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shiningqueen · 6 months

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Waltz

An attempt has been made to write Law. That is all. Rating: SFW / e for everyone. Notes: Fluff, pining. Not beta-read, we die like men here. Characters: Law x gn!reader.

The music is as vibrant and lively as the crew's energy, bodies flowing and dancing in a rare moment of reprieve from sailing. Most of them are drunk and that makes their attempts to dance to any sort of rhythm hilariously bad.

You arent dancing though. You're content to watch the ensuing free entertainment provided generously by the Heart Pirates. At one point, you see Penguin try to perform a headstand and promptly fall flat on his face, to the resulting guffaws of his fellows.

"You aren't going to join them, [Name]-ya?" Law's smooth tones pull your attention away, tilting your head obligingly towards the captain.

You shrug, "Probably not, I dont recognize whatever dance they are trying to do." A bemused smile tugging at your lips as you gesture to the unsteady swaying and wiggling of the crew. "What about you? Wasn't Ikaku trying to get you to dance?"

Law huffs and shrugs a shoulder, "I dont dance." He dismisses blandly and feeling bold, leans slightly into your shoulder. You definitely do not mind the casual proximity and hum in nonverbal acceptance to his excuse.

You weren't officially part of the crew, even though Law had offered you a position, but now he was sort of grateful you hadn't accepted. You were a useful ally to have on standby, not only for your skills in battle but your intel gathering had proven exceptional. Having someone with your freedom to prowl the seas and get in and out of Navy bases without stirring trouble was invaluable.

It also meant that he didnt have to worry about letting his growing attachment to you get any more serious than a passing fancy. Sometimes though, he wondered.

The music shifted into lighter, flowier melodies and that makes the gathered pirates try to hook arms together and sway messily. You laugh as Ikaku tries to coax Shachi into slow dancing with her.

"So," you say casually, "you don't dance or you can't dance?" Peering over at Law and - had he been staring at you? - there's a twitch in his brow as he swiftly glances away. Oh, was he bashful? That was really cute to see.

"Why is it of any concern to you?" He retorts dryly but lacks any kind of irritation otherwise, shoving hands into the pockets of his jeans and jostling against your shoulder from the movement.

More laughter bubbles up and you slide your arm through his, shifting your weight to tug him along with you a few steps. He stumbles with a curse at your antics, "Come on, I can show you a few steps. I took profressional lessons back home." You coax him and are delighted he doesnt really resist, especially since you're leading him a few yards out of sight from the crew. As if you knew he didnt want anyone else to see such a thing.

"[Name]," there's an attempt to complain but Law cant find it in himself to get upset, he feels a bit too warm under the collar when you reach to take his other hand in yours. "When am I going to ever need to know this?" He sighs but does not resist whatsoever when you place his hand on your waist. Was his heart starting to race? A slight quicken in his chest but he doesnt try to pull away.

You smile winsomely at him, "Dancing can help one with swordplay, dont you know?"

"I fail to see the similarities," he deadpans to try and hide the flustered squirm in his stomach.

You weren't going to tease him for getting all red faced and twitchy; there was a lot you had noticed about Law over the past few months of being acquainted with him. The tentative way he tried to get close to you, the slight touches, how he never turned you away from late visits in his office. Finding ways to disturb his calm, collected rhythm had become something of a guilty pleasure of yours.

"Just follow my lead," you reply softly, hand on his shoulder and your other clasped with his. Slowly you tug him into the first step, "I'll count, it's just a pattern. One, two, three." You go through the motions of a waltz, repeating the count under your breath to keep him on track.

Law finds the rhythm quickly enough after a dozen missteps and muttered apologies when he accidentally steps on your foot. He wont admit it outloud but it was nice to hold you a little closer than he normally allowed, circling and circling with his eyes trained on your face. His frazzled nerves werent so easily assauged though, he didnt really know what to say in the moment and just listened to how you whispered 'one, two, three' like it was a melody all of its own.

When you unwind your hands and stretch out to do a twirl, then slowly step back towards him, Law curls his arm around you and pulls you flush to his chest. Your waltz comes to a halt, with him frozen and you watching with a tender smile on your lips. If he leaned in just a bit more, he could kiss you, if he felt daring enough.

"You learn fast," you murmur and tilt your head forward just enough to touch noses with him. "What do you think of more lessons, Law?" Oh it was a lot of fun to see him blushing just from proximity and the hushed quality of your voice.

Law collects enough of his composure to release you and step away, clearing his throat and ignoring the burning of his cheeks. "Aren't you leaving tomorrow to scout ahead?" He deflects, hands back in his pockets to try and forget the warmth of holding you. (He wont forget.)

"Whenever I loop back with the gang, I can still teach you. No pressure," you answer easily with a shrug, mentally stamping down the fluttering in your own stomach. "I should probably head off to bed, gotta leave early and all that." The moment had passed and you knew better than to stick around and make things awkward.

Too many words stick themselves in Law's throat as you turn to walk away; how often you leave him speechless could be made into a damn bingo card. And you'd win that bingo over and over too.

"[Name]-ya," he manages to unstick his tongue, "I'll uh, think about it. Have a goodnight."

You glance back and salute him playfully, "Aye sir, goodnight."

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kikosaurscave · 1 year

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neteyam is a simp

this guy is too sweet, imo he'd do literally anything 4 u

he literally thinks he doesnt deserve you, so he thanks eywa every morning that she let him have you

the was he admires you as his s/o js makes my mind stir

he appreciates u with all his being and he lets you know that every minute of the day

he praises you bc he knows you love him for him and not any of the titles hes labeled as (future olo'eyktan, jake sullys son, the golden child/brother ect)

he also praises u bc hes a fucking simp most of the time, the only times when he doesnt drool over you is when he must be focused around jake

you cant even escape his mind while he sleeps

ill say it again he literally loves errything about you, your lips, yours eyes and your hair he loves most

he always needs to be touching you, any part of you, the lower of your back, your thigh when you ride his ikran, your waist, your hand, even one of your fingers is just abt enough for him. he js wants to kno youre there with him

when your together, he absolutely loves when your tail plays with his subconsciously, he loves to intertwine your tail together while you bit beside eachother

he 100% makes you sleep on the side further from the entrance so its easier for him to protect you from whatever manages to wander inside your home

he holds you close when you sleep and when you cuddle he always wants to be big spoon but he loves when you cradle his head into your neck and play with his hair, or his face, your breath fanning over his face calms him, bringing him back to pandora after a long day

his kisses are always meaningful, he'll pull away when hes content with the feeling of your lips, when you pull away first he'll keep searching for your lips, again leaning closer js to feel your lips on his, he really cannot get enough of you

im 50/50 on whether he'd b jealous of other guys checking you out or like overjoyed bc he knows that they know they cant have you

he trusts you, he loves the way you politely turn down other guys that try to flirt with you, he finds it hot that when a guy persists then you harshly turn him down

he absolutely hates the thought of him being with anyone else that isnt you, or especially you being with someone thats not him

when he finally gained attraction to woman in a more than friendly way, he would glance, ever since he met you(whether or not youre bestfriends beforehand) he never found attraction in other women.

in his mind, none of them compare to you.

if you dont see eachother after you wake and ready to do tasks, when eclipse settles in and he can finally hold you, he doesnt let you go till after you were supposed to be ready for tasks the next day

he missed you too much.

clinging onto you the whole night like a baby, cooing to you how much he missed you while you both talk about your day

#neteyam x reader #avatar way of the water #ive seen sm smut recently i js needed a sfw fic i liked in the neteyam tag cs im not rlly one for fluff #neteyam simping

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celestewritesstuff · 1 year

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You write for blue period?! Yes! Thank you your feeding me. Can I request Haruka Hashida finding his muse stalking her and eventually somehow leading to sex with her, if that's too specific a smut scenario with him is fine

Muse - Haruka Hashida

In which Haruka sees you walking past the studio he paints at, and can't take his eyes off of you. He 'hires' you to be his model, but he can't take his hands off of you.

CW smut! contains praise, possession, and body worship. afab reader and i believe female pronouns. no actual p in v but fingering an: so sorry this took so long sweetie :) life gets busy doesnt it? also im sorry hunnybun but the stalking was more-so dropped, it didnt fit his personality. :< im sure youll still love this work though :)

Haruka considered himself a pretty calm young man. He never carried a temper, never got frustrated, and certainly never got violent. His emotions were laid back and was, generally, very cheerful. Not much affected him. His art however, sometimes changed this, and today happened to be one of those days.

He was studying the human figure. The private studio he was in, over the summer until he started university, was fairly spacious. He was on the top floor so a skylight he was blessed with and the natural light did tend to lift his spirits. The windows along the side, reaching from floor to ceiling, gave him a beautiful view of the people going about their daily lives. More than once, a few would catch his eye, and he would try to incorporate them into his studies, but they never interested him enough that he really found himself following through with these goals. He couldn't get it right, and he almost lost hope, until he saw you exiting the corner store.

His eyes visibly widened when they laid upon you. His paintbrush, which was previously in his hand, dropped to the group with a shallow clatter. His lips parted in a gasp that anyone would blush at if they knew it came from him, but he paid no attention to anything else in that moment but you and your figure. You were blissfully unaware of the violet-haired man watching you walk down the street, minding your own business. It was only after you rounded the nearest block that he realized he must have you for his work.

His footsteps echoed down the stairwell as he ran as fast as he could. The doors to the building banged open, granting concerned glances from passerby. He looked almost like a madman. But he cared nothing for what he looked like in that moment. He only cared to know your body for his art, no matter the means.

His eyes locked with yours on the other side of the crosswalk, and you, being friendly, granted him a small smile. He smiled back, and took a moment to calm his appearance before the "walk" sign turned, and you crossed. As you came closer he began to speak to you.

"Hello, there. I'm Hashida Haruka, it's very nice to meet you," He began, his voice commanding your attention. Now that he was this close to you, he began to get nervous for arguably the first time in his life. Your beautiful eyes looked up at him and ur hair flowed gently in the breeze of the city. You had a gentle blue sundress on accented by a white cardigan and your purse over your shoulder. He couldn't stop staring at you and how those clothes were hiding your beauty. He wanted to see you.

"Hi! I'm (y/n)." You offered shyly, walking past him awkwardly. Yes, he was beautiful, but it was strange that he suddenly introduced himself to you. "Sorry, (y/n), I just... are you in school? I thought I've seen you before and wanted to introduce myself."

"Uh, no, I'm not, I'm attending next year."

"Might I ask what you're doing all alone, then?"

"I'm looking for a job right now, to keep myself occupied until then." You admitted. He was being nice after all, so you might as well be nice back.

"Oh! Actually, that's wonderful, because that's what I wanted to speak to you about." He paused. This was divine intervention, he was sure. You needed a job and he had one to give. He was sure you wouldn't mind the job, no matter the... provocativity of it. He gently put his arm around you and led you two to the front of his building, a ways off the sidewalk.

"Oh? Do you have one for me?" You asked. "It's a bit odd to offer a job to a random woman on the street, I must admit."

He turned you to face him. "Yes, I know, but it's so specific and I've been looking for someone to take it every day. You see I work up there-" He pointed to his studio in the sky, "And I watch for people like you every day. Truly beautiful people, whom I know have a beautiful figure under all of this." His hands, slowly, grabbed at the fabric around your hips, and you blushed at the proximity of him and his intentions.

"I promise it will be worth your time, and you'll be payed well. I just need you as my... muse. It will be very simple (y/n)." His breath was right on your lips as he leaned close in his intensity. He didn't want to lose a beautiful opportunity such as this.

Your head raced as your lips answered before your mind could reason.

"Yes,"

The moments after were a blur. You were rushed upstairs, into his studio, given a robe and told to change, until you found yourself on a pedestal. Haruka was behind his canvas, and words that told you to remove the robe flowed through your ears. You paused. He got up from his canvas and strode toward you. It didn't matter the height of the pedestal, he was still taller than you.

"Come on, this needs to come off," He breathed. His proximity made the cold room feel hot, your skin burning in the wake of his gentle hands pulling the robe off of your shoulders. You let him. The fabric went down, exposing your bosom, then your waist, then your hips, and suddenly it was on the floor and his eyes widened once more.

"You're a goddess," He whispered, taking a small step back. Your arms clasped behind you for fear that he would be mad if you covered yourself. A deep red blush decorated your cheeks. You looked like an angel to him. So much more divine than all the other people he'd seen. Nobody could ever compare to you. It didn't matter the amount of body fat you had, it didn't matter because it framed you. It was you. He was in love, in lust, and didn't want to waste the moment. But despite what you thought he would do, quickly return to his canvas, he took another step forward till he was so close to your face.

"Art can wait. It would be a sin against you to not relish in the body you've been blessed with," And with that his lips met yours.

It was electric. His soft lips decorated yours with gentle love and you melted into him. His arms gently made their way to your shoulders again, one hand straying down to the small of your back. He pressed you closer into him. He groaned into the kiss and you involuntarily moaned in response.

"Please..." You broke the kiss, not sure what you're asking for. His eyes bore into yours as he began to take off his coat. As he peeled his layers off, he haphazardly reconnected your lips and your hands joined his in removing his top until hands were everywhere, bodies exposed to one another. Only his boxers remained and he was getting impatient to pleasure you.

His hands went to your legs and he pulled you onto him, carrying you to one of the clean countertops of his studio. The coldness stung your thighs as he set you down, but your focus was reassigned to his hand getting dangerously close to your cunt. And suddenly his fingers were on your intimate parts, drawing moans out of you and onto his lips. He worked your clit, doing wonders to you, before his fingers entered your hole. His unoccupied hand grabbed your breast and began to fondle it.

"Oh, sweet thing, I know," He whispered onto your lips after he curled his fingers. Your eyes were screwed shut as you were sent places you could never have taken yourself. His fingers reached so deep inside you anyone would consider it unholy. He didn't care, neither did you. Those digits made you a puddle and he relished in it. It was bliss, and he knew what he was doing. His eyes didn't leave your face. Such an angel as you deserved to be treated to the most glorious of pleasures, he thought, and he sped up his movements so you could feel yourself a climax you'd never had before.

You finally came crashing with a moan. Eyes popping open and rolling back, his other hand went to cage your side in as he leaned closer to you as your back arched. Waves rolled through your body as the bright lights above you shined down on you. Haruka watched your every move, captivated, and knew that he wanted to see you climax again and again and again, until you were spent.

As you started to come down slowly, pulsing around his fingers, your head realigned, and his eyes met yours and a gentle smile graced his lips.

"My beauty, you are magnificent,"

You turned more red, but didn't have time to dwell on his words before his fingers started to move again and you grasped his wrist.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Oh darling, can't you give me another? You deserve to feel good once more," he smirked.

#blue period smut #haruka hashida smut #haruka smut #haruka x reader #haruka hashida x reader #e mads smut #bp smut #blue period hashida smut #blue period haruka hasida smut #blue period haruda hasida x reader #blue period haruka x reader

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t3a-tan · 27 days

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I really don't want to seen rude, but as a form of advice, i think oliver is at risk of becoming perfect, really he is patient, calm, collected, humble, kind, organized, etc. I love him as a character, but he doesnt seen to have many flaws who are really important for anrealistic character and breakes the ilusion of a perfect guy.

I mean he doesnt seen confortable talking about his past which isnt really a flaw but aside from that i really don't see any flaws or bad habits.

Really REALLY don't mean to be rude its just an observation I've made and maybe he has more flaws that I didnt notice

Btw I really like your blog it's the first sfw and not romantic g/t I have seen

I understand the thought process there, but Oliver does have flaws they just aren't as obvious as characters like Sammy or James; Sammy is allergic to asking for help even if on the edge of death, and James is insecure about his worth and coming to terms with the fact that he used to be abusive.

Oliver on the other hand is usually written as the contrast to these sorts of characters; from their perspective he is unwaveringly kind and brave, so it's something that forces them to reconcile with their own behaviors and be better. This also means his flaws aren't seen as often because their flaws are focused on.

Oliver is flawed in a quiet way; something others don't see or recognize because from the outside looking in he seems perfect.

Oliver self-isolates. He masks. He tries not to let anyone's perception slip through his facade or else.

[To his coworkers he was known as a good worker; polite, well-received, compassionate. He wasn't friends with anyone though.

This didn't upset him in the slightest. He liked his quiet life, and whenever he got close to others they ultimately ended up discovering his past, rumours would spread, and then everyone would treat him differently again.]

The 'again' part there is important. Even though he says that it doesn't upset him in the slightest, his self-isolation was learned after getting close to someone before and that not going well.

[So things were fine like this. Quiet. Sometimes a bit lonely, but nothing Oliver couldn't handle. He stuck to his routine and that was that.]

His routine is a coping mechanism; it represents safety and comfort and allows him to not ever face his own issues until something breaks that routine (namely, James).

It's only after meeting James and seeing James be vulnerable that Oliver opens up about things in his own past, and he's always quick to move on from it. He always preaches about sharing your feelings without fear but when it comes to his past he deflects.

[Oliver cut himself off abruptly, remembering once again that his cousins were missing…and probably not even alive. Oliver turned his head to the side, brows furrowing in upset.

"Well… that's that."]

A lot of his flaws are still a mystery because they aren't shown as often, but obviously I as the writer are aware of them. In some unfinished stories he dissociates, drinks, and goes into self-loathing spirals (but obviously, because those are unfinished and unpublished I wouldn't expect people to know what I haven't shown lol).

Both human and borrower Oliver were told by their mother that they should have died instead. Borrower Oliver was told that mostly in reference to his sister when she drowned— and he blames himself for not being there when she needed him. Human Oliver's family all got in a car accident instead, and so he instead wishes he had been in the car (and he was originally supposed to be going in the car too) and died there, which is what his mother said.

He should have been there.

When his cousins went missing, Oliver just happened to be missing Sammy's birthday that year (both human and borrower Oliver), and he wishes he hadn't. I'll show a bit of an unfinished story;

[If Oliver knew that would have been his last chance to see them it wouldn't have mattered what he was doing— he would've been there. He should have been there.]

To James when he saw Oliver's wall of notes and pictures he saw it as a memorial of sorts; he found it sad but didn't recognize what it actually was; a constant reminder of the mistakes he made and who suffered because of it. Because yes, Oliver does blame himself even though he had very little control over how those tragedies played out.

[Oliver looked upon the note that he had attached to the wall as he sat at the edge of his bed; a mug of tea clutched so tightly in his hands that the tips of his fingers were turning white. It was no longer hot. He wasn't sure how long he had been reading and rereading the note, but it continued to taunt him again and again.]

Anyway. I hope that helped explain him a bit better— Oliver isn't supposed to be perfect, but he is definitely supposed to seem perfect. That's why I usually have other characters being the perspective of the story and actively thinking about how perfect Oliver is— when Oliver is alone and it's his own perspective, that's when you get the juicy bits.

Thanks for reading my stories ^^

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suzakisbbygirl · 10 months

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While fighting with my mom he called me a bitch in public and my mood is low so sword leaders what would their reaction be if their girlfriends had experienced something like this can you write something about it (:

Nooo I’m so sorry to hear this babes! I know this was requested a while ago, but i wish there was more that I could do to help.

Regardless, I hope this helps a little and I hope you enjoy!

Much love ~ ember

SWORD Leaders Reaction to Their GF Being Upset

You just got into an argument with someone who you are close with, and it really upset you. Being that the argument was in public, there wasn’t much you could do about it, attempting to seem fine so that there is no more attention drawn to you. Later after leaving the person that you got into the argument with, you meet up with your boyfriend

Cobra:

As soon as you meet up with cobra, he can tell that something is off with you

He lets you get settled first before asking any questions

When he does ask, he makes sure to let you know that you don't have to say anything if you don't want to

But also, he wants to know if its a situation where you need comforting, or if he needs to kick someone’s ass

Cobra always creates a comfortable environment for you, so if anyone else is around, he will take you somewhere to talk just the two of you

He won't press too hard to get information, but you tell him anyways, knowing that he's deciding what his next move will be

When you tell him about the argument, he listens carefully, taking in everything that you say

When you finish talking, he throws his arm around your shoulders, and wipes away your tears of frustration so so so gently

He starts telling you all of the things that he loves about you, though he doesnt tell you what he's doing at first

When you finally ask why he's bringing up all of these different things about you, he calmly replies “I’m telling you all of the reasons I love you”

He says it so calmly, it catches you off guard, but still brings a smile to your lips, and a flutter to your heart

He pulls you in for a gentle, yet passionate kiss, taking your breath away, per usual

For the rest of the night, he is doing whatever you want

You want to walk around the city? Done. You want to get dinner? Yes. Take out and a movie? He’s already got your favorite ordered and on the way

Spends time playing with your hair, or doing whatever calms you down, because he knows it eases your mind

Continues to tell you things that he loves about you throughout the day, he just can’t help himself

Overall, he is your comfort person, and shows it most in times like this

Rocky:

The second that Rocky sees that you are upset, hes interrogating the other members of White Rascals trying to figure out who had the audacity to hurt you

Being the woman protector that he is, he doesn't even ask at first, he's just ready to fight anyone and everyone

He hates seeing you upset more than anything

Yes he protects all women, but you are HIS woman, and he takes that very seriously

You will probably have to step in to calm him down and tell him what happened

When he finds out it was someone that you are close with, he knows that there isn’t much that he can do

Shuts down the club for the night cause he doesn't want to risk anyone hurting you further

Treats you like royalty for the rest of the night, honestly for the rest of the week

Gets all of your favorite things without asking, plus some extra little presents to cheer you up

Let’s you talk his ear off and let out all of your frustrations

Even offers to let you punch him thinking that could possibly make you feel better

Poor baby just wants to help, but he doesn't always know how to

He’s used to taking care of women from trouble, not from someone close to you upsetting you

It’s a new situation for him, yet he does his best to make you happy again

Another guy who will do anything and everything that you want to do

There are no limits when it comes to you, and he will do everything in his power to bring the beautiful smile back to your face

Overall, he's the one who will go out of his way to make you happy again, no matter what it is, and will do everything he can to protect you from this in the future, knowing that things like this happen anyways

Murayama:

Murayama at first is a little nervous, when you walk in upset

He’s not the best at comforting, being that he would rather just fight the other person and let go of whatever it was

But when it comes to you, he's such a teddy bear

Immediately dismisses anyone that is around, he loves you, but he can’t let others see him being soft with you (something that you understand)

His soft side is for you and only you, and he told you early on in the relationship that he would show this, so of course you understood why he sent everyone else away

The second that the two of you are alone, he goes into a slight panic mode

“Who hurt you? Who am I fighting? Where are they?” Like Rocky, he does not ask what happened, just asks who he's fighting

When you tell him it was someone you are close with, he instantly pulls you into a hug, still not asking about the situation

He knows that you feel better simply from his hugs (i just know this man gives the best hugs), so before he asks he embraces you tightly

Freaks out again when he hears your sniffles, “no no baby I’m sorry I didn't mean to make you cry!” Hugs you tighter

His mind is so all over the place, you might have to comfort him a little too lol

The rest of the night he is spending quality time with you

Takes you for a stroll around town, cooks dinner for you, has your favorite movie ready to go, and a soft blanket for the two of you to share

Plays with your hair, draws little circles on your skin, tells you jokes, literally anything to comfort you

Probably sends someone to tell the person who hurt you that if they do it again, they’re gonna be dealing with him personally

He wants to go beat up the person right then and there, but he knows that he needs to stay with you, you are his top priority with everything he does

Overall, such a softie, and tries to keep calm, but he hates seeing you upset, and honestly it makes him upset too, but as much as he wants to go fight, he takes care of you first

Smoky:

When you meet up to see Smoky, he takes one look at you and knows that something is up

Before you even get to him, he is up moving to meet you

No words, he just instantly pulls you into a hug. (Best hugs pt.2)

As soon as the others see this, they leave, not wanting to provoke either of you

The two of you stand there for a while, just embracing each other, while the tears fall from your eyes

He doesn't care about the tears on his shirt, he is only concerned about you

After some time, he pulls away and looks you deep in the eyes, and again without words, you know that he's asking you what happened

After you tell him about the incident, he comforts you some more, telling you that whatever the other person said is wrong, and that you are the most amazing person he has ever met

Acts of service for the rest of the night, you won't even have to lift a finger

He’s making you tea, food, dessert, he's got all of the most comfortable blankets reserved for you, he would even give you a foot massage if you asked him to

He just wants to take care of his girl, you’re everything to him

Seeing you upset absolutely breaks his heart, there is nothing that hurts him more than this

He would take you to the top of one of the towers of Nameless City, just so the two of you could see the city lights and the stars

And he would continue to tell you how amazing you are and how in love he is with you

Comfort king 100%

He would refuse to stop pampering you, even if you tell him you’re feeling better, honestly will probably pamper you for weeks upon weeks

Overall, best boy Smoky is the acts of service kind of guy, he wouldn’t even think of leaving your side unless you asked him too, he knew that if he needed to take care of the other person he would have plenty of time to do it later, so you are his top priority

Hyuga:

Honestly I don't think Hyuga will pick up on anything until he sees you actually crying

He doesn't notice until someone asks how your day was, and you’re on the verge of a breakdown right then and there

That’s when he kicks everyone out of the room, shuts the doors, and walks back over to you

He’s rather calm about the entire situation, and honestly seems uninterested, but since you know him, you know that he is listening to everything you are saying, even through the sobs

After he hears the whole story, he calmly gets up and walks out the door leaving you alone for a few minutes

When he returns, he has freshly made tea, snacks, and tissues for you

He takes one of the cars, and takes you for a long drive with no destination, blasting your favorite songs and just letting you take in everything as he simply admires you

He knows all of the things that calm you down, but he also knows the fastest way to cheer you up is a long drive with good music

When the two of you return, he takes you to the roof of the Daruma house and watches the stars with you (well, you’re watching the stars, he's watching you)

He knows that he isn’t the best with words, but he still gives you compliments here and there, he would just rather show his love for you, and doing all of your favorite things to cheer you up is one of those ways that he shows his love

Throughout the night he simply holds you, knowing you feel the most protected in his arms

He talks to you about simple things that are on his mind to distract you from thinking about earlier events

Things like the stars, to random conspiracy theories, anything to keep your mind away from being hurt

He will talk to the person the next day without a doubt, giving them a rather concerning yet brief warning not to hurt you again

But for now, he just wants to take your mind away from everything, and to make you feel safe and loved

Again, he might not be the best with words, and he might seem like he doesn't care a lot of the time, but his actions tell you everything you need to know

Overall, another comfort king, he struggles to tell you how me loves you with words, but will do anything he can to show it to you, and will always be there to protect you

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anubisandco · 10 months

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Ghost and Rabbit.

Hey! here is my newest and first fic ever, Rabbit is an oc but doesnt have an actual name yet so yk, also not beta'd bc who gives af anyway Enjoy!!

“ Run Rabbit, run.” The voice was thick and deep as it cut through the static and gunshots around her, the accent was smooth calming almost. To anyone else, he sounded like he always did, casual, yet still ordering people around, even in the middle of a battle.

To her, he was worried, maybe even scared. For her. He had no idea where she was right now. SHE had no idea where she was right now, their plane had been shot down before they reached the drop zone, scattering their forces as far as anyone knew she was miles away from anyone on her team, most of them having met up someplace in the rubble city.

More gunshots, more explosions. More bloodshed. Her knives would mean little to no defense, she wasn’t afraid though, she knew what she could do with her bare hands. Could being the keyword. Though Rabbit was built, designed for war, for killing, She had stepped off the field in that way years ago.

Her medical skills were her much-preferred way to help out, though she much preferred it when she had a team to patch up and not a bunch of potential hostels around every corner. She darted through the rubbled streets as quickly as she could, heading further and further into the battle. She recognized no one so far, dead or alive.

The stark white scarf she wore around her neck fluttered as she ran, she wore it up over her nose, covering the bottom of her face. More of a style choice than anything else, something she used to do during basic training and the few years that followed. She carried it over to her medic days as some sort of salute, or nod to the past Rabbit.

She could hear her teammates yelling over the coms, talking to each other checking in, and making sure they were all alive. Rabbit had checked in a few moments ago, it had calmed him a little bit, but the fact that he hadn’t put eyes on her in hours set him on edge.

They had been through a lot together. Hell, they started their careers fighting each other to be the best, battling for first. It took years to get where they were today, the kind of bond no one else really understood because it was just for them.

Ghost and Rabbit.

Two call signs anyone in their line of work would recognize.

They were the best of the best, they worked almost too well side by side, something everyone on their team had to get used to, well new team. When she left, He followed close behind. It's how it always was, she goes he goes. He goes she goes.

Ghost and Rabbit.

He was waiting for her now, in some crumbling building, weapon at the ready just in case. His fingers itched where they rested on the trigger, his worry getting to him. Ghost would never say any of this to anyone, not even Rabbit. His fear for her life plagued his mind every mission, every gunshot he heard right now he was picturing her on the receiving end.

Ghost knew she was better than that, she wouldn't get caught, she wasn't called Rabbit for nothing, but the thought, no matter how impossible made him want to hunt her down.

“ Eta Rabbit.” He spoke as slowly as possible, He leaned around the corner checking the streets around him. Soap and the rest of the team were crawling the streets somewhere close, picking off whatever hostels they could find, working toward the end of the mission. And he was waiting.

“ Depends.” Her voice was crackled and quiet, but sweet non the less.

“ Elaborate.”

“ Well, considering how much shit I have to climb over it’s gonna add about two minutes.” She answered and all he could do is shake his head. Their bickering on missions never ended, it was one sarcastic comment and then another.

“ Hurry it up will ya?” He ordered more than asked. She didn’t respond, a few blocks away He could hear an explosion go off loud static took over the coms channel and Ghost froze. His grip tightened on his gun, he stood waiting a few moments of silence passed.

The sound of some building crumbling filled his ears but it was like he didn't even register it. He’d go find her, in just a second, he’d give Rabbit just a second longer. Simon waited for her, shifting on his feet slightly.

What felt like hours passed.

“ I think I fucked up my knee.” Her voice spoke from somewhere to his right, the opposite end from where she was supposed to come from.

Ghost shook his head, clearing away whatever thoughts that were tangled there.

“Bloody hell Rabbit, took you long enough.” He sling his gun over his shoulder and helped her down the pile of possible wall. She laughed a lighthearted sound, something that didn’t belong where they were.

“Sorry ‘bout that Ghosty.”

Now all that stood between the team and their evac point was a few blocks and more hostiles, but at least they were all somewhat together now.

Ghost and Rabbit picked their way slowly together, his pace was usually a fast cutthroat run through the battlefield, killing at Mach ten. He had slowed down this much for her, Rabbit limped behind him just a step or two. She knew she was holding him up but she didn’t even try and apologize, he’d yell at her more for saying sorry than for slowing him down.

She checked her med kits and pockets to make sure she had almost everything she fell with, it would be no surprise if Soap needed a stitch or two when they made it out of there. It was almost like an after-mission tradition for them.

Rabbit would ask who needed her first and usually, it’d be Soap who’d raise his hand, sometimes barely with enough strength.

Obviously, he was a good soldier, great even. One of the best, but he was a little reckless with himself out on the field, so it was no surprise when he’d land in one of her beds in the med bay with a bullet hole or cut on him. She’d ask for the story and listen intently as she stitched him up. She’d once asked if it was on purpose just to see her more. Soap laughed and shook his head, leaving with the parting words that Ghost would kill him if he ever did that.

“ Ghost large group of hostiles heading your way, right block.” Gaz’s voice rang out over coms, Rabbit stopped immediately. She’d be more help if she stayed put, her hand pulled a knife out from one of the many holsters and She scanned the area.

Ghost watched her from the corner of his eye as he moved forward a few feet, closer to them. His gun was back in his hands, he pressed up against the nearest building and waited for them. This is what he was used to. Waiting to kill, to rip and tear.

He looked over at her, and she couldn’t help but smile, her scarf had fallen off her face by now, and she didn’t bother to fix it. Ghost nodded such a simple gesture, but she knew it meant a lot more than he wanted it to.

Ghost and Rabbit. Rabbit and Ghost.

#ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost cod #cod mw2 #cod price #soap modern warfare #soap x you #price x you #ocs #könig cod #first fic #fanfiction #fanfic #idk man

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obitv · 1 year

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i know ive written about it a bit before but oh my GOD im messed up thinking of. how william wouldve discovered his powers. because he NEVER got training he just figured it out. and presumably his friends in deadwood wouldve. also been there.

like. ok. lets say your friend goes missing. in the town where that happens a lot and there isnt much to be done, and your friend was one of the people investigating those disappearances. and now hes hone. so you scramble a bit - but he comes back! yknow he looks a bit shaken up and when you Look at him hes a but.. blurrier than he should be, but hes still your friend!

until suddenly you reach out to grab his arm and you go through it. or hes sitting down and falls through the chair, or accidentally walks into pole but doesnt notice because he went through it. you have to do a double take one day because you SWORE he wasnt that tall yesterday, and you look at his feet to see if he got some new shoes, and hes floating. without seeming to even realise. someone startles him one day, and he just fucking pops out of existence.

but, you think, hes still your friend! still the same william wisp, just with some uh.. quirks. yeah. just a little bit sttange, but hey! you live in DEADWOOD. itd be weirder id he was a totally normal person. sure, disappearing into the woods and coming back with ghost powers is... concerning. but hes your friend. one of your best friends. so your little ghosthunting group agree not to freak out over it and try to help him. he doesnt even know what happened to himself, so you all decide to get to the bottom of this. together.

the last power comes a bit later. youre running a little experiment, seeing what all he can do now without anyone around to freak out. someone jokingly asks if he can astral project, and you see him close his eyes for a second. and another. and another. until he fucking drops, like puppet with its strings cut. and left there, where your friend had been standing just a moment before, is... his fucking ghost. glowing a bright blue with spectral flames licking up his form. he opens his eyes, sees the expressions on your faces, looks down. you can see when it clicks for him, what he just did. his eyes widen and he starts hyperventilating (do ghosts need air?) and crouches down to try poke.. himself. but hisnhand goes right through.

and then, like he was never there, the ghost is gone and your friend shoots up from the pile he'd landed in with a gasp. and he. he looks like hes seen a ghost! and you make that little joke to yourself and you just start to laugh, and laugh, and nobody else is laughing but youre doubled over holding back tears and you manage to choke out the joke and he stares at you, eyes still wide, and you think they flash blue for a second but then he joins in on the laughing, until all of you are sat on the ground giggling at absolutely nothing because what the fuck else do you do after that! fuck! your friend is really a ghost! shit!

william takes longer to calm down, you think. its kinda hard to tell, because none of you are really ok after that, but conaidering he got to touch his own corpse, he definitely had it the worst. he describes it as.. something that doesnt fully make sense to you, at the time. maybe not ever. like he suddenly has all this.. energy. like he can feel the souls around him and the fire that fuels them and how it feels like falling and flying all at once. how he never wants to do it again but never wants to stop

so he tries again. and again. not all at once, obviously. a couple days apart, usually. he gets more confidant with it, able to leave and return to his body easier each time. it freaks all of you the FUCK out though, because as soon as william... leaves his body, it just. stops. his breathing, his pulse, all of it. but he seems to enjoy it, at least. you all agree, separately but together, not to tell him how badly it freaks you out. he seems to enjoy exploring these powers, excited to learn everything he can do and how they can be MUCH more effective ghosthunters now

then the attacks start.

or, well, to put it better would be then the attacks become noticeable. youd all seen your fair share of monsters out in the woods, but running away has always served you well when youre out of your depths. until, of course, it doesnt. they start roaming closer to the border at first. nothing too crazy. then.. all of a sudden... as soon as your friend goes into his wisp form (as it had been dubbed), something lunges. william goes to.. push it away, you think? and a stream of blue fire shoots out of his hands. because sure!

and yeah. thats cool at first. it scares the thing off, something youd all sucked at before, and he looks tired yet proud. but the attacks keep coming, and coming, and soon it stops being "one monster when theyre in the woods" and starts being "one monster when theyre literally anywhere". they never seem to attack william directly, but they always run straight to him, and anyone whos around when they find him... isnt always so lucky.

someone puts their foot down, then. no more wisp form. youve pieced together that its clearly not good, for the town OR for your friend, whos taken to wearing makeup pretty mych every day to avoid comments on how tired or sick he looks. you tell him, straight up, how fucking terrifying it is to watch. and he lets it out too - how every time, the rush is more, the pull stronger. what pull he doesnt say, but you can tell its not one youd want him to follow. and he agrees. no more wisp form, unless the situation is dire.

the attacks dont stop, though. he stops leaving the house. they never seemed to go after his parents, you think. just when hes out in the open.

then, one day, hes gone. just like that. his teachers stop asking when he'll be back to school, and when you go to his house to check on him his fatger tells you very firmly that hes been sent away to a boarding school for his safety. you wonder if thats true. there were rumpurs that a man with pink hair was seen in the town recently, and youve heard that they have training academies for heroes on the big cities. but you know youd never be allowed to know if thats true or not.

the attacks stop though. you overhear someone at school talking about some new up and coming heroes called the prime defenders. hand picked by the prime force, they say.

you never get answers from any calls or messages you try sending to your friend after he leaves. but if you and your friends decide to stay a little bit more up to date on the prime defenders, well. who can stop you?

#me: hm what if william doesnt like his wisp form because he traumatised his friends with it. let me write a little post on that #this post: [vine boom]#primedefenders #jrwi #prime defenders #william wisp #unwitness protection program #deadwood #upp #mypost #myfic #yeah man idk where this came from i jsut. went for it #this isnt proofread at ALL sorry for typoes. tell me if theyre really bad

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kylejsugarman · 5 months

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do au squared jesse's feelings of inadequacy or self hatred mean he ever neglects baby, physically or emotionally?

yeah :( i know im number one conflict avoider but giving a 24 year old drug addict who experiences The horrors a literal infant to take care of is not going to go perfectly. he makes a lot of mistakes early on due to ignorance and sometimes due to being high or just not paying the right attention, but thats part of the learning curve and theyre more like direct concrete mistakes that he can be like "oh shit" and try to fix. as the show goes on and things just continually Get So Much Worse though, jesse understandably feels Tormented and like hes the source of the evil thats slowly poisoning his life and that really exacerbates his ongoing inner conflict of "wanting to be the sole provider for baby and not trusting anyone else to take care of her, but also feeling disgustingly inadequate and like his poison is eventually going to destroy baby too". when hes in his really low pizza sonic crackhouse place, he struggles the most with this conflict and does emotionally neglect baby because he Thinks this is the correct course of action. he's a murderer and the bad guy and baby shouldn't even be close to him. he leaves her with demi whenever he possibly can and is distant and sad when she's around, feeling even worse every time he looks at her. obviously, baby doesnt understand wtf his damage is and gets upset as they spend more time apart both physically and emotionally, which just reinforces his notion that he's bad for her.

jesse's on the verge of straight up handing over baby to demi despite the absolute agony that would cause him when a night comes that throws everything back into perspective for him. it's shortly after the "gus decides to invest in jesse and keep him from killing himself" arc begins where the Party is beginning to wind down, but theres still some people around and hes still using intermittently. hes coming down from a high downstairs when he hears baby crying upstairs in her room, which he always keeps closed and locked with one of those child proof (and meth head proof) locks so no "guests" can never enter her room. her crying doesnt just trigger that parent, "let me go see what they need" reflex: it Hurts him. terrified that someone got in and is hurting her, he hurries up the stairs and fumbles with the lock for a long moment before finally managing to let himself in. there's no one else there, thank god, just baby wailing in her crib. he picks her up, automatically checking to see if she's wet (nope), then notices that she feels a little warm. he knows by now that babies get sick all the time—"u look away for five minutes and they'll start running a fever," mike will say to him later on during a drop—but that realization still feels awful. jesse's about to have the "i did this and baby needs to be away from me" thought and call demi when baby makes her grabby hands. desperate for a hold. desperate for Him. he obliges, holding her close and feeling her little body wiggle around to eliminate any possible space between them. she wants him. in spite of Everything, she wants him specifically. he ends up sitting there in her room for a long while, just cuddling her as she cries and eventually calms down and nuzzles his neck even though his scruff is probably all scratchy. there's stuff to do (the baby thermometer is downstairs and he should still have some infant tylenol around), but he just sits and cuddles her first. baby still loves him. he hasn't poisoned her and the distance has just been hurting the both of them instead of protecting her. he loves his baby so, so much and he promises her in his head that he's going to be better for both of them. they both deserve it.

#laferrassie #ask #syd squeaks #u are literally doing some cocomelon shit to me. im so sorry this got so long.#au squared #jesse pinkman #baby ayuluk

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monkiebois · 1 year

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Headcannons masterpost

Tw's-Sun wukongs headcannons include alot of violence and torture from his past. Nezha's headcannons include him unaliving himself.

General Worldbuilding-

to release excess magic, some characters can exhale a smokey substance. The thickness of the smoke depends on how much magic they exhale. Each character's "smoke" looks different.

characters that can do ^^^ that are. Sun Wukong, Macaque, Mei, Mk, Pigsy, Azure, Redson, DBK

Sun Wukong-Aroace-Genderfluid-He/She/They

Aroace, She only likes Macaque, everyone else? meh couldnt care for them. Macaque though. Yes perfect, small, perfect tempurature, huggable size, kinda sassy sometimes but its cute. He is Aroace and only wants Macaque around-relationshipwise.

gonna draw his Hc desing sooooon

Because of his time in the furnace not only was his magic sharpened but his apparanced changed as well

Of course his eyes turned red, the sclera a dark and deep crimson and his pupils gold.

The his fur was permanently changed as well, parts permanently burnt to an dark orange/crimson color.

Since his magic was sharpened as ell he was of course stronger as he left the furnace, because he became stronger his magic leaks out of him in multiple ways when worked up.

When calm he has strands of gold at the front of his scalp.

the more he gets worked up/the more magic he uses without glamour, the more the gold spreads throughout his fur, tracing his scars.

His scars are normally a lighter shade of the crimson color of his burnt fur.

Macaque-Trans-He/Him

Nezha-Aroace-He/him

Nezha is eternally twelve. he has an adult form simply because he doesnt want to be condescended by his peers in heaven or anyone else. its also easier to do adult things in this form so he uses it very often.

Nezha was born with white hair in Investiture fo the gods but he is often interpreted with black hair. So I HC he was born ith white hair and after he came back from the dead his hair turned black and he only has a small section of hair left thats white. its a small section and easily hidden

you can interpret Aroace Nezha as either a twelve year old wanting to stay away from cooties or Nezha being sex/romance repulsed. either one works.

Theres one person they let close and thats thier fellow young immortal Longnu (i dont know much about her so ill add stuff about her later)

Nezha is Autistic.

they are Magically disabled.

In Investiture of the gods Nezha kills himself to stop the dragon king from throwing a tsunami and a storm into his home. Also as an act to keep any blame from thier parents for killing Ao Bing.

its alot of graphic stuff that i wont mention here but because of this after Nezha was reborn into a lotus body scars remained of that on his body.

primarily on thier neck and around thier torso.

another fact about the lotus body is that its not strong enough to contain his powers.

He was born with powers and strength of a god but the lotus body is not enough to contain it.

Nezha can use thier powers like a normal god but also uses alot of weapons to assist them because if they use too much it will strain the lotus body.

remember when Bai He's body started cracking because lbd's power was too much for her. the same thing but pink happens to Nezha.

they have a war form that is bassically engulfed in pink flames, two extra arms and sometimes two extra heads. along with more accessories, thier eyes turn pink as well. i need to draw this.

well they cant use this form for too long, if he does his body will start to crack and crack until it shatters and they turn into a lotus to rest and heal. kinda like the crystal gems

you can really tell when Nezha is upset when his hair starts turning pink and flaots like fire (god form leaking through). like he has to be REALLY exited (good or bad exited) for that to happen.

He has taken Mk as his little brother, he will kill for Mk

Same for Mei but she seems more feral unlike sweet Mk. So he's not very worried about her.

little form Nezha likes to jump onto Mk's back and be carried. they also like to do this with Wukong

Wukong adopted Nezha, she has a room in her house for Nezha to come and visit and stay whenever he wants for however long they want.

Wukong is Nezha's emotional support monkey and before Mk came around he was the only emotonal support monkey. Now Nezha has two. Mk and Wukong.

Mk-Trans-Pan-He/him

Mei-Lesbian-She/her

Redson-Gay-Genderfluid-He/she/they

Pigsy-Gay-He/him

Tang-Trabs-Gay-He/him

Lady Bone Demon-Aroace-She/her

Mayor-He/him

Spider Queen-Lesbian-She/her

Bai He-?????-She/her

#Its canon to me #li nezha #lmk nezha #nezha

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sidneypoindexter · 6 months

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Brumsy headcanons ?

hell yeah dude

They never actually date each other, Brainy is too anxious and repressed by it. They have this weird relationship that blurs the lines between romantic and platonic.

Re: the previous bullet point- to quote something I said on December 29th, 2021, i ship brainy and clumsy but my headcanons have changed over time and now its like. a not-entirely-romantic-but-also-yes-romantic thing. "we're best friends" they say. the smurf who walked in on them making out yesterday looks into the camera like he's on the office. clumsy starts dating someone else but that doesnt stop him from Totally Platonically kissing and holding hands w brainy and doing other couple things except, no, they're totally platonic so it's not couple things. this may be because of brainy's severe anxiety about romance, and clumsy's obliviousness, and the fact that for a while none of them had any other friends. the two of them are super overtly romantic with each other but brainy's like "okay but this is platonic" and clumsys like "okay brainy my love! whatever u say ^-^"

This isn't really a headcanon but I just wanna say, their relationship is kind of dysfunctional and codependent and not entirely healthy. I used to deny this aspect of their relationship but now I like to explore it, it's more interesting this way. They got that Fionna And Cake ver of Simon and Betty energy. Clumsy does whatever Brainy wants and gives up everything to please Brainy. Brainy is unaware of this and unintentionally takes advantage of Clumsy's giving nature.

To quote something I said on July 24, 2023, I think Brainy and Clumsy should be intimate but not as a euphemism just in like the literal sense like. Yknow. Theyve been best friends for ages, the line between partner and best friend has been blurred, and they're just like. Comfortable around each other. Close and friendly and personal and telling each other things theyd never tell anyone else. Acting like a married couple before they're even dating. Getting ready for bed- "hey clumsy your nightgown is on backwards"- "whoops"- and then clumsy tries to take off his nightgown and gets stuck and brainy has to help him get it off and then back on the right way. they dont give a shit bc at some point it stops mattering. Brainy has nightmares a lot but when he sleeps with Clumsy theyre not as common, bc he lays his head on Clumsy's chest and Clumsy's heartbeat is calming.

My version of Clumsy is taller than Brainy. Brainy will sometimes call him "My little [insert affectionate term here]" and Clumsy will be confused and be like, "But, Brainy, I'm not little! I'm taller than you!"

Clumsy loves saying "I love you" to Brainy. This started because he thought Brainy's flustered reaction to his first "I love you" was adorable, but now he'll take any opportunity to tell Brainy he loves him.

They are literally soulmates.

They became friends at a young age because neither of them really had any other friends.

Brainy writes Clumsy love letters. Clumsy has difficulty reading (I headcanon him as being nearsighted and also having dyslexia) so it's hard for him to read, but he reads the letters anyways. It takes him a while because of said aforementioned nearsightedness and dyslexia, and also because he's easily flustered and keeps having to stop because he gets overwhelmed, but he finishes reading them eventually.

My Smurfs have a weird fae-speech thing where they're simultaneously speaking multiple languages at once, and only other fae can notice this. Everyone else just perceives it as their native language. Anyways, Clumsy calls Brainy "Lulu" as a pet name, which is a shortening of Brainy's French name "Schtroumpf à Lunettes."

#txt #smurfs #brainy smurf #clumsy smurf #brumsy

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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Hc the includes vampire Jotaro au and Grandpa wham au. (Also playing off that previous ask someone sent that wham and Jotaro are very close)

(So i want to say ive talked about this concoeg a bit before but honestly i don’t remember)

But idea is the pillar men are like natural predators to vampire and so vampires are just like instinctively afraid of pillar men.

So SDC happens and by the end of it Jotaro gets turned into a vampire and after the ordeal is first sorted through and things are a bit calmed down Jotaro goes to his grandfather Wham for comfort and only find himself afraid. He has never in is life been scared of wham. Logically he knows wham would never hurt him, he knows he loves him and would do anything to protect him.

And yet he want to run, to hide to get as far away from this man as possible. He tries to hide these feelings but it’s obvious that something is wrong. Jotaro is tense and skittish in a way he has never been before. Extremely guarded. He wont relax. He wont even touch wham and (whether subconsciously or not) is staying at least arms distance away at all times.

At first wham thinks its due to everything he has been through but Jotaro doesnt act like that around anyone else and as time passes its not getting better if anything its getting worse. Jotaro find reasons to see wham less in less.

Eventually the truth comes out and wham is devistated to have one of his loved ones so scared of him but things do get better. It takes time but Jotaro trusts him despite what his instincts tell him and eventually things become normal again he is able to relax and be calm around wham, but deep down that nagging fear still lingers.

(Also bonus for dhampir gio, when gio is introduced to the family he is wants nothing to do with wham, being only half vampire the feeling isnt as strong but still he ends up subconscious hiding behind bruno(he came for emotionally support) when they were in the same room)

I think joylne wouldnt get the same feeling because she grew up with wham so the instinctual fear never really developed. Kinda how animals raise in captivity dont fear humans.

Y E S S S S S S S S S S S S S S S

oh Jotaro is going to feel AWFUL about this. Not only has his humanity been stolen but he's now also terrified of one of the few people he trusted with comfort. He wants Wammu to hug him and hold him and tell him everything will be okay but the mere thought of being in the same room as him, let along touching him, is enough to terrify him nearly as badly as the thought of hurting anyone

however...... at the same time this terror is going to serve as a weird comfort. That there's one person he'll be unable to hurt, one person who would be able to stop him incase he became uncontrollable. It absolutly shatters Wammu heart one day when he hears Jotaro ask him to kill him because just...... Wammu has seen Jotaro grow up. Has seen him as a small helpless infant, has seen him smile and laugh and cry and yell, has seen him be turned into a monster of his father's making, and despite that has seen him hold strong to his humanity and refuse to let go

While Wammu does agree to Jotaro's request, he swears to himself that he would do everything in his power to prevent it from happening

eventually Jotaro learns to suppress his instincts. Just like the hunger, he locks it away in a little box and shoves it into the deepest, darkest corner of his mind. And just like the hunger it never fully goes away, lingering as a constant remind of what he is, but it becomes easier to ignore. The first time he's able to touch Wammu, even though it was just for a fleeting moment, he almost cries. When he's able to hug him again, he does

And I had a fun idea for Part 5: what if Jotaro ends up being the one to stay with Bucciarati this time. After all, he has no idea Jolyne exists and wouldn't have many things stopping him from staying. He's already doing his schooling at home, cares for Bucciarati like a sibling, and he knows his Grandpa Wammu has a limited amount of time with his other grandparents left. Besides..... he wants more out of his life than staying in the dark of his mom's house. His mental health is doing better, and he's reached a point where as much as Dio's ruined his life, he still wants to live it. Italy would be able to give him a change of scenery

I also checked the timeline and for once I don't have to shuffle things around/flat out ignore them. Paolo was attacked the same year Jolyne was born, meaning there is MORE than a big enough window for Jotaro and Marina to conceive her and him later moving to Italy

Bucciarati doesn't know all the details. Just that 3 years ago Holly got really sick, and when she got better Jotaro got sick with something else that made him kinda like Uncle Wammu and he stopped calling for a few months. It's definitely an adjustment with Jotaro being the one to watch him, but they make things work and are happy

and also what if he just...... never fully explains to the Bucci Gang what he is. He just becomes Bucciarati's Weird Sorta Freaky Brother/Guardian Who We're Pretty Sure Is A Stand User But Also We Haven't Seen Him Eat. Or Sleep. At All.

on the plus side, come this AUs version of Part 5 Jotaro is ready to completely annihilate these assholes

also, while Wammu is definitely going to be heartbroken another child is afraid of him, Jotaro is going to be a good help with getting Giorno used to him. Things are made more more and less difficult by the fact that this is their first meeting. More because Giorno has no familiarity to build off of, but also less because there aren't going to be the wildly conflicting emotions making things more confusing which Jotaro had to deal with

and with Jolyne, technically she'd be in the same boat as Giorno. Since nobody knew she existed until Stone Ocean when she was 19 she wouldn't have known Wammu at all. At the very least, things are made easier by how being an almost fully matured adult, his instincts are easier to tune out, so she gets used to Wammu the fastest

(and speaking of the guy, he's very happy that there's not one, but three other people who have extended life times. It's comforting knowing they'll be able to live longer than a regular human and all four of them offer each other a sense of stability in that sense)

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anime-addict-362 · 1 year

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Scars and All

Request: a tamaki request-- where the reader has many sh scars on their thighs and for that reason doesnt want to sleep with him, but after lots of reassurance is okay with it! lots of soft stuff and reassurance

CW: NSFW/SFW, Female Y/N x Tamaki, self harm scars, reassurance, they don't actually have sex but there's the initial foreplay

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(Lets say this is like maybe 2 years in the future. Tamaki is a pro hero and all that.)

Tamaki and Y/N had been dating for around 5 months now. They met through Mirio, and once Tamaki warmed up to her, they became friends. Though, they didn't start dating until around 3 years into the friendship.

With all this time together, they grew really close. They knew a lot about each other. Y/N knew how Tamaki wanted a butterfly tattoo on his hand.

She knew how he always wanted something sweet breakfast.

She knew how afraid he was of Mirio's driving.

She knew how badly he wanted a cat once he got his life in order.

She even knew every single one of his favorite meals, and why he eats them depending on his mood. That took a few years to get down.

Tamaki also knew a lot about Y/N. The exact volume number she watched her favorite show on.

How to make her favorite food.

He knew every vacation destination she yearned to visit one day.

He knew everytime she wanted a certain object, whether it be a poster, painting or action figure.

And while a lot were good, they also knew the bad in each other. Y/N knew how bad Tamaki's panic attacks really got, and how to comfort him.

Tamaki knew Y/N's past of self harm, and how bad of a time she was in. He knew a lot of it, and while he couldn't always help, he always tried. He knew he couldn't heal her but he had surprisingly been good with comforting her.

As of dating her, he wasn't sure if she completely stopped with self harming, but he didn't ever see anything past scars.

He also knew how badly she hated her scars, always trying to hide them from anyone. Especially when going out.

A lot of the scars littered her thighs, something else he took notice of. They had conversations about the topic ever so often, but it wasn't too comfortable of one. They tried to only have it if it benefited one of them.

The last full conversation they had was about a month ago, where Y/N said she had been doing better mentally, but she did say how badly she hated her scars. She thought they got in the way of a lot of things and brought on all those emotions again.

Tamaki listened to her complain about it, pretty much silent and holding her hand. It was the best way he knew to keep her somewhat calm, and and let her know that he was listening, and hearing what she was saying.

At the moment, Y/N and Tamaki were making out in his apartment, in his bed. It wasn't too hot, mostly small touches along with the prolonged kissing. Then he brought his head down to kiss her neck, hands gripping her hips.

Y/N moaned quietly, a hand coming up to his hair. Her nails scratched at his scalp in a way that made him groan, hands gripping her slightly harder.

He laid her on her back, kissing her again. Both of their breathing got heavier, hands moving to touch each other more. They needed more, this wasn't enough.

"I love you, Y/N," Tamaki sighed out, face absolutely burning with excitement and nerves, hands pulling her shirt up slowly, giving her time to protest.

"Fuck, I love you too," She nodded quickly, helping to take it off, his following just a few seconds after.

He laid her on her back fully, kissing her while his hands explored her stomach, feeling the scars from hero training. He didn't even need to look to know which ones they were and which fight she got them from.

The one just above her waist, close to the middle of her stomach, was from a fight with a low profile villain group.

One on her side, expanding to her back, was from a training session mistake with a first year student, a burn that healed well but scarred even with Recovery Girl's help.

There was a scar on the back of her neck, from a guy in middle school who didn't see her while doing a skateboard trick, and hit her.

Tamaki groaned, moving to kiss down her chest. He felt her stomach rising and falling quickly, seeing her head fall back. Her body was completely limp, and he could tell she was relaxed.

It made Tamaki feel proud, knowing he had the ability to make Y/N feel like that. So relaxed and safe with him. She knew he wouldn't ever purposely make her uncomfortable, and he took pride in that.

As his kisses continued, he got down to the waistline of her sweatpants. His hands moved up to her bra, resting on the straps. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," She nodded, one of her hands going back to tangling in his hair, making it even more messy.

Again, she helped him get it off before resting and letting him do his thing. Now with her bra off, he had new ideas sprout in his extremely clouded mind.

He pulled away from her waist, moving to kiss her chest. She moaned quietly, eyes closing again. She felt like she was in total bliss, feeling Tamaki's lips and tongue travel her body, like he wanted to know every single part, every single crevis off the top of his mind.

Tamaki kissed her again, his hands moving to her legs. He was gentle, hands feeling over her ass, down her thighs. She had to pause for a second as his hands passed over her scars but she told herself it was fine. She was fine. It was Tamaki, after all.

Why be insecure in front of a guy who was LITERALLY shaking of the thought of having sex with you?

"Can I take these off," He asked, looking to her in permission. She hesitated, and he caught it. "It's fine if you don't want to, I'm okay with that."

Of course he would be. It's Tamaki. He wouldn't make her feel bad about anything. He's so supportive, she trusted him. She shouldn't be feeling nervous around her boyfriend.

"You can," She nodded, already moving to take them off. And once they were off, he was back to exploring, lips on her neck as his hands ran up and down her legs, especially her thighs.

And she felt different. She hated it, it was TAMAKI! He was the person to hold her hair back when she threw up all night, went out and got her medication for her period, took her to the store when she was having a bad time, just to buy her snacks she wanted.

She shouldn't be feeling this uncomfortable, her scars out in the open for him to see, to feel. It wasn't fair to him, she had to deal with it.

But Tamaki noticed the change in mood. She wasn't relaxed anymore, tensing when he moved his hand past her thigh, and overall uncomfortable. He stopped as soon as he noticed, looking to her to see her eyes full of tears.

"Hey, Y/N," Tamaki took his hands off her thighs, moving hold her face with one, the other holding himself up. "It's okay, we don't have to move on, calm down."

She sobbed, and he sat back on his knees, grabbing his shirt that was thrown on the ground. He put the shirt on her, pulling her to sit on his lap. "Okay, c'mon, it's okay."

She held onto him, arms around his neck and cried. "I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry Y/N, you're okay. There's nothing to be sorry for," He assured her, rubbing her back and letting her cry. "What was it? Was it the pants?"

She nodded. "The scars."

"Okay, sit up," He pulled away, reaching for her sweatpants and helping her put them back on. "Is that better?"

She nodded again, going back to holding him. "I'm so sorry."

"Stop, you absolutely do not have to be sorry," Tamaki continued to assure her, kissing her shoulder and rocking her a bit.

Tamaki stayed silent for a bit, continuing to hold her and comfort her. Once she was calmed down a bit, he lifted her head and wiped away the few tears that still ran down her cheeks. "It's okay."

"It's not," She sniffed, looking down to avoid his eyes. "I don't know why I did that, it's not fair to you."

"Y/N," He lifted her head again. "I'm okay, you did nothing wrong. Relax a bit." He kissed her gently, before sliding her off his lap. He stood and went to his kitchen to get her some water.

He sat next to her, handing it to her. Once she drank some, he put it on the floor next to him, and moved to hold her. "You wanna just take a nap and cuddle?"

"You don't want to talk about it," Y/N asked, looking to him.

"Do you?"

She thought and shook her head.

"We will later, but you're too worked up right now," He kissed her. "Come here."

She laid on his chest and he rubbed her back. "I love you, Y/N. Scars and all."

Y/N nodded, holding him. "I love you too."

After Tamaki woke up, Y/N still asleep, he decided to make her food. He didn't have the ingredients to make her favorite food so he stuck with something more basic. Ramen.

Who didn't like ramen?

Y/N came out of his room, yawning and quite aggressively rubbing her eye. "Pretty sure there's a fucking hair in my eye."

Tamaki snorted quietly, watching her paddle her way to the kitchen counter to sit down. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," She mumbled.

"Well you can go back to sleep whenever, but I'm making you food," She hummed in response, eyes trained on him.

Y/N watched as he stirred the pot, putting in some seasonings, in which she couldn't pin point which ones from where she sat. She continued to watch.

He made the face he always made when he was focused. Eyes slightly squinted, jaw a little tightened.

His posture was relaxed despite the focus on his face, shoulders slumped, back not bothering to stay completely straight.

He stretched ever so often, maybe still sore from work the night before. No, he definitely was, she saw the way he tried but probably failed to stretch his neck right. She would help him with that later.

Her eyes trailed some scars that ran doen his bare back. 3 of them were the result of some claw quirk, running down the most of his back.

Another that led under his pants, all the eay to the front of his waist, from a villain who-

"What're you thinking about," Tamaki interrupted her thoughts. She felt her face burn at the realization that yeah, she was staring pretty hard.

"Nothing," She mumbled, tucking her face in her arms.

He walked up to her as nd gave her a bowl of ramen. "Want anything to drink?"

"No thanks," She shook her head, lifting it to eat.

Tamaki didn't bother to question her yet. 1, because she was eating, and 2, because she just woke up and he knew damn well how groggy she could be.

So he held a basic conversation until she was dome eating, and woken up a bit. It was then did he sit by her and thought over how to ask about it.

"Can we talk about it," He decided on, knowing Y/N would understand what he was talking about.

"Yeah," She nodded. She couldn't avoid this, even if it would be a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong, Y/N? What... what changed that made you not want to continue," He asked, trying to be thorough.

"It wasn't anything you did Tamaki, you didn't do anything wrong," She sighed, eyes moving down to where she slightly picked at her nails. "It was just the scars on my thighs. I got overwhelmed I guess... I don't know how to explain it in words, I guess."

Tamaki nodded, holding her hand to distract her from picking at her nails. "Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?"

She stayed silent for a second then started chuckling. "Can you fuck me with my sweatpants on?"

"I don't-"

"I mean like, rip that shit open like the Incredible Hu/lk's shirt, just" She imitated ripping fabric open, goofy grin on her face, already knowing Tamaki was blushing from embarrassment. "Fuck me through the hole like a real man."

"I don't know," He squeaked, and cleared his throat.

Y/N snorted, moving to sit on his lap and kiss his cheek. "I don't know what you can do to help me through it, but I am enjoying you just being there for me. Like you being able to just talk through it with me, it helps."

"Yeah, okay," He nodded, pushing some hair out of her face. "If I can do more, ket me know."

"I will," She smiles softly, kissing him.

They sat there for a few minutes, kissing each other and just holding each other. Hands didn't travel far, Y/N lips kissing his jawline as he closed his eyes and sighed, the deep blush painting his skin.

"You know you didn't do anything wrong, right," Y/N asked, knowing how his anxiety got. She didn't want this to turn into a thing he blamed himself for.

"Yeah," He nodded, gulping at the feeling of his face still burning. "You do too?"

"Yeah," She repeated, kissing him again. "I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N," He sighed, then mumbled, "Scars and all."

#x reader #x y/n #tamaki amajiki x Y/N #tamaki amakiji #amajiki #tamaki #tamaki mha #tamaki smut #tamaki fluff

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mejomonster · 1 month

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I genuinely just see ff7 (remake rebirth etc but also the original to be honest with you) mainly about friendships. If i ship anyrhing, im shipping the massive polycule networks cloud is in the center of. Im shipping tifa and aerith as super close and kind to each other and so grateful they never fight over something dumb. Im shipping zack/aerith aerith/tifa aerith/cloud cloud/tifa cloud/zack and cloud/sephiroth in the sense i see those as the strongest Potentially romantic relationships going on. (Aka the big main polycule). Im also not really shipping anything, cause like... zack loses aerith due to shinra bullshit and is technically closer to cloud due to the whole mutual experimented on and fleeing stuff, cloud breaking from the trauma of losing zack. How aerith likes cloud partly as a rebound replacement to project About zack and only gradually truly likes him, tifas probably got the most complicated yet simplest relationship w cloud. Hes her old loner friend, his old childhood crush, the guy traumatized like her from sephiroth and nibelheim, the stranger who she met as an adult whos acting so different and not reliable but she'd like to Be reliable and be an echo of one good Enduring thing that survived the trauma they went thru, they grow a close friendship based on cloud growing to care and gradual shared values. A friendship close to what tifa has with barret, and what cloud eventually has with barret. Aerith dies so, any romance that started (since cloud and tifa cared about her) is impossible with her gone. Zack is dead so any romance with aerith or cloud is unable to be fulfilled. Tifa and cloud are just... the last of the polycule left. By the time any fully realized romance blossoms from friendship and finally the world calmed down a little, of course theyre the only two left to have and hold. They adopt (and is barret in the polycule, ur guess is as valid as mine). If aerith had been alive i think she'd either been in the polycule, or left them to be kind to tifa. Or tifa wouldve left cloud to be with aerith. (My ideal is just all 3 happier together tbh). Then of course, if zack was alive? The more the merrier, my ot4 where everyone kept dying. And sephiroth well, hes not wanted in the polycule but possessing cloud permanently does make him a part of it (just involving cloud thanfkully not like tifa or anyone else dragged into the mess... much). But sephiroth is there.

And i could go on about how to potential shippers ff7 is a treasure trove where u can link cloud to vincent, vincent to yuffie and reeve. Link aerith to tseng to rufus, link rude to tifa and rudes linked to reno and elena, the potential shipping web gets Huge. Can link rufus to cloud, vincent to cloud and vincent had the whole girlfriend with hojo thing, and now oh no even hojos in the web. But thats how it goes. A treasure trove for open minded shippers and lovely doujin creators.

But also just. I think shipping fights are so energy sapping. I think ff7 stories, all the games of them, are more about friendships and caring anyway. It doesnt matter if cloud kisses aerith or tifa or both or neither, he cares about both of them, and they care about him, and tifa and aerith care about each other. Aerith and tifa wouldnt fight over it! Why would i care when they dont even care. Theres a lot of really lovely relationships eaxh complicated and nuanced in their own way and id like to explore and reflect on them all, in their canon and of course fans exploring the what ifs.

#ffvii rebirth #ff7r #lb #its jusr ahh idk #i wouldnt argue about if tidus should date yuna or rikku! in ff10 #rikku and yuna would never fight over a boy lmao #and aerith and tifa care for each other way too much to want the other belittled #idk

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 1 year

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Don’t Run

Prompts: hello hello hello i have a merlin fic idea (which you are Not obligated to write /gen) merlins been hiding his magic from arthur for ages (but arthur already knows about it, doesnt really care, and has just been waiting for merlin to tell him on his own terms). merlins magic gets revealed and merlin is Terrified. he basically begs aurthur to not burn him and instead banish him or something. arthur (who was not expecting this) decides hey maybe its a good idea to let all these emptions calm down before I talk about this with him because clearly merlin isnt okay right now. and so he leaves merlin to let him have a break. but merlin freaks (or gets kidnapped or something idk /lh) and decides 'fuck it time to run before he decides to kill me.' arthur now has to go find this magic dumbass (he's probably very worried about him) However, when he finds merlin, merlin assumes arthur is there to kill him and figures 'well if arthur wants me dead i suppose i'll have to die' or something. arthur is naturally horrified and rushes to clear things up. again, if you dont want to write this/dont feel comfortable writing it, dont /gen (i know its detailed brain went brrrr at like midnight and thought this up lmao) have a great day!!! drink water or get bonked /lh - anon

me, as the angsty person i am, am a sucker for the 'Person A gets kidnapped or captured for a bit and when they're rescued think they're dreaming/hallucinating' trope. no pressure for you to write this ofc, feel free to ignore this /gen - anon

prompt: can you please do a Merlin gets betrayed by someone he cares about h/c fic? also can merlin be aroace and trans? - anon

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Warnings: panic attacks, betrayal, anti-magic sentiments

Pairings: merthur, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 3725

It was supposed to be a normal hunt. It was supposed to be a normal hunt.

It was supposed to be this: they get out of the castle so Arthur can be less of a prat, the knights have that weird banter that they always do where it’s ‘we can make fun of him but if anyone else tries, you will be eviscerated,’ and Merlin gets to enjoy being in the woods because it’s nice outside and he doesn’t actually have to do that much. They only tend to hunt small things like rabbits and birds anyway.

It was not supposed to be most of the knights having to stay behind for various reasons, including Gwaine who somehow got swept into helping Leon with a council thing.

It was not supposed to be just him, Arthur, and three random knights.

It was not supposed to end like this.

Merlin grunts, hitting the ground hard as a sword slams into his back. He gasps, struggling to find purchase on the loose dirt as the sound of shouts reach his ringing ears. He turns over, trying to get up, only to have the point of a sword leveled at his face.

“G-Gareth?”

Gareth, the knight who had actually been decent to him—which meant he’d helped put away his equipment, helped Merlin tidy up, and actually been nice to him—snarls down at him, sword still aimed right at his throat.

“What—what’s going on?”

“Don’t play dumb, you wretched thing,” the man growls, the point of the sword perilously close to slitting his throat, “I’ve had my eye on you since I came to Camelot.”

“Your eye on me—what? What’re you talking about?”

“As if you don’t know!”

Merlin’s breathing grows ragged as the sword forces his head back down on the ground. Gareth leans over him, spittle flying from his lips.

“You’re poison,” hisses the same mouth that called him kind, called him compassionate, called him hopeful, “you’re a plague that deserves to be wiped out. Scum and traitors, all of you, inhuman bastards that drag the rest of us down to your level.”

It’s the shock of the words that does it, bringing tears to Merlin’s eyes as the conviction in the man’s face drives the sword down further. “G-Gareth, I—“

“Don’t.”

He winces as the sword digs in.

“Keep my name out of your hell mouth,” the man spits, “don’t try and curse me.”

“What,” says the most glorious and furious voice Merlin has ever heard, “is the meaning of this?”

Arthur.

Arthur storms up to them, his own sword drawn, eyes like flame as he sees Gareth with his sword at Merlin’s throat.

“Drop it,” he warns in a voice of steel, “and I might just let you keep your life.”

“He’s a sorcerer, sire.”

Merlin’s blood runs cold.

No.

No, no, no, no, this can’t be happening.

Not like this. Arthur wasn’t supposed to find out like this. No, he was—he was going to tell him, promise, he was but—but after, after everything was fine and fixed and then—then he could—

Not like this. Please, not like this.

“A sorcerer? Merlin? You must be joking.”

“It’s no joke, sire.” Gareth snarls again. “I saw him with my own eyes. His eyes glowed, he threw a spear halfway across the arena without his hands. He has magic, I tell you.”

Merlin looks helplessly at Arthur but all he sees is a stony face. The blade turns him back after a second, back into the face of contempt and hatred and all the things that hurt far worse than any sword.

“We must kill him,” Gareth says solemnly, “to root out the poison before it destroys us all.”

And before Merlin can say anything, before Arthur can say anything, he lifts the sword and makes to swing.

“Merlin!”

A blast and Gareth is flying back across the clearing, smacking against the tree and falling to the ground with a clang.

It rings in the still air.

Merlin’s eyes widen.

He doesn’t hear the cries of sorcerer, magic, evil over the pounding of his heart in his ears. He doesn’t see the light glint off of blades as they’re pulled from scabbards. He doesn’t feel the threat of others getting closer over the dread of what he’s just done.

He’s killed himself.

He used magic to hurt one of the knights of Camelot.

He revealed himself in front of Arthur.

What have I done?

“Sire, what do we do?” He hears the voice from a mile away. “I’ve never killed a sorcerer before.”

Never killed a sorcerer before.

He’s asking Arthur how to kill a sorcerer.

Arthur knows how to kill a sorcerer.

Arthur has killed a sorcerer before.

Arthur is going to kill me.

Merlin shies away from them, curling up into a ball before realizing that could be seen as defiance and whimpering, throwing himself to his knees with his hands raised.

“I’ll go,” he croaks, “I’ll—I’ll leave, you’ll never see me again, just—just let me go. Banish me instead.”

Please, just let me run.

He can’t look at Arthur’s eyes, filled with rage and contempt like Gareth as he strikes him down. He can’t look at him like that, he can’t do it. He won’t survive that alone. It wouldn’t be the sword that kills him.

“Please—please, I’ll go. I’ll go and you’ll never see me again,” he begs, “just—just let me go.”

“Pathetic,” another one of them says, “is that the best he can do? I’ve seen a dog beg better than that.”

Arthur still hasn’t said anything.

“We need to kill him, sire,” Gareth says—oh, he must’ve gotten up— “who knows what he could do?”

Merlin finally looks up, if only to see how close they all are, and his eyes lock with Arthur’s.

He can’t see any of the man he knows.

“Return to camp,” says the stranger who wears Arthur’s face, “pack the supplies. We must make ready for a hasty retreat back to Camelot.”

“But sire—“

“Now.”

Two of the knights glance at each other and slowly begin to back away. Gareth remains for a moment longer.

“Be wary, sire,” he says, “he’s tricky. Did his best to seduce me, he’s a wily one.”

“I can handle him. Go.”

Gareth shoots one last truly disdainful look at him before he retreats into the undergrowth, the sheen of his sword the last to vanish.

Then it’s just the two of them.

“Arthur,” Merlin gasps, “Arthur, please—“

“Shut up.”

The words are different. They’re not playful, not irritated, not—not Arthur. They’re cold. Impersonal. An order. They strike Merlin like rocks from a sling, making him flinch into a sharp rock that jabs right through the thin material of his trousers. His throat closes until only pained and pitiful whines can escape.

They remain where they are for a long moment before Arthur begins to retreat as well, sword still held aloft, backing away until he’s far enough that Merlin can hardly see him. Only then does he turn.

Merlin watches the single spot of red walk away from him until it vanishes into the forest.

His magic tingles in the tips of his fingers and a soundless yell burns his throat as he shoves his hands against his chest, trying to make it go away, this is all your fault, you ruined everything, you always ruin everything!

He has to run. He has to run because sorcerers die in Camelot, they’re put to the sword or burned at the stake and he can’t look at Arthur while he kills him. He can’t. He just can’t. He’d sooner die of that than whatever execution they can dream up.

With stumbling and clumsy steps that are dragged down by his traitorous magic that for some reason doesn’t want him to flee from the site of his execution, he scrambles to his feet and runs.

If Arthur—if Arthur finds him after this, he can say he tried to run. He can run again, he’ll keep running. He’ll spend his life running if it means Arthur won’t kill him and he won’t have to see it.

He runs harder and faster than he’s ever run before because Arthur is a warrior who’s been trained to kill since birth and he’s stronger and faster and can run for longer and if he catches Merlin—

He loses track of where he is. He just runs.

But his magic, his damned magic, that has always loved Arthur more than it loves him, won’t let him.

Like a tether from his navel that twists through the forest, he knows exactly where Arthur is. And exactly when he starts to give chase.

A wretched sob tears itself from his throat and he pushes on, his magic dragging him back each step as Arthur gets closer, closer, closer, and he’s no longer just hearing his own breath and phantom footsteps as he crashes through the woods. He can hear the snapping of twigs, the rustling of leaves, and that voice.

That damned voice.

“Merlin!”

He can’t stop. If he stops he dies. If he stops Arthur kills him. If he stops he—he—

His magic all but throws him over a root and he yelps, turning into a frightened scream as he’s pitched down a hill and into a boulder with a crack.

“Merlin!”

Leaves rustle as Arthur skids down the hill after him and he’s so close, he’s right there and Merlin has to run, he has to run now, but his legs are shaking and his arms won’t work and his magic keeps tugging him back toward Arthur and he just collapses into a useless, cowering mess at Arthur’s feet.

“Merlin!”

“No—no fire,” he gasps out, “please, you—you can do it here, I won’t fight, I won’t—you can use your sword, please, no fire, I don’t want to burn—please, no fire—“

A strong hand grips his shoulder and pulls him in to—

No sword pierces his chest. No dagger finds a home in his gut. There are no hissed words, no glares, no low solemn speeches about magic as a plague.

He can’t even see Arthur anymore. Just the hill. There are two tracks in it. One where he fell and one where Arthur skidded after him. Red fabric flutters in front of him too. Arthur’s cape.

Why can he see Arthur’s cape?

Only when a head turns and breath starts to puff over his neck does he realize what’s happened.

“A-Arthur?”

“Don’t you ever,” Arthur says in a rush, chest still heaving against Merlin’s where he’s pulled him flush against him, legs tangled in a heap, “scare me like that again.”

He’s…he’s in Arthur’s lap. Arthur’s holding him. Arthur’s hugging him.

Arthur has his face buried in Merlin’s neck and he’s telling him not to scare him like that again.

“Arthur?”

“You,” he says, and he sounds like Arthur again—a very angry Arthur, but at least it’s Arthur— “are the biggest idiot I’ve ever met.”

He pulls back and his eyes are still on fire but he’s looking at Merlin like a starving man.

“Why did you run? You could’ve been hurt! You were hurt, you slammed into the rock like it broke your back.” He runs a hand over Merlin’s spine as if reassuring himself Merlin’s not hurt. “You idiot, I almost lost you.”

Merlin just blinks. Almost…lost him? Doesn’t Arthur want to kill him?

“Well?”

Oh. Arthur’s waiting for an answer. “Aren’t you going to kill me?”

Arthur’s face goes white, slack in horror, then contorts anew in red rage. “No, Merlin, I’m not going to bloody kill you.”

“B-but you—“

“I didn’t want the others to try, you absolute petticoat,” he says, still glaring, “because you’re a little lamb who rolls over whenever anyone is trying to fight you except me—which is rude, by the way—and you wouldn’t so much as lift a finger to defend yourself if they tried!”

…that’s why he sent them away?

Arthur rolls his eyes when he voices that thought. “Yes, Merlin. They’re under the impression that they’re to start back to Camelot without me to gather reinforcements.”

Reinforcements—the knights—no—

“Calm down, you idiot, they’re not actually going to—oh, for the love of—Merlin.”

Merlin listens to that. He freezes in Arthur’s arms as Arthur’s hand comes up to cup the back of his head. He stares at him pointedly, gaze flicking from one eye to the other.

“I lied,” he says slowly as if he’s talking to a child, “so they would leave.”

“You…you did?”

“Yes. Because then I could talk to you about having magic—hey,” he says firmly as Merlin tries to pull away again, “none of that. Stay with me.”

Another order. He can do those.

“Right. I wanted to talk with you about having magic so that now we can work together to keep things like this from happening and—where are you going?”

“What do you mean now,” Merlin asks, eyes widening as he tries anew to struggle away from Arthur, “what does that mean?”

“Merlin, I’ve known you’ve had magic for a while now, and—“

“You what?”

“Come on, you’re not exactly good at hiding it all the—hey!”

Merlin had flailed, succeeding in loosening Arthur’s grip and sending them both falling over. He scrambles up, trying to claw his way free but Arthur is faster and he’s on him in an instant.

“This isn’t working,” he hears Arthur growl to himself before arms like steel bands close around him, hauling his back against Arthur’s chest as legs lace through his and pin him well and truly.

“N-no—“

“Shh,” comes Arthur’s voice, suddenly soft and gentle and Merlin hates the way he instantly relaxes, “easy, now. It’s alright. You’re alright.”

A truly pathetic whine leaves his mouth and Arthur hums.

“I’m not going to kill you,” the gentle voice says again, “I’m not going to burn you and I’m not going to use my sword. You will not die.”

But he’s a sorcerer. Sorcerers die in Camelot.

“I sent away the others to protect you. They’re not going to hurt you either. The knights—our knights—won’t let you be hurt and neither will I.” Arthur’s lips brush the shell of his ear. “You’re safe, Merlin. I’m going to protect you.”

“But,” Merlin gasps, “but I’m a sorcerer.”

“Yes,” Arthur says patiently, “you are. I’ve known that for a while. You are Merlin, you are a sorcerer, and I’m going to protect you.”

“Sorcerers die in Camelot. You—you should kill me.”

“I am not going to kill you. You are mine,” and there’s a hint of steel in his words now too, “and no one is going to touch you.”

His magic thrums in his veins and slowly, slowly his breathing slows.

“If I let you go, will you run again?”

“N-no.”

“Alright.”

Arthur lets him go and Merlin doesn’t run. He lets Arthur turn him around and cup his neck again, the other hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t look mad anymore.

“Is that why you ran,” he asks, still speaking softly, “did you think I was going to kill you?”

When Merlin nods, looking away in shame, he just hums again.

“I’m not going to kill you.”

“I know that now.”

“Mhm. So when we go back—“

“Back?” Merlin’s head jerks up. “You’re not banishing me either?”

“What part of ‘I’m going to protect you’ did you not understand?”

“B-but I thought—“

“No, you didn’t,” he says in that soft voice that makes the insult almost an endearment, “you didn’t think because you didn’t realize that I could never kill you or send you away. I’d sooner leave with you.”

His magic hums as if to verify the truth in his words. “You…you would?”

Arthur frowns, but it’s not an angry frown. “You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?”

“How important you are.”

The forest seems to fall silent.

Merlin’s eyes widen so much he’s afraid they’re going to fall out of his head. And Arthur’s just looking at him with his face all sincere and his voice is still soft and his hands are gentle where they hold Merlin like he’s something precious and—and—

“What?”

“All those jokes,” Arthur says, “about you and being replaceable and being the worst and a coward…I never really meant them. Never. Well, you are an awful servant, but none of the others. I don’t want you to leave.”

Slowly, like he’s coaxing a skittish animal to him, he pulls him closer.

“I want you.”

Something in Merlin’s chest breaks and he’s sobbing into Arthur’s shoulder in the next moment, hands scrabbling uselessly at his cape, his armor, his hair, every bit of him that he can reach. Arthur weathers the storm like a castle in a gale, holding him tight enough that he won’t blow away.

“I want you,” he whispers, sweet rain in the clouded sky, “I want you to stay, Merlin.”

————

He’s on his back. He’s got a sword at his throat. Arthur stares down at him like his glare is enough to burn him alive and he’s snarling out Merlin’s name.

“Magic is a plague. You’re poison. You’ve betrayed me. How could you do this?”

Merlin can’t speak. His mouth trapped shut. Arthur lifts the sword.

“You’re nothing but an inhuman beast,” come the words that hurt far more than any mortal weapon, “you, who cannot love, who are of twisted mind and body, you who do not understand what it is to be a human.”

All of the secrets he’d hoped to hide…exposed for the world to see.

“May all of Camelot curse your name,” he growls, “Merlin. Merlin, Merlin—“

“Merlin!”

Merlin gasps, jolting upright, trying to get away from the sword, just run—

“Merlin, calm down,” Arthur says, wrapping his arms around him and coaxing him to his chest, “it’s only a dream, Merlin, it’s only a dream.”

No, no, this must be the dream. Why would he be in Arthur’s chambers, at night, in bed, in bed with Arthur—this can’t be—

“Shh, shh, shh, sweetheart,” Arthur murmurs, lying back down with Merlin in his arms, “I’ve got you. It’s only me. You’re safe.”

“A-Arthur?”

“Yes, sweetheart. It’s me.” There’s a mouth on his neck. “Just me.”

He’s still panting, the run still pushing through his legs. Arthur hums, settling him into the blankets and propping himself up over him.

“Where are you right now?”

“Forest,” Merlin chokes out, “sword. You were going to—to kill me.” He swallows. “Said all of Camelot would curse my name.”

“You’re with me,” Arthur says gently, “we’re in the castle. I’m not going to kill you. Can you see?”

He looks around. There’s the desk. There’s the window. Arthur’s white nightshirt is shining in the moonlight.

“…yeah.” He swallows. “I’m—I’m not abusing you, am I?”

Arthur almost reels back in shock. “What? What on earth are you talking about?”

“I—‘cause I can’t—I can’t love the way that—“

“Stop right there,” Arthur orders, leaning down and cupping his face in his hands, “don’t you give a damn about that, you hear me? I care for you, I’m fond of you, you care for me, you’re fond of me, yes?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

Merlin swallows again. “And I’m not…wrong?”

“‘Wrong?’”

“…you don’t mind—“ he blushes— “my—my body?”

“Your bod—goodness, Merlin, this must’ve been quite the nightmare.” Arthur shakes his head. “No, Merlin, your body’s yours. You do what you like with it.”

It says something about how rattled he is that he doesn’t reach for any of the jokes he could make right now.

“Hey,” Arthur calls, leaning down and carding his fingers through his hair, “be gentle with yourself, alright? That was a horrible thing that happened, let it heal in its own time.”

“But it’s hard.”

“I know.” Arthur leans over to kiss his cheek. “Trust me, I know.”

Merlin rolls over, wrapping his arms around Arthur as he chuckles in surprise, pulling him into a proper cuddle.

“You just have to stay, then, until it feels better.”

“Oh, Merlin,” he hears faintly as sleep begins to tug at him once more, “you don’t need to make reasons for me to stay. I’m staying with you, sweetheart, for the rest of our lives.”

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Hi I want your opinion on this: what would make Levi deeply and incredibly in love with the reader? Isayama has said somewhere that his ideal partner is feminine, brave, calm, follows his orders through and through (so doesnt argue back) + meets his cleaning standards but thats only attraction imo (like superficial and not deep) i think those will catch his eye. I dunno xD tell me if u didnt understand me

I was waiting for this one...this was hard but I loved it anyways!! If I missed something you wanted or there's a change you want, don't be afraid to shoot me a message. I don't want to make anyone feel bad if I don't mention something that relates to you. There are going to be things that I don't relate to either in this post. But love is also an unpredictable and confusing emotion. So keep that in mind. And heck you can ignore this too if you don't like it. But to you, the wonderful Human who requested this; thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy!!!

Levi Ackerman Potential Type/ Romantic Preferences Headcanons:

Levi is emotionally constipated...I mean emotionally closed off. It'll take a good amount of time to for him to break down his walls around his already cracked heart. That being said, he most likely would be in a relationship with someone who is patient and who might share an understanding of emotional pain, even if it's on a much much smaller scale. He needs to slowly be breaking down the barriers himself and he would prefer it that way then being bombarded by someone who is trying to move things too quickly. He might appreciate a little bit of guidance on how to let someone in but it would be on his terms.

I'm not sure where you read/heard Mr. Isayama say that Levi's type is feminine, brave, calm, extremely disciplined and shares the same views on cleaning as he does but you're not the first person to say this to me so I'll take your word for it. There's this saying that a man falls in love with someone who reflects his mother in more ways than one. If this is true, I don't know but I feel like it would apply to Levi since he was so close to his mother when he was a tiny human. The feminine, brave and calm part you meantioned would be applied here as thats what Kuchel was described to be like. So if you shared a personalized like Kuchel than I think that Levi would feel very loved and safe around you.

Discipline...he would appreciate someone who listens to him in stressful and non-stressful situations since it won't feel like he's being ignored by his S/O. That being said, he would be ok if you went off on your own path sometimes. If there's something that you feel like you really want/need to do, he wants you to feel comfortable enough to tell him and follow through. Sure you guys might butt-heads occasionally but it means that you guys are communicating in your relationship which makes it stronger. And Levi respects and trusts you to make your own decisions. He might only step in if hes worried about your safety, but he would admire your independence.

Levi is always strong for everyone else so when he has his vulnerable moments, I feel like he needs that motherly nature from above. It doesn't necessarily need to be like his own mother but the kind and easy-to-approach nature is something he would need. If you tear up when he cries, even better cause it shows that how much you love/care about him when your emotions are shared during soft times like this.

On the topic of emotions, since he's so closed off from them, if he had someone who was very emotional then it would just click. He would enjoy seeing you go from being in the biggest of sad slumps to bouncing off the walls full of happiness. It would draw him deeper in love with you since your helping him unlock those emotions stored deep inside of him. Then he would understand why his cheeks get warm when you smile at him after catching him starring at you.

Maturity. Similar to discipline, where he wants someone who knows when it's time to shut up and listen v.s. when it's okay to speak your mind, Levi is ok with having someone who is serious when its needed but also can act younger than their age. It just shows that you're enjoying life and it often makes his heart flutter. You make life not seem so depressing all the time. Its something he needs and he really appreciates it when you remind him of that with your 'inner child antics'.

Love language. This is specifically for people like me who express love through physical touch. So hugs and kisses and holding hands are all a no. Levi isn't a fan of being touched constantly. He would try to get used to it, not wanting to make you feel bad but honestly he wouldn't be able to handle it. The best ones for him, I think would be acts of service or quality time. Acts of service because actions speak louder than words. So bringing him tea during the long hours of paperwork, cleaning his room and office while he's out on a meeting/mission, tending to his injuries, all make his heart melt as your able to show your love for him by doing the things that he personally enjoys. It shows how much you love the man. Quality time is big too because of the uncertainty of hoe long either of you will live because of how dangerous your line of work is. He doesn't want to make any regrets in his life so he wants to spend as much time with you as possible. So during the nights he works, sit with him. At meals in the messhall, sit next to him. Go with him when you go for supply pick ups in town. Any chance he gets to spend with you makes him happier than you'll ever know.

Overall, I feel like Levi would fall hard for someone who has an equal balance of differences and similarities with him. But who knows. Levi never thought he would fall in love, let alone get so close to someone like he did with you. Love is so complicated that we never know unless we try.

#aot x reader #levi ackerman x y/n #levi x you #levi ackerman #aot x y/n #levi ackerman fluff #levi x reader #levi ackerman headcanons

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