp parts of himself to get this close?

It was fine. He didn’t like to be sharp.

He wanted to be soft. Soft and gentle, careless and free, relaxed and without effort, good for nothing –

Wait.

No!

“It’s all junk,” Nie Huaisang hissed at the pile of burning fans, tears in his eyes. “I want my da-ge!”

“You’re all right!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed, helping pulled Nie Huaisang up.

“Huaisang-xiong,” Jiang Cheng said, looking relieved. “You’re back.”

“We have to go to the temple beyond the Goblin City,” Nie Huaisang said, teeth gritted together. “We have to. I won’t let that bastard…we’re going to go there and throw all his damned tricks right in his face!”

“Just us?” Wei Wuxian asked. “I mean, I’m awesome, Lan Zhan is fantastic, and of course Jiang Cheng is great, too, but…uh…there’s a lot of goblins in the city.”

“We’ll sneak in,” Nie Huaisang said. “He thinks he’s sidelined me entirely – he thinks I’m useless. He won’t be expecting me to get this far.”

“I can get help,” Jiang Cheng said. “I have friends.”

“…not to be rude, Jiang-xiong,” Nie Huaisang said. “But – really?”

“You know what,” Nie Huaisang said, eyeing the pile of rocks following Jiang Cheng around, each one painted with a name. One of the names was yellow. Two were in white, with forehead ribbons. “This is fine. I feel like it says something really rude about my empathy for and interest in our junior generation, or lack thereof, but you know what? I don’t care. It’s fine.”

“You saved me,” Nie Huaisang said blankly, looking at Lan Xichen, who shrugged, abashed. The remains of the mechanical temple guard were scattered all over. “Over – him?”

“Huaisang –”

“No,” Nie Huaisang said, holding up his hands. “Don’t. Don’t…I don’t want to hear you talk.”

Lan Xichen’s head dropped down and he looked at the ground. “You knew from the beginning what I was like,” he murmured. “I never tried to hide it –”

“I forgive you for being what you are,” Nie Huaisang told him, and Lan Xichen looked up at him, startled and pleased. “I forgive you for not having the backbone to stand up against Jin Guangyao for me – or for da-ge. For being willfully blind for so long, for needing someone else’s proof of his ill-intentions, for always picking him first, for never trusting me…I forgive you, even if you’d never forgive me for the same.”

He dashed away the angry tears in his eyes.

“I just wish this wasn’t a fucking metaphor.”

Nie Huaisang left the fighting to the people who knew what to do – Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng, even the rock-juniors – and went to the temple at the center of the city alone.

Some things, he knew, needed to be done alone, even if it was the type of alone when you were surrounded by other people. Even when those other people stood by his side and made him promise that if he needed them, he would only need to call. Some things…

“I want my da-ge back,” he said to the maze of stairs.

“Then go and find him,” Jin Guangyao replied, looking smug, and Nie Huaisang had to go up and down all those fucking stairs, because Jin Guangyao was nothing if not predictable with his trauma, looking all over, looking for –

Looking for pieces.

“It’s just a metaphor,” he whispered to himself, ignoring how tears were streaming down his face. “It’s just – I need to put him back together, it’s fine. I’m not too late – I’m not too late –”

Jin Guangyao held Nie Mingjue’s head in his hands, blinded and gagged and bound with talismans, pulled out of whatever oubliette he'd shoved it into to forget about what he'd done. “Beware, Huaisang,” he said, still smiling. Always smiling. “I’ve been generous up until now, but I can be cruel.”

Nie Huaisang laughed, scoffing. “Generous? What have you done for me that’s generous?”

“Everything! Everything you’ve wanted, I’ve done – I cared for you, I gave you attention, I got you out of work, doing your schoolwork for you and coming up with excuses to get you out of saber training. I gave you presents, fans and pretty clothing, and when that brute of a brother of yours tried to take them from you, I rescued you. And then I even managed your sect for you, answered all of your questions, any time you had – Huaisang, I’m exhausted trying to live up to your expectations of me. Isn’t that generous?”

Nie Huaisang bared his teeth. “Half of those are burdens that only fell on me because of you. Why should it matter to me that cleaning up your own mess and satisfying your own guilt is hard? Why should I pay such a price when all I wanted was to be your friend? When all da-ge wanted was to be your friend? How dare you, Meng Yao!”

“Huaisang…” Jin Guangyao shook his head mournfully. “Huaisang, the last step here is to say the words to break the spell. But you were never good at memorization, were you?”

Nie Huaisang bit his lip until he drew blood.

“Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered,” he said. “I have fought my way here to the temple beyond the goblin city –”

“Huaisang, stop! Look at what you’re risking here. You know how everyone loves me – do you think anyone will forgive you for taking me down, for tricking them all? You’ll be all alone!”

I already am, Nie Huaisang thought.

“My will is as strong as yours,” he said. “And my kingdom is as great…”

His voice trailed off.

“I ask for so little,” Jin Guangyao said beseechingly, convincingly, looking just like he always did, like the man who'd been their friend. “Just let me fool you, and you can have anything you want. No responsibilities, no stress, a life of your own. You can even have Lan Xichen, if that’s what you want…”

What’s the last line, Nie Huaisang thought, hating himself for being such a poor student, for cramming things into his mind without any order, for never being able to retain a single drop of it no matter how hard he tried. What is it? Why can’t I ever remember?

“It’d be so easy,” Jin Guangyao crooned. “Much easier than this. Just fear me, love me, believe me, and I’ll be your slave.”

Sharp teeth in a false smile.

Nie Huaisang shook in terror. He couldn’t – his da-ge needed him – he couldn’t be afraid, couldn’t be a coward, couldn’t be good-for-nothing – couldn’t let Jin Guangyao win – couldn’t let him –

That was it.

Nie Huaisang raised his head until his eyes met his enemy’s.

Sensing something wrong, Jin Guangyao’s eternal smile dimmed, and he began to step forward, reaching out, but it was too late.

“You have no power over me,” Nie Huaisang declared, and the world within a world collapsed.

Nie Huaisang opened his eyes.

Nie Huaisang sat in his desk in the Unclean Realm, trying to amuse himself by trying to figure out what exactly he’d eaten the night before that had given him such bizarre dreams. It was not successful, on account of him being alone.

Alone, just as he had been every night, and every day as well, since the success of his scheme at the Guanyin Temple.

Just as the dream-Jin Guangyao had threatened.

It wasn’t that Nie Huaisang regretted what he had done – the dream was clear enough about that; he’d do it all again in a heartbeat if he had to. But in the dream he’d been working alongside his former friends, with Lan Xichen betraying but then returning to him, with Wei Wuxian dragging Lan Wangji around, with stone-faced Jiang Cheng and the rather interchangeable junior squad behind him…and in his dream, in the end, they’d let him go to take his revenge, telling him that if he needed them for any reason, he could just call.

Just call, and they’d come back to him. Instead of turning from him in disgust, they’d stand by his side…

“Stupid subconscious,” Nie Huaisang mumbled to himself. “What do you expect? That I'd write to them and say ‘for no real reason at all, I find that I rather need you’?”

Silence answered him.

“Well, I do,” he said with a sigh, putting his chin on his hands. “Does that make you happy? I do need you.”

“You do?” Wei Wuxian’s voice rang out, and Nie Huaisang jumped nearly out of his skin. “Well, why didn’t you say so?”

Nie Huaisang turned, staring: it was Wei Wuxian at the door, the human version of him, and of course there was Lan Wangji right before him, and Jiang Cheng, and the (still mostly interchangeable) juniors, and – and even Lan Xichen, who Nie Huaisang was sure had gone into seclusion with no intent to leave.

“What are you doing here?” Nie Huaisang squeaked. And why hadn’t any of his sect disciples warned him?

“We just bullied our way though the door before anyone could stop us,” Wei Wuxian said cheerfully, answering the unspoken question first. “As for the rest – it turns out that I had the strangest dream the other night, really, truly bizarre, and obviously I had to tell Lan Zhan all about it, except it turned out he had a strange dream too.”

Nie Huaisang’s jaw dropped. “But –”

“I felt da-ge’s qi woven into the labyrinth,” Lan Xichen said quietly. “I thought it’d have long ago dissipated or been locked away, but – it was there, in every stone, in every turn. Every obstacle that didn’t really hurt you, every goblin that was more silly than scary…he was there. It was unmistakable.”

Nie Huaisang swallowed. The story of the labyrinth, baby-stealing wish-granting goblin king and all, had been one that Nie Mingjue had told him as a bedtime story, when he'd been a child in need of comfort; he hadn’t thought of it in years before last night. “But…why…?”

“Because Chifeng-zun has a demented sense of humor?” Jiang Cheng suggested, looking irritated.

“Jiujiu means that he hasn’t had that much fun in years, and also that you should throw a party,” Jin Ling said. “You are hosting all three of the sect leaders of all the other Great Sects. Also, why were we rocks?”

“Uh, no idea,” Nie Huaisang said. “Da-ge’s weird sense of humor, no doubt! Anyway, did you say party? I can do a party!”

He rushed out of the room, calling for his servants, calling for them to bring food and wine and tea, and as he did, he looked out of the window – a golden bird was flying away, looking hunted as if something was chasing it, and even as he watched, it crossed the borders of the Unclean Realm and suddenly dissolved into a fizzle of golden dust.

Nie Huaisang put his hand on the stone wall, and felt a familiar echo.

A very familiar echo.

“Oh,” he said, to his servants, feeling somehow simultaneously sheepish and filled with joy. “And while you’re at it, can you bring me my saber? I seem to have – misplaced it…”

#mdzs #nie huaisang #jin guangyao #lan xichen #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #lan wangji #su she #sect leader yao #sect leader ouyang #xiao xingchen #xue yang #my fic #my fics #labyrinth

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years

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Weighted Blanket

I blame the Bog for enabling me here. This got out of hand. It was just gonna be a cute little drabble I swear yall. But the feels took over? I want a Geralt for myself? Preferably the fanon himbo variety? Idk fam, ya get what ya get today.

Warnings: anxiety/anxiety attack (not panic attack), new established relationship, Jask feels like he has to hide his anxiety from people, Geralt being a soft ass himbo, someone plz find me one? plz?

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Jaskier had spent the night at Geralt’s a few times and he was always incredibly nervous until Geralt opened the door. He adjusted his backpack strap and tapped his foot on the concrete porch and felt a little bit like a child at a playdate. He was a grown ass man. This wasn’t that big of a deal. At least that's what he told himself while he waited for Geralt to scramble out of whatever pretzel yoga pose he was undoubtedly in. Jaskier was all for taking care of himself, he just preferred the ‘extra whip and a pedicure’ style rather than ‘whole foods and regular exercise’ route. He was worried Geralt would try to get him to go to the gym and drink kale but he seemed perfectly content to let Jaskier do what works for him.

When Geralt opened the door he had a goofy grin and his hair in a sweaty floppy bun, “You’re early,” he said it like it was a treat every time, regardless of how early Jaskier really was. Be it fifteen minutes or an hour and a half, he always looked like an excited puppy and it set Jaskier at ease.

But today he didn’t feel the tightness in his chest melt away when Geralt smiled at him. Not when he pulled him into a hug before he could utter his greeting. Not even when Geralt kissed the top of his head and rubbed his arms vigorously to warm him up because, “I know you have a sweatshirt in your backpack.”

Jaskier shrugged and leaned into his chest, “I kinda forgot.”

“You weren’t cold?”

“Well now that you mention it....” Jaskier forced a playful tone and got two handfuls of Geralt’s ass, that wonderful, perky ass. And it did absolutely nothing to him.

Geralt frowned and tilted his head, brushing the damp hair out of jaskier’s eyes, “I was gonna invite you to shower. But you don’t sound excited.”

Jaskier sighed and gave him a weak smile, “I want to be excited.”

Geralt just tilted his head the other direction and tightened his grip on Jaskier’s shoulders and oh wasn’t that nice. That eased the ache a little bit.

“I’m just a little anxious from work,” Jaskier assured him, patting his hands over Geralt’s perky asscheeks, “Go shower. I’ll be good by the time you’re done.”

“Are you sure?” Geralt slouched just a bit to draw Jaskier’s eyes to his, “Come with? I’ll wash your hair?”

Jaskier shook his head with a little smile, “Tempting. But I’ll drink some tea under my blanket then we can enjoy our evening.”

Geralt kissed his forehead and gave him a quick but firm hug before darting down the hallway to rush through his shower. Jaskier measured his breathing as he made tea, now fairly familiar with Geralt’s kitchen, and settled down on the couch to dig through his backpack for his weighted blanket.

Only it wasn’t there. His backpack had felt light when he left but it was just such a hectic day and he’d just wanted to see Geralt so bad.

“Fuck,” he whispered, seeing his hands start to shake as he rezipped his pack, “It’s just a little anxiety Jask. It’s fine. You are fine. It isn’t the end of the world. It will pass. It’s just because that asshole yelled at you, not anything to do with Geralt. You two are fine, good even…”

He sat back on the couch and pulled his knees into his chest, clutching at the mug of too-hot tea to keep his hands from shaking. Every few seconds he remembered he had to breathe, and do so slowly, if he wanted to get through this feeling and he would gasp a little bit with the realization he hadn’t been. He whispered his logical thoughts he’d prepared for this. The spiral would get a little momentum and he’d count his breaths and repeat his prepared sentences and he’d feel it receding but that was as much momentum as he could get.

As soon as he started to calm down, he’d think about Geralt coming out of his shower to see him like this and it would start up again. He’d managed to keep his anxiety under control in front of Geralt so well. Geralt was so calm and steady and gentle that Jaskier hadn’t had to try so hard to begin with. But now his crazy was all out on the table and he wasn’t quite mentally prepared to be thrown out of Geralt’s house.

In the middle of repeating one of his calming thoughts, he heard Geralt pad around the couch and felt more than saw him sit down.

“Jask?” Geralt’s voice didn’t quite sound real, but it was still soft and gentle enough not to spike his anxiety any worse, “You okay?”

He just shook his head and forced himself to exhale slowly.

“What’s wrong?”

Jaskier swallowed hard and whispered with more effort than he’d like to admit, “Just an anxiety attack. I… I forgot my weighted blanket.”

Gods did that feel horrible. Admitting to your hot new boyfriend that you have a security blanket at 30 and it sends you into an anxiety attack when you leave it at home wasn’t really on his to do list, but here he fucking was.

Geralt gripped the tea mug by the rim and took the now lukewarm tea before his shaking hands spilled it all over his knees, “What do you need?”

Jaskier felt tears brimming behind his eyes and squeezed them shut, “Wh- what?”

“What do you need? To help you.”

“Oh,” Jaskier opened his eyes and tears fell down his cheeks, “No one’s ever asked me that before...”

Geralt took a deep breath and held it for a moment before exhaling and offering his hand to Jask, palm up, “Can we try something that helps my brother?”

Jaskier nodded, he didn’t even care what it was, he was too shocked by the realization that Geralt wasn’t scared off or disgusted with him.

“Your weighted blanket helps, right?”

Jaskier nodded and set a trembling hand in Geralt’s palm, swiping at his face with the other.

“Can I hold you? See if that helps?”

Jaskier nodded again and uncurled from his ball a little bit so Geralt could pull his legs over his lap and wrap his arms around Jaskier’s body. He squeezed a little tighter than his usual hugs but the pressure was just barely registered with the way Jaskier’s body was in overdrive. Regardless, he burrowed into Geralt’s shoulder, partly to hide his tears and partly because it felt safe.

“How’s this? Are you okay?”

Jaskier nodded, “Can you squeeze tighter?”

“How about we lay down?”

“Lay down?” Jaskier’s voice cracked on his words but he barely even noticed.

Geralt rested one large hand over his soft brown hair, “I could be your weighted blanket? It works for Skel sometimes.”

“Yeah- yeah, okay,” Jaskier muttered as he forced his creaking knees to straighten as Geralt laid him back onto the couch. Geralt positioned them so he was laying on his side against the back of the couch and Jaskier was on his back in front of them. He laid his head on Jaskier’s shoulder and half draped his body over him, just testing the waters.

That alone was nice, but the little bit of relief only made Jaskier crave more. He tugged at Geralt’s elbow, not really pulling but guiding him to completely cover him. That was perfect. Jaskier could think a little clearer after a few seconds, then he could feel his limbs again and hummed happily.

“Good?” Geralt’s hopeful smile beaming up at him from where he was resting his chin on Jaskier’s sternum was bright enough to end wars.

“Very.”

Geralt closed his eyes and sighed, that soft little smile still on his face. Jaskier took a deep breath and basked in the way Geralt’s torso pinned him to the cushions. His thighs were pressed over his legs and pleasantly heavy and the way he’d cushioned his chin with his hands meant Geralt’s lovely, squishy, heavy arms were keeping his shoulders down.

After a few minutes Jaskier felt the post-anxiety exhaustion hit that let him know it was really over, but he didn’t want to move. Instead he wrapped his arms around Geralt’s ribs and laced his fingers together over his spine.

“Thank you,” he whispered, eyes closed with a tired smile, “You’re the best weighted blanket I’ve ever used.”

“Anytime,” Geralt’s voice reverberated through Jaskier’s body in the most soothing way, deep and strong but gentle as well, “I mean it. You don’t need to hide this from me. I want to help.”

Jaskier giggled, “Oh don’t tell me that.”

One of Geralt’s hands floated up to trace Jaskier’s jaw and the high points of his cheekbones, “Why not?”

“Well, I might believe you. It's a little overwhelming- believing you. -And my anxiety,” Jaskier clarified, brushing his thumb over Geralt’s back as he spoke.

“That’s okay.”

Jaskier frowned and looked down at his boyfriend. He was staring up at him with ridiculously round eyes and his eyebrows drawn in and together with a not-so-subtle pout to his lips. Regardless of the cute face, his eyes held sincerity. And Jaskier didn’t really know what to do with it.

“I-” Jask took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling as he spoke, “I’m used to hiding it.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Geralt tapped Jaskier’s chin to get him to look at him, “Yeah, that’s okay. If it’s hard for you to tell someone, that’s okay. We’ll work with it.”

If he weren’t pinned underneath Geralt at an uncooperative angle, Jaskier would have kissed him, but he settled for resting his palm on his jaw, “You’re too sweet to me.”

“You deserve it,” Geralt hummed, turning his head to kiss his wrist.

For once, Jaskier didn’t fight him on it.

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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 3 years

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Crumbled Kingdom

Based on this request: Oooh, how about Labyrinth where the reader comes to the crumbled Labyrinth after Sarah rejected Jarath and reader helps his broken heart? I just need a little flangst, if that’s okay.

Here you are! *Familiar Characters are NOT mine!*

Fandom: Labyrinth

Warnings: Angst with a semi-happy ending, a little bit of tension.

Pairings/Characters: Jareth x reader, Hoggle

"I wish the Goblin King would come and take us away right now," you whispered. You felt slightly foolish saying the words from the book you'd grown up reading and had been reading to your young sibling when things got bad at home. While you were technically old enough to move out on your own, you couldn't leave your sibling alone. That night was particularly bad, prompting you to utter the words that part of you hoped would send you away where those people who neglected you would never find you.

Your hopes were answered when you woke up to a slight crying of your name. You opened your eyes to find your sibling looking down at you with wide, teary eyes. You were immediately on alert, shooting up to make sure they were okay. You looked around in surprise. "What the-" you began but stopped yourself. Little ears hear everything after all.

"I'm scared, Y/N." You hugged your sibling close and attempted to smile. You didn't want to frighten them more. You let yourself take in your surroundings. Something looked familiar and yet, not. Everything around you was in a state of ruin and chaos. Crumbled and moss covered stone stood alongside dead hedges like those that lined the walls of a maze. You knew you'd heard about a place like this before but it wasn't until you heard the trickling of water that you made any sort of connection.

You followed the sound of the water, holding your sibling close to you. It didn't take long before you stumbled upon a broken and algae-ridden fountain. But that wasn't what caught your attention. It was the creature that stood around the same height as your sibling. "Excuse me?" The creature jumped and turned to you.

"Oh, excuse me." You cocked your head to the side, your memory trying so hard to catch up with what you were seeing. "Who are you? C-Can you show us the way out?" The creature looked between you in confusion. "Two? There's never two. Name's Hoggle."

"Hoggle? Like from the book?" your sibling piped up. You glanced down at them and then back at Hoggle. "No fuc-freaking way. There's no way. It's just a story." Hoggle chuckled humorlessly. "A story. Tell that to the Goblin King. Ever since…since her, thing's been different."

"Her? Sar-" Hoggle shushed you. "Don't say her name. Jareth's magic may have lessened but he sends the Cleaners if anyone mentions her name. Broken, he is." You exchanged a glance with your sibling. You remembered your mother's stories about her "crazy" friend Sarah who told her all about the Labyrinth. Without a word, you knew that you and your sibling agreed that it was time to get out of there. You wouldn't go home, but you couldn't stay here. "How do we get out?"

"Same way as always. You have to beat the Labyrinth. Thirteen hours. But the Labyrinth is even more unpredictable than before." You nodded and sighed. "I know, but I have to try. I have to protect them," you said, gesturing to your sibling. Hoggle let out a groan and showed you the entrance to the Labyrinth. "Come on," you told your sibling, "And stay close to me."

*Several hours later*

Hoggle was right. The Labyrinth had been more unpredictable, but thanks to reading the book so often as a child, you knew which landmarks to look for. You learned from the mistakes of the book's heroine. It wasn't easy by any means, but it wasn't as difficult as you were expecting, although you did nearly get stuck in the Bog of Stench. Not that you'd say that out loud. While you hadn't seen hide or hair of the Goblin King, you didn't want to risk his wrath after what had happened with Sarah. Clearly it was bad if the kingdom was in such a state of ruin.

To your surprise, the drawbridge of the castle was lowered when you finally approached. You were exhausted and your legs felt like they were going to give out. The only reason you kept going was for your sibling. "We're almost there. Do you think we made it?" You have them a smile. "I hope so. Come on. We have to get through the castle. We have to see the Goblin King." Your sibling looked more scared than they had since the moment you woke up in the Labyrinth. You hugged them close. "It'll be alright. I'll protect you."

Your footsteps echoed on the stone floor of the crumbling castle. The sound was a mixture of ominous and comforting. It grounded you since you had absolutely no idea what to expect from the king when you finally encountered him. At the same time, the sound sent a shudder down your spine. It was far too quiet for such a large castle.

It took you a while and several mistakenly opened doors to find what you were looking for. The throne room. You pushed open the doors, expecting to be greeted by goblins or guards or traps. Instead, you came face-to-face with an almost empty room. The only person in the room was lounging across the odd throne. He didn't even look up at your entrance.

"It's him," your sibling whispered, "It's Jareth." You nodded, but kept your eyes on the Goblin King. You took a step closer, but froze when Jareth finally spoke. "Stop. Don't move." His voice sent shivers down your spine. He looked to you, swinging his legs off the arm of his throne and standing much more gracefully than you expected. "You've beaten the Labyrinth." You nodded. "Yes. We'd like to leave now."

"Then you know what you should say. Say it! Bring the rest of my kingdom crumbling to nothing! Just like her!" You jumped a little. "Y/N, I'm scared." That caused you to straighten yourself up and glare at the Goblin King. "This wasn't Sarah's doing," you stated, "This was all you. What kind of king are you?! It's a king's duty to care for his kingdom and his people! So what? Sarah left and you let all this happen! She was fifteen! A child! You're not a king. You're a spineless coward! A little kid playing at being a king."

Jareth's face twisted into a mask a pure rage before he schooled his features again. Before you could even react, he was in your face. You fought against your instinct to run away. For some reason, you didn't think he would actually hurt you. His nose touched yours and he hiss, "You know nothing."

"I know she hurt you. I get that. But you hurt your kingdom. Your people," you whispered to him. You knew about pain. You knew how it could cut you so deeply it seemed like you would never recover. It softened your heart toward him a bit. Your sibling called your name, prompting both you and Jareth to look at them. They were now surrounded by curious looking creatures. The goblins, you assumed. They were examining your sibling as if he had been hundreds of years since they last saw a human. Since you had no idea how time passed in the Labyrinth, it's possible it had been. They reminded you of children that needed care and love.

"Look at them, Jareth. They need you. They need their king. I think that's why they brought me, an adult, here instead of just (Y/S/N). They wanted to help you so that you can help them." Jareth scoffed, but didn't look away from the goblins. "You cannot help." You smiled a bit. "Maybe I can. If you let me. What harm could it do? Let me help you, Jareth. I swear I won't leave until I've at least tried."

Jareth backed away slowly, his eyes turning back to you. "Do not make promises you cannot keep. The magic of the Labyrinth will hold you until your promise his fulfilled or until you fade away." You met his gaze. There was a storm brewing in his eyes. You could feel the gazes of the goblins on the two of you as Jareth sized you up.

"I swear it," you repeated. Jareth continued staring at you, the tension in the room thickening. You heard giggles from all around you, but you ignored them. You were on edge as you waited for Jareth to say anything. "Do you really think you're strong enough for this?" You snorted out a laugh. "I think the better question is are you prepared to handle me? I've been told I'm quite the handful."

"Well you are!" your sibling interrupted with a laugh. The small goblins joined in the laughter. You rolled your eyes before turning back to Jareth. "Well?" Jareth took another step back and gave a small nod of his head. The next thing you knew, someone grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the growing throng of goblins. You couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm and your sibling seemed to be enjoying themselves.

As you were being passed between the goblins, you missed the miniscule smile that made its way to Jareth's lips. You didn't know it, but a small spark of hope ignited in his chest and he could feel the Labyrinth's magic seeping back out toward the kingdom. Maybe you were the key to rebuilding his crumbled king and, perhaps eventually, healing his heart.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

#labyrinth #jareth #jareth the goblin king #jareth the goblin king x reader #jareth x reader

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