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restinslices · 3 months

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PJO Show Ares x Child!Reader (no gender specified)

Word count: 2459

Summary: Ares supposedly hates kids, so it’s really strange that he comes when you call. (Do not let the summary fool you, this is not fluff. Based on a dream I had a couple days ago. Warning for possible ooc Ares and brief mentions of abuse. Blink and you’ll miss it type shit)

“I don't wanna say”, Grover fingers fidgeted with each other as he purposefully avoided eye contact with you.

“We're friends, right?”

“Of course!”

“Then you have to tell me! You spoke to my father, I gotta know what he said! What was he like? I bet he was really cool! Man, I wish I could've been there and talked to him”, you looked down at your shoes and added more misery to your face than was necessary. It was extremely childish and petty but Grover kept refusing to tell you what your father Ares was like. You had to know though. You doubted he brought you up, but you still wanted to know what he said and what he was like when he was just out and about. Grover had the opportunity to have a long talk with him and that was something you'd kill and suffer for.

“I doubt you'd wanna do that” he mumbled, but you heard him.

“Why'd you say that?” You asked.

Grover refused to expound on what he meant… at first.

Everyone knew Grover couldn't hold water so it didn't take too much prodding before he spilled his guts.

The memory replayed in your head more than you'd like to admit, and if it were up to you, you'd no longer be a half blood.

It made you feel pathetic. Tons of gods- no. All the gods were shitty parents. After all, they had children with mortals and left the children on Earth, knowing they'd be hunted down. Plenty of half bloods died in a gruesome painful way and at a young age. Plenty of gods never claimed their children, even if they made it to Camp Half Blood. But Ares did claim you, so you assumed that that meant he cared for you in some way. He even gifted you with a double sided sword. Surely, he must've loved you.

You were foolish and you hated how foolish you were. You should've known he didn't care. He left you here with mortals and watched as your home life got worse and worse which was due to multiple factors including a piss poor mother and step family, the aura children of Ares give off that makes people around them experience rage and of course the random monster attacks that your family blamed you for. It was as if they thought you begged Ares to be his child. As if you'd ever do something as stupid as that.

The rain soaked through your hood, making your hair all wet and gross. You were an idiot. You tried coming home for the school year, thinking maybe your family changed. They said they did. They tended to lie a lot though. You got into a huge fight and stormed out and you were in such a hurry that you completely forgot to grab your pouch full of drachmas and you didn't wanna step another foot in that house. So now here you were, outside with freezing cold hands that couldn't be warmed because your hoodie was soaking and you couldn't call Chiron. Perfect.

You checked your pockets once again, hoping to find something other than the lighter and fruit roll up that was there but alas, nothing magically appeared. You held the two objects in your hand and an idea formed in your mind.

You could always set the fruit roll up on fire as an offering. You could pray to your father and hope he hears you and sends you something to help.

No. That's incredibly stupid. Could you even light a fruit roll up on fire? It didn't matter. Not only was that the stupidest offering ever but you refused to pray to him. You'd rather sleep out in the rain then sneak inside when your family was gone to get your shit.

You put the two objects in your pocket and let your head rest on your knees, exhaustion hitting. It wasn't even physical exhaustion. It was all mental and emotional. Like a leech was sucking on you constantly. Or a vampire. You'd prefer that. At least you'd die quicker.

The hum of a motorcycle filled your ears, getting closer and closer. Best case scenario, it was a neighbor. Worst case scenario, it was a murderer. Honestly, you'd welcome both.

The hum stopped and a familiar voice made you look up, “rough night”.

It was him. Ares. God of war. Father to who knew how many. It was someone you definitely did not want to see… or so you thought. Part of you absolutely despised him now and everything to do with him and wanted to rip him apart. The other part of you though still felt an immense amount of joy when you saw him and you wanted to cling to him like a child clings to its favorite toy. If you were alone, you would've screamed.

Then a thought crossed your mind. You didn't burn anything. You didn't make an offering.

“You were going to” he said, seeming to read your mind.

“Why are you here?” you managed to get out after some time of just staring at him.

“Why do you think I'm here?” he asked and you could tell by his tone he meant it sarcastically. Like “the reason is so obvious. Stop being stupid”.

Something about that sarcastic and irritated tone made you think back to what Grover told you.

“Why don't you like me?” You asked and you hadn't meant to. It was supposed to stay in your head.

He squinted his eyes at you and looked you up and down, “what?”.

You could've let it go. You could've said nevermind, thanked him and let him help. You couldn't though. You didn't know when you'd have this chance again (the camp visited them but damn, there was a lot of you) and if you did something to make him not like you, you wanted to fix it. But that wasn't your job, right? Parents are supposed to care for their kids.

You did that a lot. Your mind juggled opposite thoughts and it drove you insane. This was just the latest bit of juggling you'd been doing.

“Grover said he spoke to you-”

“Who is Grover?”

“Percy's friend. The satyr”. A look of anger flashed in his eyes. You knew he remembered Percy. You didn't give him time to start yelling about the 12 year old that beat him in a fight. “Grover said that he spoke to you. I asked what it was like and he said that you said that you hate kids. Even your own. And when we visit, it's the worst day of the year. So, I was just wondering why you don't like me. Is it something I've done?”.

Ares just rolled his eyes and sighed, “you're taking that personal?”.

“It's kinda hard not to”.

“I came to take you back to camp, not talk about whatever crisis you're having right now”.

You didn't know if you were angry because of what he said, or because of his effect on others. Either way, blood started rushing to your head. “I'm not asking for a lot. I'm asking for an answer. A simple answer. Why don't you like me?”

“I don't like any of my kids”

“And that makes it better?” You asked in disbelief. Ares just stared at you, emotion void on his face.

“Why do you do this? You keep having kids even though you hate them. Why?”.

“It's not that simple and I don't have to explain anything to you”. You wished he'd show emotion. Any sliver of it. He was too calm, too numb. You'd prefer him yelling at you but nothing seemed to phase him. He was talking to you the same way you'd talk to a toddler.

“It is incredibly simple. Just stop having sex with mortals. You already have Aphrodite -who is a married woman but whatever-” you rushed the last part. You didn't particularly care for the affairs between the gods. “How could your eyes possibly wander?”.

Seeing him show a sliver of anger when you mentioned Aphrodite only filled you with more rage. That’s what angered him? That’s what got emotion out of him? “Really? That's what gets you? What about me being drenched?”

“You chose to come out here” he said through gritted teeth. If you knew Aphrodite was the key to him showing any piece of human emotion, you would've brought her up earlier.

“I didn't choose this!” Your voice rose, “I didn't choose to be abandoned by my father and be stuck with a dysfunctional family for the rest of my life. You should be angry at that, not me mentioning Aphrodite. You should be enraged at the thought of anyone putting their hands on me and your hands should be covered in their blood! That is how it should be”.

“Believe it or not the gods aren't too keen on the idea of killing mortals”

“But turning them into various objects and ruining their lives when it's a boring Tuesday is ok?”. His face went back to being blank and emotionless and your plan to stop talking was scrapped. You weren't even sure what you wanted. You wanted him to show something besides anger. Sadness? Regret maybe? Just something to show that maybe, just maybe, he cared deep down and regretted leaving you.

“None of us asked for this. You all just decide to create and leave us. And you hating the people you created is… I don't know. And it's so stupid that I've spent years of my life trying to get you to be proud of me, only for it to be impossible!”.

“I claimed you didn't I?” he defended himself, but you scoffed.

“That's the bare minimum dad! That's like saying your kids should be grateful because you feed them!” You were full on screaming by now and you wouldn't have been surprised if a neighbor came out to see what the fuss was about. “I don't even know why I'm having this conversation with you. You probably hate being called 'dad’ and you don't care. You're never gonna get it”

“I try everyday to make you see me and you do everything in your power to not see me. To not see any of us. I would work myself to death for you. I would betray anyone close to me for you. If you asked me to burn down the world for you, I would. If you asked me to extinguish the sun, I'd find a way to because to me… to me you were everything. You are everything”.

You couldn't tell if your face was wet from the rain, or from tears of sorrow and anger. It could've been both. Your eyes certainly stung and you hated it. You knew you had every right to be frustrated, but you hated how weak it made you feel. The children of Ares weren't supposed to cry. They were supposed to be headstrong and fight their enemies. They were supposed to be fierce warriors capable of bringing armies down to their knees. They were meant to shed blood, not tears.

You thought for a second you saw an emotion cross his face. You couldn't pinpoint it though. It happened too fast and there was a good chance you were imagining things.

“You can go. I'd rather sleep in the rain. I wouldn't wanna be even more of a burden” you spat with such venom you didn't know it was possible. Sure, you could have a bit of a temper but this felt different. It wasn't just anger or annoyance. There was a mix of grieving.

It went silent for awhile, and the adrenaline you felt slowly went down. Reality started to sink in. You just yelled at a god. People who were known to cause destruction for something as small as “I think my shoes are better than yours”.

“Are you gonna curse me? Or, I don't know, strangle me with my own shoe laces?”. Ares reached into his pocket and you looked away and closed your eyes. You expected to feel a burning sensation. That's what you assumed being cursed was like. A burning sensation and then you'd lose a limb or something.

All you felt was something land on your lap. You looked down and saw a red pouch with gold string keeping it closed. You looked up at him, but he didn't say anything. You untied the string and opened the pouch and inside laid a pile of drachmas.

Now he spoke, “call Chiron or whoever else works at that camp. Don't die out here”.

“You're leaving?” You asked. You didn't know why you were disappointed. You should've been happy. After all, you just went off on him about how shit he was.

“I have a busy schedule”. You wanted to ask if he'd be seeing the married woman he slept with or another unfortunate mortal, but you figured you pushed your luck enough today.

“Thanks uhh…” you debated on calling him dad but instead you called him by his name. “Ares”. Then you remembered some gods could be particularly upset when you used their name. “God of war and all those other honorifics”.

“Yeah” was all he said before he sped off, leaving you alone once again. You didn't know what he was saying “yeah” to but you didn't have enough time to ask and he probably wouldn't even answer.

You called Chiron and asked to be brought back to camp but you didn't tell him about the conversation you had with Ares.

You couldn't get the conversation out of your head, even after you showered and laid down to finally get some rest.

Of course you kept thinking about the conversation and how lucky you were Ares didn't throw you into the street and run you over.

Another thing stayed on your mind though.

You didn't give an offering. You were told the gods would listen if you burned something that mattered, like the thickest piece of meat on your plate. You weren't sure they were actually listening and honestly you thought it was a real asshole condition.

All you had was some stupid candy and you didn't even burn that and the minute you thought about it, he appeared like he was already watching.

But you doubted he was watching. You doubted he listened to your prayers at all.

You were one of his children which was something he hated. He'd claim you, possibly send a gift then be done with you. He didn't listen to you anymore. He didn't watch over you anymore.

It was a coincidence. That's all it was.

You were sure of it.

At least, you tried to be.

This is definitely ooc Ares but YA’LL KNOW I’M A LITTLE FUCKING SLOW! BE PATIENT WITH ME GOTDAMMIT😭 If you saw any errors, no you did not. I already proofread it once and I don’t feel like doing it again like I typically do. It’s 1am. I should be asleep.

#percy jackson #percy series #percy jackson ares #pjo tv show #ares pjo #pjo series #pjo angst #percy jackson angst #ares x child #ares x reader #ares angst #idk what else to tag #ares would’ve probably drove off but LISTEN-

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futureman · 3 months

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solo round

pairing: josh futturman x f!reader

summary: josh is sick of meaningless charging, but instead of asking out the pretty, new game store cashier, he decides to take matters into his own hands. again.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, set post-dick swap, m!masturbation, size kink, fantasizing, sexual frustration, unprotected piv, excessive lube

word count: 1.5k

(for our tiny fandom <3 and @tinycozycomfort)

Seriously, are they doing this shit on purpose? This is the third time today he's overheard them going at it, and Josh swears they're getting louder every time.

He gets that things are stressful right now—he's stressed as fuck, too—but if he has to listen to Tiger and Wolf charging up one more time, he thinks he's going to scream. It's bad enough that they're staying in the room next to his, but they also have no concept of privacy. Or shame. Half the time, they start up right in front of him.

They genuinely just don't give a shit. And the last time he yelled at them to keep it down, he got teased mercilessly for days. Sounds like someone needs to get laid, they'd said. Or you can join us as long as you keep your rathole to yourself.

Assholes. He'd rather die of blue balls than fuck either of them at this point. But they're not wrong. It's been a long time since he was with anyone, way longer than he'll ever admit, and he's starting to lose it. He's also pretty sure he's getting carpal tunnel in his right wrist, and his dick feels like it might actually fall off if he jerks off again.

It only makes things worse anyway because all he can think about is you. The new girl who just started working at the game store—totally unattainable and way out of his league. Still doesn't stop him from imagining how nice your boobs would feel in his hands or how wet and tight you'd feel around him, moaning his name loud enough to drown out his shitty teammates—

Fuck it. If his dick falls off, maybe he'll get lucky and that'll solve his problem. He yanks his jeans down to his ankles before he can talk himself out of it, and his toes practically curl the second his fingers wrap around his dick.

The first stroke almost hurts, but he's so desperate for relief, he ignores it. Instead, he plays out his favorite scenario in his head, the one where you're riding him on the same gaming chair he's sitting in.

His hands are on your waist, guiding you up and down his cock while your tits bounce in his face, and they're as perfect in his mind as they are in real life. He leans forward to latch onto a nipple and teases it between his teeth until he can feel you clenching around him.

Fuck, that's good. You're so fucking wet, and...and his hand is way too dry for this right now. He lets out a frustrated sigh before getting up and waddling over to his bedside table, rifling through the drawers for the ancient bottle of lube he knows is hiding in there somewhere.

He'll take literally anything, honestly—those random packets he got from work that are technically for the possums, that weird scented lotion his mom gave him—but then his fingers close around the sticky container he's looking for, and he's back in his chair so fast, he's surprised he doesn't tip it over. Hastily, he squeezes way too much lube into his palm and starts pumping himself again.

Now, where was he? Oh right—you're so fucking wet. He's sliding in and out of you easily, even though you're so tight, it almost feels like you're strangling him. Especially with his new dick.

At first, he was worried it might be too big, but you're a fucking champ. You take it slow, guiding him to play with your pussy until you're less tense, and now he's buried to the hilt and fighting not to buck too hard.

He can see how much he's stretching you out and feels a little bad that you're still struggling to adjust—and that he's having trouble focusing on anything else but the way he looks inside you. But as you purposely clench around him, he realizes you like the pain. A lot.

God, you're hot.

And he's starting to sweat big time. His shirt clings to him uncomfortably in about six different places, but he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to block it out with dirtier thoughts of you. Just a little bit more—he'll be close soon, he knows it.

Tightening his grip, he lengthens his strokes to match what he imagines your pussy would feel like in this moment and pretends it's you clenching around him and not just his aching right hand.

That you're swiveling your hips to meet his thrusts, teasingly biting your lip when he takes that as the go-ahead to move a little faster. Fuck, he wants to kiss you so badly. And now is probably his only chance, real or imaginary.

He lurches forward and immediately sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, swallowing every moan he fucks out of you. His hands roam every inch of bare skin he can reach, squeezing your tits together so he can thumb over your hardened nipples and feel your plush skin spilling between his fingers.

The longer he caresses and grabs and tugs, the louder you get, and he's loving every second of it. Finally, it's his turn to bother everyone else in the house—except he doesn't realize that outside of his head, he's already bothering everyone, a whimpering mess all alone in his bedroom.

But he's too focused on his impending release to notice. You're gripping him so tight and starting to grind into his pelvis, chasing your own high, and he can feel you fluttering dangerously around him. He wants you to cum before he does, but god, he's so deep and so fucking close, it's making him dizzy.

Back in the real world, he focuses closer to the base, making a huge mess of lube and precum on his lap as he tries to stave off his orgasm and drive you closer to yours.

He wraps his arms around your middle and starts to piston into you, and when you gasp out his name, he knows he found the spot he was looking for. Losing his grip on reality entirely, he coaxes you through it out loud like you're actually there, riding him like your life depends on it.

"You're doing so good, almost there," he says encouragingly, gazing up at you in awe and disbelief. You're so pretty like this, and the way you moan his name every time he rams into that spot—he needs you to say it louder.

"That's it, baby. Say my name, let me hear it."

And you're so good, you do exactly what he tells you to. He shifts his hands down to your ass to hold you in place so he can grind directly into where you want him. He's so fucking deep, he's positive he has to be in your stomach. And just the thought of it makes his balls draw up so tight, he sees stars.

"Shit, I'm not gonna last much longer."

Cum, Joshy. Your walls spasm around him violently, and that's all it takes to finally tip him over the edge.

"Jesus fucking christ—oh my god. Fully charged in 3...2...," he barely finishes the countdown before he's cumming hard into his fist—no, filling you up and letting you milk him for all he's worth.

He vaguely feels the splatter staining his t-shirt, and a few spurts are so strong, they reach up to his chin. He gasps his way through it, bucking so hard that the wheels on his chair unlock and it rolls backward until it slams into his bed.

Abruptly, Josh is thrown back into the present. And that really sucks.

What the actual fuck just happened? Obviously, he remembers—he was there—but seriously. What the fuck. His hand is covered in cum, his jeans are covered in cum, his shirt is...god, it's on his face, too. He even did the fucking countdown.

Alright, fine. Maybe they're right. Maybe he does need to get a girlfriend. He's tenser than he was when he started, so clearly this isn't working.

And as much as he could probably use it, he still refuses to fuck Tiger or Wolf. The sex is good, sure, but it's not worth his pride. Plus, they were mean to him and he's still not over it.

They're also not you.

He sighs heavily and sinks into his chair, resisting the urge to scrub at his cheek in frustration and smear even more cum on his face. Tomorrow, he resolves. Tomorrow, he's walking into the game store and asking you out.

So, he does. And you say yes.

thanks for reading!

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#josh futturman x reader #josh futturman x you #josh futturman #future man fanfic #future man fanfiction #future man imagine #future man #josh futturman smut #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson

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ruubric · 8 months

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~bite me~

Baji x fem!reader

╱|、 (˚ˎ 。7 |、˜〵じしˍ,)ノ in which Keisuke Baji has always been self-conscious about his teeth.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of violence, Twilight references, slightly suggestive

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For as long as you can remember, Baji has been self conscious of his teeth. His sharp canines that flash when he smiles, and cutely poke out of his mouth once in a while. He hates them. You, on the other hand, are in love with them, and not just because they're attached to your long term crush.

"What are you, a dog?" Some of the other kids in the yard used to jeer at him. "C'mere, little Baji, c'mere!" They'd coo at him before bursting into snarky laughter.

You'd drag him away, after he got a few punches in. Gotta teach those assholes a lesson, huh?

You remembered he cried once, though he'd rather die than admit it, when Mikey teased him about his teeth after a particularly awful fight.

Baji had growled and Mikey, being his best friend, knew exactly where how to hurt him. "What, you gonna bite me, you dog?"

You remember wiping the tears off of his cheeks with your sweater. As he quietly murmured, "dogs aren't even cool. If he'd called me cat, I wouldn't have hit him so hard."

Now, several years later, and he's still self conscious but he's gotten better at hiding it. I mean, no one will be able to see how much it truly got to him if their eyes were punched enough to swell closed, right?

"Y'know, you really gotta stop beating people for making fun of you, my parents already don't like you--" you say to him after another brawl as you bandage up his scaped knuckles.

"Is it because I keep using up your bandages?" He smirks, with a cocky tilt of his head.

You roll our eyes, not giving him the triumph of seeing how his eyes on you flusters you to your very core. "Maybe." Then you sigh, "you really shouldn't let those comments get to you. Your teeth are sexy, like a vampire--"

"Vampires are blood sucking parasites," he deadpans.

You grin at him, "hey, now. Don't act like you didn't have a vampire obsession, *Edward*."

His eyes widen, and pink dusts across his cheeks, "you swore you wouldn't mention that anymore!"

You can't help it; giggling, you stand between his legs that hang off the counter in your bathroom and hug him. "Your teeth are amazing, Keisuke. You have no idea how much I want you to turn me into a vampire."

At that, the heat radiating off Baji's face nearly melts your own. "I-- You, what?"

Your stomach swoops, you love flustering him like this, so you smirk up at him, "I want you to mark me, Kei. Leave a bite mark right on my neck."

His adam's apple bobs nervously as his shaky eyes follow the line of your jaw, to the delicious swoop of your neck. Wow, a bruise right on your skin would be so pretty.

"What d'ya say, Keisuke Baji?" You practically nuzzle his nose, "wanna bite me?"

#ruurites˚ʚɞ˚‧｡#keisuke baji #baji x black!reader #baji x reader #baji x black!yn #baji x you #tokyo revengers baji #baji headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x black!reader #tokyo revengers x you #anime x reader #tr baji #tr x reader

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ailendolin · 1 month

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Since the announcement that two or three new versions of Ghosts are in the works, I've been thinking about what sort of ghosts we might get to see / I'd like to see in a German adaptation and put together a list of my ideas. You will see some similarities with our beloved original ghosts as well as completely new characters, and I did my best to find a balance between male and female characters and include a variety of historical eras.

This is obviously just a very basic list with some notes but I do have thoughts about these characters (how they died, what powers they might have, their inner conflict etc.) so if you'd like to know more, please ask (also German producers, I hereby officially volunteer as tribute writer)!

German Ghosts

Female Neanderthal (40,000 BC)

Neanderthals were named after the German Neander valley so I think it's only fair to include a Neanderthal in the show. Since no one needs a Robin 2.0, I'd make the character female and give her a dog because ghost animals are fun and we need more of them.

Roman & German (9 AD)

Two guys - let's call them Marcus and Alber - who fought on opposite sides died in the Battle of the Teutoburg Forest, became ghosts and eventually best friends. They'd rather die again than admit that to anyone, though.

Bog Girl (600 AD)

A little girl who haunts the marshlands around the house but not the property itself. Most of the ghosts avoid her until the Naturalist gets curious and starts to befriend her.

Plague Ghosts (Mid-1600s)

A group of victims of the 30 Years' War whose deaths were caused by famine and disease and not the war directly (though they insist they died 'in the war').

Naturalist (Late 1700s)

A scientist like Alexander von Humboldt and Charles Darwin who embraces becoming a ghost from the get go and does various experiments (on himself and the others) to figure out how ghost rules work and what is and isn't possible.

Composer (Early 1800s)

A young composer who has a (perceived) rivalry with Beethoven because he's lost part of his hearing. Think German equivalent of Thomas Thorne.

Female Soldier (Early 1800s)

Based on stories like that of Friederike Krüger, this woman posed as a man and joined the army during the Napoleonic Wars.

Woman in White (Late 1800s)

The lady of the house at the time. After she died in childbirth, she was forced to watch her husband's mistress raise her daughter. She died wearing her white nightgown (something she is quite embarrassed about) and can be seen in pictures.

WW1 Surgeon (1930s)

Another former owner of the house, this man was a surgeon in WW1 and still carries the trauma of that time with him (think Siegfried from All Creatures Great and Small).

Luftwaffe Pilot (1940s)

Remember the two German pilots from BBC Ghosts? This guy was their friend and has always wondered what happened to them. He crash-landed on the grounds during a training exercise.

Estate Agent (early 2020s)

A woman who took over the house after the last owner passed away. While assessing the property, she had a heart attack and died there, leading to rumours about the house being cursed and haunted increasing.

The House

While the house will probably be a manor house like in the original series, I think it would be fun if this version of the show shook things up a little and had the German Coopers inherit an old mill, or perhaps even an actual (small) castle.

#this has honestly been so much fun to think about #I don't know how many German fans there are in this fandom but I'd love to know what sort of characters you guys would want to see #bbc ghosts #mp bbc ghosts #german ghosts

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lendmyboyfriendahand · 7 days

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Even more in the older kidnap fam fic

At Amon Ereb, accommodations for the twins do get marginally more comfortable.

It is, after all, a proper fortress complete with prison cells. All the Feanorian fortresses have them; for criminals, or captured orcs they want to interrogate, or for the rare occasions the sons of Feanor were aware they needed to be stopped.

The cells have solid stone walls and floor, with metal gratings for doors, so the prisoners can't escape by setting a fire or digging.

Some of the cells are missing doors, where the metal bars were taken down and reforged into armor or weapons, but there are still several in good shape.

And the Feanorians are putting both princes in one cell, anyway. It will be easier to guard one place than two.

Elrond and Elros are very agreeable to sharing a cell, rather than being put at opposite ends of the dungeon, with who knows how many days or weeks before they see each other again. And it's not like they'd have actual privacy with their own cells, there's going to be a guard outside constantly.

They are marched down by a half dozen guards, with their arms tied. Once Elros is untied, he has to stand his facing the wall opposite the door before the guards will bring Elrond forward and untie him.

Elros kind of wants to laugh at how intimidating he and his twin apparently are, to warrant this hassle, but it's not funny with swords inches from his brother.

Still, eventually all the guards leave, except for one who locks the door and stands across the hallway.

The cell has a bed, a chamber pot, a bucket of fresh water, and a bed roll designed for camping. There's room for one person to pace, if the other sits on the bed.

Elrond and Elros can talk to each other. Not unobserved, but without a sharp deadline. Better than since they left Sirion.

After reassuring each other that they have no serious injuries, they compare their experiences of the battle, particularly the end.

Elrond and Elros conclude that Elwing is dead, but the Valar sent an eagle (or perhaps another bird, Elrond is unsure of the species he saw) to retrieve the Silmaril.

The Valar have sent eagles to help the house of Fingolfin twice before, and retrieving Fingolfin's body was a lesser favor than saving Maedhros's life (as evil as he is). It's reasonable that the third aid from eagles would be even smaller, not saving the queen's body but saving only her jewel from her enemies.

Elros and Elrond are still confident that it's better than the Feanorians having the Silmaril, though. Who knows what evil they would be able to accomplish with its light?

They are very sad though that their mother is dead. And it's been over a year since Earendil left on his latest voyage, so he's probably dead too, though Elwing hadn't admitted it where they could hear.

That makes Elros king of Sirion, heir to Gondolin and Doriath. Elrond kisses his brother's hand and pledges his fealty.

In practical terms though, Elros and Elrond aren't sure this changes the situation at all. Sure, Elros is king - of a people he can't reach.

They're still prisoners, and there is no Silmaril to trade them for - though of course they are brave warriors who would rather die than give such a holy object over to the evil Feanorians.

They seem to be just here as hostages, so Gil-Galad doesn't sack Amon Ereb, and because the Feanorians still have enough pretense at honor not to kill enemies who surrendered.

The first of those conditions has no end date, and the second only does if they're unlucky. Elros and Elrond will be prisoners until they learn if peredhel can die of old age.

Meanwhile: Maedhros has commanded the guards to keep a watch on the cell, feed the prisoners from the same food as the soldiers, and stop them from escaping. Preferably non-lethally, but if the prisoners reach the courtyard go ahead and shoot them.

He's taken a report from the seneschal, confirming nothing has changed at the castle in his absence.

Maedhros has made his own report of names of the dead, so their work can be redistributed among the living. He's passed on news of Elwing's escape with the jewel, and the signs of orcs they saw on their way. No one pursued the army from Sirion though, which is good.

Maedhros does all the tasks that need to be done to settle his army back in the castle, or at least all that can't wait a day.

He then locks himself in his room to cry over his dead little brother.

Pretty soon it turns to screaming. Wordless cries of pain, insults to the Valar and Eru, curses to the idiocy of child queens.

It's audible outside his room, but he doesn't care. Let them think him mad, being sane has never won him a battle. (Nirnaeth Doriath Sirion, never achieving his goals, and always those he loves dying for him.)

The soldiers are uneasy, but tell each other loudly that it's just his nightmares. Lord Maedhros is sane while awake, and none of them will judge for troubled sleep. Definitely that.

From the prison cell, all that can be heard is the occasional scream. Elrond and Elros thought they were the only captives, but is someone being tortured?

Maglor sleeps for a day straight on arriving at Amon Ereb. He's the best rider left, and switched between advance scouting and Singing their trail cold as needed for the whole journey. It's not literally true that he hasn't slept since Sirion, but he hasn't been fully rested since they marched out from Amon Ereb.

He's still the first one to approach the twins for conversation though, late the next evening.

He's done diplomacy with Fingolfin after leaving him to die, how much worse can it be?

(Okay, he didn't actually get any concessions out of Fingolfin. And he gave up his entire city. But no one died! And people unassociated with the royal family were exchanging small items and food with each other! He's sure it would have taken less than a century to create an actual formal relationship.)

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#silmarillion #my fic #older kidnap fam #my writing #kidnap dads #silm #older kidnap fam fic #<- sorry that's the tag with the rest of it

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fallingintolife · 1 year

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Oh, Come On!

Request: Reader proposing to dean and dean getting legitimately mad because he wanted to propose first

Summary: You and Dean had never intended on falling for each other in the first place, but here you both were years later and now it was time for someone to pop the question. Or maybe two someone's…?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: A few curses, and of course some angst…but mostly all the fluff 💕

Word Count: 1,462

A/N: @smiling-girl I'm sorry this one took me a little bit but I really hope you enjoy it! It was fun to get into Dean's character and I'm kind of excited to do it more 💕

If you asked anyone who knew Dean Winchester if they ever thought he'd settle down, get married, and leave the hunter life for an apple pie one, they'd immediately tell you there was no way. Dean had always said that that life just wasn't in the cards for him. Until he met you. You were a hunter at a young age just like Dean and had also never seen yourself settling down with anyone. Which was why you and Dean had even started hooking up in the first place. It started with just flirting, then hooking up when you were both in the same area on a hunt, to helping each other on hunts, to then meeting up wherever you could even if you weren't exactly in the same area. That was when things went from casual hook ups to having real feelings for each other.

You both tried to deny your feelings because that wasn't part of the plan! You both had never planned on actually caring for each other and…falling in love. A few fights and self-sabotages later you both finally came to the conclusion that you both would at least try to give this a shot. Because you both knew how this would most likely end but were at peace with that.

Fast forward five years later and now here you are, living in the Bunker with both of the boys and more nervous than you had ever been in your entire life. Which…damn, that meant something since you had been hunting since you were eight… This decision though would either end with you and Dean being engaged (which was the best case scenario) or end with him rejecting you meaning you would have ruined the best relationship you had ever had. (worst case scenario…which to be honest was probably more likely going to be the outcome because you'd never had good luck to begin with and neither had Dean…) You wanted this though. And God willing you hope Dean did too…

Tonight you and Dean had scheduled a date night, meaning going on a drive in Baby, grabbing dinner at the local diner, and then parking in an open lot while looking up at the stars before you both headed home. It was going to be the absolute perfect time to propose to Dean. Rather he'd like to admit it or not Dean loved a good chick flick, and proposing under the stars while in Baby? If that wasn't the picture perfect part in a chick flick then hell- you didn't know what was.

Dean actually hadn't even noticed that you had been nervous all night. Because truth be told, Dean was also battling with the same thoughts and feelings as you were.

Dean had tried, really tried not to fall for you. He tried to push you away, self sabotaged, and even yelled at you, thinking that one of those things would make you run for the hills. The irony about the whole situation though was that you tried to use those same tactics on him. Which just showed him that you cared just as much as he did, and that you were just as scared to fuck it all up. Dean and you had talked about how people like them didn't get happy endings. There was no apple pie life for them. They knew that when they did finally die that it would be during a hunt. That was when Dean had come to the conclusion that you were both on the same page. That was when he proposed that you both should give your relationship a try. To his surprise you agreed. He honestly didn't think you'd stay. I mean, who wants to be with someone like him? A ticking, self-loathing time bomb? You apparently and shit, if that's what you wanted, knowing good and well about the consequences…he was okay with that.

So, now, here he was driving to an empty lot that he always drove to for you both to look at the stars and finally propose. And he was terrified.

Because he loved you. Dean Winchester loved you. So he at least had to ask you to marry him. I mean, he didn't think you'd stay as long as you had in the first place. He had to try and if that meant him having to beg you to stay because he didn't know what he would do without you? Well then he'd do it because dammit- Dean would do anything for you.

Before you knew it, Dean had parked Baby in what became her normal spot here when you came. The radio was playing quietly in the background and the night sky was particularly lit up, full of stars tonight. This was it. You could do this.

"Um…Dean?" Clearing your throat you looked over at him, both of your eyes meeting.

"Yeah sweetheart?" He raised an eyebrow at her, gently pushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. It was now or never.

"Um I…do you remember what you told me when we finally decided to give this relationship thing a shot?" Dean sat back for a second rubbing his chin in thought, and then laughed.

"I'm pretty sure I told you that you must be bat shit crazy if you thought being with me was a good idea, which you replied with-"

"Right back at you Winchester." You cut him off as you laughed reliving that moment. You then took a deep breath as you looked into his green eyes.

"Look Dean…I…I think that neither of us thought this would work out…but by some miracle it has. And I know that hunters don't have happy ends, that- that's just how it goes…but I don't need a happy ending like in a fairytale or-or a rom-com. As long as I am with you I'm happy." Your hand shakily pulled the small ring box out of your jean pocket and held it in front of him.

"Dean Winchester, will you marry me?" You held your breath, eyes locked on his, praying if not for him to say yes, then at least for him to say something…

"Son of a bitch!" Okay well…maybe not that…you definitely weren't expecting that to come out of his mouth and with such an angry tone…so you had now found a worse worst case scenario…

"Dean…I'm…I'm sorry. I- I just…I'm sorry. Forget I said anyth-"

"You couldn't give me five more minutes? And in Baby! I can't believe you'd steal my thunder like that!" Dean was squeezing the bridge of his nose in what seemed like…frustration? So now you were confused. Really confused. Before you could even ask what the hell he was talking about he was holding his mom's ring in front of you. Wait. He was…he was going to propose? To you? Tonight? "You didn't even give me the chance to pull out the good stuff or anything." You stared at him incredulously when you realized what the problem was.

"Wait. Are you-are you mad that I proposed to you first?" Dean let out a huff.

"Well…yeah! I mean I had this whole speech planned out and you beat me to it…" Dean was staring down at the ring he held in-between his fingers. He was more angry with himself that you felt like you had to propose because you never thought he would. However, that was not your thoughts at all.

"Ask me." A slight whisper, just loud enough for Dean to hear, made him look up at you. A smile was slowly appearing on your lips as tears, happy tears, began to glimmer in your eyes. "Ask me." You said again. He couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face as he held the ring out to her with one hand, and gently caressed his thumb against your cheek with the other.

"Y/N, sweetheart, will you marry me?"

"Yes. A thousand times yes!" You immediately kissed him, happy tears falling down your face (and some from Dean's, even though he'd never admit it…). Dean slipped the engagement ring on your finger.

"Yes. To me, wanting to marry you too, you know, since you asked." You let out a giggle of delight, placing the pure silver ring on his finger.

As much as it frustrated Dean that you had beat him to the punch at first, once he realized that you did actually want him and you wanted to be with him; nothing else mattered. Nothing but you and him for the rest of the time you both had left. If you were both gonna go you were go out together and that's all Dean could ask for, was for you to be by his side for the rest of his life.

#smiling-girl #spn fanfic #spn fic #spn requests open #supernatural #supernatural fanfic #supernatural fic #supernatural fic request #spn #dean winchester x reader #fluff

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dawndelion-winery · 2 years

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Don't Overthink It

Dottore × Akademiya Professor! GN! Reader

Warnings: You die from being drugged, contains Sumeru archon quest spoilers

If he had to pick a favourite professor out of all the twits at the academia, it would undoubtedly be you. Who else if not you, who was arguably the only one to entertain his unending theories and rambling? As reluctant as he is to admit it, he values you and your attention - the way you actually seem interested in what he has to share with you and not like it was just your obligation as a teacher to hear him out. You were the only professor he could trust to give him actual input instead of the recited bullshit he'd get.

It was something he'd vent about rather often; the academia was restricting the flow of information - all of Sumeru was - and it wasau getting obvious to anyone who had the mind to think.

"How's your little fanclub coming along?" you teased when he huffed and dropped his things in the classroom.

"Terrible. I wish they'd go away. I don't need to be 'fixed'."

You smiled and sighed, figuring he'd pop a vein if you pressed further, so you switched the topic to something he'd undoubtedly enjoy - his research. How quickly he changed his tune; he jumped from visible irritation to sparkly eyed exuberance, the sort of excitement you'd get from a child talking about their favourite cartoon.

Well, maybe a little more morbid in his case, but the fact remained that his undeniable passion for his work was something you hoped to nurture further. Such was the essence of research, and the biggest leaps in discovery were almost always by those who lived and breathed for their specialised fields. You just knew he was capable of so much more than what the Akademiya was chaining him to.

But it was your mistake to tell him that. With your encouragement, he took the first chance he got to establish ties with the Fatui, having caught the eye of a harbinger.

"Professor!"

You looked up from your work to see a very excited Dottore, much livelier than he'd ever been. While his red eyes usually gleamed with a roguish recklessness, a sense of mayhem, this time's glint seemed brighter, a smidge pure even, with a genuine ecstasy you never thought would grace his features.

He told you all about the offer he Fatui made him, about how he planned to leave upon graduation since there was nothing left for him in Sumeru. And you were proud of him; things were finally looking up for him after all he's done. He even offered to take you with him, stifling his eagerness in mentioning how he could use an advisor of sorts, and how a familiar face in a new environment might be helpful.

His enthusiasm was contagious, and without thinking, your hand found its way to the fluff of his hair, ruffling the soft tufts as you smiled warmly at the student you grown so fond of.

You didn't think the promise of a backer would make him this bold. While he was already toeing the line before, he seemed to have gotten more reckless since that day. No longer fearing being thrown out into the streets for dead, mildly questionable experiments quickly grew worrisome. Yet, you hadn't intervened. He'd surely have watched himself if you'd warned him, but you hadn't. Too concerned about how he finally seemed truly happy for the first time since you'd met him, you could hardly bring yourself to tell him to stop - even if he was walking down a path of ruin.

Just as he saw no reason to appease the higher ups at the Akademiya now that they weren't his only source of funding, they too saw no reason to humour his eccentricity, seeing as how he got wilder by the day. They fully intended to brand him a criminal and lock him up in the name of the people's safety. They would've too, if you hadn't interfered.

"You're expelled. Leave the Akademiya, Sumeru itself if you can-"

"What are you talking about?" he cut you off, asking even though he already knew. His actions had consequences, and the time had come to pay the price. He felt numb as you ushered him out, looking back and forth to see if anyone else saw him. He was never the best at speaking to people, and in times like this, he wished he knew what to say; something, anything that would convince you to go with him.

But by the time he'd found his tongue, you'd already pushed him out of the city, a bittersweet smile on your face as you bid him farewell with the request to make you proud. He felt an odd pang in his chest as you watched you retreat, but he was never one to turn back. Progress came from moving forward. And only in moving forward, would his path perhaps cross yours once more.

As a harbinger, he was virtually untouchable. He had the authority to access almost anything he wanted. So who was to stop him when he wished to visit an old mentor?

"Y/n? That radical teacher they locked up for corrupting the minds of students? I'm not even sure they're alive anymore, no one's seen or heard from them in forever."

Surely not. With a bit of difficulty, he managed to find your cell. Or at least, what he'd been told was your cell. As awful as the sages were, they'd know better than to lie to him about something like that. Yet, you were nowhere to be found. In the corner of the room lay a little notebook - seemingly the only freedom you were granted in the miniature hell they'd caged you in.

Day 406: I wonder how he's been doing since I sent him away. I'm not too worried, he's smart enough to not get caught, and I'm sure he knows his situation well. If anything, I should be more concerned about if I'll ever leave this place - alive at that.

The book was full of scribbles, little diagrams and musings, presumably from your boredom. For just how long had you not seen the sun? Grimmer still was his expression when he was told you'd passed on recently, unable to cope with the constant doses of whatever it was the sages shoved down your throat to keep you hazy, the akasha terminal harvesting your dreams each night without fail.

How brightly the fire blazed and flickered, climbing up the sacred tree in seconds. He wished he could feel some sort of satisfaction from it, but there was none. Revenge wouldn't bring you back, but it would at the very least give them even a part of your suffering. And that was all he wanted for them; Sumeru would crumble, ruined in the same way they had ruined you.

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#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #dottore #dottore x reader #genshin dottore #winery specials

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blackbirdi · 14 days

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Too Late

Brief Description: Y/n has always held the heart of Minho, since the very first day they met. He couldn't say anything because his focus while they were in the glade was getting out, then it was surviving, and now that they're in the Safe Haven, it's a matter of building up his courage to ask her out. However, his fear of rejection has held him back for so long, maybe too long.

Point of View: 1st Person

Word Count: 1158

Character: Minho (TMR) x Reader

Y/n and Minho. Minho and Y/n. One had never been without the other. They were inseparable, joined at the hip. They completed one another.

And while both of them knew this, both of them were too scared to say anything. Too scared to fall even more in love and have one of them die. Too scared to share their feelings because they needed to be surviving. So they just went along their days pretending that they're heart didn't beat solely for the other.

Minho promised himself that he'd tell her the second he knew that they were safe, that they'd never have to worry about a Griever sneaking up on them, or a Crank coming around the corner. He promised.

However, when they reached the Safe Haven Minho was still too scared to say anything, too scared that she wouldn't feel the same, too scared that he'd ruin their friendship. He'd rather suffer with his feelings and still be her friend than ruin everything that's happened between the two of them in the last three-ish years. He loved her. He really did. And everyone (aside from Y/n) could see that.

He survived the Glade for her. Had a reason to run through that maze, it was her. He survived the scorch. Had a reason to push through that pain the lightning strike gave him, it was her. He survived their adventures in the Last City. Had a reason to go until the very end, it was her. He had a reason to keep going when Newt died, it was her (and Thomas and the others of course).

And God, did she love him too.

After she was done with her work for the day, she would sit by the Doors until Minho came through, immediately going over to hug him tight even if he reeked of sweat. Whenever he had a day off she tried to always be near him, even though she got told off by her Keeper, Newt, and Alby many times. Throughout the scorch she stuck by his side, just like she stayed with him throughout the last journey. Together they helped each other with the death of one of their closest friends.

But after a while, Y/n started thinking that maybe Minho didn't like her back like everyone said. And maybe he wasn't scared to tell her his feelings, maybe he just didn't have any. And after a while Y/n became hopeless that her and Minho would ever really be a thing. So, after a while she started to try and get over her own feelings towards Minho, all while Minho was trying to finally ask her.

And then, before Minho could ever expect it, Y/n was introducing her boyfriend to him, Thomas, Gally, Brenda, and the others. Some guy named Dylan.

Dylan was sweet. He was kind, thoughtful, caring, funny, strong, handsome, smart, anything you could want in a guy. Of course, everyone liked him, but something about him made Minho's blood boil.

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A few months later Minho watched them laugh together over something Dylan said, his heart breaking with every beat that Y/n wasn't in his arms.

He had the chance it was in the palm of his hand, the chance to admit how she helped him through everything he's ever been through. That he loved her with his whole heart, his entire being, with everything he had, everything he is, and everything he will be. But he didn't take the chance, he didn't take the damn chance because he was too scared, even though everyone was telling him that she loved him too.

He had the most dangerous job in the Glade, and he did it every day thinking nothing of it. Yet somehow, somehow, he found that being rejected was scarier than a Griever, a shucking Griever.

So he watched them, watched Y/n fall deeper in love with Dylan, as day by day he felt deeper in love with her. And it fucking hurt.

He had the chance, he really did, but his cowardice blew it. So now he watched Dylan throw his arm around Y/n's shoulders and press a loving kiss to her cheek, and he wished with all his might that he could be in Dylan's place.

"Hey, Minho," a voice from his side said, sitting down beside him.

Minho didn't even have to look to know it was Thomas.

"You alright, man?" Thomas asked, his eyebrows furrowing into concern as he saw Minho's expression. "You look ... I don't know ... defeated? Angry? Sad?"

"It's nothing," Minho brushed off with a shrug of his shoulders. He didn't want to talk about it. He hated even thinking about it.

Obviously, Thomas didn't believe him for a second. He followed Minho's gaze, to where he was gazing at and saw Y/n and Dylan cuddled up together, realizing immediately why Minho looked so upset.

"It's Y/n and Dylan, isn't it?" Thomas's voice dripped with sympathy as he asked Minho gently, not wanting to further upset him.

Minho glanced over at Thomas, sighing. He would never get Y/n, so what was the point in lying? He nodded.

"I'm sorry, Minho," Thomas said, patting his best friend's back sympathetically.

Minho looked down at the ground, trying to hold back tears as he ranted, "I want to be him so bad, Thomas. I just want to hold her like he does. I want her to look at me like she looks at him. I want to be her first thought in the morning. I want her to think of me when she's going to sleep. I want to be him! I can't believe I let her get away. Why didn't I just get over my stupid little fear and ask her? That could've been me, Thomas. That could've been me."

Thomas's heart sank at Minho's words, hearing the pain in his voice as he spoke.

"I know it hurts, Minho, but it's not going to hurt forever," Thomas tried to comfort him. "Life is full of disappointments and some hurt worse than others. But the thing is, you can't stay on that disappointment, otherwise it's going to take over you and you'll never be able to see the joy in other things. It's okay for you to be hurt over this, no one is going to tell you otherwise. But sometimes ... sometimes you need to move on."

"How?" Minho whispered. "She's what I've been living for ever since I got to the Glade. All of my memories are of her. How can I just 'get over her'?"

Thomas sighed, looking towards Y/n and Dylan before looking back to Minho.

"I don't know, Minho," he admitted. "But one day, I promise you, it will hurt less."

Minho looked up from the ground, looking longingly over at Y/n and Dylan. What he wouldn't do to be in his place.

"Yeah, I hope so."

#the maze runner #maze runner #tmr #tmr minho #minho tmr #minho x reader #minho x you #minho x y/n

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starry-teacup · 20 days

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Gimme your ContraHero headcanons :3 (or just how you imagine Contra’s appearance)

you are the indulgent one thank you

I think when hero preens contrarian contra will just kinda talk the whole time, mostly just chatting about nothing, and hero will listen but not respond bc he is Very Deep In Concentration. hero has kinda clumsy hands imo so he would focus very intensely on doing it right

hero fell first, but contra fell harder

hero actually went to smitten for advice when he was crushing on them but didn't know what to do with that, but he would rather die than admit that. Smitten gives surprisingly good love advice (though hero refused to sweep contrarian away on horseback through a field of burning roses, much to his disappointment)

and I think hero initiated their first real kiss, but contra gives plenty of pecks to screw with people, so they'd had some of those first

#I have big feelings about these two #contrahero #voice of the contrarian #voice of the hero #stp #stp voices #slay the princess

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preet-01 · 21 days

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Well that was a race to forget, but there's a new chassis coming in China

Part 1

If Daniel had known how much hurt knowing Lewis would have brought him, then he would've declined Seb's invite to lunch all those years ago. He would’ve not gone and saved himself the heartache. Or at least that's what he would like to believe. But the truth is, Daniel would go through it a million times over. He’d accept that invite and he’d go to that lunch and he’d fall in love.

He would take every hurt and welcome the pain that Lewis had brought him with a smile and open arms. Because in the end, Daniel had gotten to love Lewis and be loved by Lewis. And that was worth all the pain and sadness. Though Valtteri called him an idiot for thinking like that. But Valtteri almost always called him an idiot for most things Daniel did — an outcome of their childhood spent competing against one another and generally being dicks.

"You don't have to come along," Daniel says when he spots the coronation invitation pinned on Valtteri's fridge with a bunch of other invitations and pictures from over the years. There’s a few pictures missing from the fridge. Pictures of Lewis and Daniel are no longer scattered with the rest. The picture from the first day at Lewis and Daniel’s shared apartment isn’t there anymore. Daniel had always liked that picture best — three of his favorite people all together as they’d celebrated a milestone in his relationship with Lewis. His own copy (and Lewis’) had been destroyed in a fit of anger and tears when Lewis ended it.

He won't admit to anyone else that it had hurt him more than he'd thought when just about everyone they'd been in uni with had gotten invites to the coronation and Lewis' confirmation. Seb was going. "He should have-"

"I want to come with you," Valtteri cuts him off.

The day before they're supposed to leave for the United States, Daniel texts Seb to go check on Lewis. They may not be together anymore, but Daniel knows Lewis well enough to know that he's stressing himself out with all the prep.

Daniel hadn't set a plan in stone or anything and Valtteri hadn't minded that either. They start in Chicago and go from there. "Do you want to talk about it?" Valtteri asks when they're stuck in the car.

"What's there to talk about?" Daniel questions. "Lewis will be king one day. His loyalty is to the crown," he sighs.

“Dan,” Valtteri sighs but he doesn’t continue on. Daniel’s grateful for that. He’d rather not get into how Lewis had left him alone in their apartment. Or how despite everything he knew, Daniel had thought maybe somehow they’d figure out a way to be together. That Lewis would be different and they could be happy.

He doesn't watch the coronation. Nor does he go on any social media, not that it was hard to do that. Daniel had never been good with updating his social media and keeping up to date with what people were doing.

Instead, they're on a hiking excursion. “You know we eventually have to talk about him,” Valtteri says.

If he had known that Valtteri wasn’t going to let the Lewis conversation die, he would’ve come on this road trip alone. (No he wouldn’t have. Daniel would’ve hated to be alone with his thoughts and he loved spending time with Val.)

“I know,” Daniel frowns as he looks up at the sun. It’s beating down on them, almost unbearable. But he would take the unbearable sun over sitting in an air conditioned hotel room and watching as his ex moves forward with his life. Sun burn was nothing in comparison to knowing that sooner than later Daniel would be nothing more than a forgotten thought as Lewis did all the great things he was destined for.

“If it’s any consolation, he does love you,” Valtteri tells him.

That’s the worst part of it all. Lewis loves him, but Daniel hadn’t been enough. Lewis loves him, but Daniel wasn’t his choice when it mattered. Lewis loves him and yet he left.

#royalty au #dewis

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notthestarwar · 9 months

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Yes, I love the idea of Jango being very contradictory. I kind of hc the whole clone creation plan as him being very messed up after galidraan, the spice ship ect and just kind of losing himself to his anger and grief. He agrees to it, but then he kind of immediately knows he fucked up, like this goes against all he believes in, what has he done. But then, cause its Jango, rather than being like 'OH no I need to fix this' instead he's like 'admitting I betrayed myself is pretty painful, what if instead I did some mental acrobatics to convince myself this is OK and that my hand was forced and I had no choice' and then he keeps doing that again and again sinking deeper and deeper in to denial until he's almost forgotten who he was to begin with, he's forgotten that this goes against everything he believes in.

By the time we get to aotc I think that Jango is a)completely lost b)hates himself but won't admit that and c) is waiting to die. He thinks he's outlived himself.

He's just a ball of conflict and I think that results in some really contradictory actions. Like Boba, he loves Boba and yet he's really bad for him. He loves him too much to let him go. I don't think he really feels deserving of Boba, he's pretty sure that he'll fail him and yet, he was too 'weak' (human) to say no. He wanted a son so he took Boba even though he knew he wouldn't be around to finish raising him (in one of the versions of canon he sets up this really messed up plan in which he encourages boba to seek out dangerous hunters in the event of Jango's death, with the express intention of boba learning that vulnerability is dangerous). He loves boba but he has a weird way of showing it, that's just who he is!!!

Anyway so Jango is like super contradictory. I like the idea that he is fierce in his rejection of the clones. They are not people. They are not his. (This is a self defence thing. If they aren't ppl then he hasn't failed them) but then he completely blurs the lines because he forgets this. Sometimes he is proud of them. Sometimes he does see himself in them and acts before he thinks. Which results in the clones having weird feelings about him. I think they see him kind of like one would a dad, but a really really neglectful shitty absent dad. There's that sense of hating him for being less then you deserved but also being determined to impress him. Then there's boba, the child he wanted, who's exactly the same as you, no he's worse even! He isn't enhanced and you are! But still, Jango prefers him. What if they'd picked you? What if you were Boba?

I think some clones end up hating him and some end up idolising him and some, end up wanting to hate him but really struggling to do so.

I'm just kind of fascinated by Jango tbh. I want to put him in situations and poke at him. I want to unravel all the things he's lying to himself about. I think he sees a completely different reality to the rest of the universe and I think that's fascinating. I also think that like, there's an inevitability to him. None of this had to happen but it always would have because of who Jango is, because of what the galaxy made him and because of what he made himself in trying to run from reality. Jango is the ultimate, dead from the beginning. He's walking to his death and he knows it. He's haunted by who he could have been. He does not have it in him to do right by those he loves even tho he tries

#about: Jango #about: clones #Remember when I used to write things???#And then I'd post them on ao3 and write essays about my blorbos in the authors notes?#And in reply to comments?#miss that #I've been looking through my ao3 and while I'm somewhat iffy about the stories themselves atm I'm lowkey obsessed with the comments

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what would you say are Gen's best qualities?

For as much as I enjoy dunking on Genesis, the man's actually way more talented than he inwardly believes himself to be.

Genesis is a fearless fighter, even more so than both Angeal and Sephiroth combined. Angeal is cautious. Sephiroth is borderline untouchable. But Genesis is absolutely courageous, throwing himself forward regardless of the danger, knowing full well he could die. Both his friends would readily admit that Genesis is probably the bravest man they've ever met.

Genesis is extremely intelligent. Though his temper and ego can give way to occasional episodes of dumbassery, Genesis is exceedingly well-read, cultured, and clever. He can read a room like it's nobody's business. He can manipulate and strategize and think on his feet without batting an eye. He just has to have the right motivation.

Genesis has many useful and unique talents and abilities. He's a master linguist, well-versed on regional cultures, has a keen eye for stealth, and is a master at both swordplay and magic. He's very, very fast. He can scale great heights to little to no difficulty. He can pick locks, create explosive distractions, and looks fabulous while doing so.

Lastly, and Genesis guards this the most of all, Genesis has a soft side. For all his bragging and swaggering about, he can actually be rather sweet. He's very fair to the cadets and occasionally gives them special treatment solely out of the kindness of his result, reading to them on his off days. While his relationship with Sephiroth is often prickly, he does feel an instinctive devotion to Sephiroth beneath his rivalry--something he forgets once the Degradation Process begins to eat at his mind. Genesis can be hotheaded and stubborn, but he can also be loyal and passionate about those he cares about, fighting tooth and nail for them until the very end. When the chips are down, he'd die for them. And without question.

Really, in another world, Genesis would have been Shinra's shining hero. He has the drive, the intelligence, the charisma, the commitment, and the courage to be anything they'd ever want him to be. His only mistake was being born in the same era as Sephiroth, something neither of them chose or controlled. And thus, for all of the good that Minerva saw within Genesis' soul, Shinra inevitably blackens his spirit, driving him and his greatest friends apart.

#asks #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #crisis core #sephiroth #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #gencanons

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tsarisfanfiction · 1 year

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Lee&Apollo au? Does that mean Lee lives or it's pre Lee's death?

Hello, anon! This is a Lee Lives AU but there's also a lot more going on with this one than simply that.

This is an AU where Apollo interferes in BOTL - he's monster hunting like he's supposed to, he's also the patron god of the camp and protector of the youth it's within his rights to step in and end that battle before any demigods die.

Except, Zeus doesn't see things like that. Instead, we get angry Zeus making one very big mistake - he turns Apollo mortal two years earlier, in the gap between BOTL and TLO.

This is referred to as "Lee&Apollo" because here, Apollo makes it to camp before being picked up by a scraggly feral demigod. Instead, he's picked up by Percy and Rachel on one of their dates and brought to camp, where the Apollo kids are savvy and know their mythology, especially the stories about their dad.

Lee claims Apollo's service.

Not because he wants to control Apollo, or anything, but to protect him from someone else claiming him instead. If one of Kronos' demigods got hold of Apollo... well. That would be bad.

I called this Zeus' big mistake, and it really is, because Apollo just helped the camp. He saved the demigods, and the demigods are well aware of that - in fact, they like Apollo for this. Apollo is now their favourite god because he stepped in rather than abandoning them to their fate.

Zeus has just punished Apollo for saving them.

Kronos is a problem, yes, but now the demigods are thinking much bigger. The demigods are thinking that Zeus is also a problem, that maybe there's a point to be had here about Olympus and the gods and specifically their king, if he's punishing a god for saving demigods.

Puny little demigods do not stand a chance against Zeus. They know this.

Kronos, on the other hand...

The entire camp joins Kronos. Apollo is dragged along for the ride, kicking and screaming because he does not want to be fighting against Olympus. Lee orders him to not reveal he's Apollo, to not respond to the name, etc., because they're still trying to protect Apollo - end goal is to have Kronos take out Zeus, then deal with Kronos (they were always going to have to do that anyway they might as well get some use of him first though). Some fun and games where Kronos figures out about Apollo anyway and tries very hard to get his service switched over to Luke (who he is possessing, so technically himself) by way of attempting to kill Lee, etc. The Olympian gods choosing sides based on whether they'd rather see Zeus go down or not (or more importantly, how much they like Apollo)... there's a lot going on here.

But I'll finish with the one actual piece of story I wrote for this so far, which is actually also the origin of my lie detector!Lee headcanon - which might age this concept somewhat given that that's a long-running headcanon of mine at this point. But this is where it began!

“Do you regret helping us?” Lee asked. Apollo’s face scrunched up. “It got me turned mortal!” he exclaimed, gesturing at his admittedly incredibly un-godly looking scrawny teenage body. “Of course I do!” Lee’s spine tingled as a ripple of unease spread through the cabin. The younger demigods shifted uneasily, and if it wasn’t for two factors, Lee would be doing the same thing. The first factor was the look on Apollo’s face – it was defensive, as though daring someone to complain at him about it, and it was identical to the face Michael pulled whenever he realised he’d messed up but was too proud, or even afraid, to admit it. The second factor… “Well,” Lee said lightly. “That answers one of the questions I’ve had for years." “What? If our dad actually loves us?” Michael grumbled. Lee didn’t bother to acknowledge his words, keeping his eyes on Apollo. “Whether the god of truth can lie,” he said. Apollo’s eyes widened a fraction and Lee put a hand on his shoulder. “I can tell when people are lying to me, Dad,” he reminded his father. “One of the little tricks I got from you. I don’t know what the truth is but you regretting it? That was a lie.” Apollo looked like a rabbit caught in headlights and Lee took pity on him, sitting down next to him. Around them, the demigods were fidgeting again, but this time in confusion. “You don’t have to tell us the truth if you’re not ready to,” he assured Apollo, putting an arm around his shoulders like he did his younger siblings when they needed some big brothering. “And we’ll unpack why you felt like you had to lie about that later,” because if Apollo felt the need to lie about loving them, there was clearly something a lot bigger going on behind the scenes that Lee and the rest of the demigods weren’t privy to.

#Anonymous #wip game #wip snippet #percy jackson #pjo #pjo apollo #lee fletcher #michael yew #cabin seven #pjo kronos

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