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raindancer2004 · 3 years

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Blended Family

Word Count: 3,199 Demetri x OC - Part Four Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Language

“Hi Sophie I’m Felix. It’s nice to finally meet you…finally” Felix gave her a big smile “Ahh the best friend…it’s nice to meet you too” She replied smiling “This is Ellie” Nico added smiling sitting on his bed with Ellie “You’re right she’s tiny” Felix chuckled “It’s because she’s human dumbass” Jane said to Felix as she took a seat beside Nico and Ellie on the bed “Language please. There are children in the room” Sophie chided gently. Demetri reassembled Ellie’s crib whilst Jane helped Sophie to unpack hers and Ellie’s stuff. Nico read to Ellie to keep her occupied.

That night once Nico and Ellie were in bed Demetri sat Sophie down on the sofa “Sophie we need to talk” “That doesn’t sound good Dem” Sophie looked a little shocked and moved away from him “No, no Sophie. It’s nothing like that, I promise” He quickly reassured her and pulled her into him “I wanted to tell you about the reason for my trip away last weekend…because it wasn’t for work” “Oh…ok, so it was a personal trip” She replied and he tightened his hold on her a little “I meant what I said in the week, I love you and I will always protect you and our children and in order to do this I needed to deal with a ‘problem’…” “What problem was that Dem?” She asked cutting him off and he took an unneeded breath before answering “I wasn’t able to protect you when you needed protecting the most…” Sophie placed a hand on his cheek “Dem we’ve been over this…” “I know that I didn’t know you then but it was hard for me to hear that you experienced something like that and that you no longer felt safe. I mean you moved to the other side of the world because of it and part of me is happy you moved here as I finally got to meet my mate…but the other part of me is angry…” “I know how you feel Dem because I feel the same. I mean I hated being in Seattle after that night, it’s why I moved because I didn’t feel safe there…but moving here meant I found you and I want you to know I feel safe with you, even if I am in a castle full of vampires” She couldn’t help chuckling at the last part and he smiled at her “I’m really happy to hear you feel safe with me and I’m hoping that what I tell you next doesn’t change that” He took another unneeded breath “Last weekend I tracked down and killed the human that harmed you” “H-how? I-I don’t even know who he is…was” She was shocked, curious at how Demetri had found him.

“The night you told me about what happened I held you in my arms whilst you slept…and I had a look through your mind and found the tenor of that human and with the help of Felix and the twins I ended his life. The kings are aware of the reason for my trip…” “They know what happened to me?” “No. No, I didn’t tell them directly, but I told them enough for them to fill in the blanks…I told them I needed you to feel safe and for that to happen a human needed to be dealt with. They agreed I could do that as long as I covered my tracks” “Oh. So, you just k-killed…him” Her voice was low and shaky “I won’t tell you the details, but he is dead” “I-I want to you to answer m-my next question honestly, ok?” Demetri nodded unsure if he liked where this was going “D-did he suffer?” “Yes” “Tell me…please” She asked low “Jane made me promise to allow her to ‘play’ with the human before I killed him so she and her brother used their gifts on him. When they were done, Felix held him down and I broke his hands and ribs whilst Alec broke his feet and then Felix broke his arms. After most of his bones were broken and he was screaming from the pain…I snapped his neck” “Wow. Y-you did that for me?” “Yes. I won’t lie to you though cara but I also did it for me. I feel better, calmer now that he is dead; knowing that he is no longer a risk to you or anyone else” “Thank you for doing that for me...for us” She leant forward and kissed him “I love you Dem, so much” He kissed her back “I love you too, more than you know.” He held her in his arms that night as she slept, happy knowing that she understood his reasons for killing that human.

Demetri, Felix and the twins had been away on a week-long mission and were due back any day now. Nico had spent some time in the south facing garden with Chelsea and Heidi whilst Sophie tried to catch up on some sleep whilst Ellie was napping, having been up most of the night before due to Ellie teething. After an hour Heidi left Nico in the garden with Chelsea as she had to finalise the numbers for the upcoming ‘tour,’ passing Afton on her way into the castle. A little while later Nico came running into Demetri and Sophie’s shared room crying and climbed into bed beside Sophie, who woke up instantly “Oh sweetie, what’s wrong?” She asked softly “Af-Aton said I-I was a mistake…th-that Daddy did-didn’t…want me” He sobbed and she pulled him into her, wrapping her arms around him “Don’t listen to Afton, you were not a mistake sweetie” “B-but Daddy didn’t love her…not like he loves you” Sophie knew who Nico meant “Daddy may not have loved her but he did care for her…she passed away after you were born and he called Auntie Heidi, who took care of her whilst he took care of you” “R-really?” “Yes, sweetie, Daddy told me about the night you born and how happy he was when he found out that he had a son, especially as he never thought he’d get to be a Dad once he became a vampire” Nico lifted his head a little and Sophie wiped away his tears with her thumbs “Are you ok?” She asked softly and he shook his head “Af-Afton also said th-that although y-you’re with Daddy…y-you aren’t my-my mummy and…and you don’t r-really care for me” “Look at me sweetie” She gently cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing away his tears “I may not have given birth to you but you are my son and I am your mummy” “Re-really?” “Yes, as far as I am concerned, I have two children and I love you both very much and that will never change” “I love you too mummy” Nico replied through his tears and Sophie’s heart swelled at hearing him call her that for the first time; she wrapped her arms around him again and held him close, both falling asleep shortly afterwards.

Unbeknown to Sophie and Nico Demetri, Felix and the twins had returned to the castle and were at the bottom of the stairs that led up the elite guard floor when they heard Sophie and Nico talking, they didn’t move, instead choosing to listen to their conversation “I’m going to kill him” Demetri growled low, turning around on the stairs “Later D” Felix said grabbing his arm “Go shower and spend time with Sophie and the kids. Afton will be still about tomorrow” Demetri growled “He’s right, leave him be for today, get your revenge during the training session tomorrow. You can rip him apart without getting into trouble” Alec said, his lips pulling into a wicked grin “As long you leave enough pieces for him to be reassembled” Jane added and Demetri nodded “Fine…but during training his ass is mine” Demetri growled and walked into his room ready to take a shower.

Once Demetri had showered, he crossed the hall into the Nico and Ellie’s shared room and carefully lifted Ellie from her crib and cradled her in his arms breathing in her scent before crossing the hall back to his and Sophie’s shared room. He closed the door softly, locking it and walked over to the bed; he carefully climbed in and readjusted Ellie so her chest was against his and held her whilst she slept. He looked down at his sleeping mate and children and smiled ‘my beautiful family’ he thought to himself and closed his eyes relaxing knowing they were safe with him.

Later that evening Sophie saw Afton on her way to the kitchen with Nico and saw red “Hey asshole, we need to talk” “Who me?” Afton looked shocked as Sophie approached him “Yes you! How dare you tell Nico he was a mistake and that he wasn’t wanted?!” Sophie shouted “How dare you tell Nico that I’m NOT HIS MUM?” Afton visibly flinched “I-I d-did…” Afton struggled to put a response together “Lost for words, are we? Huh” Afton didn’t answer “You had plenty to say to MY SON earlier. Why so quiet now?” “Erm…I…uh” Afton stuttered “He is just a child for god sake! He’s MY child!” She pointed at Nico “You’re lucky Dem isn’t here because he’d rip your BLOODY HEAD OFF for what you’ve done” Sophie didn’t bother to control her anger “OOOH I just wanna smack you so hard…” She trailed off and watched as Heidi slapped Afton “Allow me Sophie” Nico stood there surprised with his mouth open slightly watching Sophie verbally attack Afton and Santiago didn’t bother to hide his smirk as he watched Demetri’s human mate confront Afton “I’m surprised Demetri hasn’t heard the commotion” Santiago said low to Heidi “I know it’s drawn a lot of attention” Renata added as she approached them “Stay away from MY SON! In fact, stay away from MY FAMILY!” She screamed at him still furious and he nodded nervously at her “Demetri will hear of your stunt” She added as she took Nico’s hand back in hers and continued towards the kitchen “Remind me to never piss her off” Santiago mused still smiling, the other vampires nodded in agreement “That’s what happens when you piss off a mother because they will defend their children always” Renata told them.

Heidi made her way back to her room but made a detour to tell Demetri what happened between Sophie and Afton “What was all that shouting about? It woke Ellie” Demetri asked Heidi as he cradled Ellie in his arms, trying to get her back to sleep “Sophie gave Afton a dressing down because of what he said to Nico earlier” “What? She did what?” Demetri was shocked “She saw him on her way to the kitchen with Nico and was like ‘hey asshole, we need to talk’ and Afton looked shocked at being shouted at by your human” Demetri felt proud of Sophie for defending his…no their son but wished he’d been there in case she needed him. “Did he defend or try to justify his actions?” “No, he didn’t. He was too shocked and couldn’t string a sentence together. She’s told him to stay away from her family, but the best part though was when she told him that he’s lucky you weren’t there as you would’ve ripped his head off and that you’ll hear of his stunt before she walked off with Nico” Heidi replied “I already know what Afton did as I heard Nico tell Sophie as I made my way to our room after being away and was ready to kill him then and there but Felix and the twins said to wait till training tomorrow when I can rip his limbs off without consequences” Demetri said and Heidi nodded “You should know that Santiago and the others were impressed with Sophie and are slightly scared of her when she’s pissed off” Demetri chuckled “I’ve never seen that side of her but I’m proud of her for defending our son and trust me Heidi, Afton will get his ass handed to him tomorrow because no one upsets or hurts my family and gets away with it.”

The following day during the training session held by Demetri and Felix Afton found himself on the wrong side of the usually calm tracker and left the session with dismembered limbs and a threat from Demetri “You ever go near my family again and you will lose your head! Do you understand?” Afton nodded and carried from the training room by some of the transitory guards.

When Ellie learnt to crawl a few weeks later it freaked Demetri out as she moved around the floor so quickly and he wondered how long her development stages would last “Sophie how long do human babies crawl about for?” Demetri asked curious “She’ll be crawling about for a few months before she starts walking, why’d you ask?” “Nico crawled for two days before he just got up and walked” He replied “Huh. I got the short straw when it came to having a baby” Sophie responded low but Demetri heard her and chuckled “I’m looking forward to raising Ellie with you. We get to enjoy these stages of her development longer than we do with Nico” He kissed her temple as he wrapped his arms around her “I know that babe, it’s just she’s older than him and…” “You can’t help comparing the two of them” She nodded “Don’t compare them. It isn’t fair seeing as one is a human / vampire hybrid and the other is 100% human…for now” He replied and Sophie raised an eyebrow “When Ellie is older, all grown up I plan on turning her so she’ll be 100% vampire like her parents” He kissed her lips “You plan on keeping me and Ellie here forever then?” She asked, her tone teasing “Yes. Now I have you both here…you’re never leaving. You’re mine” He growled low and pressed his fangs gently to her throat pretending to bite her and he felt her pulse spike; he smiled against her skin before leaving open-mouthed kisses along her throat.

“I believe this belongs to you two” Felix says as he enters Demetri and Sophie’s shared room with Ellie in his arms “I think a little less seducing and little more baby watching is needed…hmm” He adds; Demetri growls at his friend as Sophie blushes a little “Thank you Felix. I think we need to get a baby gate for our door…” “Or we could just keep it closed” Demetri cut Sophie off as he glared at Felix “Daddy why are you looking at Felix like that?” Nico asked as he entered the room with Jane following behind “I interrupted mummy and daddy having a…” “Felix” Demetri growled “Daddy and I were…talking and didn’t notice Ellie had crawled out into the corridor and uncle Felix bought her back. However, he has been teasing daddy about being distracted ever since” Sophie explained “Oh ok. I thought Uncle Felix may have upset you or daddy” Nico replied “I think Felix is starting to upset daddy now, so why don’t you come back to my room and we’ll take Ellie too” Jane said taking Ellie from Demetri as she and Nico left the room “Thank you Jane” Sophie called out “You’re welcome” Jane called back. Felix turned and left the room “I’ll just close this shall I?” He asked not bothering to hide his smirk and Demetri growled at him again.

Demetri and Sophie spent a few hours together cuddled on the sofa watching a movie on the television that Sophie bought with her when she and Ellie moved into the castle “After centuries of reading of an evening, it’s nice to have something else to do” Demetri said softly “You make yourself sound so old” Sophie responded laughing “I am old Sophie” “Well you don’t look it babe and I’m glad I could introduce to the world of TV and movies” She lifted her head from his chest and kissed his lips softly, earning a purr from him “Have I ever told you that I love it when you do that?” She smiled and kissed him again “No, mi amore you haven’t” He replied before purring again “I love it when you purr” She said low and snuggled back into his chest listening to him purring, a smile etched on his face.

Sophie wanted to take her relationship with Demetri further but was nervous and a little embarrassed due to her inexperience, so she decided to speak to Heidi. She found Heidi in her room “Hello Heidi, can I speak to you…privately, please?” She asked nervously “Of course hunny. Come in” Heidi replied closing her door. They took seat on the sofa facing the fireplace “What did you want to talk to me about?” Sophie took a deep breath before answering low “I want to take things further with Dem but I-I don’t know how” Heidi heard her clearly thanks to her vampire hearing “Not to point out the obvious Sophie but you have a baby so surely you know something about the topic” Sophie realised then that Demetri hadn’t mentioned anything to Heidi about the night Ellie was conceived “Erm…yea…no I-I…god this is so awkward” Heidi took Sophie’s hands in hers, sensing she was nervous “There’s something you should know…regarding Ellie” Heidi remained quiet, just nodding for her to continue “My first and only sexual experience wasn’t consensual…” Tears filled her eyes “Oh Sophie…I’m so sorry” Heidi wrapped her arms around her “Does Dem know?” Heidi asked “Y-Yes, he knows. He, Felix and the twins tracked him down, before torturing and killing him a few weeks back” Sophie replied “Ok…that’s one way to deal with the situation I suppose. Speak to him about how you are feeling and he will take things slowly with you” Heidi responded loosening her hold on Sophie

“He has been nothing but a gentleman Heidi, he’s a great guy. I couldn’t ask for anyone better to be my mate or to be Ellie’s dad. I just don’t know how to let him know that I want our relationship to become more intimate” Heidi smiled at her “There are a few things you can do hunny. You could buy some new lingerie and wear it for him, just ensure you won’t be interrupted by the kids” Heidi chuckled before continuing “You could invite him to share a shower or a bubble bath with you; things could get interesting especially if you wash one another. Or the next time the two of you are either cuddling on the sofa or in bed, run your hand over him until you reach his crotch, then cup it and gently squeeze while kissing him. He’ll get the hint and things should progress naturally from there” Sophie felt her cheeks heat a little “Thank you for the advice Heidi” “You’re welcome hunny. If you want company when you go shopping for lingerie just let me know” “I will thank you. I best get back before Ellie wakes from her nap.” Sophie’s talk with Heidi definitely gave her plenty to think about.

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alwaysupatnight · 3 years

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I was tagged by @astarkey!! 🥰

How many works do you have on AO3? 10

What’s your total ao3 word count? currently it’s 70794, but it might be more if I can ever finish this post amaru oneshot I’m working on for @yossariandawn. It was supposed to be a paragraph, but it’s currently 1600 words and therefore more than long enough to post on AO3 once it’s finished.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Wild Youth

Giving Up the Ghost

Got My Love to Keep Me Warm

Living Dead Girl

Daddy AF

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? Yes, I usually respond to all my comments right away, unless I forget and then too much time passes and then it feels weird. 😅 I like to acknowledge my readers and let them know I appreciate their support! And to answer any questions they have or just to engage in conversation. lol I’ve made friends from hijacking the comments section on other authors’ fics before too. And I always love to hear from y’all!!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? I think the twins-verse and Touch series will probably have the happiest endings since they’re the fluffiest fics I’m working on. Also Losing My Cool is supposed to get really smutty in the upcoming chapters and I can’t imagine those two wouldn’t be happy after all of that. lmfao

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I think probably my Beth fic. And Wild Youth. We’ll see about the culebra Seth fic...

Do you write crossovers? Not lately... back in the day I did wanna write a twd/fdtd crossover though and sometimes I still do. lol If anything it would probably just be a twd AU because I’m not in twd fandom anymore. I’m not against adding in cameos though. :P

Have you received hate on a fic? Not since I posted on ffnet like almost a decade ago lol Haven’t gotten any hate on any of my AO3 fics though

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes... lol not in a while though... I have a few fics I’ve been meaning to work on. culebra seth is supposed to have some pretty explicit smut eventually, and the sex fails fic too... I hope my smut writing skills are decent but I really don’t know. I guess it’s still pretty tame? WHATEVER I JUST DON’T SEE SETH GECKO AS BEING VERY ADVENTUROUS IN BED OKAY. HE LOOKS LIKE THAT BUT HE’S SO VANILLA. 🤣

Have you ever had a fic stolen? YES 😤 This was a few years ago, but my first ever sethkate fic -- Got My Love to Keep Me Warm -- got ripped off by another sethkate author *cough* the_stargazing_dreamer *cough* Their fic is still up on AO3 too (ch35 of the glimpses oneshot series), forever taunting me and an eternal reminder of that horrible experience. I contacted the author about it back in the day and they went and changed SOME things, but the plagiarism is still pretty obvious imo. 😒 I really loved their fics up until that point too but now they’re forever boycotted. IF YOU DELIBERATELY PLAGIARIZE SOMEONE ELSE’S WORK YOU ARE A SHITTY PERSON OKAY IDGAF. But just so y’all know, I may occasionally post short works or excerpts of my writing here, but ALL of my writing only goes on my AO3 account under the name alwaysupatnight. So if you see something of mine that is somewhere NOT here on my blog or on my AO3 account, please let me know!

Have you ever had a fic translated? nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but if anyone wants to write something with me I’d be into it!! Although I wouldn’t be able to guarantee I could FINISH anything 😅 my abandoned wips still haunt me to this day

What’s your all-time favorite ship? I feel like whatever I’m currently shipping becomes my all-time fave... lol I’m gonna go with SethKate for this answer though. I haven’t moved on from them yet, and I lowkey hope I never do.

What’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? Ideally, I’d love to finish all my wips but I realize that would take me several lifetimes... 😅 I’m still dedicated to finishing the culebra Seth fic. And probably also the cruise fic I came up with back when I first joined the fandom. The whole story is there in my outline and everything. I just gotta write it. 😩

What are your writing strengths? I like to think I’m really good at dialogue and keeping everyone in character. Also, I’ve been told I have really good diction by multiple people. I think I’m okay at writing action scenes too.

What are your writing weaknesses? Basically all the stuff that comes in between the dialogue and action lol so like description and PLOT and FEELINGS 😑

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I’ll only do it if I’m confident that what I’m translating is accurate. Otherwise I’ll just summarize it in English lol

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Samurai Champloo. no you can’t read it IT’S AWFUL 🥺

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? I think my favorite thing I’ve EVER written might be this little ficlet I wrote for the Borra fandom back in the day [here]. my favorite thing I’ve posted on AO3, however, would probably be the Touch series fics. THEY’RE SO FLUFFY I LOVE THEM. they make me so happy 😊

I’ve been away from home for almost 2 weeks with oftentimes not great internet, so I’m not sure who might have already done this, but I’m tagging: @imaginedfables, @tiesthatbind1899, @milkshakemicrowave, @sandalaris, @justjstuff, @worthallyourgalleons and any of my other followers who write fic!! 😊

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caffiine · 4 years

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A BRIEF PAUSE

From my regularly scheduled content. I’ve got some shit to say, y’all (forewarning for spicy language and spoilers)

I thought about making this post on my fandom subblog but this show and this relationship have been TOO important to me for the past 8 years to not give it its proper place in my life. strap in bc im not sure how long this mf is about to be.

When i started this DUMB show at age 19 tortured soul “empath” dark academia me thought sam winchester was going to be my favourite character. and don’t @ me, i love sam now in his own right (and we deserve some SAILEEN PEOPLE). but after literally less than 5 episodes i KNEW dean’s character and his arc were going to be amazing and beautiful and he immediately became my favourite brother. The nuances of his character i.e. his shell vs his true self were so evident to me even in the first couple seasons. in my humble opinion, he had the most growth of the two brothers.

They all deserve to be happy, but for whatever FUCKING reason dean has the HARDEST TIME OF ANYONE being happy in this show. I know it’s his character. I know it was written that way. But FFS. I kept wondering when they were going to wrap up his emotional arc and stop torturing the poor dude.

then in season 4 they introduced castiel and 1) I thought the new concept of angels as assholes was super cool and 2) I hardcore SIMPED over misha collins (still do). I watched benignly as cas and dean began to form this relationship that seemed pretty special. I started watching the show when it was in its eighth season and I binged the shit out of it for two weeks until I was caught up. By the time I was caught up I was CERTAIN there were some feelings between them and I LOVED it. I am bisexual and I was ECSTATIC for a potential queer relationship between two masculine-portrayed dudes. I went on tumblr to express my newfound theory, only to find out that this was a real THING. “Destiel” was already an idea that had absolutely and intensely BLOSSOMED in the fandom for several seasons already. So many others saw what I saw and saw the potential of emotionally tortured/constipated “daddy’s blunt instrument” dean and the unfeeling daddy’s boy cas “crack in his chassis” Winchester being allowed to be happy together. I felt validated and hopeful. For a while.

Then it was season after season of hopefulness for them to be finally happy with each other while still fighting the ills of their world with sam and the other new members of their family that were added along the way, only to constantly have that hope seemingly teased away at the end every single time. By season 11 and the introduction of amara (not bashing, eventually loved her character and her development too) I gave up. I lost hope. I stopped watching the show. I didn’t want to keep watching my two favourite characters continuously abused by the story they were thrown into.

I know not everyone likes destiel, not everyone thought it was real. That’s chill, idc. Stories are so often meant to be (and sometimes inadvertently) left up to interpretation by the person experiencing and consuming them. It’s what’s so amazing about books and shows and movies that are able to make us feel so intensely about them and their characters. And I felt SO strongly about dean and cas. It was honestly really upsetting to me, the way the show was going with their relationship.

A while later season 13 had been going on and I started seeing some things pop up on my dash. Hopeful things. I did a bit of research and accidentally saw THE SCENE from season 12 and I couldn’t help myself. I restarted it. I watched the whole thing from the beginning again AND introduced it to my boyfriend I think partially as a way to ensure I wasn’t imagining shit (it took him awhile and a lot of me internally screaming during many scenes but by season 9 he was like “uh are they in gay love”). Fast forward to me finally catching up as season 14 was starting. I was still hopeful, somehow. And it happened AGAIN. Season 14 and the beginnings of 15 made me so sad. I HATED what they did with their relationship. I HATED the way it ended. I HATED the way dean treated cas and everyone around him. It felt like the show was taking his whole character arc back to day 1. I didn’t understand. I kept watching for a couple episodes after the big argument and cas left but the luster was gone and eventually I just stopped.

I love this show. It has meant so much to me as a story. So many of the characters are/were very dear to me. I know it’s a running joke with this show about character deaths and homophobia but the strength of the bond I felt was between cas and dean gave me a lot of hope. But it wasn’t enough. I felt betrayed one too many times. And for those of you who kept watching, for whatever reason, I don’t hold it against you. It’s still a beautiful and interesting story without cas and dean’s relationship. But I just personally couldn’t do it anymore.

I hadn’t planned on watching the rest of season 15 when it came back after pandemic hiatus, at least not for awhile. So imagine my FUCKING surprise when I was doom scrolling through twitter during election week on Thursday and I see supernatural trending right along with election shit.

What.

I couldn’t stop myself, I looked and literally SCREAMED and made my boyfriend spill his wine all over our couch. I didn’t know exactly what happened as I hadn’t seen the episode but APPARENTLY all my emotions and feelings had been at least partially vindicated. So I BOUGHT season 15 so I could finish watching where I had left off. I watched 8 episodes in less than 24hrs (don’t judge me there’s a quarantine) and I LIKED them. And it might’ve been bc I knew what was about to happen in 15 x18 but I really felt like the show was getting STRONGER as it neared its finish.

I was so excited for 15x19. I read so many posts from fellow fans, destiel and antis alike. There really weren’t a lot of bad emotions running around. Everyone seemed hopeful and excited like me.

I probably don’t need to go over 15x19 emotions but im going to anyway. I was disappointed. I was confused. I was angry. we are in season 15. The last season ever for this show that has had a HUGE following of fans who have loved it, sometimes unconditionally, sometimes even though it wasn’t the best (and sometimes less than good). A season and show that had just announced YES. CAS LOVES DEAN. ITS REAL. And I shouldn’t have to go over the nuances of why we would expect more after this, with two episodes to go before the show is done forever.

But I will bc im mad af.

Like I said in the beginning. Dean’s character arc has been incredible. His emotional growth – as subtle as it might’ve seemed – has been amazing. And dean has always been an emotional, loving person. he just felt like he wasn’t because the world made him feel that way. And that’s sad, y’all. Dean deserves to realize he DESERVES happiness. And in 15x18, we were finally heading basically directly there. With destiel, yes, but even if you’re anti, what cas said to dean about who he is and why he loves him obviously struck a fucking chord with dean. It obviously changed the way he viewed himself (RE: “that’s not who I am, that’s not who we are”).

But for WHATEVER reason that’s ALL we got in 15x19. One fucking SENTENCE about dean realizing maybe he’s not just built to kill people. And then jack leaves without a single mention of Eileen or cas or Charlie or literally anyone they ever cared about and dean rode off into the sunset alone with his brother while we watched a fucking FIVE MINUTE MONTAGE that made me want to hurl my own body into the sun they were driving toward. And cas is STILL DEAD.

BUT THERE’S STILL ONE EPISODE LEFT AND FUCK ME IF I HAVENT BEEN PAINTING ON MY CLOWN MAKEUP ALL WEEK. SO WHAT DO I WANT????

ONE: DEAN DESERVES HAPPINESS. REAL HAPPINESS. What the FUCK supernatural??? Wasn’t this the whole point of his arc??? And don’t get me wrong I REALLY want that happiness to come from Cas and a real spoken relationship of some sort between them bc it also ties in with my second point but tbh just PLEASE let dean be happy. Dean is a loving person and does everything for love as we JUST FOUND OUT. Dean would NOT be happy with everyone he’s ever loved gone for the rest of his life. I just don’t believe that’s fucking true. h elp him pls.

TWO: CAS DESERVES HAPPINESS. I know we got this whole speech about “happiness isn��t in the having it’s simply in being” but like. Really. Castiel was supposed to be a throwaway character no one was supposed to care about. But we all cared SO MUCH that he lasted 11 SEASONS longer than intended and became a main character and an integral part of the story. Cas has arguably sacrificed more than anyone on this show. His last act was to sacrifice his life to save the man he loved. He knew where he was going. He knew he was finally going to be able to tell dean he loved him and then immediately be taken by the empty where we know now thanks to season 15 that everyone in there just gets to dream forever about their regrets and sadness. HOW IS THAT FAIR. HOW IS THAT A GOOD ENDING FOR CAS. HOW DO YOU EXPECT ANYONE – CHARACTERS AND FANS ALIKE –TO BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT. Its messed up, supernatural. Y’all KNOW it is and I hope to HIGH HEAVENS this is going to be corrected in 15x20.

THREE: give sam Eileen back.

Well that’s all I’ve got in me, folks. I’m absolutely and intensely dreading Thursday. Im scared and nervous and obviously still angry that this is absolutely going to be the opposite of what they promised – another “game of thrones” ending. Some of y’all are giving me hope with your posts about maybe they’re trying to keep the ending a surprise and maybe cas is coming back and how can they not and why else would they have done the second to last episode like that and I hope yall are right.

Either way, im glad I am not alone with my feelings. Thanks yall for the experience of this fandom and show. Let’s stick together on Thursday, no matter our differences.

PS stop calling jensen ackles a homophobe or ill hex you.

#supernatural #destiel #deancas #oh and #saileen #just to make sure theyre not forgotten #dean winchester #castiel #Misha Collins #jensen ackles #15x18 #15x20 #15x19 #i fucking guess #dean x castiel #casdean #castiel x dean #supernatural season 15

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og-danny-dorito · 4 years

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Hancock SFW Headcanons To Satiate My Undying Thirst for This Raisin

this is dedicated to all of my 12 year old monster/humanoid obsessions, and to the ones which may follow such as this mans, John Hancock, the mayor of Goodneighbor. because I'll be damned if I see a ghoul and don't become immediately attracted to them. also these weren't requested, but @thatwolfnamednyla seemed interested so i'll tag them (i can remove the tag too if you want me to, just let me know).

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S F W :

- ok so, I’m gonna start off with physical headcanons because it’s easier for me to base everything off of that

- since most of the heights in the game are the same and they don’t really give any actual canon heights for them, I’d say that he’s about 5”5 because I love the imagine of a short man with a knife. like-

- yeah he’s definitely powerful and strong willed and mental the opposite of a short baby man, but like can you just imagine some dude walking up to you and having to look up at you because he’s small? Especially a high af ghoul man small boy? an artistic virtue

- that, and he’s generally the most crackhead out of all the companions

- like he’s the guy to go to if you’re itching to bust out some chems and go shoot at random shit in the middle of the night cause he’s just that kinda dude

- he lives for the thrill of things, and so obviously someone equally as crackhead as he is would fit him perfectly, but for the sake of actual relationship building I’d say that he’s better fit with a rational crackhead

- like yeah, going out and getting yourself fucked up is great, but like not to the point of getting yourself so fucked up beyond repair, yknow? someone who takes a second and a half to think his crazy ass ideas through and THEN do it with him is the best person for the job as his metaphorical babysitter

- and he really likes to be taken care of because he’s a sucker for that shit. I would say that he has a daddy/mommy kink but like these aren’t nsfw and so I’m not gonna bust out that nasty shit just yet

- that said, being his partner doesn’t have very specific guidelines. being pansexual AND polyamorous allows him to love freely as he was genetically destined to anyway

- seriously, he’s attracted to you if you say something nice to him and show a little bit of interest that’s just how it is. he doesnt really think of appearances unless he's only out for dick

- he doesn’t really have a specific type either??? but he finds timid and nervous people so fucking cute. like,,, if you keep apologizing because of small things he’ll ruffle your hair and start calling you ‘kid’ and ‘sweetie’ cause honestly it’s just so sweet to see you get all nervous and shy

- it literally makes him want to fistfight someone in an abandoned parking lot for you and he can't help his protectionist ways

- like he likes to be taken care of yeah, but he ends up setting y’all in the ‘give some get some’ scenario where it’s more of a partnership

- jokingly calls you ‘smoothskin’ even if your skin isn’t smooth like you’re scarred or something. it cracks him up because he does it in a smoker voice too but he already sounds like a smoker so he ends up coughing a little bit after in between laughs

- biggest goofball on the planet

- will literally play pranks on you because he finds it funny, like using makeshift pre-war whoopee cushion and shit like that. will also 100% love it if you prank him back. he doesn’t take much seriously and so any form of mild joking makes him genuinely happy

- if you’re inclined to more permanent relationships however, this could become an issue. not the whole whoopee cushion thing the seriousness thing

- just because he does sleep with other people and lowkey tell you all the time about how “That raider was packin, and I don’t mean to be a whore but honestly like if he wanted some he could get some.”, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. it’s just that it’s normal for him to be attracted to other people at the same time. it can be more than one person at once, which can sometimes be a problem if more traditional people not cool with it

- confronting him about it either to confirm it negatively or positively depends on your preference. he didn’t really think of this as permanent in the first place, more of a friends with benefits situation where you also benefit each other with extreme emotional support, and so you wanting to make it serious will trigger his fear of commitment

- therefore, if you’re not okay with it he may have a hard time adapting, but if he’s really grown on you then he can try to be better about it. he won’t make the one he loves uncomfortable without their permission, but he’ll try his best to explain it (the best that he can doesn't necessarily that he’ll do it well though)

- if you’re alright with it then he will most likely bring up the topic of either threesomes/poly-somes and/or adding someone else to your romantic stuff or something like that if either of areyou is interested. communication is key in this sort of thing, and so he’ll almost always go to you before like trying to initiate anything with someone after talking with them and you about the situation

- oh did I mention fear of commitment? Cause I’m about to get real angsty

- MAN does he have an issue with it. not only that, but the reason he doesn’t really view this thing as permanent is because he’s fairly certain he’ll outlive you. he's terrified of loosing you one day and then not knowing what the he'll to do with himself for the rest of his life. he’s scared of being tied down it totally goes against his whole thing of freedom, and since he’s already conflicted about anarchy and order he literally avoids thinking about settling down with anyone or anything

- he’s holding onto a past that brought him joy then, but could ruin him now. and the best way to deal with that is to try to get through it as best as you can and leave the past behind, but he still finds himself reminiscing about things that could’ve happened

- it keeps him up sometimes, thinking about it. he’ll lay flat on his back in bed, staring at the ceiling for hours at a time just... thinking. and only when he’s lightly pressed about it will he say something, and even then it seems more like he’s struggling to find the words. It’s weird how he can talk to goodneighbor’s citizens like it’s nothing, but talking about himself gets him all choked up

- he would very much like it if you just like, kissed his face or hold his hand sometimes. to him it speaks more than a thousand words, and if he’s really having a hard time it means everything for you to be there for him

- that, and with the fact that you’re his best friend means that you’re his ride or die partner in crime

- just sitting around and doing chems with you and getting all philosophical or doing dumb shit is pretty much all he needs to be satisfied with you, and he really likes hearing you talk about pre-war society

- whether your views are negative or positive, he likes hearing about the way things used to work. he likes your stories about how you grew up and how you came to be who you are today, and a lot of the time he finds himself asking you about something he doesn’t know because you’re technically the ultimate source of knowledge on that stiff by this point

- you’d have to assure him that you didn’t know everything and no, you had no idea what year that random object he found was made, but he likes it anyway. you pique his interest, and just sharing a few mindset traits with you makes him feel much more secure and like you’ve got something that matters to the both of you

- that, and he thinks you’re the coolest motherfucker on the planet

- he’d probably be more attracted to free spirits, those who hold a strong moral code and defend it like it’s their lifeline. obviously he has a wide range of romantic and causal interest guidelines, but that’s the key point there. Someone who stands for what they believe in and protects those around them

- and NOW for my favorite part, miscellaneous headcanons ;

he’s probably the most openly sexual out of all the companions besides Gage, but tbh gage isn't down to walk naked through commonwealth and he is so obviously he’s the most freaky

he’s more himbo oriented, although with this chart done originally by @cockneydio

I can tell you that he’s this 👌 close to being a feral himbo and is probably turned on by danger so you can already tell what kinda bitch he is

he likes to give you his jacket when you’re cold or he just feels like it and it usually smells like cigarettes and gunpowder

thinks that pastel colors and soft clothes are kind of cute on people for some reason

is a sucker for pda, might die if you kiss on his neck or tell him he looks nice that day while you’re in public. Also super into just randomly slapping your ass because he finds it hilarious (slapping his ass in turn earns you a flirty comment and a mildly turned on raisin man)

loves receiving gifts from you and equally as much giving them, which is commonly just cool little things he’s found and thought you would like

makes cheesy pick up lines all the time and you can’t change my mind

would die for pet names, given or received. like yes call him “honey” and “sugar” he will MELT he's just a big nerd

he's kinda self conscious about himself around you, but likes phsycial contact too much to deny himself of it so he's literally always attached to you and/or on top of you if he can help it

- hancock isn’t feral, but he sure does act like it sometimes. what he needs is someone who can balance him out and give him the space when he needs it, and who genuinely cares about he people around them regardless of who or what they are. just being there for him on the bad days means the world to him, and he wouldn’t give what y'all have up for all the caps and chems in the world

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ladyalice101 · 5 years

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jonsa fic recs

alright, i’ve had a couple requests for recs, so here is my list. these are all fairly recent fics, all written this year i think. all of them are from my bookmarks on ao3, but i picked the recent ones which are my god-tier recs, my oh-my-god-i-love-this-so-much-i-think-i’m-going-to-die, the ones i reread. they have very little in common, but if you don’t find anything on here that tickles your fancy, then feel free to check out my bookmarks. i have just over 100 on there, and every single one on there are fics that i think are absolutely phenomenal.

for @abi117 @why-cant-i-be-careless and @orangeflavoryawp

canon divergent

Victory by moutainsbeyondmountains. one-shot, 5489k.

“You won already, Your Grace,” Tyrion said mournfully. “Enjoy your victory. There are no lands left to conquer. And there are no more dragons.”

if you read no other fic on this list, read this one. seriously. it’s d.ny pov, and glorious. genuinely, i couldn’t give this high enough praise. i reread this A LOT. like, a lot a lot. i could probably quote this fic.

I Want Something so Impure by @asilentfrenzy. one-shot, 10166k.

“You have caused this, you and your queen. You allowed her to speak to me that way, allowed her to order my obedience in my own home as if I’m to be her new dog to train. I am the Lady of Winterfell, and your inbred aunt has no right to-”

“Aye, you are the Lady of Winterfell,” he growled, his eyes flashing with an added flame of fury at the mention of the woman’s newly found relations to him. “The same Lady of Winterfell who not too long ago advised me to be smart, yet it seems that you can’t follow your own advice.”

“Be smart,” she repeated, filling her face with a look of mocking humor. “By kneeling? By allowing her to seize my title and command my people? Perhaps I should offer her these chambers as well. Better, I’ll just offer them to you again, seeing as I’m sure you’ll be sharing a bed. Shall I fuck her as well? As I want to be just as smart as you, Jon.”

so if you couldn’t tell from the summary, this one is sassy af. it features darkish/dominant!jon, which is my jam, and is pretty much just 10k of smut, which is also my jam.

it’s a small crime, and i’ve got no excuse by mxash. 5/5, 8214k.

“did you see her?” sansa snarled, a hand come to pull at his collar, pulling his mouth down only hairs from her own. “your targaryen queen has dressed as though she was a whore to catch your eye.” jon smirked as she bit his lip. what was this? dany had almost recoiled in her disgust and shock, but she hadn’t been able to pull herself away from the horrific sight. my lover and his own sister.

this one serves some dark!jonsa realness, and it deserves more comments/kudos. it is written entirely in lowercase, but don’t let that distract you. the characters are dark, and devoted, and who doesn’t love d.ny catching jon and sansa fucking? seriously, this one is a must-read.

Dark in Bloom by @orangeflavoryawp. oneshot, 8304k.

"His gravity wavers, the axis of his world tilted to the measure of her lips." - Jon and Sansa. The stain of desire bleeds slowly between them.

yeah orange, i’m reccing one of your own fics to you. seriously though, this is just like ... mindblowing. i cannot overstate how much i love this one. i literally will just randomly remember it sometimes, when i’m just going about my daily business, and i’m like “shit, that fic by orange was a masterpiece. love it.” so, yeah, if that doesn’t tell you how much i love it, then idk what will.

what i’m asking by @amymel86. oneshot, 1173k.

"I'm not here to talk about that," Theon says, setting off another, thankfully smaller coughing fit. "I'm here to talk about Sansa."

Jon can feel the blood drain from his face. "Is she ill?"

Theon shakes his head, lifting his eyes to Jon as he coughs into his fist. "No," he finally says, his lungs giving him a small reprieve. "The Queen is in her prime. Which is why you are needed."

okay, ya’ll obvi know of amy. she writes so much fantastic fic. but i feel like this one kind of flew under the radar? which is a CRIME tbh. this fic was so ... it was so heartbreaking, but in the best way. it’s not that divergent from canon, bc the main thing that is truly different is that theon lives. seriously love this fic.

A Toss of the Coin by Paige242. one-shot, 3793.

Years after the war, the Queen in the North and the pardoned Queenslayer welcome their first child. Old traits emerge, and Jon worries about this Dragon in a den of Wolves.

ok, so this is a future fic where jon and sansa married. i don’t even know how to describe this one. it isn’t jonsa focused, but that doesn’t make it any less brilliant. it is so unique, and i’m yet to read another fic that explores the idea of one of jonsa’s kids inheriting some targaryen madness. there IS a part two, which was just as amazing. pls do yourself a favour and read this!

Choose by @esther-dot. oneshot, 5630k

“I know the cost of our loves. I know too well how they fall on the scale, one outweighing the other. I know what you tried to tell me. I know.” She was looking at him now, and he was afraid, but he would say the words that he had been unable to silence. “I never had the chance to choose you, but I would. I would choose you every time.”

THE DIALOGUE IN THIS IS INCREDIBLE. i just reread this to try and find my fave quote, but i actually can’t even pick. there are just so many amazing conversations, between sansa and jon, sansa and d.ny, arya and jon .. ugh, the list goes on. love this, please read.

Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge by alltheshinywords. one-shot, 3187k.

Post 8x03, slightly AU. Tormund and Jaime inexplicably find themselves becoming matchmakers when they notice a certain chemistry between Jon Snow and Sansa Stark. Extreme fluff and silliness.

this one is the least angsty on the list, and honestly it’s just such a good time. i remember reading this while s8 was airing, and honestly it was just so light hearted that i laughed out loud several times, despite being heartbroken over what happening in the show.

canon, but alternative universe

leave behind a love story by aetherae. one-shot, 9562k.

Maybe if things had been different, they wouldn't be like this. They would be worse.

ok, so, despite the summary, i naively went into this expecting a happy ending. yeah, so, no. however, this was one of the most interesting fics i’ve read in a while, because each universe it explored was so different to the ones i usually see floating around. and the writing was SUPERB.

i fell in love with a war (and nobody told me it ended) by mountainsbeyondmountains. one-shot, 18752k.

In which the North and the South have been at war for years, and Sansa unexpectedly finds herself on the run with a certain Targaryen bastard.

this is an avatar/bender au, and it is GLORIOUS. after i read this, i promptly devoured every other fic this author has written bc i loved it so much. the bending is just a backdrop to the amazing enemies-lovers this fic delivers.

modern au

Fuel and Fire by @zarahjoyce. currently 4608k, 4/?, WIP.

"You see?" Sansa says, smiling now. "If you really have to have a room far away from me, seems like you need to move into a different hotel." As an afterthought she adds, "Or to another planet."

"Bet you'd just love that, wouldn't you?" Jon asks her.

"Loads," she snarls.

He takes a deep breath, all the while just looking at her.

Truth be told Jon will give anything in the world to be able to just-- just--

Jon and Sansa, and all the tropes applicable to them.

All. The. Tropes.

ok so zarah in general writes AMAZING fic, they’re always so creative and inventive and i’m always genuinely shook by the fic they write. but like, this one is the god tier one BC TROPES.

when we kiss: mmmm, fire by @dancemajicdance. 8/8, 39705k.

Sansa might be seeing someone casually, but thanks to Arya, Robb, and Theon, it’s Jon who’s got the inside track on how to get Sansa to take him seriously.

aka: the one where jon finds out that sansa has a daddy kink, and he uses it to seduce her away from the dating scene and into his arms, heeeey-oh!

yes yes, it’s a daddy kink fic, and it’s fucking glorious alright. if that’s not your thing though (even though i’m pretty sure this fic is EVERYONE’S thing) then please, for the love of god, check out the rest of their stuff on ao3. you won’t regret it. even though they don’t write much jonsa anymore, the prolific contributions they HAVE made will go down in history as some of the best jonsa ever written imo.

As Long As We're Going Down by @alienor-woods. 9/12, currently 42228k, WIP.

Four years after Stannis Baratheon wins the Battle of the Blackwater, Sansa Stark finds herself summoned back to King's Landing to serve as a bridesmaid at Crown Princess Shireen's wedding. When King Stannis tries to marry Sansa off to his illegitimate nephew, Edric, she thinks quick and tells him she's already married--

--to her bodyguard, Jon Snow.

i actually don’t know how to explain how much i love this. it’s written so beautifully, and it’s so realistic and just ugh. read it. the adaption to modern royalty is the best i’ve ever read, and the characters are very raw, and very realistic. (also, yes, the characters have gotten together at this point in the story, in case you were scared of committing to a wip without the satisfaction of some hot and heavy scenes).

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonsa fic #fic rec #jonsa fic rec #actuallyjonsa

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narashikari · 4 years

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Thank You, Haikyuu!!

So here we are. The final chapter of Haikyuu...

Excuse me for becoming an emotional mess down in the cut. I only got into the fandom very recently, but holy eff I got too attached to these volleyball idiots way too quickly...

So yeah, I did see a lot of spoilers over the week, but I tried to resist posting about them myself until the official Viz translation was posted. But I did have a lot of FEELS over them, aaaah-

Also, I have this particular track from the Haikyuu OST in mind while reading the finale and it really contributes to the FEELS. It’s called Itadeki no Keshiki- or, translated, The View From the Summit. And lemme tell you, just listening to it, even without reading the chapter, already broke my heart a little.

Anyways, without further ado, an emotional rant ensues.

Also, crying over ships ensues.

First- that gorgeous, beautiful colored panels of Team Karasuno and a match with Nekoma, their eternal rivals. Seriously, words cannot describe just how beautiful this panel is. In fact... just look at it in its full glory. THE CHARACTER INTERACTIONS ALONE. HOLY FUCK.

THE PRETTY SETTER SQUAD OF AKAASHI, OIKAWA, YAHABA AND SEMI!!

BOKUTO AND IWAIZUMI AND TSUKKI!!

TENDOU LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF AT THE MIYA TWINS WHILE SHIRABU AND KUNIMI ARE JUST (-__-)

UDAI PLAYING A MOCK GAME WITH HOSHIUMI AND AKITERU

DAICHI, TANAKA AND HINATA’S CHILDHOOD FRIENDS ALL WATCHING THE GAME

AAAH MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS ALREADY

Tendou as a chocolatier. Somehow it fits him. He does have that Willy Wonka vibe to him...

“Best friends” my ass... Furudate said UshiTendou rights and had them meet up in Paris for a romantic dinner date

Former Nekoma peeps losing it over Fukunaga’s paella?

Just when we thought pro-gamer/CEO/sugar daddy Kenma & sports promoter Kuroo was the power couple of Nekoma... Furudate brought out pro-volleyball player Yaku & supermodel Lev.. YAKULEV NATION HOW ARE YOU FEELING NOW THAT YOU’RE WE’RE STANNING ONE HELL OF A POWER COUPLE

Also, Yaku bursting out laughing seeing Lev’s ad is just so... YakuLev

Wow, I didn’t expect Kanoka of all people to be brought back... and as the ace of the women’s national team of things! She may not have gotten the boy but man what a gig she got instead

And both Tanakas just being a huge supporter of her even now is just... my heart is so full rn

Furudate also said AsaNoya rights and had them run off for a world tour right when their friends are about to compete in the biggest tournament of their lives

Also how sweet is it that DaiSuga are still close to the Tanakas that they’re watching the Olympics together (and laughing at AsaNoya’s antics together)

THE RANDOM KID WHO TOLD USHIWAKA VOLLEYBALL WAS BORING BECAME AN USHIWAKA FAN I CANNOT

MONIWA OF ALL PEOPLE GETTING TICKETS TO SEE THE OLYMPICS LIVE

IWAIZUMI IS AN ATHLETIC TRAINER FOR TEAM JAPAN AAAAAAAAAH

AND THEY’RE PLAYING AGAINST OIKAWA AAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Oikawa being the underdog as the “unknown” in since he never made it to Nationals in high school... then he apparently settled down in Argentina and became a player on the National team

Look I didn’t like his attitude towards Kageyama because it reminded me too much of how I was treated in high school but man. I could respect his efforts. Good for him.

THE NATIONAL TEAM ROSTER IS LIT AF AHHHHHHH

Tsukki is still the pillar of salt we all know and love lmao... I can’t believe he’s on a team with Mad Dog of all people though!

Did Furudate seriously just say KageHina rights and had their partnership acknowledged by the announcers in the goddamned Olympics? Why yes they did

“FEARED AS POTENT MASTERS OF AERIAL COMBAT”

Daichi, Suga and the Tanakas are all of us right now

“LET’S PROVE AGAIN TO THE WORLD... THAT VOLLEYBALL IS FUN!”

If Furudate didn’t do that with Haikyuu I will eat my pants

Udai furiously working on his new manga... and holy hell, look at those arms (...I have an arm fetish thanks to Renn Kiriyama, sue me)

So... they didn’t do the “View from the Summit” speech, instead they did the other speech from the beginning of the manga. I highly recommend listening to this clip from the first Haikyuu stage show to accompany it. Fitting, not only because it was the FIRST stage show (which meant it portrayed the beginning of the manga)... but amongst those reciting the speech was Oikawa. THE FEELS!!

THIS PANEL UGH. THE ONLY THING THAT WOULD MAKE IT BETTER IS IF IT WERE IN FULL COLOR

THE FREAK QUICK DUO IS BACK, LADIES AND GENTS!!!

NOPE I’M NOT CRYING YOU ARE CRYING-

OKAY NOW I’M CRYING...!!! THEY PROMISED TO COMPETE WITH EACH OTHER EVEN ON THE WORLD STAGE... AND THEY DID IT

THESE FUCKERS STILL SHARE THE SAME BRAIN CELL ACROSS THE GODFUCKING GLOBE TEN YEARS AFTER THEY FIRST MET

Also, their numbers are still right next to each others’. FURUDATE REALLY SAID KAGEHINA SOULMATE RIGHTS

And with that... Haikyuu!! has officially ended! Ahh, I’m so emotional right now...

I probably won’t be able to sleep at all and I need to be awake in like 3 1/2 hours anyway so screw it, Imma go read more fanfic about volleyboys!

(Also also, now it’s practically canon that they will try to fluster the other by flirting/dirty talking in Portuguese/Italian. Language kink KageHina ftw?)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! spoilers #haikyuu!! chapter 402 #aaaah #my heart

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1x1 plot list!

hello girls, gays and theys! my name is crissy, i’m 21, go by she/her pronouns and live in the PST timezone. i am celebrating bullshitting my way through my junior year with ( copious amounts of tequila but also ) make a list of 1x1 ideas / plot bunnies because i need something to do during this Borentine and what better way to spend it then making myself cry with ships!

i primarily send really long keysmash head cannons through discord and the ims, but i am also down to do replies ( on tumblr or discord ) and ask memes are my most favorite. i am introverted af but very excited abt ships so i really like having rp partners who like want to stay up all night and write and scream with me, so if that sounds like u, come thru!

if u like any of these please don’t hesitate to shoot me an im!

also my discord is daddy devito#2918 ( & yes, i do hate myself )

were starting with mermaids bc i love mermaids

ALSO YES I LIKE OPPOSITE PLOTS DONT @@@@@ ME!!!!!

ALSO ALL OF THESE PLOTS CAN BE GAY! BE GAY DO CRIMES!

i’ve always kind of wanted one based loosely on these pictures x, x, x. im thinking ponyo meets enchanted meets h20 little mermaid AF realness! like maybe hes this lil regular boy high school college student taking pictures and stuff and sees this girl wash up on the shore looking very confused. so he helps her and you know, shes a little hysterical and cant walk very well, takes her into his apartment puts a towel over here bc she like keeps talking abt how shes a mermaid and hes like oh my god shes crazy ahh. she keeps saying her dad is king of the ocean and hes like???? do u have a last name? and the police dont know anything abt her she has no file, no id, no finger print in the database?

basically the mermaid is staying w the college student in his apartment and he like teaches her what the microwave and the tv is and its very soft they fall in luv maybe drama he has a girl friend who sucks a lot who is angry abt mermaid girl idk maybe the government realizes and tries to steal her! fun THAT FIRST PIC? MAYBE HE SAVED HER WHEN HE WAS A KID ONCE FROM DROWNING!!! AHHH

alternatively i found these pictures were are in the same vein very aquamarine x, x, x, lifeguard off duty surfing and he gets stuck in a gnarly wave and almost drowns but this mermaid saves his life! and he comes to see her a lot on the beach and they hang out and fall in love he teaches her how to speak english shows her his phone!!! MAYBE THE GOVERNMENT IS ALSO POACHING HER WE LOVE DRAMA

ok last mermaid plot? BUT ITS A SIREN PLOT!!!!!!! these sirens/a siren wipes out this sailors entire ship with the sirens song they all get drowned/eaten .... but plot twist! this one sailor homie lives bc he is DEAF and therefore IMMUNE TO THE SIREN SONG!! so this siren keeps tryna sing at him and its not working and u know they fall in love good stuff MORE POACHES MORE PIRATES MORE GOVERNMENT TRYNA KILL THE AQUATIC AMERICAN BC I LOVE SUFFERING modern or maybe set back in the day???? spicy

anthour or a sculptor that writes a book w a main character or makes a statue and it comes to life and has no perception of human stuff and is like a big alien

also literally all of these plots can be made gay as the flyest bi i ENCOURAGE it!!!! i will play either character in any of them pls tell me which one u like if u like one

pls the clown clown valedictorian plot

ok speaking of giving the gays everything they want

damn i just want a cheesy wlw 1x1 plot where the first girl is a famous celebrity hella spoiled very purse dog paris hilton type and her fancy convertible sports car breaks down smack dab in a small ass hick nowheresville town and this flannel wearing mannerless tomboy mechanic comes to fix her car but rich girl is stuck in town a few days while they order the part she needs for her car bc it’s a small town they don’t have it and they get closer and the celebrity girl is humbled by the town and learns a lot abt the world and herself just ,, good times LISTEN!!!! zendaya and kristine froseth ???? SPICY

ok maybe a period piece lady knight / princess plot where she was personally assignment to the princess but maybe its a whole mulan thing where no one knows the night is a girl and is posing as a man bc women were allowed to be knights and the princess is betrothed to some loser prince once again ill play either

princess body guard plots always smack

ok princess protection program BUT GET THIS instead of that its my boy dmitri who is the heir to the russian throne or some made up european country but theres an assasination attempt so hes told he has to go into witness protection. and this dude or girls dad is head of cia/fbi and dmitri has to pose as a foreign exchange student at y/ns college and be shown around/baby sat by them. they hate eachother. probably bc dmitri is obnoxious and entitled and sleeps w everyone. he was a matthew daddario fc but not that necessary!

cheerleaders on opposite squads who got the sexual tension!!!!

plot based off hollywood the netflix limited series where its 1940s-1950s hollywood and maybe actors falling in love, an actor and a director? OR omg even better an actor falling in love with some sort of stage crew, lighting, camera person............SPICY!

a beauty / makeup youtube influencer and a pranking rant gaming sort of youtuber and they have to collab and hate it points if its gay

that cliche plot where ur friends older brother is hot

ok kstew / naomi scott .....that is such.....a wave

UGLY BETTY PLOT BITCH!!!!!! REVERSE THE ROLES OR MAKE IT GAY

i saw this gifset of margo robbie and michael b jordan talking abt how they are eachothers celebrity crush and it got my brain turning

a very whimsical hopeless romantic artist who finds a muse in a no nonsense american college student studying law studying abroad

PERCY JACKSON BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE HUNGER GAMES BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

business man/prodigal son who falls in love with a stripper/escort

harry potter......next gen................please.............scorose............but like can i play ravenclaw soft boy nothing like draco scorpio BUT ALSO ALL THE HP i also really like ocs also BEAUXBATONS DRUMSTRANG ( if anyone wants to help me w a not hogwarts but other wizarding school rp let me know )

not to b cliche but uh....pastors son bad boy plot yes!

alternatively bad girl good boy/girl plot yes! ( can i pls play bad girl seulgi its Dire )

horror until dawn stuff

soul eater? death note? OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB BITCH!!!! ANIME!

the epically cliche popular person failing math and is gonna get kicked off cheer gets tutored by biggest loser in school and only agrees to tutor her in math if she teaches them how to be cool to impress crush (popular persons friend) and they do that, they start to bond, she gives nerd a makeover the whole school falls in love with them and the popular girls real jealous and wHEw

a disgruntled detective whos wife cheated on him with his partner and he drinks everyday (also could b a lady) throws himself into work and this waitress at the diner he works at who is the opposite of him and very sunshiney

OKAY HANNIBAL but like the hannibal is a lady!

superhero x villian plot! spicy maybe theyre exes! or they went to the same super power school?

SPEAKING OF SUPERHEROS I WANT A MIRACULOUS LADYBUG PLOT RIGHT FUCKING NOW SOMEONE PLAY CHOU TZUYU AS MARINETTE!!!!!!!!!

also every disney plot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i think this will get added to but for now this is the gist HIT ME THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!

#1x1 rp #1x1 #1x1 plot #plot bunny #discord rp

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|OUR GIRL |M|PT 6 |

(BTW I JUST ADORE THIS GIF..BUT PHYSICALLY THE BOYS LOOKS HOW THEY DO NOW..LONG SHAGGY HAIR..TAN SKIN..A WHOLE ASS THIRST TRAP)

VHOPE X OC (Taehyung x OC/ HOSEOK X OC)

***YOUR BOYS FINALLY PUT THAT SPARE KEY TO USE AND SURPRISE YOU WHILE THERE ON BREAK***

AN ESTABLISHED FWB SITUATION…..

IDOL BTS X FAN-ISH OC

PURE SMUT NO PLOT...your boys are both whipped AF

Hoseok’s a whole daddy....(The kink itself is light but the traits are strong AF)

Tae’s your baby boy...more so because he’s the youngest of the threesum

Switch Tae...typically the OC is also a switch but she’s kinda being a sub tonight..she’s feelin a little needy!

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Also Tae’s a little snitch lol ...

WARNINGS: Dirty talk, light spit play, light cum play, teasing, a slight pain/choking kink,oral (F receiving) light daddy kink, soft dom Hoseok, mentions of bondage, drawn out foreplay if you will….

Very light MxM they kiss towards the end...but I mean it’s clear this FWB situation goes in both directions!

“Babyyy” Cooed past his lips, brushing against the side of your neck, you could literally feel the need in his voice. Faint airy kisses being painted along your skin had your eyes fluttering open, vision still hazy amongst the darkness. To be fair you felt the bed shift..you also felt hands roaming down your body, but you knew who it was..you knew his touch!

Yet you didn't wake up right away...to be honest you thought you were dreaming, considering it’s been damn near 3 months since you've seen your boys. Your dreams had become very ...Vivid will say.. Sucking on the sweetpost at the base of your neck, grinding his hips against your own, the only barrier between the two of you was the rough fabric of his jeans. The warmth from his skin flush against your own “Taee…” his name fell you your lips in nothing more than a moan, you were already panting and he barely touched you, nuzzling your nose into his hair, needing to take in his natural scent!

Nothing but the humm of the fan buzzing through your ears,kissing his way down your body, until he was buried between your thighs. Placing soft languid kisses against your clit before sucking it between his lips . Every flick of the tongue damn near had you running up the bed you were so sensitive, it’s been way too long since someone besides yourself has made you come.

“Hi baby….”No matter how dark it was you could see the smirk on his face clear as day, lips moving over to nuzzle against your thigh. Leaving open mouth kisses against your flesh, sucking the sensitive skin between his teeth. Letting his tongue take a lap around your bikini line until you were practically throbbing for him to come back to your core. You could feel yourself starting to clench around NOTHING just because you needed some sort of stimulation...

Laying a couple kitten licks against the hood of your clit, body jolting at every end , Instinctively your hands roamed down your stomach and nestled into his hair,letting them get lost in the long wavy mane that’s formed along his scalp. “Tae, babyyy” This time when the words fell from your lips it was desperate,frantic, needy. There was just something about feeling his hair tickle your thighs as he unraveled you nerve by nerve that made this seem...real! Suddenly you needed so much, nothing felt like enough, you needed to feel his man every damn were because it’s felt like years since you’ve had him! Your entire body was tingling as your heart thumped rapidly in your chest.

Caressing his cheek in your hand, stroking it fondly, loving how soft, and warm he felt! “Missed you” vibrated against your folds as he dove back in, not wasting any time giving you everything you needed and then some! Tongue taking its time to explore every niche within your folds as if it was his first time tasting you. Allowing himself to get reacquainted with your body all over again, deep breathy moans zipped through every nerve in your body as he tasted you. “Hmm, your soo good baby, you taste so fuckin good…”

“Tae-fuck…” Your were already so gone , mind in a haze, as your nails alternated between his back and his scalp, stroking every inch of skin you could reach . Almost as if you thought if you let go you’d wake up and realize this was all just a dream!

No matter how immersed you were it didn't take you long to snap out of it upon realizing someone was missing. Propping yourself up on your elbows, stroking his hair out of his face “T-Tae, wheres-” Neck rolling back on your shoulders as your muscles tightened, thighs shaking, as he sucked your clit between his lips, at a relentless pace. Grazing the budd between his teeth, eliciting just the right amount of pain! Clearly he had no intentions of letting up until you came all over his face. “Go easy on me baby-fuckkk-...” The last syllable hanging off your tongue for longer than you intended. The grip you held on his hair only got tighter as your body jerked and seized under his hold. Completely ignoring your cries and pleads, only making him dig his nails even deeper into your thighs so you couldn’t wiggle away!You could feel him smiling against your heat, as you panted out desperately just needed a moment….shit!

“I’m right here...be a good girl for Tae baby….”Fuck, there he was, you could feel the control in his voice,in true Jung Hosoek fashion, it was never a question..always a statment. Frame resting against the door, strolling in your direction far to slow for your liking. “Let baby boy have his fun...all he could talk about was how bad he needed to taste you..let Tae make you come baby…..let him give you what you need” The emphines on the word “Need” set every nerve on your body ablaze in combination with the pure lust the rolled off his tongue, as he oh so calmly told you what to do.

“Your looking at me like you wanna fuck the shit outta me…” Hoseok breathed out with an airy chuckle discarding his shirt in the process, pulling it over his head in one clean sweep. You couldn't take your eyes off of him if you wanted too, thankful they’d adjusted to the pure darkness that surrounded the three of you.

“Fuck, I do, I just wanna touch you..c’mere…” lacking all patience as you tugged on his pants, earning an arrogant chuckle that you couldn't even be mad about because you needed him.

Hands soothing up the youngers back slowly, letting his fingers met yours as they got tangled in his hair. “Did you miss it baby?Miss how good daddy’s cock fills you up? ” The implied question was more than rhetorical as he cupped the outline of his length, stroking himself until the imprint of his dick was engraved into his sweats! Grabbing your hand, replacing it with his as you worked him, his length was hard enough for you to fully be able to grip him even though the gabric. Thumb pressed firm against his tip, the slight wetness let your know he was already dripping.

His eyes were burning into your own as he started grinding his hips into our palm, soft grunts, and moans lipped past his lips as he laid his hand over yours. Guiding your movements slightly, head lulling on his shoulder as you added pressure to the base..almsot enough to make it hurt..but Hoseok liked pain...at least when it cam to sex. “Fuck yes...just like that...harder baby...you know what I need…...” Not hesitating to give him what he wanted, it was so easy to become addicted to the sounds that slipped past Hoseok's lips.

He hasn't touched you yet and you craved it..you were aching for it actually arching up into nothing hoping he’d take the hint “Hoseokkkk” Whined from your lips and the smile that tugged on his cheeks let you know this little shit already knew what you wanted…

“Hmm?” Cocking his head to the side slightly, tongue grazing along his bottom lip “ What do you need baby?”

Gripping his hand, bring it over to take a firm grip on your breast, squeezing yours over his own as you held his hand in place so there was NO room for debate. “Fucking touch me!”

“Wanna try that again?” Still not a question..a command…you were pouting but he could give less than a damn

“Please...daddy please...I need you to touch meee” You were already falling apart considering what was going on between your thighs. All of these taunting, painfully teasing strokes of the tongue that Taehyun kept swiping along your heat! Far needier than usual but you were too far gone to care! Slowly sliding his hand up your chest, taking a firm grip around your neck, pulling a sharp breath from your lungs as you arched up slightly. Giving him more access...leaning down so his lips could hover over yours tugging your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it between his own. Mouth gaping open at a particularly deep stroke of the tongue from Taehyung, eyes fluttering to the back of your head. “Tae-fuckkkk”

“God your so fucking sexy….you gonna come? Hmm is baby boy gonna make you come?”

Excepting a breathy whine as a response before llicking his way into your mouth, only tightening the hold he had around your neck in the process, bringing his opposite hand down your stomach. Damn near growling at the way your muscles tensed beneath him, loving how easily he got to you now, an amused smirk tugged on his lips as he pulled back bringing his fingers over to your mouth. Not hesitating to lap your tongue around the digits, sucking them back with a moan. Making sure to take him knuckle deep, eyes locked with his as his fingers disappeared between your lips. The feeling of Hosoek’s dick twitching in his pants at every flick of your tongue, had you moaning even louder. Teeth sinking into his bottom lip, as his eyes fluttered down at you “Our girls such a little cock tease…Tae” Massaging the youngers neck as he rolled it against your core. You could hear a hint of frustration laced within the moan that crept past his throat, he needed to be inside you so damn bad!

Freeing himself from your hold bringing his fingers down to twist and flick at your nipples...making sure they were nice and wet thanks to your tongue. Leaning down to blow against the already overly sensitive buds making your entire body shudder around them. “ Your not the only one who can tease baby…” Hoseok looked like...a whole damn problem,wearing nothing but a pair of sweats that were sitting unnecessarily low,no underwear in site! A couple thin chains dangling from his neck, while his gold AP dusted his wrist, hair still long and wavy, falling in his face slightly….

“Hyunggg” Whined from Taehyung’s lips and vibrated against your clit and you already knew you were in trouble. He’s slapped your thigh at least 5 times as you kept trying to lock them around his head.

A hum leaving his lips as he observed the two of you, positioning himself behind you so your back was resting against his chest. Stroking his hand up and down the youngers spine gently, bringing it up to cradle the hair at the nape of his neck “I thought daddy told you to be a good girl for Tae….” Teeth sinking into the base of your neck until you damn near screamed. Hands coming down to spread your legs apart, placing them on either side of his thighs, thumbs digging into your flesh they’d without a doubt leave bruises. “Is that betterTae?” You could already hear the smirk in his voice as his eyes fluttered down in Taehyung’s direction who only offered a low moan in response.

Nudging your cheek with his nose until you looked at him, ghosting his lips over yours until you were chasing after them, it’s been too long since you've tasted him! Mouth gaping open from how consumed you were from Taehyung, with this new angel he had full exposure to everything! Ficking at the roof of your mouth with his tongue..easing his way past your lips. Reclining your neck on his shoulder so he could deepen the kiss, sucking your tongue against his own, swallowing every moan that escaped your lips while his fingers kneaded at your inner thighs! Yours moving up to get tangled in his hair….

“Fuck you don’t know how long ive been waiting to do this...how many times I thought about this while I got myself off….I missed you so.damn.much” Everything pourded out in a slurr of moans, hearing Hoseok sound this...needy had you almost pliant on top of him! Between that, and what’s going on between your thighs you felt like you could pass out already!

Neck reclining against Hoseok’s shoulder as you broke away from the kiss, feeling almost as though you couldn't breathe your chest was getting so tight. Taehyung sucked harder and harder, pulling back slightly, the lack of stimulation had your eyes fluttering down to meet his. Teasingly letting his tongue roll from his jaw, leaving long, slow drags against your pussy, licking from top to bottom. Flicking at your entrance with the wet muscle before pursing his lips to blow over every surface he just thoroughly licked. The sensation had you trying to run away no matter how restaried you were, earning a smack against your clit from the younger.

“You move one more time and I’m tying you to this damn bed!Try me!” Hissed into your ear as he nipped at the side of your jaw. A whine leaving your lips in response, as you felt one of his hands leave your thigh..disappearing between them instead… In attempts to Join Taehyung. Once the younger felt Hoseok’s fingers tease down your folds he pulled back, flicking the tips of his fingers with his tongue. “Taehyung” Slipped past his lips in a combination of a growl and a moan as the younger teased Hoseok’s fingers between his pouty lips before retreating back to your clit.Going three strong, in one motion,filling you knuckle deep. “Goddammit Y/N” He almost sounds winded, as if he could already feel you around his length just from how tight you are around his fingers!

“Fuckk- fuck-fuck-” all it took was a Hoseok joing Tae for your body to compeltely collapse on itself, you almsot screamed from the amount of pressure pooling at the pit of your stomach. Your release came crashing into your body at hyper speed and everything went dark! Pumping his fingers in and out at a relentless pace the sound of your juices sloshing in and out as he worked you open. Nails dug into Taehyung's back, you probably broke skin at some point. Hoseok’s free had coming up to grip your hair, yanking your head back on his shoulders, Forcing you to gaze up at him with heavy lids, as your entire body started shaking, thighs instinctively attempting to close around Taehyung’s head.You felt his nails dig into your thighs as he pried them apart, taking back full control.

“Yes...fuck yes…” Moaned from his lips as he dropped his foreaded to yours, sucking your tongue back into his mouth as you came..hard. A silent cry ripped from your throat while your walls almost violently contracted around his fingers, milking them for everything he had. “That’s it, come baby, fuck..your pussys soo fucking wet” slowing his fingers immensely as your body jerked on his lap nails clawing at his scalp as whimpered against his tongue. “God, you look so damn good when you come” His fingers took deep slow strokes, as the maneuvered in and out, you could feel how rock hard he was against your back, mouth already watering no matter how exhausted you already were! Sliding his fingers up your lips spreading them slightly Tae continued his attack on your clit, purposely licking Hoseok's fingers in the process.

Hoseok eased up first flicking his tongue around his fingers sucking them clean, the sight of that alone had you ready to come all over again! “Oh god please, please I can’t...Tae baby...fuck it’s too much…” Voice horse, chest raising and crashing against itself! You found yourself pulling at Taehyung’s head thankful neither of the two seemed to try and stop you.

Chin glistening, while the smuggest smirk imaginable spread across his face, trickling his fingers up your folds. “Taste yourself princess…” an exasperated chuckle left your lips before sucking his fingers between your lips, pulling back to grip his jaw between your palms.

“Did I taste good?”

“Always...” Brushed against his lips as snaked your way into his mouth, finally getting to kiss him... deep, somewhat sloppy actually but you both loved the feeling of your tongues getting tangled together. There was always a tight for control, tonight he let you have it, moaning at the taste of yourself along his tongue. Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth “Take these fucking pants off and fuck me ….now…” A whiney tigne hit Taehyung throat as he pulled back. Eyes flickering up to his hyung, who grabbed his face, efforeslly parting the seams of Taehyung’s lips with his tounge,needing to taste you again “Fuck her good Tae, you already know how our baby likes it...give her what she wants…”

You could see the two of them smirking into the kiss which let you know you were in for a long fucking night “MmmHmm...slow, deep, so fucking deep until she can’t take it anymore…” Brushed past Taehyung tongue and onto Hoseok’s,the grip he held on the youngers jaw got tighter, more possessive if you will as he deepened the kiss.

“Fuck yes,until her thighs are shaking…. and she’s trying to squirm away-” Breaking away from the kiss to let his eyes flutter over in your direction. “You think you can be a good girl for Tae this time baby or should I just tie you to the bed before we even get started?”

Completely thrown off by the question to be honest your mind was still hazy from watching the little show the two of them just put on. Clearly the lack of response was a response in Hoseok’s eyes “Hmm..go get my bag for me baby…” Eyes flickering in the youngers direction who just offered a smirk before crawling of the bed…

Yup...you were fucked literally and figuratively..luckily for you..you had a long weekend……

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THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE! YEAH IDK WHERE THIS CAME FROM! LOL BUT I HADN'T WRITTEN IN A COUPLE DAYS AND THIS JUST POURED OUT!

IF YOU LIKED IT “LIKE IT” COME LEMME KNOW...AND I will continue doing these whenever I feel inspired to do sooo…

P.S...I think if I do another one..I’ll actually finally add some backstory so you guys know how this all came about…

Everytime I do these I mention that they only see each other once every 2-3 months...so I feel like this “situation” is going on close to a year now....

Love you as always,

Rocki

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You guys, OMG, thank you for the support. I’m finna post here the first chapter of the fic I asked y’all’s opinion on. It’s also finna be on AO3 ‘cause I’m trying to test out how many fics I can post there before it kicks me the f out (that’s a joke). Here it be, loves. Here it be.

Warning: long af; violent as f y’all

The start is the same that I posted before, but I did add quite a bit to finish the first paragraph.

Surely the nazis were the only issue that needed dealing with, right? There wouldn't be anyone else: no Billy Boys, no Italians, no Jews, no nothing. Everything would be perfect, if only Mosley fucked right off and did not insist that fascism was the only way forward. The United Kingdom could not descend into the kind of chaos that warranted ghettos, mass murder, and work camps. No one in their right mind could vote for something like that, no one in their right mind could support something like that. That would be the worst possible mindset for the aftermath of the New York crash, and even someone who was borderline illiterate could see that. Besides, Tommy said so, and despite their grievances, Tommy was still the smartest of them.

Well, the answer was no: the nazis were not the only issue that needed dealing with. In fact, they weren't even the most pressing issue for the Shelbies and their personal safety. That award would go to Georgia Gold, better known as Gigi. She was made even more terrifying by the fact that no one had ever seen the youngest of the Gold clan, although they'd heard bits of information here and then. This time, though, they'd been told that Gigi, along with a group of five people, was making her way to Birmingham. An eighteen-year-old girl coming to a city was normal, as was bringing some friends along was.

Only Gigi Gold was not interested in partying. What she wanted was her father's corpse, and revenge. Revenge against the nazis? No. Revenge against whoever killed her father? Maybe. Revenge against the Billy Boys? No, that was dealt with. Revenge against the family which had gotten her father killed? Yes. That logic was probably flawed, but she obviously did not give half a shit. In her head, Aberama had been hired by the Shelbies, had even gotten engaged to one of them, and then had gotten killed while at their service. Same went for Bonnie, her only brother. Now, the average eighteen-year-old traveller woman knew her way around horses, but her main skill had to be pushing out healthy children. That being said, was this an impending threat? A serious threat on their lives? Well, yes, yes it was. Because Georgia Gold was classed as a psychopath by the good people of Swansea, where she used to camp out. The newspapers were obsessed with the creature, selling copy after copy with rumours and even with some truth, when something of the criminal sort happened.

Knowing the girl was on her way caused for a rush toward Shelby Manor: Finn ran, Arthur took his son Billy by car, and even Ada and Karl decided to come up from London.

"Why would she do this?" Ada asked, pacing around the living room, honestly thinking that it was all a bit too much. She'd read the news, and thought that it was hilarious that a person named Gigi caused such panic.

"She's daddy's girl" Arthur joked, choking on the ice on his whisky. "She is rotten on the inside. Far more rotten than her dad"

"Rotten?" Finn asked, clutching his gun to his chest, looking at the windows as if Gigi Gold herself was going to come in through there and kill them all on sight. "What do you mean, she's rotten on the inside?"

"He means she goes on killing sprees when she's bored, and bathes in childrens' blood" Arthur replied, sitting on an armchair, with his son on his lap. Only then did the oldest Shelby realise his own son, and other three of those present, were children. "It's a rumour, it's not true"

"Fucks sake, Arthur..." Ada sighed, head on her hands. "Of course she doesn't do that" she added to Karl, who looked like he was about to cry. As for Ruby and Charlie, they seemed to be numb, probably a bit too used to their father being threatened.

“She does though” Tommy muttered, so quietly only Arthur heard him. “Not children’s blood, but she does bathe in the bloody of people who’ve wronged her. And that would be us”

“I’ll take the children upstairs” Lizzie exploded, barely believing the depth of shit they were now in. If some crazy bitch laid one single nail on her children, Lizzie would be the one bathing in the blood of her enemies, and that was a fucking promise.

“What can we do?” Finn asked, clenching his hands into tight fists, as to not let anyone else see he was shaking. “Anything? Will she get us, no matter what we do?”

“No, no. We’re ready for her, and Johnny Dogs managed to get a message to her. Gigi will parlay, we’ll have a chance to remind her that we too suffered great loss, and that…”

Tommy didn’t get the chance to finish what he was saying: the sound of horses arrived to the Shelby Manor library, and every single one of them rose from their seats, but remained paralyzed, frozen in their place, not knowing what to do.

“Sir, there’s a… a… a young lady at the door. She says you’re expecting her” Frances informed. She had been told there was a group of people expected to arrive soon, but didn’t know anything else. Perhaps the only piece of information she possessed that none of the Shelbies did was the appearance of the visitor, which had made her hesitate before letting the shockingly young woman enter the manor.

“I am. Please, send her in” Tommy responded, smoothing his shirt over his chest, and giving his family a final look before Frances returned. Their hearts beat in synch, in a rapid pace, their palms wet with sweat. Even Tom, the confident head of the business, and of their family too, seemed nervous. She would’ve been searched at the door, there was no idea she could bring weapons to the inside of his home, she had said she would parlay; but what if it all went to shit? What if… what if one of them didn’t leave that library? What if Gigi Gold was every bit the monster she was made out to be, and what if she decided to make an example out of them, out of the children? It had been so stupid to keep the kids at the manor, they should’ve gone to Finn’s, to Arthur’s, to the betting shop, to Johnny Dogs’ camp, to Charlie, anywhere but under the same roof as Georgia…

“You must be the Shelby family. It is an honour to meet you in person, thank you for welcoming me into your home” Gigi Gold said, entering the room and stealing the oxygen from everyone’s lungs. She was young, had dirty blonde hair, that became bright red near the tips. Her limbs were slim, like she didn’t eat enough, and never had; she had eyes the colour of the sky on a sunny day, and lips the colour of blood. Whether it was makeup or not, it wasn’t important: she looked like she wouldn’t hurt a fly, let alone do things that warranted protection.

“Georgia… or is it Gigi? Which one would you prefer?” Tommy asked, the only one capable of functioning normally, and of walking up to the visitor and shake her hand.

“Whichever you prefer, mister Shelby” Gigi replied, looking around with a mildly interested look on her face. Her eyes lingered on Ada, and then on Finn, who had never been more uncomfortable in the days of his life. Not only was the way she looked at him enough to instil pure fear in his heart, but she looked at his face first, only to move on to his neck next, probably plotting to bite him and suck his blood. “Are these your siblings?”

“Yes, yes they are. This is Ada, that’s Arthur, and here’s Finn” Tom explained, signalling each of them. “We had another brother, named John, but he passed away”

“My condolences” the young girl said, shifting her attention from Arthur to Tommy. He offered her a chair, and she took it, soothing her dress over her thighs. The garment was black, a bit worn down in some places, but well made, nonetheless.

“We extend the condolences to you, Georgia. For your brother Bonnie, and your father. He meant a great deal to us, and to my aunt Polly in particular. He was a true friend of this family, and he is greatly missed” Ada decided to go ahead and get it out of the way.

“Thank you” the visitor said, bowing her head slightly. Whether she wore heavy black because she was in mourning, or it was just her colour of choice, none of them knew; what was for certain was that, upon further inspection, it was slightly stained near the hem. “I came to your home to discuss the matter of my father’s corpse. I understand he’s been buried in Birmingham cemetery”

“He has” Tom nodded, convinced that the lavish tombstone would appease the man’s family. “I can take you to see his resting place, if you’d like”

“Yes, I would appreciate it, thank you. But Thomas, you understand that I didn’t come all the way from Wales to see my father’s tomb. I can see that you do, and your siblings too” Gigi warned, crossing her legs at the ankle, and looking down at her riding boots, before looking at each of the Shelbies, one by one, again.

“I understand that, and that’s why I asked you here, so we could talk, before any rash decisions are made”

“It took me well over a week to get here, Thomas; my decision has been pondered, and thoroughly discussed” she countered, hands on her lap. The two of them looked like they were discussing a business deal, and not whether or not Gigi could go ahead and butcher every single member of that family, men, women, and children.

“And what is your decision, may I ask?” Arthur interrupted, unwilling to be left out of that conversation. How was it possible that Tommy hadn’t killed Georgia the moment she had crossed his property line? Why were they still talking, instead of shooting her?

“Who murdered my father, Arthur Shelby?” Gigi asked, shifting her attention to the oldest Shelby, and silencing him with the look she shot him. He no longer wanted to talk, he no longer even wanted to be where he was; he wanted to pick up Linda and Billy, and run to the furthest possible place from Birmingham.

“We don’t know that, Georgia, but we are working on finding out who it was” Tommy informed, clutching his glass of whisky. “All we ask is for some patience, some collaboration even; once we find who it was who betrayed us and killed Aberama, we will hand him, or her, or them, to you”

“Mister Shelby, I don’t think you understand: don’t you think I’ve waited long enough? Haven’t I got enough questions? My sisters are broken, mister Shelby. My sister Esmeralda cannot get out of bed, such is her grief. Bonnie was a sweet boy, and my father may have had his flaws, but he gave us life, and brought us up. We had already lost our saint of a mother, and now we lost a brother and a father. How do you think I feel, to know I lost two family members the second they started working for you?” Gigi asked, not blinking one single time.

“Will killing us solve anything? Will killing us bring them back?” Ada responded, desperate to know whether she would have to live in fear for the rest of her life, or even if she would make it through the night.

“No, I don’t believe it will, Ada Shelby. But wouldn’t you want revenge against the people who put your family in harm’s way?”

“Oh, please! Your father was a killer for hire, little girl. He would’ve ended up dead whether he worked for us or not” Ada dismissed, waving her hand to emphasize her words. “And your brother, Bonnie? With the fights and all that? We didn’t force him into any of that, and he would’ve been gone sooner or later”

“We would rather it be later, than at twenty-two years of age. How old is your kid brother? That one there, with the gun. How old is he?” Gigi enquired, signalling Finn with her head.

“I’m twenty-one” the boy ended up responding, his voice hardly noticeable at all, such was the fear running through him. Finn wasn’t exactly the bravest of the Shelbies, nor was he the sharpest; but one thing he knew for sure: he had a gun, and if his life was in any type of danger, he would have to gather his strength and so something against that demon.

“How would you feel if I shot him dead, right now? Wouldn’t you want me dead, Ada? Wouldn’t it be lush to see me bleeding out on the floor? Wouldn’t you want to rip my heart out and eat it raw for dinner?” Gigi hissed, getting closer and closer to Ada, who couldn’t help but to notice that what seemed to be a red hair tint was actually a liquid, something sticking to the other woman’s hair, making it that colour. And there was really only one thing which smelled like that, that looked like that.

“Yes, I would. And it’s still not too late for me to see it, if you do as much as lift a finger to any of my family, I will have it done and dusted before the day ends” Ada threatened, crossing her arms in front of her chest and looking Gigi Gold right in the eyes.

“Oh, I would love to see that” Gigi herself uttered, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Why are you the only one with a pair of balls, eh?”

“Don’t parlay with a man if you want effectiveness, darling. Come to me, and we’ll find a way to get this over with, in a manner that serves the both of us”

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“I don’t play games, Mr. Morgan” - Arthur Morgan x Reader (x the entire gang really)

Well. I have been playing too much Red Dead Redemption 2. And I kinda... fell in love with Arthur. I know none of y’all asked for this, and that it’s not from the usual fandoms I post about but…I’m late to the RDR2 party and just finished the game, and was left with TOO MANY feelings not to write something about it. Plus, Arthur Morgan deserves all the love. I hope you’ll like it :

WARNING : Long ass fic. Like. LONG AF. If anyone read it all...wow. I...kinda got carried away. Also, some slight chapter 3 spoilers. Nothing too big.

My master list : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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“What are you thinking about, (Y/N) ?”

You jump a bit in the air, startled. You were once again lost in some day dream and was definitely not expecting anyone to come and talk to you at this hour ! It was quite late at night, and most of your friends were asleep already. Plus, you were a bit away from the camp, sitting in the grass, looking at the stars, hard to spot in the darkness.

So when Arthur came and sat down beside you, asking you that...You jumped up in surprise. He smiles mischievously at you, giving you that damn smirk you loved so much, and ads :

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.”

“Oh it’s ok. I didn’t expect anyone to find me here. And I definitely didn’t expect you to be back so soon.”

“Yeah, Lenny and I were able to wrap things up quicker than we was thinking.”

“Good. Are you staying a little bit or...”

“I’m staying tomorrow, and leaving the day after that. I think.”

You smile at him, happy to know he’ll stay at least for a day. Both of you were constantly send on jobs and missions by Dutch or Hosea (or anyone in the camp really, it seemed neither of you knew how to say “no”), it was difficult to catch up.

For once, it looked like the two of you would be in camp at the same time. Not that it meant much anyway, you’d still...You know, act as if neither of you was incredibly attracted to the other.

“So, what was you thinking about, my lady ?”

You knew he called all the other women at the camp that too, but whenever he used this term of endearment on you...your heart fluttered in the most wonderful way.

You smile at him a little more, and you wonder if it’s wishful thinking that makes you discern in the faint moonlight, the slightest blush on his cheeks ?

Maybe he just drunk a bit before coming to see you. Yes. That probably explained his little blush. Not the fact that you smiled at him. You turn your gaze back up at the sky, unable to see the disappointment in his eyes as he can’t quite see your face anymore.

“Nothing in particular. Was wondering if we’d ever travel to the stars one day. Things like that.”

“Traveling to the stars ? That would be something.”

“Wouldn’t it ? I bet the Pinkertons wouldn’t follow us up there...”

There’s a few seconds of silence, where you can feel Arthur staring holes into you. Fixing his gaze on you thoughtfully, and God forbid you’d turn around to hold his stare. You fear it might break whatever is happening now.

You can see his hand rise, and start to reach for your shoulder...but before he can touch you, he raises his arms and act as if he was just stretching. Damn it. This always happens. He always gestures to touch you, but never goes through with it. And in that moment ? You wish he had.

Talking about the Pinkertons brought some more fear back in your heart. He can see that, of course. That you’re scared and worried. And he wishes he had the guts to reassure you, and to hold you in his arms. But he does no such things. Instead, he looks up at the sky too, wave his hand dismissively and says :

“Aaaah, Dutch will think of a plan.”

It’s your turn to stare at him for a few seconds, thoughtfully. He can feel your gaze, and at the same time, his heart starting to beat wildly. And he can’t say anything else. He wishes he could. He wishes he could tell you everything will be alright, and that he’d always be there for you (a promise he never made to anyone else before, but knew he wanted to to you). But he doesn’t. Instead, he stays silent, and tries to ignore your eyes fixed on him. And then you sigh, shake your head, stand up and say :

“I s’ppose you’re right Arthur, I s’ppose you’re right. Anyway, I should get to bed. Lots of things to do tomorrow. Night.”

“Right. Night, (Y/N).”

He tries to hide his disappointment as he sees you leave already. He just came back from a job Hosea asked him to do, and was exhausted. He wished nothing more than to go to bed...Well, actually, that was not true. When he saw you, sitting in the field, all his exhaustion vanished and he just had to come to talk to you before going to collapse on his cot.

And now you were leaving. Already. Before you two could have your usual little nightly conversation.

He sighs, he knew why you left. It’s because he blew it once more. He could’ve been there for you, reassure you and comfort you. Instead, he told you things you already knew, cut the conversation short and made you leave because of his awkwardness. What was his problem ?!

Oh, but he knew what his problem was. His heart told him to reach for you and embrace you. But his head warned him to do no such things.

Because if he did ? Then he’d give you the wrong idea. Then you’d hope he felt the same than you did...Ah. Because Arthur Morgan was pretty sure he was a dumbass, but he wasn’t so dense as to not notice the way you looked at him, or sought his conversation often.

Hell, he did the exact same things. Because if he didn’t want to get your hopes up, it wasn’t because he didn’t feel the same. It was because he couldn’t allow himself to feel the same, and to drag you down with him. To curse you with his love. Because he breaks everything he touches...There was a reason, why everyone left him.

He was no do gooder. And though you were part of the gang too, you deserved better than someone like him. A bad person can’t expect good things to happen to them. He did too many awful things in his life to deserve your love, your warmth.

Oh he would kill to have it...But that was the problem. His thought process. “Would kill”. The first words that came to his mind, and oh how revealing it all was. He robbed one too many time, lied more than he should have. Killed, too. And so for the rest of his days, he didn’t deserve to have someone like you, beautiful, smart and oh so warm, love him.

Arthur used to think that Mary was the only one who could confuse him, and play him like a fiddle... But he was wrong. You entered his life and he forgot all about her. Well, not quite. She was still his first love, and a constant reminder of why he couldn’t go through with it with you.

Yes, Arthur used to think only Mary could make him feel things like that. But then you came in. And you ? Oh you were something else alright.

But as he looked upon the stars, and heard your footsteps died down towards the camp, he scolded himself for the hundred time not to get close to you. Not to spoil you with his badness. Because his feelings for you were all wrong, his uncontrollable love was tainted, and he could never deserve your warmth.

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Arthur didn’t quite understand yet, that you had already been spoiled. By life. By other people. And that you could be, and have been just as “bad” as him.

Living like an outlaw is all you ever knew. And all you ever wanted to know.

Maybe it was bad, that you did’t want to learn new, safer ways of life. Probably, actually. There was a high chance that you’d die young, and violently. But…

Freedom.

“Freedom” was the first word you said, according to your daddy (granted, he wasn’t a reliable source as he had the terrible tendency to exaggerate everything when telling stories).

And ever since you were young, both your parents nursed this idea in your head. “Live free. Don’t let anyone tell you what to do.”

Well, except maybe for them. You still had to go to bed when they told you to...flawed logic in your opinion. When you told that to them once, when you weren’t even ten, they both laughed for a very long time, vexing you to no end.

Your father ran his own little gang, and your mother knew exactly what he was and accepted him fully. She even embraced that life all heartedly. Which was understandable, as she lived her early years sheltered in a golden cage.

She too, wasn’t fit for a life in the « civilised » world, where women had no rights and no voice. And your daddy ? Your daddy was offering her opportunities where she could wear pants if she wanted, or go hunting, or basically do everything everyone always told her she couldn’t do.

Your ma’ was born into high society, and it’s only luck that made her met your father (well, you’re not sure your grandfather would call it « luck » but hey, from what you heard he was a controlling asshole).

To your mom, meeting your daddy was her destiny. It changed her entire life, for the better. She often told you the story of how everything came to be : She had been kidnapped, and guess who her very rich father called to get her back ? Your gangster of a father.

This was a time when the Wild West was still just that, wild. And the Law had not much grasp on it. Most of the time, people handled their problems on their own, and it more often than not ended in bloodsheds.

Your grandfather refused to pay your mother’s ransom…but paid a handsome prize to your daddy so he would get her back.

Pride is an awful thing, your ma always said.

Now she never quite recovered from the fact that her own father would have rather she died than paying a ransom to “savages” like those who kidnapped her. Only to pay another gunslinger to get her back. With the risk of her dying.

When she learned of the deal her father struck with your daddy, she decided she’d never go home to him. She couldn’t. Her own father placed more values in his pride than in her life. Who would want to go back to a kind of life where she was clearly just another piece of merchandize for him to do as he saw fit ?

So, she never went back home.

Your daddy often said that he didn’t quite know at the time why he decided to help her. Why when she said : “my father is a wretched man, I will not go back. Ever.”, he accepted to take her with him far enough from it all.

It was clear that this decision would bring him more bad than good. Taking a rich man’s daughter away from him like that ? It would come to bite him in the ass someday. And yet he took her amongst his gang without a second thought.

Ah but who was he fooling ? Already at that time, he was absolutely crazy about her. The fact that she had a calm life, a peaceful path already forged for her, and that she decided to throw it all away to live in the wild ? It made him instantly drawn to her.

And so here you came into the picture, daughter of a high society woman who refused to follow conventions, and of an outlaw on the run.

Raised into a gang, raised in the wilderness of the Wild West. Often moving or in hiding. But always, always feeling this freedom.

You met the Van der Linde gang when you were around 10, as both them and your daddy’s gang had eyes on the same target.

It could have, just like a lot of things in the West, end up in blood…but your daddy and Dutch went along so well that they did the hit together, and shared the amount won.

Both of the men had the same vision of things, and they gave most of the money “earned” away to the poor. You reckon they both fancied themselves modern Robin Hoods…Aah, those were simpler times.

When the Wild West was still wild.

You met up occasionally with them, whenever you crossed passed in the huge open space of the West. You liked them, but never gave them much thought as at the time, you were to young to know better. All you remember is that Dutch and Hosea often brought you books. You liked books.

You did a few hit with them too…Well, “you”.

You were actually just a child, and most of the time at camp doing boring chores (so much for freedom…). Then again, both your parents had a way of putting said chores into perspective. They were boring, but necessary, and you felt like a heroe when you were doing them and the members of the gang came home thanking you for your hard work, giving you candies and chocolate !!

Life was good. It didn’t mean you never knew hardship, sometimes life with the gang was tough, and growing up in those conditions wasn’t always ideal…But it was the only life you knew, and you liked it.

Life, was good.

And it remained good and careless for 18 years. A feat in your line of work really. 18 years of near bliss in a gang of outlaws ? You never heard of that anywhere else. You were definitely a lucky one. Once again, everything wasn’t always easy, but in your eyes...It was good.

That’s when Colm O’Driscoll came in and ruined everything.

Your parents were talking about disolving the gang. Or rather, pass it to someone else. That someone else being, of course, their beloved daughter. Who was born an outlaw, and who they were sure would do wonder with a gang of her own.

They knew they couldn’t take you away from this free life just yet, but they wanted out. Which was understandable.

You often imagined that, once you’d reach a certain age, you too would like to live a more peaceful life…Still free, in the open space of the West, but not robbing folks no more. Or at least, not as often as you used to.

By the time your parents decided they wanted to retire, you were 18 and often joined in the robberies. Chores weren’t as boring as they used to…Your specialty was to scout ahead, and report to your daddy.

Life was good.

But before your parents retired, they had one last coup in mind, so they could live their new life without worrying about money. Ever.

They suddenly fancied themselves as ranchers of some sorts. You made fun of them a lot, but secretly thought this would be good for them. They weren’t getting any younger for sure, and it would be nice, if they could die of old age and not in a shoot out.

You supported their decisions, and you’re the one that found that last big hit.

There was a small town, not far from where you settled for the moment. It was full of nouveau riche and though there weren’t many inhabitants, all of them were loaded and new to the West. The town didn’t even exist barely two years ago, it was founded by rich easterners in quest of adventures.

They had no experience of how ruthless the West was, and a bank full of gold. A lot of naiveté and a few guards. Easy peasy.

Only you weren’t the only gang that had eyes on this tremendous prize who was suppose to be an easy job. Dem O’Driscolls were also interested. Their patriarch however, Colm O’Driscoll himself, quickly realized that it would be even easier if he paired up with your daddy’s gang.

Your dad was a smart, but much too trustful man. He agreed. This was his last job, he wanted things to run smoothly, and sure enough, having more hands to help would be very welcome to do just that.

Plus, he knew that Dutch was a friend of Colm, and your pa’ was by then a very good friend of Dutch and Hosea. So a friend of a friend...

Yeah. No. The motherfucker double crossed all of you. Ran with the money after butchering most of your gang, and left you behind fightin’ against the people you thought were helpless, but that were resolutely decided to defend their new home. The O’Driscolls had decimated most of y’all already, and you weren’t enough to defend yourself anymore. You saw everyone you loved die one by one.

Worst, so that you could survive, so that you could live and escape...Your own parents sacrificed themselves as you ran away. Not by cowardice, but because it was your ma and pa’s last wish. What good would it be if all three of you died ? They said. And so they made you run, as they sacrificed themselves for you.

It felt like you had murdered them yourself. Patricide, matricide, those were really big sins, apparently...maybe that’s why you got cursed and hit a streak of bad luck after that ? Why Colm O’Driscoll captured you when you tried to exact your revenge on him, and held you captive, hurting you every day for his own amusement ? You probably deserved all this pain. Because of you, your parents died. Because of you...

Seven years. Seven years of misery, and getting lost in this World, not knowing what to do with your life now that everyone you ever loved was gone. Was freedom really worth all this blood ? All this pain ?

Seven years of wandering, lost. Until you saw Colm O’Driscoll in a saloon once. Followed him, and intended to kill him, but got caught first...And things started to suddenly look up.

It might sound completely contradictory that you the day he caught you and you became the punching ball of his gang started to change your fate for the best but...Being with the O’Driscolls really saved you in the end.

By that time, Colm had also betrayed Dutch Van der Linde, killing the woman he loved (granted, Dutch killed his brother first..), and whenever him and his gang got wind of an O’Driscoll camp, they’d raid it.

That night, fate decided that they would raid the one in which you were held captive. And that Hosea would recognize you as being one of his best friend’s daughter. He heard about your gang ultimate demise and...

And that’s how you ended up joining in the Van Der Linde gang.

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This happened three winters ago.

After years of wandering the West with nothing to live for, and yet stubbornly holding on to life...you found a family again, in the shape of the Van der Linde gang.

Now sure, you just went through a very rough patch, what with the event at Blackwater, loosing so many friends, and having to run away from Valentine’s, followed too closely for comfort by the Pinkertons.

But still. Wether it was here at Clemens Point, or anywhere else, You were family. No question about that. And this would never change.

There was Dutch of course, whom you always liked (he really did bring you great books when you were a child and he met up with your parents’ gang), he had just such a charisma you know ? It was hard not to follow him and drink his every words. Not to trust him that he would find a way to get you all out of this mess.

Hosea, full of wisdom and great stories. He reminded you a lot of your father, and where Dutch was overdramatic and grandiloquent, Hosea was discreet and insidious. Great actor. In another life, he could have been something else. You liked to just sit by his side and listen to him talk about his past.

Uncle, whom you were pretty sure used to be the best gunslinger in the West in his younger years, but that now was a drunk who liked to sing dirty songs and laughed too loudly...You liked Uncle. Whenever you felt down, you could be sure that being around that old man would cheer you up.

Miss Grimshaw, who yelled at you more than once when she caught you daydreaming one too many times, but who was also always kind and fair.

Bill, who was a big dumb man whom you liked to annoyed because he had no self-control. It was too easy to rile him up and then watch him getting yelled at by Grimshaw, or Dutch, or Hosea etc etc...for not being able to control himself.

Pearson, the camp cook. You were pretty sure he always sweated in the stew, which never really stopped you from eating it. It was still good. Plus you had eaten much worst things in your life as an outlaw.

Strauss, the Austrian bookkeeper. He kind of gave you the creep, and you usually stood clear of him. There was something in him that you just didn’t like, without really knowing what.

Molly, who could act all high and mighty but was actually a nice lady. She just wasn’t very lucky when it came to matters of the heart...As much as you thought Dutch was great, you definitely would never like to be in a relationship with him. Yikes.

Tilly, kind and too pure for this world...Except that you saw many times that she had a much darker side that was kinda terrifying, and you learned not to get fooled by her appearance. She seemed so nice and forgiving, but then you saw her a few times getting in skirmishes and she could be ruthless.

Sean, Irish lad with a big mouth. He always made you laugh though, with his dumb jokes. At the same time, he often annoyed you too, as it seems he could never shut up.

Karen. Sweet on Sean. But also one of the best conwoman you ever met. She could made diversions like nobody, and no one ever suspected her to pull a gun on them. Element of surprise was sure always on her side. Plus, she had a way with words and could make anyone talk about things they shouldn’t talk about...

Mary-Beth. A genuine sweet lady. She liked romance book and to write, and always had kind words for those who needed it. At the same time, she let nobody walk on her feet and if she had to run her mouth to defend herself, she would without hesitation. Got her in some bad predicaments more than once but...That’s just how she was.

Reverend Swanson ! He both made you laugh and made you very sad. You often pitied him, but you always lend him an ear when he starts to ramble while in a drug haze. Funny haircut. Quotes the Bible randomly, and at no one in particular ?

Lenny. Young and eager. Suffered already too much for his age (but didn’t you all ? If any of y’all had a happy/normal childhood, you wouldn’t be here). You predicted a bright future for him, and hoped he found his way one day. He was always of good company, and you were pretty sure he had a crush on you, as he constantly got flustered when you gave him more than ten seconds of your attention.

Charles. Fascinating man. Half-black, half-native. He always had amazing hindsight about things, and though he wasn’t part of the gang since a long time, he was already one of your closest friend. He had a way to see the World that spoke to you on a spiritual level. Plus, he was rather easy on the eyes, which was a nice bonus.

Javier. You loved his accent and his guitar. He was a very vain man, seriously you never saw a guy pay that much attention to his clothes and such...but also a very attractive one, on more than one side. He was easy to talk to, always up for some shenanigans, and could really liven up a party with his music. He was also always keen to share with you his culture, when he discovered how interested you were in it.

Micah Bell. Now here’s a guy you didn’t know what to think of. Sometimes, you wanted to punch him with all your might, and some other times...There was something in his eyes. Something that told you horrible stuffs must have happened to him. Made him that way. That he became such an asshole for a reason. Didn’t excuse any of his behavior, and most of the times you wanted to kick him in the nuts, but there were those rare occasions where you wanted to give him the benefice of the doubt, and try to understand where he was coming from...Ya must be crazy.

Sadie was very new, but you quickly became friend. You had a common enemy. Colm O’Driscoll. He was the reason your family died, and she lost her husband because of him. You were there when she was at her lowest, no matter how much she rejected and insulted you. And you knew that from that point and on, when she finally opened up ? She’d be there for you. Always. It was a gut feeling, and your gut feelings were always right.

Trelawny was in and out and you always kind of were...suspicious of him. He was fancy and used big words, and he was too much of a charmer to be honest. Then again, who was honest in that family of yours ? You were all thieves, murderers and conmen. But Trelawny ? He was a step above everyone else, on the conman ladder. It just seemed like he always found a way back on his feet, and was an extremely lucky person.

Abigail was a tough one. She always spoke her mind, and clung to her independence, but she was also affection starved (which is probably why she always ran after John, yet running backward and always snapping at me...with reasons, of course). She dreamt of something bigger than this outlaw life, you knew it. And you kinda understood it. Especially with a kid...

Talking about the kid. Little Jack was probably one of your favorite person ever. Four years old, sweetest little bean in the world. Would rather make flower crowns than learning how to survive, but still the cutest of them all. You’d give your life without thinking twice, if it meant saving that boy. You and him were very close, whenever it was too much for Abigail to have to take care of him alone (when John left), and sorrow overtook her...you’d take little Jack and read him fairytales and other things.

His father, John, was a little younger than you and such a whiney baby. He came back to the gang about the time as you joined it, after apparently over a year of absence. And he clearly had some difficulty to know what he truly wanted. You understood him though, and knew that just like Abigail, he somehow aspired to more than just this outlaw life...But man could he act more childishly than his own four year old son !

You still weren’t sure on which feet to stand with that Kieran kid. He saved Arthur apparently but...He used to be an O’Driscoll.

Oh. Talking about who he saved. Last but not least...Arthur Morgan himself.

You could write entire essays, about that man. Unfortunately so.

Each member of the gang was like family to you. They were all dear to your heart, in a certain way. But Arthur ? Arthur was something else.

Sure, you thought Charles or Javier for example, were attractive and enticing fellers. You loved their personalities and if Arthur didn’t exist, you’d surely have taken a bite out of one of them. Possibly both. Bonus point if it was at the same time.

But because Arthur Morgan was living and breathing...it was an impossible thing for you to even see other men.

Three years ago, he’s the one that found you in that tent, bruised and abused, and untied you. Took you in his arms and help you ride back to the gang’s camp.

He’s the one that nursed you back to health, even if it wasn’t something he was used to do ? He’s...at first, you thought you had a little crush on the man because he was the one who did all that. The one that technically saved you.

You thought because in your subconscious he was your savior, that it played tricks on your heart. You quickly realized, however, that this wasn’t the case at all.

Arthur Morgan and you ? You understood each others more than anyone else.

You knew why he became who he was, why he was such a rough and ruthless man. Just like you, he was born in an outlaw world. His daddy too, wasn’t such a nice man. And though you idolized your parents (in the same way Arthur would follow Dutch to the end), you never were foolish enough to ignore the fact that they weren’t particularly good people, in the end. After all, they robbed, killed, lied...And sure they would play “modern Robin Hoods” and never kill “innocents”, but it didn’t take away the fact they weren’t “good” people. You’d never lie to yourself and say they were decent, not with the kind of life you and them lead.

Which is why you understood Arthur.

Why you understood him when he constantly repeated he wasn’t a good man, even as he did good things. Or when he seemed, at times, to completely and utterly hate himself. Why he always pushed some people away, and guards his heart so ferociously.

Because you too, hated yourself (you were still feeling guilty for your family’s death, and the fact you were the only survivor). You too, did pretty horrible things to survive. You too, robbed, murdered and lied. You too, chose this life of freedom yes, but also of great sacrifices, blood, and dated ideals. You too, lost everything you cared for...

There were moments, when Arthur confided in you. It was usually after a long day of work, and the fatigue made the walls he build around himself smaller. It would be just you and him, sitting a bit farther from the camp.

He told you about Eliza and Isaac. About loosing them. How it hardened him further. And hell you couldn’t imagine the pain of loosing a child...Worst, the pain of loosing a child, and the insidious feeling of being so sure it was your fault.

That you could have it all, but were too foolish to take the opportunity at the time, only to lose everything.

He also told you about Mary, and honestly ? You couldn’t blame her, and you didn’t pity Arthur for his heartbreak. He chose this life, just like you did. You both chose freedom over...Whatever a woman like Mary could give him.

She wasn’t like him. Or like you. She aspired to things that were much different. She could never understand Arthur’s ways. Some things are never meant to be, and though those two were deep in love at a time, it could just never have worked out. They were too different. They never quite understood each others.

And in the end, was it really true love if neither of them ever made compromises ? Arthur never even tried to get out of his way of life, and Mary never tried to understand him. They loved each others but weren’t willing to try everything in their powers to make it work. Both of them. Not just one changing. No, both walking towards each others. For love.

Aaaah, but that was only wishful thinking on your side, right ? That maybe Arthur wasn’t that deep in love with Mary Linton, and you still had a chance somehow...Mm. Right.

Well. You had always been a hopeless dreamer.

************

Hopeless dreamer you might be, but Arthur always send you such mixed signals ! Like that day, when you were looking at the stars a bit away from the camp and he came to ask you what you were thinking about...Or like tonight.

It was Sean’s welcome home party, and you were so drunk you could barely stand. You were singing along to one of Uncle’s dirty song, gently swaying to the voices of your friends.

You rarely drunk alcohol, so it didn’t take you much to be in that state, but who cared really ? You were happy Sean came back, and was having fun with yer friends ! And that’s when you spotted him, as Uncle’s song ended and everyone applauded and laughed.

Arthur.

He was standing on the other side of the camp fire, and staring at you. Given the shade of his cheeks, he was clearly not in his normal state either. You smiled and waved at him, and he smiled fondly back at you. Giving you a sweet smile that you rarely saw on his face...

Clumsily, you start to walk towards him, and he looks pleased to see you’re making the first move (even drunk, his head kept telling him to stay away, a feat he never seem to quite achieve...).

But then Mary-Beth approaches him, and asks him if he wants to dance with her. Dutch had just put his gramophone on, and was dancing lovingly with Molly (both were also drunk). And your heart sunk.

Mary-Beth was so much more beautiful than you, and charming, and smart, and...You could feel your smile fade away, and your steps slow down.

Oh but Mary-Beth was a great friend. She followed Arthur’s gaze, as she saw he wasn’t paying much attention to her (ever since you came in the gang Arthur didn’t pay much attention to any women but you, really), and she smiled knowingly, changing her speech up :

“Or rather, would you dance with (Y/N) ? (Y/N), would you dance with Arthur ?”

Mary-Beth had read enough romance novel to recognize the sort of situation you were both into. You clearly were head over heels for each others, but some dumb reasons stopped you from admitting it. Your friend wasn’t about to let it happen passively, and so she made the first move on you for Arthur. Sneaky, but very appreciated.

You blush, and hope this will pass on the account that you’re very drunk, and you say a bit shyly :

“Um, sure. If he wants to.”

Arthur, in the haze of the alcohol, forgets that he’s no good for you and smiles dumbly, saying :

“Oh he wants to alright. C’m here.”

He opens his arms, and it’s only when you put your hands in his, and flush your body against him (or rather fall on him, too damn drunk...but in his eyes, he felt you gracefully flush against him as he saw everything you did as being perfect), that he’s reminded why he can’t do this. Your warmth a wake-up call as to why he could never have you.

He fleetingly thinks that he should push you away right now, so that you’ll think he dislikes you or something. But the mere thought of you thinking ill of him makes him physically sick. Once again, a large array of contradictory emotions attack him, and...They all melt away as he looks down at you, and at how happy you look, there, swaying lightly in his arms.

“I didn’t know you could dance, Arthur.”

“I can’t.”

And yet he swirls smoothly around, with a drunk you in his arms. Your heart flutter pleasantly at how close he is, and you can’t help but give him your best smile. This makes him melt, and unconsciously, he squeezes you a bit closer.

You raise your head, and you just look too happy. Arthur can’t quite wrap his head around the fact that he’s the one giving this sort of feeling right now. Or maybe it was the alcohol ? No. No he felt it in his bones, it was because he was dancing with you, that you were happy.

Something so simple...he wanted to make you happy every day of your life. Oh if only this moment could last forever. But Dutch’s gramophone stops, and you’re still in his arms.

Your face is so close from his. He would just have to slightly tilt his head to touch your lips with his. And oh lord, does he want to. Slowly, both of you are drawn to each others. And there’s a moment, a perfect moment, where he can truly feel your warmth...

But as your soft and warm lips softly brush against his rough and chapped ones, the voice at the back of his head telling him that all of this is wrong is screaming at him to stop. To not do that to you. He does not deserve your warmth, your love. And his own love for you will taint you...

And so he jumps back, letting go of you all at once, and you trip backward. He gestures to reach and catch you so you wouldn’t fall, but Charles is faster than him. The man was standing not far from the two of you, and saw you topple down...

Charles’ hands on you drives him crazy, and that’s his queue to leave. Jesus. He can’t believe he let all of that go this far. Dumb fucking Morgan. This was because of the alcohol fogging his mind, his reason. He swore he would never drink again, as he walks away to his cot without even saying good night to you, and leaves you behind, utterly confuse and sad. Why was this always happening ?

One step forward, four steps back.

************

“You’re an idiot, Arthur Morgan.”

“Wow. If John Marston himself tells me I’m an idiot, it definitely means something, seeing as he’s the dumbest man I’ve ever met.”

“Ha ha, you think you’re funny don't you ?”

“I have my moments.”

There’s a long silence installing itself, and John just glares at Arthur without adding anything. Vexed. The man was vexed. Which amused Arthur to no end, but curiosity as to why John thought he was an idiot overtook his amusement, and so he asked :

“Are you going to tell me why I’m an idiot, or do I have to guess ? Unless you just wanted to compliment me out of the blue like that ?”

“You damn well know why.”

“I do not. Or I wouldn’t ask.”

“You have a girl like (Y/N) in your life, and you act like she means nothing to you ? You’re an idiot.”

Arthur narrows his eyes at John, and Mr. Marston knows he just struck a nerve when his friend says :

“You’re the one to talk, Mr. I-Walk-away-from-the-woman-I-love-at-the-first-sign-if-trouble.”

Typical self-defense. Turning John’s words against himself. But John isn’t about to give up, not when he sees how sad it’s making you, and how much Arthur is being a goddamn idiot. John always liked you, even when you teased him about being a whiney baby.

He kind of saw you as his little sister, even though you were older than him. And seeing you sad while everyone damn well knew you were both hopelessly in love drove him mad. It made him incredibly angry too, to see Arthur refuse himself some happiness because he thought he deserved none.

And so John says :

“Exactly Arthur. I’m not one to talk about such a subject. But ya know what brother ? I don’t want you to do the same mistakes than me, I don’t want you to take so long to realize that what you’ve always wanted is standing in front of ya ? It took me some times. But now, I know what I want. I know I love Abigail, and Jack. And that I want to give them a better life. I know I’m no good man, and they probably deserve better. But for some crazy reasons they chose me, and it’s my responsibility to be there for them now. And (Y/N) ? Her heart clearly already chose you, and playing with her like you do is cruel.”

“I’m not playing with her !”

“Oh you’re not ? Then why don’t you just cut all ties ? Tell her you don’t feel the same ? Why do you dance with her, stare at her, almost touch her so many times ? Why don’t you truly walk away, instead of going back to her over and over again ? Why don’t you leave her alone, if she’s so much better without you ?”

Arthur doesn’t answer, and once again, John knows he struck a nerve. It was time for the coup de grace. The last words that hopefully, would knock some sense into Arthur’s thick stubborn skull :

“Now, you know what they say ? When dumbass John Marston thinks you’re an idiot, it must mean something. And when he reads you better than you read yourself...Ya know what they say.”

Arthur looks at John leave, confused. The hell did THAT mean ? Tt.

But John had indeed struck a nerve. Only, it was having the opposite reaction of what the man was trying to do, as Arthur’s gaze slowly moved to you once more.

One last look. Before he finally cut all ties, before he tells you he knows you’re in love with him, and lies to your face saying that he doesn’t feel the same. Before he makes you truly hate him by saying that he was just playin’ with ya indeed.

It already breaks his heart, to just think about you hating him. But he can see now, after what John said, that it is necessary. If even dumbass Marston can see how he feels about you, then...Then he really had to do it. To go and break your heart. So you could move on, go away from him. He wasn’t good for you. He didn’t deserve your warmth and love.

He stands up, and slowly walks towards you...But is stopped by Dutch. The first few words the man tells him fly right above his head, until Dutch shakes him by the shoulder and he finally tears his eyes off of you, and listens.

What was that about a peace treaty with Colm O’Driscoll ?

************

You feel all life leaving you as you see him topple down from his horse, wearing nothing but an union suit, and clearly badly injured.

You rush to him, following all your friends. Everything goes by slowly, and in a blur, as they carry him to his cot. You barely hear Dutch telling Miss Grimshaw to keep an eye on him...but then you hear his voice, weak and pleading :

“(Y/N)...”

He whispers your name a few time, and everyone turns to you. Susan stands up, and gives you the chair next to Arthur’s cot. You sit down on it without hesitation, and get close to him.

Weaker than you ever saw him, and for the first time ever, he reaches for your hand. He takes hold of it, and brings it against his chest.

And he refuses to let go, even as Reverend Swanson is trying his best to patch him up. He holds your hand with all the force he has left. And makes tiny whining sounds every time he thinks you’re about to leave.

It makes your heart almost jump out of your chest, as you slowly lower yourself down next to him, kneeling next to his coat, your head resting on his stomach, revealing in the reassurance that it slowly moves up and down as he breathes.

************

Arthur is in a complete daze. For a long time, he thinks he must be in Heaven or some place like that, as all he can feel right now is this excruciating pain coming from his shoulder, but also your warmth.

Whenever he opens his eyes, you’re there. Holding his hand firmly. And he thinks this must be it. He’s dead. He’s dead and he’s in Heaven.

Because you’re there, and he finally feels your warmth. But wait, this isn’t Heaven...this is Hell. Because every time he wants to feel you more, run his fingers through your soft hair, reach to dry the tears running down your cheeks, brush the back of his hand against them, hold you closer to him, hold more than just your hand...he can't find the strength in him to do so.

Everything hurts, his head is so warm and ringing. And you’re right there, so close, but he can’t quite reach you, doomed forever to feel part of your warmth, but not its entirety.

“(Y/N)...”

He hears himself say weakly, and suddenly you’re there, so close to him, bending above him. But he still can’t reach you. And it’s pure torture.

He can see your eyes though, and your face...And once again, he hears himself say, in a weak and husky voice :

“I love you.”

The truth. Finally. He said it and it feels like a giant weight had been lifted from his shoulders. And maybe that’s all it took for him to access Heaven ? Finally saying the truth ? Being honest, and feeling nothing else but a deep love ?

Because suddenly, he feels your warmth all around his body as you wrap your arms carefully around him. And when you whisper “I love you too”, Arthur just knows he must have died and went to Heaven.

************

For the next few days, you nurse him the best you can, trying to get his fever down unsuccessfully unfortunately. More than once, you and Reverend Swanson fear that you’re going to loose him...But Arthur always pulls through, as if he found a new strength to survive.

He always seems stronger when you touch him, and so you never leave his side. You couldn’t have anyway...A few times, he whispers to you again that he loves you, more than anything in the world. And he seems to relax each time he feels you holding him carefully...

************

“Forget what I said, (Y/N).”

He whispers in the night, and you straighten up. Your neck hurts like hell, as you’ve been slepping kneeling next to him for the past few days. You didn’t hear what he said, but as usual you reach for his forehead and...

His fever finally broke. Thank god. A large smile crosses your face, and you reach to caress his cheek softly. But he looks the other way. Uh ? What happened ? Maybe he forgot he ever confessed his love to you...Which didn’t matter anyway, now that you knew, you were all too willing to make the first step. You��re about to say something, when he repeats :

“Forget what I said.”

“Fo...Forget what you said ?”

“It was the fever speaking. I didn’t think it. I...don’t love you.”

He says, but the way he avoids your eyes tells you everything you need to know. Because you weren’t stupid either, and this time, you were sure of his feelings. And oh, oh you’ve just had about enough of those games.

All this flirting, then backtracking, almost kiss, then running away for a few days, dancing only to push you away (quite literally). All those times he came to you first to talk to you, and then pushed you away when things got too personal. All...all...Everything !

“I’m not going to forget, Arthur. Unless you tell me you don’t love me while looking at me in the eyes.”

You say resolutely, and on his face there’s only pain. You’re afraid he might suffer from his wound too much to speak, until he says :

“I’m no good for you. Walk away while you still can. End this.”

And you understand. It’s not his wound, that pains him, but his self-hatred.

You and him ? You understood each others more than anyone else. And you knew how he felt about himself, as you had similar feelings towards yourself. But where you sought solace and redemption in your love for him, he only dug himself deeper...You knew since a long time, that he was refusing himself any happiness.

That after Eliza and Isaac, he closed his heart as best he could. After Mary, too. Realizing he didn’t deserve good things, because he was a bad man.

Where you knew that you weren’t a particularly good person (even though just like him, you were born into it and never really had a choice...?) and seeked happiness to counterbalance all this self-hatred, and to maybe try to find a better way of living, knowing that love could save someone...he just stubbornly denied himself any good thing happening, thinking he didn’t deserve it.

And maybe he indeed didn’t. Maybe you didn’t either. And the world was just being cruel to make you two fall in love only to later tear you apart...But you wanted a shot at it. Happiness.

You hadn’t felt happy, truly happy, in so long. And only him made you feel at ease, and made everything make sense. Only him made you want to change your ways, and be a better person.

You weren’t about to let that go, as selfish as it could be. Hey because after all, you weren’t such a good person either. Selfish you could be.

“You deserve better. I’m no good man. Forget what I said, and walk away.”

He says again, and this time, you roll your eyes at him. You say :

“I’ve done bad things too, and you know it. You’re putting me on this weird pedestal where you think I’m better than you are, but the truth is that I’m not. I know you think no good thing can happen to bad people, and maybe you’re right. And yet, here I am, in love with you. Now if you don’t love me, then say it. Say it while looking in my eyes. And then I guess your theory about no good thing happens to bad people will be confirmed.”

Arthur turns his head quickly towards you, his head spinning a bit as he moved to fast, and looks deep into your eyes :

“You’re not a bad person. You’ve done good things.”

“So did you.”

“No I-”

You’ve always been a very stubborn woman, and never took anyone’s shit. You weren’t about to let Arthur have his stupid ways of “you’re better off without me”. Not now. Not now that you know he feels the same than you do. And confirms that he loves you seconds by seconds, as he still doesn’t deny anything and tells you you’re good.

“Shut up Arthur. You shouldn’t speak anyway, you’re still weak. And I fear that saying such stupid things might weaken you further.”

He looks at you again, and finds the slight smug smirk on your face irresistible. Did you just ? Yeah you did. In a few words you made your stand. You weren’t about to give up on him.

It made his heart both happy and sad at the same time. You seem to understand his struggle however (you always understood him the best) as you add :

“Say it. Say you don’t love me. While looking at me in the eye. Tell me. End this then, if you truly don’t love me.”

But he can’t. He wants to. But he goddamn can’t. Because somehow, he cannot lie to you. He was never able to. And so he doesn’t answer, and looks away...but you’re not about to have that.

You softly lay your hands on each side of his face, and force him to look at you, saying :

“I love you, Arthur Morgan.”

“Don’t...”

He feels his resolve slowly melting away, and curses himself. No. No he can’t. He doesn’t deserve your warmth. He doesn’t. Damn this wound that weakened him, and damn this fever that made him speak the truth. Mercilessly , you repeat :

“I love you, Arthur Morgan. And I think you’re the best man I’ve ever known. Knowing my past, it doesn’t mean you’re a good man, by the way. And yet I still love you.”

“Stop...”

He knows you were also born an outlaw. That you did bad things. That you lived the same life he lead. That you lost people because of this. And yet he still feels like he doesn't deserve you. That you deserve someone better, someone good, that can save you, instead of dragging you down further.

“I love you, Arthur Morgan. Together, I know we can get better. On many aspects. I know you can heal my wounds...The one others can’t see. The one making my heart bleed. I know you’re the only one that can do that.”

Unfair. You’re being unfair. By saying he’s the only one that can mend you, the only one that can save you...So unfair. Because what monster would he be, if he walked away now ?

“I love you, Arthur Morgan. Let me in. Let me try and heal you too. And if I fail, then at least I tried. It’s better to feel pain, than never feel at all.”

Oh but you already healed him more than you could ever know. Because whenever he’s with you, his heart flutters happily, his stomach is filled with butterflies, he can’t help but smile stupidly, his worries seem to vanish, and no matter how hard he tried, he was never truly able to push you completely away.

“I love you, Arthur Morgan, and I-”

“Stop it. (Y/N), stop.”

“No I’m not going to stop. I lo-”

“Listen to me, please.”

He turns his face to you, and bore his beautiful blue eyes into yours. He felt so weak, those past few days. He felt like he couldn’t move at all, like he wasn’t strong enough to.

But here, with you, he feels like he can do anything. He feels stronger than before, though his body is still weak. And slowly, but surely, for the first time in days, he reaches his hand up and...

This time he doesn’t withdraw, or act as if he didn’t really mean it.

He cups your cheek, and tells his head who tells him to not do this to shut up. He can barely hear that pesky voice at the back of his mind anyway, over the thunder of his heartbeats.

Both you and him...you ain’t really good people. And normally, good things doesn’t happen to bad folks. But maybe, just maybe...That together, you can get better ?

Double negative makes a positive, right ?

It’s like something finally snapped inside him, after years and years of denying himself any sort of happiness. But this happened only because of what you said. Only because he realizes that your happiness now depends on him.

That you smile because he smiles, and that you feel good because he’s there. Never in his wildest dreams would he ever thought that he’d make someone feel like that. Worst, that he’d BELIEVE that he was making someone feel all of that.

There was no voice inside his head, saying that he was fooling himself. On the contrary, the voice was instead threatening him to not fuck this up, because now...Now your happiness depended on him.

And his happiness depended on you.

Double negative makes a positive, right ?

“I...love you, too.”

He finally says. And it’s the most honest he’ve ever been in his life. Because yes, yes he does. He loves you. With all his heart. He loves you so much that he was willing to let you go. And he loves you so much that he finally sees that maybe, just maybe, he isn’t so bad after all ?

If he was able to bring you happiness somehow, maybe it was all worth it ?

And as he brought your face to his, you were thinking exactly the same thing.

Double negative makes a positive, right ?

When two bad people love each others so much that their soul slowly heals, it can only means...Oh but your lips are on his now, and for a split second, he wonders if he really died and by some mistakes ended up in Heaven.

But no. This is reality. And he’s finally kissing you. And you’re kissing him back, eagerly albeit maybe a bit carefully as he’s still rather weak from his wounds.

Your lips move in perfect sync, and it’s like your pain flies away.

Both you and Arthur still have a long way to go to love yourselves, and maybe you’ll never be able to achieve this feat...But it’s ok, because you finally found someone who loved you fully and unconditionally for who you are.

The end (?).

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Um. I realized that 1. the first part of this story might be boring as I’m setting up a backstory for the reader and it might be too long, 2. That the entire story is probably too long overall and 3. I never posted for this fandom so my “usual” followers might be completely uninterested and lost if they don’t know RDR2 but...I had to write something with Arthur. And I hope that for those who know nothing about Red Dead Redemption, you were still able to read this as a sort of stand alone story and understand who the characters are ? I wrote it very late at night while sleep deprived (sorry for any typo, also my Frenchness gets out when I’m tired so I might have made awful grammar mistakes...), but still had fun doing it so, I hope you somewhat enjoyed it.

As usual, feedbacks = life, and reblogs are always great to show your appreciation and share my stuffs.

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she’s so precious - jeon jeongukk

i wasn’t kidding when i said more dad!jeongukk was to come :)

➼ warning: mentions of breastfeeding & also domestic af

➼ words: 2k

➼ pairing: jeongukk x reader

After ten painful hours of labor, you and Jeongukk were finally able to hold your daughter in you arms. She looked so small bundled up in a baby pink blanket that was gifted from Jeongukk’s mother. You couldn’t take your eyes off of Jeongukk holding her in his arms, cooing at her and kissing every part of her face repeatedly.

You watch from the hospital bed with a tired smile on your face despite how sore you felt throughout your entire body because Jeongukk holding your baby girl in his arms is a sight to see.

“My little angel,” He speaks in a soft voice as he watches his daughter sleep contently in his arms.

“Guk?” You say in a raspy voice.

He looks up quickly when he hears you, “Yeah baby? You okay?”

You nod with a small smile, intertwining your hand with his free one. He brings it up to his lips, eyes not wavering from yours as he kisses it softly.

“Do you need something?” He asks you.

“I wanna shower. I feel and look gross,” You pout and Jeongukk wants to melt on the spot at how adorable you looked.

“I think you look beautiful,” He tells you and you playfully roll your eyes.

“You always think I look beautiful. I could have one eye and no teeth and you’d still think I look beautiful.” You say to him, causing him to smile with his bunny teeth that you loved so much.

“Because you are beautiful and I love you,” He tells you, eyes filled with warmth and endearment.

“I love you too,” You whisper back, shutting your eyes as you allow his thumb to stroke across your knuckles.

“Do you want me to call the nurse?” He asks and you nod, opening your eyes again.

“Yes please,” You answer back before adding, “Let me hold our little one,” Your arms reach out for the little bundle of joy in your husband’s arms.

Jeongukk grins, standing up from the chair to carefully place your sleeping daughter in your arms. The sight of your daughter immediately brings a bright smile on your face and you couldn’t help but lean down to give her face kisses.

He watches the both of you with adoration in his eyes, his heart and stomach full of love at the sight of his two girls. He loved the both of you so much and all he wanted to do was protect you.

“I’ll be right back okay?” He whispers against your forehead after giving it a quick kiss.

You nod, pecking his cheek and you watch as he leans down to kiss your baby too. He then walks out of the room to get the nurse while you lay on the bed with your baby girl in your arms. You still couldn’t believe she was finally in your arms after carrying her in your womb for nine months through weird cravings and mood swings.

Jeongukk was there throughout the whole pregnancy, taking time off work once you had gotten closer to the date because he didn’t want to miss out on the small things. He was there to deal with your bitchy self when you felt like everything was becoming a little too overwhelming.

“Your daddy and I love you so much. We couldn’t wait to see you. And now you’re finally here,” You whisper to your sleeping baby, “He’s going to spoil you so much. And so are all of your uncles.” You smile, thinking of Jeongukk’s six other best friends who still have yet to meet their niece.

You look up when you hear the door open again, Jeongukk walking back inside with the nurse in tow. She gives you a sweet smile as she comes over to you, looking down at the baby in your arms and cooing softly.

“How adorable,” She says before walking towards the cabinet on the right side of the room.

Jeongukk sits on the chair beside your bed again, his elbows digging into the mattress as he holds his chin in his hands. He watches his daughter sleep peacefully in your arms.

“Just like her father,” He says, causing you to roll your eyes and the nurse chuckles.

“Okay I just to disconnect some of your wires,” The nurse tells you.

“Okay,” You kiss your daughter’s forehead before handing her back to Jeongukk who gladly takes her in his arms again.

“Need help?” He asks the nurse who shakes her head in reply.

“It’s alright,” She reassures him.

He watches you with caution as you slowly get up from the bed with the help of your nurse, holding onto her arm as you limp towards the bathroom at a slow pace.

You were so strong, Jeongukk thought. Going into labor without any pain medicine given to you. You were able to push through for ten hours, screaming in agony but being able to get through it with Jeongukk’s encouraging words.

“I love you,” He whispers to the baby in his arms.

“Alright baby, you got everything?” Jeongukk asks you, kneeling onto the ground as he helps you slip on your fuzzy socks.

“Mhm,” You answer him as you scan around the room to see if there’s anything you might be forgetting.

It’s been almost a week since you’ve given birth and the doctor finally discharged you from the hospital. You were ready to go home and rest in your own bed, tired of being hooked up to the machine and not being able to eat anything other than the bland hospital food.

Although, when Jin decided to visit, he did sneak you some food he cooked which you were extremely grateful for. You had been ignoring the glare Jeongukk had given both you and Jin because you were too busy stuffing your mouth with the jjangmyeon.

“I’m so happy we’re going home,” You say in relief, running your hands through his slightly greasy hair that hasn’t been washed in days.

“Mhm,” Jeongukk hums as he helps your feet into your loafers, “The three of us could cuddle up in bed now.”

“I can’t wait to eat some take out,” You could feel your mouth already watering at the taste of thai curry.

“The nurse said nothing too heavy for the next couple of days,” Jeongukk reminds you gently.

“That’s what they say to all of their patients,” You wave it off, “I don’t care I’m tired of eating bland food. Saltine crackers are disgusting, Guk.”

Jeongukk stands up once he finishes helping you in your shoes. He looks at your scrunched up face and he can’t help but bend down to kiss the tip of your nose.

“You’ll live,” He tells you and you just roll your eyes because you aren’t going to give it up.

“What are we going to do about all of these balloons?” You ask Jeongukk, referring to the multiple balloons floating in the corner of the room that each of the boys brought along with some stuffed animals for your daughter, Ji-a.

Jeongukk lets out a sigh, completely forgetting about them. “I’ll put it in the trunk.”

“We’ve got the wheelchair,” The nurse says brightly, pushing it into the room.

“Ready for the missus to go home?” She asks you.

You nod, “Yes, I’m tired of feeling so trapped and isolated.”

She chuckles in response in her response, “It’s okay, I felt like that too when I was pregnant. Did you guys schedule your appointment for next week?”

“Yep, already talked to them,” Jeongukk answers as he helps you off from the bed and onto the wheelchair.

You wince as you sit down, still feeling the soreness in your body that’s going to take some time to heal. Your back was still aching and you felt the fatigue in your eyes.

“Great! We’re all set then,” She claps.

You watch as Jeongukk picks up the car seat that holds your sleeping daughter. She was all bundled up in her thick knitted blanket to protect her from the cold winter air along with a cute little beanie on her head.

“Baby, put the seat on my lap,” You tell him.

Jeongukk shakes his head, “No, you’re still sore. I’ll carry her,” He replies, shrugging on the hospital bag.

“I’ll be fine,” You pout but he tries his hardest not to give in because he knows you’re still in pain. When you realize he won’t do it, you huff but understand why he isn’t doing it.

The nurses pushes your wheel chair out of the room, moving you down the hall with Jeongukk beside you who walks with the car seat in hand. You look into the seat to see your little one’s eyes open, blinking tiredly.

You let out a gasp of excitement, “Is my baby awake?” You speak in an endearing tone.

Jeongukk quickly glances down to see his baby girl with her eyes open and he can’t help but grin widely. “Finally.”

“I didn’t want any fans crowding you or the baby so the car is parked in the private garage.” Jeongukk informs you and you nod in relief because you were worried what it would’ve been like if he hadn’t.

Once you’ve reached the car, Jeongukk quickly unlocks it and opens the back door, gently placing the car seat in. You watch as he secures the belts at least three times, everything in place while he continuously glances at your daughter. With a final kiss to her forehead, he softly closes the door and turns towards you.

The nurse opens the passenger door and you hold your arms out as Jeongukk carefully picks you up with one arm beneath your knees and the other behind your back.

“I could’ve stood up,” You mumble, giving him a quick peck on the neck.

“I just want to make it easy for you,” He strokes your hair back once he helps you click your seatbelt in place after he places you inside. “Ready?”

“Mhm,” You blink slowly, giving him a tired smile.

He stares at you with affection, leaning forward to give you another kiss on the lips before pulling back to shut the door. After placing everything else in the trunk, he slides into the seat beside you and starts the car. You both say thank you and goodbye to the nurse who helped you before pulling away.

Your eyes shut in exhaustion but your body feels much more relaxed as you take in the familiar scent of Jeongukk’s car. You feel his hand grab your own, intertwining your fingers together. You open your eyes again to look at him, noticing the small smile on his lips.

After getting home, Jeongukk had told you to wait in the car while he opened the front door and dropped off Ji-a’s car seat inside before he had quickly ran outside to get you. Despite your protests, he had picked you up again, carrying you into the house with your arms wrapped around his neck.

Now you’re in your bedroom you share with Jeongukk, lying in the large bed with your eyes shut as you rest.

Jeongukk didn’t want you to stay awake, noticing how tired and worn out you looked. He knew you were still sore and in pain from giving birth. He was so proud of you and how you handled your birth. You were so strong throughout the whole process and he didn’t think he could love you more than he already did but he was wrong.

After the birth of your daughter, he felt his heart become bigger and filled with so much more fondness.

Since both of his girls are sleeping, Jeongukk decides to clean up the living room a bit. He also ordered some thai takeout despite telling you that he wasn’t going to let you eat it for a couple of more days. There wasn’t any groceries to cook with at the moment and he knew you’d be more than happy to eat some curry.

Jeongukk quickly drops the dish rag he was holding in his hand when he heard a disturbed wail coming from the baby monitor that he sent on the kitchen counter. He creaks up the stairs, cautious not to wake you up from your nap as he walks into the nursery.

Ji-a’s face is scrunched up in distress, pink and wet from crying. Her tiny hands are curled up into a fist and lips are parted. Jeongukk carefully picks her up, kissing her all over the face in order to calm her down. He gently rocks her in his arms but unfortunately, the crying still wouldn’t stop.

“Guk?” He hears you call out his name. He lets out a sigh, begrudgingly walking to your bedroom because he wanted you to rest.

He’s met with the sight of you up and leaning against the headboard. You looked much better than you did earlier, the few hours of sleep allowing you to look much more fresh.

“Sorry baby, I tried not to wake you,” Jeongukk apologizes but you just shake your head, giving him a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay. She’s just hungry,” You tell him, holding your arms out so he could give you your daughter.

You smile, leaning down to kiss the wailing baby’s forehead. “Hi, my little angel,” You greet, stroking her face. Jeongukk helps you unbutton the top of his flannel that you’re wearing so it’s easier for you to feed.

Tugging aside the shirt, your baby wraps her lips around your pink bud, her wails instantly dying down as she contently sucks. The ache in your swollen breasts slowly gets better as your daughter continues you to eat. Jeongukk just sits on the bed beside you, watching the both of you with such love and endearment.

You give him a smile, urging him to come forward and he does. He presses his lips against your three times, careful with the baby between you both. He looks down at his daughter nuzzled against your chest, suckling in contentment. He leans down to kiss her head as well.

“She’s so precious,” He says and you nod in agreement. “I love you both so much. Thank you for this. You’re so strong.”

You smile at his words, “I love you too.”

And that night, the both you finally sleep in your bed with your daughter in between. This was your family.

im so sorry i haven’t updated wonderwall. school has been kicking my ass but im almost graduating. hope this makes up for it!

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