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Beckman x reader

CW: NSFW

It was fuzzy evening in a bar on a whole new island yet the atmospehere never changed. The guys were all about loud and rowdy never failing to keep good company aswell as drinking the whole taverns alcohol near dry.

You took in the sight, outside was pitch black light seeped out from within as a thin haze. Tankards clinking against one another the lesser known guys in the crew were all about trying to drink roux down the table.

One of the guys approached you from the side with an eager smile beckoning you to join them for the manpower.

"No, cmon you know its impossible to outdrink him."

"Who cares just come." He patted you on the shoulder pickingn you up between your armpits your whole entire body picked up like a long snake you got up from your seat finally, chair squeeking behind as you approached the rowdy bunch greeted by cheers and howls you greeted everyone getting a tankard from within the middle of the table.

Roux was tough compettition but that didnt stop you from the growing pride inside you to atleast try. Pehaps it was just because everyone was cheering as you gulped down the whole tankard, beer spilling from the corners of your mouth everyone cheered, you could feel your body tickle from the inside as it absorbed the alcohol slowly.

You grabbed another taking your time as eyes werent on you as much as they before, everyone was having a good time and you couldnt be more in element right now.

With pursed lips you pulled away from the large wooden tankard swallowing down the last sip for now.

"Excuse me for a bit, i need a smoke."

They all smiled quickly enjoying their banter, you walked away checking your pockets, nothing.

"Damn." you thought to yourself patting each pocket down not only were you out but every shop around was closed.

You started wondering who in the crew smoked. Not many of them did which left you out further and dryer than before. And just as you remembered there was one man always caught with a smoke nearby.

"First mate!" you used his formal title with a smile all too buzzed, his head turned to you with a small smile he had just stricken a cigarette for himself, he cracked the match in his palms looking up at your drunkenly flushed face.

"What is it dear?" He was always a man of compliments and you couldnt hide the smile that creeped on your face from the endearment.

"Could i borrow a cig? i ran dry." you noticed that theres a seat free by his table, your legs making way to rest a little he opened up the tightly folded box of neatly lined cigarettes passing it to you.

"Here." he spoke softly noticing the haze in your eyes and the droopy smile on your lips as you sobered up near his presence.

Your body perked up at the extended box you grabbed one out of the pack and put it between your fingers.

He was fast, before you even had a chance to ask for a light he had sticken the flint on his lighter your chest tingling a little at his subtle apporaches.

"Thank you~" you cooed meeting his gaze as you lowered yourself to the flame to catch fire to the tip of the smoke.

Smoke puffed from within your mouth as you finally got the thing to light, the first mate didnt take off his eyes from you not even for a second as you sat back into the chair crossing your legs as you enjoyed the smoke.

"What is it?" you asked patiently noticing his lingering gaze over you.

"First time ive actually seen you smoking is all. I know you do, just never 'seen it."

You puffed out a strand of smoke a small smirk creasing up your face.

"Really? I shoulda went to you sooner for spares." you sighed a little.

He picked up the beer infornt of him placing in by his lips to conceal a little knowing smile.

"That you should have. It aint pretty to see you walking in the guys' dorms late at night, leaves the wrong impression."

You choked a little on your own saliva face blushing in embarrasment as you tried to explain it.

"But what do you mean 'it aint pretty to see me walking in the guys dorms?' "

You tapped out the cigarette moving closer to the table.

"What i meant is i dont like seeing you going places you shouldnt." his lips glimmered from the booze, he looked at you sternly his voice was coarse, unusual from its smooth warmness.

Your whole body alerted at the change of atmosphere around you your legs squeezed tighter under the table you hid the emotion of amusement behind intrigued eyes.

"Then where do i go?" you asked hoping to hear the words that played in your mind.

"You come to me." He was straightforward wasting no time to let you know who should be the man you go to in time of need.

He leaned closer on the table one arm reaching with his fingertips to cup your chin in his large hands you puckered your lips for only a split second at the touch of him reminding yourself that hes only offering temporary relief in terms of cigarettes, and yet the way he looked at you meant two different things, that slow burning gaze as his eyes took you in little by little, dropping to your lips and back to your eyes he made no moves on you only admiring from afar you wished so much that he would come closer.

"Dont forget it, okay?" his thumb stroked over your bottom lip gently pulling it away until it landed back in place this time there was no way to hide the emotions you felt inside, you didnt care if he saw you biting your lip as the lustful smile took over you, you wanted him to see that.

You nodded slowly keeping your gaze on him he smiled with a little twist to his scowl he pulled his hand away having gotten your confirmation.

The drinking went on for the entire night that day half of the crew fell asleep right there in the pub and those who still had the strenght in their legs made ways back to the ship to crash.

You however laid in bed staring at the celing laughing every now and the bizzarrity of the situation

The vice Capitan never seemed to show any interest in people of his own crew he usually kept it strict to sleep with only women that approached him, the ones that were dying to know how rough a pirate actually is. How they’d treat a woman in need for something new in their life’s. This side you never saw of your dear vice captain.

You sobered up a little in your bed hand caressing your stomach for some comfort as you wondered about it yourself.

A groan fell from your lips at the thought of the way he treated you tonight. He showed none of the hidden distain in his face when he spoke to you. Only care and protection to your safety at the thought of you wandering into the men’s dorms asking for smokes.

“How ridiculous..” you whispered aloud as you shuffled up from the bed legs tangled against each other between your steps you made way to the farthest corner into hall. Shanks’ cabin was the door in the very end so naturally Ben’s would be to the side.

With a few knocks hoping you didn’t disturb anything you peeked open the door to spot the vice captain laying slumped on the side of the bed, legs covered still in his black boots he seemed out of it pretty good.

“Beck?” You whispered coming into the room sitting on the side of the bed besides him, his salt pepper hair fallen a little over his face you sighed as you laid back on his bed with a loud poof.

You watched the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed smiling to yourself at the peaceful sight before you.

He could feel the shift of weight on his bed, he was well aware that he hadn’t invited someone in so it could have been one of the guys mistaking their bunks for his.

“Out.” He spoke all of a sudden making your heart race as you laid before him, his eyes opened slowly to the sight of your back before his eyes as you sat up.

He smacked away dry feeling in his mouth raising up on the bed just about as you were to get up from his bed.

He was still buzzed from all the drinking so the weight he put in his arm was stronger than you could have ever expected, his hand came quickly lacing over your waist as he pulled you back into the bed a surprised chuckle leaving your drunken mind as you rested your hands over his. The large scar on his forearm leaving a dip in his skin you absently stroked it not even noticing that it was there until he mumbled something, cheek resting on the covers of his bed he was lazily fighting the urge to fall back asleep.

He pulled you in slowly as he crawled his way deeper into the bed.

Black boots on the edge of the bed he flicked them off one by one with a loud thud.

He rested his head over yours the palm of his hand warming the side of your hips you could only take in the intoxicating scent from his cologne.

Deep and peppery.

your hand shyly rested between his chest until he took it to lace it around his Broad waist. He sighed taking a deep breath he was staring to lose the drunkenness inside of him.

“What are you here for?” He mumbled before your head, his voice roaring gently in his chest as he spoke.

“I thought to come for a smoke at first, but now that I think of it I don’t even want one..” you laughed pulling away from him a little.

“Then you came for me.” He was sly and sure of his response making you rethink every word you were about to say.

“..” only silence came from you as you looked him eye to eye waiting for him to open his.

The moment he did you leaned to press your lips to his, unsure wether it was the alcohol talking or the heat of the moment but it felt right to do this.

His brows furrowed for a second as he groaned into the kiss he pulled his palm from under you, thumb resting before your ear his hand on the side of your neck as he pulled your lips closer to him with a satisfied exhale.

It was pleasant to feel his lips over yours, warm and supple though a little dry you made sure to change that as you gently cupped his lips with your own.

Softly exchanging drunken kisses was in neither of your bucket-lists for the night but he was enjoying this all too much.

Benn’s tongue prodded lightly between kisses softly brushing against the split between your own, you gently rolled your hips against his. His other hand came snaking between your waist to your ass, squeezing tightly as he pressed you flush against his hips. The growing warmth of his skin behind loose clothes made you feel the outline of his erection quickly growing in size you caught his lips with your own gently biting down in a small pull, his eyes followed the sight.

“Fiesty aren’t you?” He smiled closing in the distance between you two, his tongue lightly brushing against the backside of your teeth as you opened your mouth a little more for him.

“A little..” you breathlessly admitted, missing his touch the second he pulled away to take off his shirt.

Though the room was dim you could barely notice the small chizzle of his chest, Broad and laced with scars long and sharp you sucked in a breath of air as he leaned over you. His hips resting over the middle of your thigh, the warm indent of his cock brushing gently against it, your hands laced around his neck as he placed a quick peck to your lips.

His fingers slipped under your shirt as he slowly prodded it upwards your body making your back arch once it hit your waist. His hands burned slowly against your flesh, each motion tickling and making the blush on your face rise higher you scooped your hands away from his neck allowing him to take away your shirt.

Bare chested under him he moved to rest his head between your breasts placing supple kisses on each mound he gently cupped each one with his hands. Eyes meeting yours as he kissed over your nipples with a light suckle at the ends he watched as you smirked brushing away the hair aside from his face as he moved lower on your chest placing quick kisses until he met the hem of your pants.

He looked back up at you and the blissful smile on your face.

“You sure?” He asked watching you bite your lip with a small nod.

He shrugged his head to the side a little.

“That won’t do sweetheart, use words..” he was gentle with the way he spoke kissing down the squishy part of your stomach as his nose brushed against softness of it.

“I’m sure, take ‘em off.” You mouthed feeling him clasp his hands behind the hems of your pants he pulled them off softly, watching as pale skin uncovered itself under his movements he made sure to pull off the underwear as-well.

He kissed the inside of your thighs before he moved them off completely leaving you with a quick hitched breath as his feverish touch left you.

He moved down the side of the bed standing up before you he undid his pants sliding them off his legs you drank in the sight before you, the flex of his pecks in the dim light of the room, the muscled abs he usually hid behind loose shirts, god he was attractive..

He climbed over you slowly stopping when he reached your plush cunt placing a deep kiss his lips perked in a small smirk as you bucked you hips against his mouth. He climbed over fully snaking one hand behind your back he welcomed himself in your embrace as he laid sideways pulling one of your legs around his hips he let the other hug him under his shared weight.

Beckmann licked his fingers quickly as he placed a smooth kiss over your lips his hand under your thigh he pumped his cock slowly lubing it up with his saliva.

“Tell me if it’s too much..” he whispered against your ear as he lined himself up against you, he took note of the warm wetness all around your entrance, his cock shlicking between your folds he guided the tip inside allowing you to get adjusted to his size.

With a delicious moan your head fell back a little in his embrace, he moved to kiss your neck with slow burning kisses, tongue tracing gentle licks against your throat you could feel the warm stretch that his cock made inside of you.

Your moved back in a comfortable position feeling him grope on your chest as he sucked on your nipple, clean shaven face tickling the skin with little bumps of prodding hair you giggled with soft amusement of how gentle he was with you.

You squeezed his waist with your legs pushing him deeper inside you, he groaned against your chest feeling the pooling warmth overwhelm him.

He began thrusting gently enjoying as slow moans fell from your lips with all the love and desire in the world, he felt so good, stretching the insides of your walls with his cock, you could feel each thrust, the vein on his cock as he pulled back and forth, his tip stroking and stretching against you as he collided his hips with yours.

Soft moans filled the room that smelt like drunken bliss, the sheets swishing under your constant movement as he seethed inside of you.

“Mhmmm~” you moaned deeply as his hands cupped your ass, squeezing and massing the side of your thigh the more he kept buckling.

His pace fastened every now and then as you mewled out for him the sound of his cock dragging with your juices all of over his cock numbed together with the dissipating feeling of the alcohol that he couldn’t even feel anymore, he was so lost in the moment of pleasure, lost in the way you clenched around him, hungry for the way you moaned his name.

His hand moved to the small of your back as he pulled you flush against his chest picking up his pace as lewd moans fell from your mouth.

“ C’mere..” he grunted pulling your lips against his he thrusted faster holding you closely as your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your moans spilled inside his mouth, the pleasure filled your mind faster than you could even begin to imagine, the sides of your eyes began to feel blurry as his pelvic bone massaged your clit.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth drooping open in pleasure as he continued push deeper inside of you chasing his own high.

“Fuckk, Beck..” you whimpered feeling the hot flutter take over inside of you, hot pants of his breath tickling the skin over your chest as low groans fell from his mouth he muttered low praises feeling the waves of your climax he slowed down with deep huffs of breath, pumping himself slowly into you as he enjoyed the waft of his own climax washing over him. Warm spurts of cum filled the insides off your walls trickling down the sides of his shaft as he slowly stroked inside of you riding out your highs. He pressed his hand on the end of your back pushing you against him lovingly as he filled you up with him cum, peppering slow kisses across your collarbones as you arched your head to allow him better access to you.

“Fuck, you’re good..” you chuckled moving to cup his face to plant a sweet kiss which he reciprocated with slight desperation, trying to enjoy more and more of you before the night ended.

He took pride in having you, knowing that he’s the only one on the ship to have you to himself he wouldn’t allow a soul to make eyes at you after this.

He pulled out watching keenly as globs of cum slipped out of your cunt and onto his sheets he laid you on your back and slipped between your thighs to clean off the mess he had made. Your hips buckled each time he slurped between hooded eyes, a deep hunger sitting within them as he watched over you, the way your legs shivered under his touch, the pretty smile on your face as you looked at him between your thighs playing with your nipples playfully he pulled back with a last squelching kiss to your heat he laid beside you ushering you in his embrace as he pulled a cover over you. Hand resting over his chest tracing small circles you looked up at him.

His hand warmly stroking the side of your shoulder as you both grazed in the soft sex afterglow. His greyish blue eyes almost seemed dark in the light of the room.

“What’s on your mind?” He reached over the side of the bed to grab a quick smoke never leaving you from his embrace.

You were silent for a second trying to find the words to lay down the reason behind those mindful eyes.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but they way you acted tonight was different.” You whispered silently watching the smile on his face as he puffed a smoke from his lips. He moved to kiss the top of your head that dumb look in your eyes was his poison honestly.

He took a long breath, how does he even begin this?

He hummed leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, the linger of tobacco seeped into your mouth slowly.

“I do fancy you if that’s what you wanted to know. We did kind of skip a few steps by doing this though.” He looked down onto the sheets causing an embarrassed blush to spread across your face.

He took your hand in his bringing it to his lips he spoke.

“What do you say we take a little day off from the guys? Just you and me, around the town..” he smiled a little a bit expectant for your answer.

You smiled resting back onto his chest with a relieved sigh. “Sounds nice..” you played with his hand comparing it to the size of your own the soft strokes of his thumb softening the mood between you even more.

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rookthorne · 5 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

The reveal of Bucky and Steve’s plans for the day took you by surprise, but you would only let shock and awe hold you for so long in its clutches. A job needed doing, and for damn sure were you going to do it with a flourish.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𖠺 Tattoo Artist!CW!Bucky Barnes x Florist!F!Reader x Tattoo Artist!Nomad!Steve Rogers

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𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“You want me to do what?” you asked, blindsided by the request so much so you couldn’t even fully comprehend it. “Sorry—say that again, please?”

Bucky and Steve glanced at one another, then they looked back at you, and you could just see the silent communication between them — the way their eyes lit up, and the way their lips turned upwards into beaming smiles.

They were both wearing tight, long-sleeved V-neck shirts, with the sleeves rolled up to their elbows, to show off the artistry over their forearms and hands – Bucky wore black, Steve wore navy blue.

Steve cleared his throat and quietly offered, “We want you to decorate the shop for Christmas.” Beside him, Bucky spun a set of keys on his index finger. “Do you want to, Petal? We just thought that–”

“I do!” you rushed, holding your hands out to slow Steve’s spiel down. “I just– This is your baby; your shop is your love; all of your hard work has gone into it and you want me to decorate it for Christmas?”

“Yeah, we do,” Bucky said with a shrug of his shoulder. “You’re one of us now, doll. We all love you—no one more than us two—but they already wholeheartedly agreed, and we all want your expert opinion.”

You spluttered and baulked at them, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water. Happiness was slowly building in your stomach; elation, similar to the lightness of a helium balloon, and you couldn’t believe your luck.

It would have been a lie if you didn’t admit to daydreaming about decorating their shop. First it was with flowers, but as time wore on and the festive season neared, it was all you could think of — Christmas trees on the smaller scale of size would look beautiful in the corners, and simple but elegant, monochrome decorations would complement it perfectly.

“Are you sure, boys?” you asked for the umpteenth time. “I mean, I won’t be upset if you changed–”

“Yeah, we’re sure,” Steve soothed, chuckling lightly. “In fact, Sam is lending us his truck to go pick out the decorations.”

“His truck,” you repeated, shocked. “I won’t be getting that much!”

“You will when you realise where we’re goin’,” Bucky sang, and he walked to the front door, grabbing his leather jacket off of the coat rack. “So, c’mon, let’s go.”

Steve put his hand on your lower back and encouraged you forward with a light push. “You’ll love it, darlin’.”

You spared one final glance around the shop — the one day you were closed to the public and the one day that both Steve and Bucky had their books closed for appointments, and they had planned an excursion. It sure beat paperwork, you thought, grabbing your coat from behind the counter.

The door swung shut behind you, and you locked it with a loud click before following Bucky to Sam’s parked truck. It was parked by the entrance of Quartet’s Tattoo, right next to Natasha’s blood red Corvette, and you knew the two of them would be watching over Bucky and Steve’s shop.

Steve opened the back door to the cab and you slid into the back seat, not before kissing him on the cheek as thanks. The chassis creaked as both Bucky and James hopped into the front; Steve on the passenger side, and Bucky behind the wheel.

It spluttered to life when Bucky turned the ignition, and the deep rumble of the engine purred when Bucky put it in gear — the further he drove, the more your apprehension mounted. Where were they taking you? What were they planning?

Something must have shown on your face, because you suddenly heard a voice cut through the fog of worry in your mind. “Don’t look so worried, sweetheart,” Steve said quietly, looking at you from over his shoulders. “It’ll be fun—I promise.”

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed, turning the wheel to take a right turn. “Trust us, doll. You are goin’ to flip your shit when we get there.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, placing your hands in your lap.

The drive was only a short one, filled with the radio playing quietly and the occasional snipe from Steve about Bucky’s driving, when you looked up from your hands and out of the windshield. Your mouth opened on a sharp gasp at the sight of one of your favourite garden centres. “You–!”

“Us,” Bucky chuckled, and he turned the truck into a free parking space. “We thought you’d be in heaven here, and ‘tis the season,” he continued, turning off the engine. “Just please don’t pass out on us–”

He was cut off by the sound of your door slamming.

In your excitement, you could not wait to barrel through those doors and look at all of what they had to offer — plants and fir trees to your heart’s content, and not to mention, the beautiful flowers on offer. The snow crunched under your shoes as you darted to wait by the hood of the truck.

Steve walked up to you, shaking his head fondly while you bounced on the balls of your feet. “Sweetheart, don’t pass out on us or you’ll give Buck an aneurysm.”

“I won’t, I won’t,” you chanted, clapping your hands. “I just– How did you think of this?” A surprised squeak escaped your lips as you were embraced and pulled into a warm, strong chest.

Bucky’s laughter rumbled through your body while he held you close. “‘Cause we pay attention, you cutie,” he said into your temple, squeezing you tight. “We’re goin’ to get a couple a’trees, and we learned that this place does sell some decorations.”

“Oh, can we do black, silver, and gold?” you quickly asked, looking at both Steve and Bucky with wide eyes. “It’ll suit your shop and set off the reds and blacks and browns and–”

“Yes, yes,” Steve interrupted, his voice fond. “We can do whatever you want, darlin’. Now, c’mon, we don’t have all day.”

The inside of the garden centre was astoundingly green and festive — lights of all colours shone down on the leaves and branches of ferns and flowers. Above, the overhead bright, white lights marked the way between aisles and tables of potted plants and seeds.

You glanced around, mouth agape and unable to take it all in, when you found to the right of the entry, a sprawling, miniature Christmas tree farm had been set up. Fern branches and differing heights gave the illusion of a forest, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. The leaves looked healthy and bright with life — perfect to hang ornaments from.

“How many trees are we getting?”

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Steve look to Bucky, who shrugged. “How about three?” Bucky offered. “That way we can have one behind the desk; one down the hall; then one in the waitin’ area, in that corner where we keep the magazines and shit.”

“Sounds perfect to me,” Steve chimed in with a smile. “Three it is.”

With the game plan in mind of three trees, you took a deep breath, and decided the first step in the game plan was ornaments. You grabbed both Bucky and Steve’s hands to pull them along behind you, straight towards the display of Santa figurines and the like. They followed behind cheerily, taking in all of the greenery with bright, curious eyes.

“Ha! Look,” Bucky exclaimed, pointing towards a Santa figurine on a red Harley Davidson; tattoos covered the arms and hands of the jolly, smiling Santa. A Santa hat was perched atop his head, over the top of a black helmet. “It’s me!”

“We are getting that,” you laughed, grabbing the figurine from the shelf and continuing on.

For hours, you browsed up and down the decoration aisles and stands, filling up the cart that Bucky had run to grab when he saw the sheer volume of your choices. Still, it was not enough to contain all of what you had picked.

After a declaration that, “This is more than enough, sweetheart,” you pushed the cart towards the till counters with Bucky and Steve trailing behind, their arms full to bursting with ornaments, figurines, and lights.

“And you said you wouldn’t get this damned much,” Bucky huffed, carefully placing down his burden.

Steve grunted with faux effort as he lugged his own curations onto the counter. “I agree. Damn, Petal—remind me to never let you loose in here again.”

You pouted. “This was your fault, you decided it was a good idea.”

After paying for all of the decorations and all three trees, and at their insistence, you waited patiently in the middle of the backseat of the truck while they lifted and hauled the trees onto the back tray. The back gate slammed shut, and then you had the numerous bags from your haul shoved on either side of you.

The truck’s suspension groaned from the added weight of the two of them when they jumped into the front seats, and you sat happily between the mountains of Christmas prizes, unable to wipe the smile from your face.

“Well, that was an adventure,” Steve said, and then he and Bucky turned around in their seats to look at you.

They both burst into laughter at the smile on your face.

“You look so fuckin’ adorable, baby,” Bucky cooed, and Steve winked. The truck roared to life and Bucky grabbed the wheel. “Let’s get you back, so you can get started.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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sir-yeehaw-paws · 10 months

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Sequence 9 deserves its own post.

O YEA THIS IS THE BEST SHIT EVER.

THE WAY HAYTHAM JUMPS HIM FROM THE RAFTERS

Technically, dad. Aren't these your first words..?

WHAT is this grin Haytham WHAT IS THIS FACE-

HOW'S THAT FOR AN INTRODUCTION-

OH their dialogue is golden.

Haytham even calls it banter please.

EVERY SINGLE TIME CONNOR WANTS TO SPARE SOMEONE HAYTHAM SHOOTS THEM INSTEAD.

We love us some hereditary eagle vision amiright fellas.

OH GEE THANKS DAD!

He takes charge almost by default it's amusing as it is annoying *for Connor*

The way they can scale the roof tops together completely side by side without a single delay from either of them is really awesome.

I cannot get over the way the rapport was written from the word 'go' it's like they don't even MEAN to banter it just HAPPENS this way it's SO FUCKIN' FUNNY.

WHEN HE INTRODUCED CONNOR AS HIS SON HE LOOKED SO STUNNED.

Connor like "DID I HEAR THIS RIGHT??"

And..I never want to hear someone describe someone's mother as 'forest fruit' ever fucking again what the actual hell.

(Yes I'm aware it's period typical racism, and accurate racism depiction but DAMN)

Damn, Haytham's face when Connor tells him about Ziio..I get the sense that, even for as far off the deep end he's gone, he was being honest here.

Which, I do believe he's being completely honest. But as Connor rightfully points out:

Haytham's regrets don't change that. Nothing is going to change what Connor has to live with. The truth of what happened.

HAYTHAM. shsjsakjsdankasdknsakj-

Dad, if you keep getting in my stuff about my sailing I WILL be throwing you overboard.

..And he took Benjamin PERSONALLY.

Well! Suit yourself then.

ENJOY HELL.

"Good job on the assassinating m'boy" (Couldn't decide which cap I like better, uploaded both)

Aww Connor apologizing to Achilles. And he's got that shiny idealism again. And it's so damned EARNEST. The man genuinely has a good heart but the world is content to just keep STOPPING ON IT. And telling Connor it's bad to have one. Everyone has told him so too. But he hasn't lost hope yet and to be honest I sort of hope that he never does. He deserves to have that thread of happiness in him.

And honestly, even though we know this only has one outcome (tragedy) there's that earnest hopefulness in Connor that, if they did just work together they could be allied. And he could appreciate his dad properly. And Haytham him in turn. Obviously that's just not going to happen: given the fact Haytham continues to ally with Lee even though he burned Connor's mother alive. And that their ideals are just too opposed, it's still painful to see Connor having that spark. It's something he'd deserve but AGH.

Probably not, but Connor's hope here is endearing as it is tragic.

(Obviously he has a perfectly suitable father figure in Achilles, but the peace glasses that Connor wears make it so that yeah, this is automatically going to be something he wants-and who could blame him?) even knowing the inevitable of it all.

ANYWAY THIS WAS AS FUNNY AS IT WAS HEARTBREAKING I'M IN SHATTERS, TATTERS.

#ac iii #nates ac iii play #assassins creed iii #haytham kenway #connor kenway #nate caps #ratohnhaké:ton #achilles davenport #ac benjamin church #im sure ill have more thoughts later but i am exhausted and buzzing rn SO THERE

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nativestarwrites · 4 months

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For the dialogue prompts (https://www.tumblr.com/nativestarwrites/739354673205624832)

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Thanks for the ask! These prompt fills are breaching the drabble length containment so they're taking a bit longer for me to fill but hope you enjoy!

This is set early S3.

“Tell me where it hurts, and be specific," Jamie asks, because Jamie Fucking Tartt is perched on the edge of Roy’s coffee table, his hands hovering over his knee as if he’s going to heal it like some kind of miracle worker. “No.” Roy says petulantly, resisting the urge to cover his knee protectively with his own hands. He barely slept at all last night, should probably have cancelled their early morning training if he wasn’t such a stubborn idiot, living in denial. He was not letting Jamie’s clumsy hands drive the pain home. “C’mon man, I can help,” Jamie turns pleading eyes to him and Roy doesn’t know why its bothering Jamie so much, why he wants to help so much. “Fuck off, unless you’ve been getting a physio qualification in the spare time I know you don’t have.” “Actually, I dated a someone who--” “Fuck no. You’re not fucking touching my knee just because you slept with a fucking physio or whatever.” Jamie’s shoulders sag, and his hands finally retreat to his own lap, tucking under the hem of his shirt. “She weren’t a one night stand, she was my first proper girlfriend. She was in her final year, studying physiotherapy and we dated for a while. I really liked her. Except she was busier than me with all her exams so to spend time with her, I helped her study and shit,” Jamie shrugs, “Learnt some stuff.” Roy grunts, and although he doesn’t lighten up on his glare, he nods at Jamie. He’s knee’s already fucked, what’s the worst that could happen? Jamie leans forward tentatively as if waiting for Roy to change his mind and slap his hands away. And when Roy doesn’t, he raises his eyebrows, silently asking his question again. “Here.” Roy says, pointing to the worst of the pain. “ACL?” “Yeah.” Jamie’s gentler than he expected, not clumsy at all, working with confidence as he massages around the ligament, loosening up tight muscles. “What was her name?” Roy says, if only to distract himself from the fact that Jamie of all people is giving him a massage that he willingly submitted to. “Rachael.” Jamie replies, a distant look in his eyes. “My dad hated her, ‘cause she was smarter than both of us combined, but that just made me want to try harder, you know?” “What happened?” Roy asks carefully, if Jamie’s dad was behind it he’d have to add it to the growing list of reasons to punch him should their paths ever cross again. “Got papped. Some fucking newspaper decided to write an article, WAGS of the future. She didn’t like the attention, it wasn’t what she wanted and when she graduated she took a job up in Edinburgh. Told me it was better to end it. That long distance never worked. But I knew she was looking for a way out.” “Fucking journos.” Roy curses. “I’m sorry.” “Yeah, I was too.” Jamie shrugs. “How’s that feel now?” Roy isn’t sure if it’s simply the heat from Jamie’s hands or if he really does know what he’s doing but surprisingly the pain has started to abate. He bends his knee cautiously, it still hurts, Jamie’s no miracle worker, but it does feel better. Looser, less aching. “Better. Thanks.” “You’re welcome.” Jamie replies, sharing a small and satisfied smile with Roy. “Your turn now,” “What?” Jamie frowns. “Your ankle. Don’t think I didn’t notice you favouring it earlier.” “You don’t--” Roy rolls his eyes. “I know I don’t, I’m offering.” “It’s fine, I’ll see the physios at the club.” “Damn straight you will, but until then…” Roy trails off, and when Jamie doesn’t move, he sighs. “I’ve been playing football longer than you’ve been alive, you’re not the only one to know a thing or two about sports massage.” Jamie hesitates and just when Roy thinks he’s going to have to put his coach voice on and order Jamie, he moves, stretching out on the sofa next to Roy, his ankle resting on Roy’s thigh. “Thanks.” Jamie says quietly. Roy nearly replies with that’s what friends are for but he catches himself at the last second, because this is Jamie Tartt. They’re not friends. Except. That is what friends are for, isn’t it?

#Ted Lasso #Ask Game #Roy Kent #Jamie Tartt

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Merry Christmas !

Ghostface x Gn!reader

Masterlist if you want to read my other things.

TW/CW: reader has a mother, breaking in, brief mention of kys

Merry (late) Christmas to those who celebrates it and even those who don't. Also happy new year, I hope this year will be full of money and health for you all. Also if you have any projects I deeply hope it'll realize.

I have the unpleasant feeling this work is sloppy and that I'm regressing and losing vocabulary. Also Ethan gave me the ick here, I made him a total loser.

I literally wrote so many different things and yet I can't finish any of them, this is pure torture.

05/01/2024 (7 409 words)

You're not one to go all out for Christmas, most of the time, it's just a pretext for family to gather and eat and share some juicy gossip. And you love it ! When they're not pestering you with question about your love life or job or study or just anything boring.

This year, you all gathered at your aunt's house. She's a single mother of one, they live alone in this huge cottage far away from the city you're used to. It's nice living here but it's deeply disabling being obligated to use your car to just buy some bread.

In New York, you either walk or use public transports.

It's still fun to be here on vacations, it changes from your daily life. Your mom is going back and forth between the car and the house to empty the car boot, you on the other side, are stuck with your aunt and cousin. Your aunt is telling you how glad she is to finally see the whole family together, saying how much you've grown and bla bla bla.

"Come help me with your stuff !" your mom calls you from outside.

Not making her repeat herself by fear of regretting it later, you hurry to the alley outside. Your mother is already emptying the car, throwing your bags on the ground and frenetically searching for what you assume are her phone, in your pocket.

Walking to her side, you hand her her phone which owes you a thanks before she pulls you to the car trunk. Sighing, your hand grab the bag you brought with you full with clothes. You're staying here for a week after all ! But you can't even take out the bag entirely from its confine as something lower catch your eyes; the tire. It's all deflated.

"Mom, is it me or our tire's flat ?" you make her know instantly. She turns her head to you and frowns.

"Shit you're right." she double check."That's weird, it wasn't like that when we parked here earlier." A small silence filled with bird's singing and light wind replace her words. "It's just our luck, she sighs. We'll change it the day of our departure, your aunt probably has a spare tire."

Your mom doesn't let you answer as she grabs her bag and leave to the house. You're left alone before the open car boot, thinking about your bad luck. Here, it's a necessity to have a working car ! The nearest grocery store is hours away from here by foot and thirty minutes by car.

Crouching down, you put your hand on the holed tire to examine it. You don't really understand, that's some really bad gash, what the hell ? What did you even drove on ? The hole is as big as the length of two of your index fingers. Surely even driving over a nail wouldn't do that.

Are animals frequent in this area ? Or maybe it was already holed at home but the long road worsen it. Just your luck, from every car in the country, or even just the ones here, your car had to be targeted. The world hates you. You hope you won't often need to use your car.

Grabbing the handle of your bag, you slam the trunk door of the vehicle and head to your room. Damn, you kind of missed this place to be honest. You have pretty good memories from here !

The house is quite separated from the other, forest being the only thing present here. You remember climbing up trees, playing in the snow or watching TV before the chimney. And this exact room in which you're staying for the week already hosted you, with its heavy blankets that more often than not itches but are too warm to let go.

You know this place all too well.

What changed ? Life was so cool before, so simple. You did not have to go to a school you don't even like, you never even had to think about later. Your later was asking yourself what would be your next snack. And yet, here you are today, thrown in adult world. And you're deeply lost, everything is so slow and fast at the same time.

You fear you might lose your friends by changing University, you fear to start everything over again, you fear to stay forever stuck in a job you don't like. This room offers you a moment of peace, a portal from your childhood reminding you how everything was easier before.

Shame hits you because you know you'll have to come down to greet everyone when you have nothing to talk about. You're not excellent at school, nor bad, just in the fair middle. You don't have any partner, but you have a few friends. Your life's just boring and you don't want to tell it to everyone. Each one of your cousin always find something to be proud of, you don't have much, nothing to brag about.

To light up the mood, you turn on your phone to send a message to one of your friends; she seems busy as she's not answering. Same for the few others friends you have, some you're not even that close to, only friends at school.

Delight cross you in seeing someone writing you, only for the name to disappear immediately before you're able to see it. Man, you could have finally erased the boredom.

After some time mourning in your corner, your mom yelled at you from the living room to get down to greet the family. Sighing, you turn off your phone and rise up from your bed.

A faint music was heard in the background already, small snacks could be seen scattered a little everywhere on every surface and your aunts, cousins and uncles were greeting each others warmly.

Your mom tells you to come beside her by a sign of the hand, going down each stairs slowly, taking your time, you think about your bed which you already miss.

Greeting every person on the way, smiling, taking news from the family you dare ask yourself what have you done to deserve such a big household. By the time you reach your mom, she grabs your arms and put you right before one of your aunt, the conversation quickly drift to you.

"So ? What do you do now ? How's your new school ? Did you make any friends ? your aunt asks.

You reminded her that you were now in University and not in middle school in a teasing tone, to what she gasped before asking you your age and proceeding to moan about how time flies.

-Last time I saw you you were still so small !

-Show them the picture you have with your friends." your mom almost order you. By her tone and eagerness, you couldn't tell if it was pride of what her child has became, or fear of judgement from the others. As if they were going to shame her for having a kid who did nothing with their life, scared of them thinking you were a loser.

You take out your phone, scroll in your gallery to find the group photo of you and your friends. Your smiles are fake and awkward because the teacher is the one taking the picture. A few months ago, all of you handed a quite big model of the building for a homework, you honestly chose the University's building by lack of better idea. But your teacher was delighted, to everyone's surprise.

He insisted on taking a picture of you all with it to mark this moment forever, congratulating you and complimenting your skills and everything. Did you deserve all this ? No. Did you complaint ? Neither.

Your aunt seems to light up at the mere idea of you having friends, and showing her. It probably makes her feel part of your life. One by one, you present her your friends. Throwing a few anecdotes here and here. She tells you who she thinks is the meanest, the kindest, the prettiest.

Finally, everyone was presented. Smiling lightly, she tells you that she's proud you're working that hard and you turn off the phone. You wanted to leave and grab something to drink when your aunt seize your arm with a frown.

-Where do you think you're going ?

Damn, what is it this time ?

-I don't think I met everyone. Come back here.

The woman practically forces you to turn on your phone once more to show her the picture. You don't outright understand what's the matter as everyone was already introduced, it's when she uses her pointer to show you someone that it clicks.

-And who are those men ? And this girl ? What are you hiding ?

-This photo was taken a while back now, my friends and I don't really talk much to them anymore.

Her eyes glint with a funny mischievous light when problems are mentioned. She slaps kindly your arms, pushing you to tell her everything. You laugh.

-The one with the sleeveless shirt is Chad, the girl next to him is Mindy, they're siblings. The guy all to the left and next to me is Ethan.

-What happened ? They all seem nice !

Well, they are in a way. It's just stupid disputes that destroyed everything. Chad tried flirting with one of your friends, it did not lead to anything as he suddenly went with a certain Tara. When he was faced with the problems he created himself, he said that flirting wasn't equal to a relationship, that he owed you guys nothing.

Your friend was hurt, Mindy wanted to comfort her but, well, she's good friend with Tara and she's Chad's sister so it was complicated. You still talk occasionally with Mindy by the way, she was really nice and never did anything against you. It's just awkward now. But it's not her fault.

So yeah, you stopped hanging out together.

Your aunt was nodding throughout your story, listening carefully, sometimes throwing in some anecdotes of her, sometimes giving her opinion on the matter.

-And the other one ? she asks and for a moment you're confused who she's talking about until she points her interest on your phone.

Right, Landry. You completely forgot about him. He's on the picture since he was working with you as well but to be honest, you're not really close.

He's the only one who stayed with you despite the whole flirting argument. According to him, he likes both groups and is close to both side and it's okay, he's not the one who cheated on someone. But, yeah, it's strange.

No, scratch that, not it, he's strange.

He's in love with one of your friend. Well, you think he is anyway. They're often talking, on the phone and outside. He's always taking part in your group hangouts, buying foods, cinema ticket to whoever forgot money. You could've liked him if he talked to you, because he never.

Every time, and it's not even exaggerated, literally every time, you are all together, Ethan does not glance your way. Even for a second, you could talk to him and he'd answer with short words in a curt tone without looking at you to your face !

And you asked everyone, you're the only one with whom he acts this way.

While he's all lovey dovey with your closest friend. Closest not because you rate your group of friend, that'd be mean, but because you've known her for the longest time. He's following her, she's always the one to bring him to your parties and he'd mostly talk to her. Damn, you're a group, if he doesn't like you what the hell is he still doing here ?

Plus, your friend always talk your ear off about him, how he's so sweet, cute, smart and whatever. Sometimes you feel like she's trying to sell him to you the same way blender or vacuum cleaner are sold on TV.

Anyway, Ethan's weird and he's not your friend.

You simply told your aunt he was the boyfriend of one of your friend, that is partially false as he probably has a huge crush on her, to which she smiled and finally let you go.

You like your family, but you don't feel like telling this all over again to everyone here.

You spent the whole evening chatting with the kids and taking news out of the oldest. Them, on the other hand, kept asking you about a potential partner, school, grades and future. It was tiring but in the middle of it all were laughs, tears and anecdotes you would never forget.

The night has long arrived when everyone start talking about a children Christmas's show happening in town. From what you understood, there would be giant muppet. Some were reluctant because of the driving time and the sun setting but the kids were now overexcited at the idea of seeing muppet dancing.

Honestly, you didn't want to go but they've decided to go out all together now, you didn't have much say in it. Even if you hoped you wouldn't leave the house for tonight.

You weren't feeling it, already tired from the trip and the day. You lied about having a bad headache to stay in. You could rest and enjoy that big house all to yourself that way.

It was hard to survive the strongly disapproving stare of your mother and her dark look but you made it ! You still don't know how, usually, your mom is quite severe on the whole family reunion and she wants you to be there all the time, something about you being disrespectful.

She tells you not to get used to it but while leaving, you hear the others tell her that since your car can't drive because of its tire, there wouldn't have any seat left for you anyway. To what some answer that there'll always be a place for everyone (but you chose to ignore that). Just your luck ! Maybe the world doesn't hate you. This flat tire reveals itself to be a gift.

Slowly but surely, the house empty itself. Each member of the family zip their warm jacket to the very top, preventing the smallest wind to pass through. Your aunt, the owner of the house, comes talk to you with a smile.

"You're not gonna try and sneak your lover in, do you ?

You laugh nervously, still not used to this kind of attention. No, auntie, don't you worry. It's not like you have someone in your life. You assure her that no, you won't sneak anyone in here. Plus, it's kind of gross to do dirty things in the family house but you did not tell her that.

She kisses your cheek, zip her jacket as well and leave the house. Standing before the window, you wave at everyone entering the multiple cars. A few minutes later, the vehicles are gone, only the tire's marks on the frosted dirt are left. You sigh, listening to the quiet wind outside the house, feeling safer than ever.

Finally, peace.

No children running, no parents yelling, no messy conversation screamed; just silence. You can breath and hear yourself think. Without the agitation of everyone, you truly feel the cool atmosphere of the house for the first time.

Should you light the chimney ? Not now, it's not that cold yet. You have time. You smile thinking about it. Yes, you have time ! In fact, you have the whole rest of the evening just for you ! Beaming, you run to your room to change in comfortable pajamas.

Your aunt probably has food in her kitchen but even though she's family, you're uncomfortable at the idea of taking stuff from her without asking. So you grabbed your own snacks. It's weird considering she always offer you to eat all you want.

When in underwear, you think that a good bath would actually be better than just changing into other clothes. And that's what you did, you turned on the water, put your music as loud as you could and slide in the bathtub, enjoying the warm water in these freezing days.

A good hour has gone since everyone had left, silence filled your ears. You were fully ready to sleep in your bed and rest. Well, that was your plan anyway until something crashed into the house startling you like never.

You curse, trying to ease your speeding heart. What the hell ? The sound came from above and then it was just next to you. Did something fall from the roof ? The sound crossed the house !

Of course, with a sound so precise, you immediately thought of the chimney. Did something just fall from it ? Like a tile or something bigger ? A brick, or more ?

Well, you're a little too old to believe in Santa Claus by now, but uh, you're not dreaming, right ? Okay, it's late, you're alone, it's creepy but that sound was probably from animals outside or decoration falling ? Plus, that house's old, it creaks sometimes. It's nothing, right ? Okay, it's clearly not creaking sounds but still.

You wait as still as a statue, contemplating your options. It's nothing, probably, as no sound can be heard anymore. So yeah, a brick that is.

Why does this kind of shit has to happen to you when you're alone ? Your whole family was literally here one hour ago ! You wouldn't be so paranoid if they were still with you !

Slowly but surely, taking your sweet time to get down each steps, you feel your phone vibrating in your hand in the process but aren't interested enough to look at it, eyes boring hole around you.

But when you set foot in the main room, you're terrified to discover ashes scattered on the ground from the chimney and further away in the room, reaching the kitchen, like something had spread them, leaving some kind of footprints. It wasn't human foot shape, fortunately, but it wasn't any animal's paw shape either.

What the fuck ?

Something entered ? What the hell ? How did it even went in the chimney in the first place ? Okay, you're creeped out now. Only, there's no sound in the house. It does not help you feel better, you have no idea if an animal's here with you, and if it's an animal, what kind ? It has to be heavy to do such a sound when falling and trailing that much ashes, on the other hand, it is able to climb a roof, apparently. You dearly hope it's not a bear, well, it's hard for a bear to enter by a chimney but, you know.

Quietly, you get out of the house without even bothering to take a jacket with you. There is absolutely no way you are staying in this haunted ass house. Alone in the snow outside, your eyes are fixated to the windows to search any kind of suspect movements, there's none.

You are absolutely freezing when you take out your phone to dial your aunt number. You need to ask her if there's any weird animals lurking in the area.

But of course, now that you're outside, there's no internet. Okay, you have to go back inside. It's okay, it's probably a bear, yeah, a baby bear. All cute and soft.

But the more you think about it, less you're convinced it's an animal.

Because how the fuck would it be able to go on the roof ! You saw videos on internet showing bears opening doors, it's quite impressive actually, but rooftop ? No, if one of them wanted to enter, they would have passed by the garage or one of the numerous doors of the house, not the damn chimney.

Is Santa Claus going to kill you ? That's the worst death ever.

Freezing your ass off outside, you decide to stay on the terrace right before the front door to get internet without needing to enter. But of course it doesn't work, it's like the lines are cut. Plus, you were scared whatever was inside would be able to punch through the window to grab you, but it's the numerous horror movie you saw talking.

You honestly have no idea what's safer; staying outside in the cold or staying inside with the intruder.

If the phone don't work, you at least need to join your family in town. You don't remember correctly where is it but there's literally one single straight road so you can definitely manage. Looking over your shoulder, your eyes lay on the broken car in the alley.

Yes, one of the tire is flat but it still is able to drive, right ? You don't have any choice anyway. The closest city is something like thirty minutes in car away, so at foot ? Probably one hour. And without jacket in such an angry wind ? No, certainly not. You just need to get the key and you get out, simple.

They key, which is inside.

Okay, okay, you can do this. The key is directly to the left of the entrance, it's easy. You breath, hyping yourself up before you push the door open. It's creaking, your heart beats faster, but there is no sign of anyone having heard you. It could have tricked you into believing you imagined everything but the heavy ashes footstep are very well present.

Keeping your eyes on the house, trying to hold the perimeters safe and assuring nothing would come towards you, you throw your hand on the furniture supposed to held the key without looking at it. The door is still open wide behind you and you'd rather die than to close it even if it meant you were risking to catch a really bad cold for the rest of the holidays.

Only, after a few minutes, indicated by the stinging of your eyes after not blinking for so long, your hand remains empty. A quick glance to the furniture's way confirms you the worst: the keys are missing.

Of course, nothing's easy. Your mom probably took them to her room, to your despair. On the other hand, there's still no sound in the house, except for the strong wind coming from the open door behind you, which makes you cringe. If someone's here, the noise is definitely going to attract them to you. Though, you still don't want to close it.

What if it's a burglar ? What if they are burglars ? You pray it's not a group, hell, you hope no one's here ! But if you have to choose between being mugged by one or multiple people, the choice is already done.

Backing slowly, you start feeling watched and fear whatever's inside might come get you by behind thanks to the back door. You have to hurry, you go upstairs, you take the keys and you bolt outside. Yeah, it's easy, it's an easy plan.

Do you run ? It'll be quicker but you might be heard. Shit shit, what are you supposed to do ? You can't even pinpoint in which room, which area of the house the intruder is ! With your luck, you'll stumble on them in the hallway or even your bedroom.

You won't run, you're too terrified to do any sound. Removing your shoes, you put them between the wall and the door in order to block it if it ever comes to close while you weren't there. There's multiple carpet, your socks won't do too much sound and if you're too scared to put the shoes back when leaving you can still drive in socks, dangerous but you'll deal with that later.

One step at a time, you approach the creaking stairs, ears ready to isolate the slightest sound that could signify a presence near or far from you.

You would have much rather not use these stairs but they're the only way upstairs, even if they're noisy.

The first step is silent, just like the second and third, however, your weight on the next ones cause them to cry, making you wince and stop in your track. In total, this staircase is composed of fifteen steps. You know it, you've counted everything at least once here.

Fuck it, you already made too much noises. Whoever's here know damn well your position. Taking a big breath, you suddenly sprint every stairs, each one creaking in the process, not talking about the sound of your feet heavily hitting the wood. Stopping wasn't an option anymore, not being deterred, your legs finally bring you to your room where you lock yourself in, shutting the door with every locks available.

You sigh, falling to the ground and grabbing your shirt where your heart is. Your head is buzzing, your ears are ringing and your body screaming for help, everything is too hot for you, you can't think but you know it's not the end, you can't rest now.

So you get up and head as quietly as possible to the different furniture of the room. In your head, your pray that the intruder can't tell in which room you went. It's not long before you find the keys, your mum placed them beside your bag. And now ? It was a real trial having to come up here, and now you have to confront it all over again to go down ?

Okay, you're not mentally ready yet, you at least need to protect your back. You grab your phone, now having internet, and lowering the light as much as you can, you go to your socials to text someone.

You can't call the cops by yourself, it could mean talking and you can't allow that right now. However, your different social media won't even load. You're pretty sure a number for deaf people exist, but can't recall what is it. You try to type it on internet, but the page doesn't load as well. Of course, you don't have 4G since you're the one paying your subscription, that thing's expensive. Now, though, you really hate yourself.

To get out of this, you spam your friends phone in order for them to answer to make them call the police for you, the few of them that gave your their phone number at least. While doing so, you notice that Ethan Landry sent you a message a few minutes ago but deleted it. Weird, but he is so no surprise.

You don't stop spamming everyone, friends or family, it doesn't matter. But of course, your mum and the other are busy feasting staring at the show in town.

When you finally get an answer five minutes later (the longest minutes of your entire life), you feel relief flood your body, only for it to disappear when the name displayed was not the one of your friend, but of someone completely different.

Ethan Landry. Again. You retain a snort. Of course, him of all people. He doesn't have any damn social life, it's obvious he'd answer. He's typing, you wait impatiently for his message to be sent, it takes a few others seconds.

"Hey ^^" your screen displays. You want to explode your head on the nearest wall. Who's using those emojis ? "You're spending nice holidays ?" he adds.

What it that opening ? And why him ? Now ? He is not your friend, and isn't he busy ? Working too much for his class to stay the best of the best ? You don't want to talk to him. You're pensive, do you really have a choice in this situation ?

"I see you saw my message but haven't answered, are you ignoring me ?" And as if to light the mood of his already quite pitiful message, he sends you a small "lol".

No wonder he's still a virgin.

He's still online and you can't call anyone, if you talk, they're going to hear you. You don't like him but if he's the only one responding right now, you won't miss this chance. Just as you came to this conclusion, a noise of something falling echo through the house. You almost died on the spot, your heart not designed for this type of scare. Slowly, you hide under the bed, the huge blanket falling from both side of it protecting you from outsider's sight.

"Call copsfor me send them to m yaddress I beg you." you sent him, with a few mistakes as you're shaking, rushed and not watching the screen as you type. When sending him your address though, you watched cautiously the screen, feared he might send the cops somewhere else. To briefly explain him the situation, you sent him one simple word; intruder.

"Oh shit." he says and you never hated him more than right now. Why was this stupid idiot still typing when he should be calling the police ! Doesn't he understand the problem ? You really can't count on him.

He's stupid, you think. You have the keys now, that's all that matter. All is left to do is for you to bolt down to the car and leave. Steadying your breathing, you slide from under the bed, holding tightly the keys in your closed hand. You stand, walking towards the door; no sounds.

With a shaky hand, you grab the handle and open the door. Not getting out instantly, you're careful to check every corner of the hallway before leaving. You know how it is in horror movie, the protagonist often dies right before they can escape. You are not risking it. Your device is vibrating in your pocket, it's probably him again.

Reaching the main stairs, you put your foot in the air, ready to place it on the first step when your breath get stuck in your throat by the vision in front of you.

The main door is closed.

A cold chill run down your spine, raising up each one of your body hair. Why is it closed ? You specifically put your shoes between the door and the wall, preventing it from closing. And in the worst case, if the wind or the force of the heavy door still close, it would slam and alert you. But it didn't. How it is closed ?

You look around the room, not daring move anymore until you finally understand what happened. You're able to see both of your shoes, delicately placed side by side outside, on the freezing terrace. Someone moved them. Someone fucking took your shoes and deliberately put them outside, right in front of the window for you to see. If that's not provocation you have no idea what that is.

Either way, you are not trying to open it. Something is telling you it's completely locked. The wind is growing up by seconds, snowflakes flying everywhere. Fuck, it wasn't snowing earlier, you need to get out of here before you're completely stuck inside. That was your plan before you heard the back door downstairs shut and the dangling of keys, anyways.

Not waiting anymore, you get back to the safety of your room.

You can't calm yourself, you heard keys ! The intruder has keys and is locking you two together ! Shit, shit shit what do you do ? You have to get out of here, quickly before it's too late. If you end up completely locked up, all would be left to do for the intruder is to simply visit the different room until you're dead.

Think, think, how can you escape ? Your eyes end up on the window which you rush to. Opening it, the freezing air outside penetrate the room, slapping you in the face with it's now pouring snow.

You're something like 10 meters/32 inches up from the ground. It does not sound like a good idea to jump from here but do you really have a choice here ? Maybe you can wait a little until the snow reach a good height, so falling in it won't hurt.

No, the negative temperature and extreme weather would cause you to die of hypothermia. You close the window, still keeping the idea somewhere in the corner of your mind. You won't jump now, but if things get too complicated, you are not hesitating.

Maybe you can keep it a tad open, just in case. So you don't have to struggle to open it. You regret not having tried to open the main door earlier, sure the shoes were put away but maybe it wasn't really locked. You thought so but your fear were really what was driving your mind at the moment, you have to try.

There is this old broken glass clock on the wall, you could use it as a weapon. If the intruder comes at you, you explode the glass on their head. You cheer yourself up, stretching your limbs. You can still run if you can't fight.

You can do this, you can do this.

You still didn't encounter anyone after all, maybe you're fine. Standing up, a new found determination filling you, you head to the door. You try to think of a better plan but options are not running to you. It's not like you have a better choice.

You lay your hand on the handle, ready to fight your fears but you stop in your track when light musical notes start invading the silence of the house. You're confused, frowning your brows, you try to think of any reason for it to happen.

There's music coming from downstairs and that's when you know you're done for. Someone's here and is definitely toying with you. By music, it's not even a scary song with lyrics to help you understand what's going to happen to you, or a creepy music deepening the tense atmosphere, oh no. It's Michael Bublé singing his dumb 'It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas'.

Great, perfect, a festive music for a festive death, right ? Are you going to get killed on rhythm of it, too ? For a moment, you thought about it being a whole joke from one of your cousin, but it would be too elaborated. The best jokes are the shortest, and this one's endless.

Not having anything better to do, you hide once again under the bed and turn on your phone. Ethan sent you a message earlier but you did not look at it. You frown upon seeing it.

"Can I tell you something ? It's a secret tho. I'm a little ashamed of it."

Does he really fucking think it's the perfect moment for him to confide his secret to you ? "Police" you simply send him, wanting to remind him of the goal of this conversation, hoping he'd understand. After all, he did not even confirmed having called anyone.

But he never answers your reminder and instead send you a photo. It's blurry and at first you don't understand what it is until you recognize the house, your aunt's house. The house you're currently in. It's a picture of you from earlier, when you first went outside after discovering the ashes everywhere. You're outside, before the window, checking your phone while hugging yourself to try and protect you from the cold.

"Where are you ? I want to talk to you." he sends right after.

Your blood runs cold, suddenly the painful and awkward position you're in doesn't bother you much anymore. Ethan Landry, took a picture of you here. Ethan Landry is here, right now. What's happening ?

"We need to talk." he insists.

Is that man the one who entered by the chimney ? Is he the intruder ? You're not typing anything and it must stress him as he adds a stupid "Please answer". How did he even know you were here ? Did he follow you ? How ?

"What do you want" you typed, wanting to know why he was here. You were desperate for answer, you never talked to this guy, he never talked to you ! What does he want now ? Is it linked with your friend ? Did she ditch him ? Maybe she did, and he thinks it's your fault.

But against all odd, it's not at all the answer gives you.

"It's about us."

What ? What 'us' ? What is he talking about ? "Us" as in you and him or "us" as in him and the whole group ? Because either way, you have no idea what he wants. And even if you did, you doubt there's a problem big enough that requires him to fucking break into your house.

"I have a gift for you as well." No, it does not sound good at all. You keep spamming your friends, begging them to answer. You're telling them you're hiding under your bed and that they need to call the police right now or you'll end up dead. At one point, you start to write another message to your friend when you receive a notification from Ethan.

"They won't answer." he says. And for a second, you dare think that he may be connected to your phone. But you quickly push that thought aside, only for it to come back as fast when you're typing "Ethan s insde my hhouse" and "Don't do that" is sent to you before you press send.

He's bluffing, you're sure. You send your message anyway, if you die, at least they'll know. However, to confirm your doubts, you write two question marks in the blank space to check if he's able to see them. To your horror, Ethan sends you two question marks as well.

It's just a coincidence. It has to be anyway because that'd mean Ethan knows where you are. Who are you kidding ? He knew from the very start where you were. He's just tormenting you. Testing yet again, you type "what" in the chat space, and of course Landry sends you "What what ?".

That's it, he has access to your phone. Your body is boiling from the inside, nothing makes sense anymore. How did he hack into your phone ? Why and when ? Since when ? You swipe the notification away from the screen and turn your phone off. Laying it beside you, waiting for another person to answer.

He planned everything, controlling your phone, following you, getting you alone and vulnerable.

It's probably time for you to use the window. You have the keys after all. You'll jump. Get to your car or something. Besides, maybe you won't break your ankle. maybe you'll be able to escape, run in the forest and found a shelter somewhere, wait until the weather is good enough to come back and find your family.

Maybe you'll fall, break something and wake up only to realize that it was all a dream, that you're safe and sound. Ethan did nothing, he is still the weirdo from your class, flirting with your friend and you'll spend a beautiful Christmas with your family.

Your body start to move in order to leave your hiding spot, but each one of your muscle stops dead when slow and steady footsteps are heard in the hallway, and seconds later, the door of the room creaks open. And then you remember with horror that Ethan found the keys, and that locking the door won't protect you.

He knows you're here. You try to recall everything you did that could've hurt him, if one day you insulted him, mocked him but nothing. Why, why is he doing this to you ? Tears fill up your eyes, but you have to dry them. If you have to escape, you need to have hundred percent of your vision. Fleeing with blurry eyes will slow you down.

Ethan doesn't budge. You're too scared to change position and see where he is, but he sounds like he is at the end of the end. You probably could've saw his feet if you tried, but you didn't want to.

Your phone stirs, reporting a new notification. You know who that comes from already. Every muscle in you is tensed, refusing to move. But he waits for you to do so. So you turn it on, checking his message.

He sent you another picture, one which absolutely freeze you from head to toe. It's a photo where only a bed is visible, the exact one serving you as hiding spot. What's horrifying however, is that a large knife is displayed on it, along with a printed photo of you two. You recognize this cursed picture, the one your teacher took of you with the model.

He cut out everyone else, only you two are left. It's the only photo you have of him, and it's probably the same for him, the only picture he has of you. You're never beside each other after all.

You don't give a fuck about the photo, he has a knife. You're alone together in a room and he has a knife.

"Are you mad at me ?" he texts but you can't do anything except try to keep your cries quiet. You knew he was weird, but fuck ! Not that weird !

You hear him chuckle, and seconds after the ruffle of his clothes alarms you. What is he doing ? He's moving, but why ? You don't know what he's doing until his hand firmly close around your ankle and pull you out of under the bed, you scream, try to fight back, throw your legs at his face but you can't even see it; he wears a mask.

Not only a mask, in fact, he is completely disguised.

Window is all you can think. You have to jump out of the window. Never slackening your attacks, you finally inflict him pain, his mask twisting on the side in the process. He falls on his back, holding his, likely, jaw.

You are not waiting for him to get over it as you jump on the bed, slide and grab the open window. You pull it wider and leap head first. You did not think this through, only acting out of pure survival. But at the same time, maybe you would've done the same thing, choosing between breaking your legs or arms, in this situation, you'd chose to break your arms.

But Ethan is as determined as you, before your body can completely fall, he grabs both of your tibias with strong hands. Blood is already falling to your head, you feel it heat up despite the freezing atmosphere.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing ?" yell the man holding you.

Hanging upside down, only held by the legs by a crazy man clearly wasn't part of your Christmas plan. You wiggle your body, trying to make him let go or at least slip out of his grip but you never saw someone as mad as Ethan. You lay your hands flat on the outside wall before you, outstretching your arms to grab something allowing you to fall, to pull yourself down but it's no use.

You already feel yourself being lift up. Slowly, Ethan's hand pull you up, leaving your ankles to grab just below your knees. One of your foot hit his face but he never relents. You yell in the wind for the world to hear, you struggle, fight but Ethan's something else. Ethan won't let you go.

The more he pulls you up, the more his hand grabs of you. While your feet are back inside, your hands never let go of the window border, refusing categorically to let him engulf you inside. You don't stop yelling at him to let you go but you quiet down a second when two other person enter your vision, both in the same disguise as Ethan.

They're outside, braving the harsh snow, just below the window. Exactly where you would have fallen if Landry didn't grabbed you. The smaller of them has a sign in hand, and when you read what's on it, you think you should have jumped and killed yourself.

"Merry Christmas, in-law.

Welcome to the family"

#ethan landry #yandere ethan landry #ethan landry x gn reader #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fanfiction #ethan landry x y/n #ghostface #ethan landry imagine #vitzi9writings #yandere

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foxilayde · 2 years

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Solidarity [Nathan Bateman x Fem!Reader]

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: you have your ultrasound and wish that you had taken your baby daddy with you to the appointment

A/N: This is stupid. Don't look at me.

You step into the town car that’s waiting for you outside the doctor’s office in Oslo. You’re in a daze after your appointment. You barely register the valet shutting the door behind you, the instinctual buckling of your seatbelt, and the vibrating hum of solitude only hits you as you merge onto the freeway outside of the city’s epicenter.

You pick up the tablet on the seat beside you and FaceTime Nathan. Stupid fucking bastard-ass, potent-ass, billionare-ass—

The loading screen swiftly transforms into your “vacation home”, the walls are familiar, though you’re not sure which room it is he’s addressing you from. Somewhere in the recesses if your logical mind you know that there’s zero reason for you to be angry at Nathan, but blame it on your hormones, or shock, or whatever, you’re alone and you’re scared and this is somehow ALL his fault. Nathan’s brow is crunched and it appears as though his tablet is placed on the floor, him answering from above. Too busy to dain to speak with you face to face, huh? Fucking god-complex-ass mother fucker!

“Hey, babe, what’s up?”

What’s up?? Whats UP?? WHATS UP?? He says it so nonchalantly, dipping out of view for god knows what reason. Leaving you to bellow to the view of the vaulted ceilings of your shared secured Norway cabin.

“What’s up?? What’s up???? I NEEDED YOU THERE, BATEMAN, THAT’S WHATS UP.” Hot tears start to slide down your cheeks, the waterworks soften your angry business-like tone into something way too vulnerable for you to unpack right now.

Nathan takes the tablet in hand and gives a proper full face greeting, complete with furrowed brow. He’s scanning your background, you’re sure, to see if anything behind you is amiss. Anything detectable.

“Honey, please spare me the dramatics and just tell me what the issue is, I—“

“the ISSUE!! THE ISSUE is that WEEE, you and me, youuuu and iiiiii…. Are having aaahhh fucking TWINS, NATHAN. TWINS.”

Nathan observes you over the top of his glasses. “Is this a part of the—“

“NO!!! NOOOO, ITS NOT!! its not a part of our BIT. I aahhhhh! I wish it WAS!” You laugh and drag a hand down your face, slumping further into the black leather seats of the town car.

“Just checking—“

“Yeah! YEAH. I knoW!! I know you’re just ‘checking’. BELIEVE ME! I drilled the doctor and her whole damn office for five minutes straight with the stuff, the goop on my belly.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Thanks to us and our little stupid ‘what if it’s twiiiins? oooooohhhoooo’ Ooogah boogah shit we’ve been pulling on each other, I was UNDERSTANDABLY DUBIOUS when the doctor told me that I was pregnant with twins. Plus since you booked the appointment, I was suspicious.”

“Shepherd’s the best obstetrician on the continent. Why else would I move us to this sleepy fucking village? But, babe, You were what? Searching her office for hidden cameras?”

The laughter in his voice makes you furious and your voice hits an octive previously unknown to you,

“I grabbed her by the coat and demanded to know how much you were paying her!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE PUNKING ME”

“Babe, Punking you? that show hasn’t relevant in, what, a deca—“

“FUCK YOURSELF, BATEMAN!!”

“Calm down”

“I can’t be calm!! I need you here!!”

“I offered to go.”

“I know! I know you did! But… I thought! I thought…. I don’t know what I thought… I THOUGHT that I could PROVE myself to you… prove how capable I could be? Could prove what a burden I wouldn’t be… that I could, I don’t KNOW: show you that your life wouldn’t CHANGE too much! That I could raise the baby under your roof with you hardly even noticing…. Or something stupid, I don’t even know anymore, Nate.”

“Hmmm, yeah. Not your best idea.”

“I cannot DO this ALONE!”

“Hey, dumbass.”

“DON’T! I’m hormonal.”

“…. sweetheart?”

You sniff, “that’s better”

“Honey, you’re not alone. Look.” Nathan pulls back the screen and you realize you’ve been looking at the vaulted ceiling of one of the guest bedrooms. On the floor is all the makings of a crib. One that you hearted from the pottery barn website a couple of weeks ago. Is he for REAL?

“I’m… halfway done.” He laughs, “Well more like one quarter of the way done now… Tell Terry to stop by pottery barn on your way back so I can get this shit knocked out today.”

“What? I thought you had a board meeting?”

“cancelled it.”

“Why?”

“Well, I was planning on going to an ultrasound appointment today.”

“You…. You wanted to go?”

Nathan audibly drops his screwdriver and runs a hand from his brow to his beard. “Honey, you gotta stop listening to the voice in your head and start listening to the one in my mouth.”

“Okay. Okay… you’re right. The stress can’t be good for the baby…. babIES.. shiiit.. okay okay…. I’m calm.”

“Good. And pick up some fish from the market, too. You know the spot. Don’t let Lee try to pawn that Dover Sole crap off on you either. Yellow fin, baby, say it with me, yellow. fin.”

“I can’t have fish.”

“Its not for you.”

“SOLIDARTITY. Remember?”

“I’m already 8 weeks into dry-Fuckuary… you’re going to make me give up sushi, too? I thought you said my life wasn’t going to change.” That last bit might have cracked you if it wasn’t for his wry smile and the peek of teeth gleaming against his black beard.

“No fish.”

“Fine. No fish. Just get the crib.”

“Okay, Nate.”

“Honey?”

“Yeah.”

“I know my life is going to change. I can handle some change, alright?”

“Alright.”

“That’s my girl.”

“By the way there’s a fifty percent chance that its your fault.”

“What?!”

“The twins.”

“My FAULT? Honey. Honey fuking bunny. Lets not start this ‘fault’ shit again.”

“She said. She said if they’re fraternal it’s my fault, and if they’re identical it’s your fault.”

“Doctor Shepherd said that? Really? She said “fault”?”

“No. She said ‘responsible’.”

Nathan scratches his beard.

“Okay then. If they look the same, I’ll raise them and if they look different, then you’ll raise them.”

Your easy smile is returning to your face. He might be an asshole, but he never fails to put a smile on your face. “And if we can’t tell?”

“Then plan C. Parent trap them.”

“I’ll move to London with one and you move to Napa with the other and we’ll meet up again when the twins find each other at summer camp and devise a ruse to get us back together?”

“Not for nothing, but I’d make one helluva vineyard farmer… with a smoking hot gold-digger assistant.”

“I can see it. With the hat, too. On horseback.”

“I’ll have Maggie look into some winery real estate. Tell the driver to get off at the next exit for pottery barn.”

“Are you tracking me??”

“I track the packages for my charging cables, of course I’m fucking tracking you, honey.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Don’t forget the fish.”

“Nathan!”

“Joking. Solidarity.”

“Solidarity.”

#Nathan Bateman x reader #Nathan Bateman x you #Oscar Isaac #ex machina fanfic

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divorcingjimmatthews · 1 year

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and there was only one bed + comforting them - reader x jade/kenny

assuming that you both like each other but neither has made a move yet

kenny

if youre a girl he would offer to sleep on the floor until you convince him that you're 100% fully okay with sharing kenny please calm down no one is sleeping on the floor okay

either way it ends with you two sleeping with your backs facing each other with some space in between. like normal adults that can just share a bed. no big deal. this is okay. this is okay (he keeps repeating this to himself)

he assumes that you must be already sleep because you're so quiet but he can't sleep because you've never been this close for so long and his bed feels and smells so nice with you in it and he never wants it to feel any other way again

he's just been through so much in such a short time

wait

is he... crying?

oh kenny

he prays prays prays that the tiny sob he just let out was quiet enough for you not to notice it

"kenny?"

dammit

he feels the weight shift in the bed as you sit up a little. then, he feels a warm hand on his upper arm, lightly rubbing it

"kenny, are you okay?"

he can't say anything because its that kind of moment where talking will make you cry worse

"hey, it's okay" you tell him, gently patting on his arm to get him to turn around to face you "free hugs. come on, come here"

the way he latches onto you. he hasn't had a good cry like this since he got to this damn place

still he tries to keep it low to not wake up his mom, he doesnt want to worry her

but yeah :')) god bless sweet kenny

you're rubbing his back and stroking his hair and after a while he pulls back and starts apologising

you try to tell him that its okay and that he should just try to sleep. that you're happy that you were able to help him. as a friend :)

its okay, you'll eventually get there. not today but someday

eventually you convince him that it really is ok and he plops back into your arms. he's too tired to keep feeling guilty about it

he's so cute when he sleeps T_T protect the sweet boy !!!

jade's under the cut because it's the tiniest bit nsfw

jade is downright offended that he has to share a bed. he didn't want to share a house much less a room much less a SINGLE BED

"you can keep your 3mm of spare bed and blanket thank you very much. ill sleep on the couch. ill sleep on the BATHTUB. i'll sleep on the f—"

you have to be not so subtle about telling him that you were actually looking forward to having him join you in bed. wink wink. wink wink. wink wink motherfuck—

"sure yeah we can share. i don't mind that"

this idiot

"just to be clear, what exactly am i... allowed to do?" while warily eyeing you. offer sounds too good go be true. sus.

"i don't know. what do you want to do?"

cowboy duel

"honestly, i just want to get one fucking night's worth of good sleep"

you chuckle. "alright. we can do that."

you get in bed and just cuddle him like it's nothing. there's maybe a few soft kisses.

you're so soft and warm, he's already melting

"is it too late to change my answer? i don't think i want to sleep anymore"

you chuckle again. "you really, really need to. come on"

"hmm. fine."

he closes his eyes and settles in your arms. it feels so nice. he falls asleep so fast

he is, also, so cute when he's sleeping. it's so rare to see him look peaceful

you kiss his forehead and fall asleep soon after. you both have really sweet dreams because the showrunners and their so-called new horrors have no power here shhhh my imagines are outside of their jurisdiction

#epix from #jade herrera x reader #kenny liu x reader

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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Oh it's OK I will send it right away here so u don't have to search lol.

Good morning/evening hun! Now I know fnf hypno's lullaby requests are going heavily on you and I'm sorry but bare with me a little- creepypasta! Reader play with triple please! I would love if they were female but i don't mind gn lol. The reader look normal and friendly, you can make them get creepy when they start playing, if you want! You can make them play by any sides of the three or all of them go 3vs1 but make the reader win pls lmao, it's your choice, take your time and if you don't want to do it for whatever reasons feel free <3

your writing is beautiful and always make someone's day.

Take care of yourself and thank you for your time and sharing your talents with us

Awh thank you!! Reader will be gender neutral for this one

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“Pasta Night”, as the local Creepypasta bar liked to call it, was always something you looked forward to!

Not only did you get to play games with your fellow freaks of nature (even though many were very much unnatual), but you could be yourself.

Blending in with humanity was often a challenge, and at first glance most people wouldn’t even suspect that you were hiding in plain sight. You looked like a plain old human being.

It sure fooled many folks who thought you walked into the wrong place at the wrong time.

Tonight was a perfect example, as when you arrived at the cards table, you saw three unfamiliar faces already having a go at UNO, of all things:

A scary hulking figure who resembled Mario with a large cigar in his mouth and a glowing blue block labeled “POW” beside him, a demonic hedgehog wearing a visor and sporting faded fur trying to peek at his friend's cards, and finally a Hypno who looks like it swapped bodies with a Machoke...holding a deck of Pokémon cards with psychic energy.

‘Just when I think I’ve seen them all..’ You smiled and headed over to the table with your drink.

“Seriously, I lose again?!! You two are insufferable..at least I play by the rules!!” The hedgehog hissed, annoyed as he shoved a pile of gold rings towards MK. "I'm not gonna have any rings left for spare after tonight..."

Then he noticed you sitting across from them, and his whole attitude changed, a wide yet closed smile growing on his face. “Why hello-”

“Beat it, human. We’ve already reserved this table.” The Mario lookalike snarled, briefly taking his cigar out to spit into a nearby metal bin. “Tell ‘em to scram, X.”

“That’s Lord X to you, MK...and you don’t have to be rude.”

“And you don’t have to lie either! I know damn well you’re peeking at our cards when you think we ain’t lookin’. “Play by the rules”, my ass...you deserve to lose every ring ya bet.”

“Just shut it! At least I’m not punching that stupid cube every five seconds and screwing up everyone's concentration!!”

“Don’t mind them,” Hypno spoke up as he set down his cards gently. It surprised you for a moment, considering most Pokémon couldn’t talk--or at least most normal ones couldn’t. “They act like children at times.” He shook his head with a sigh.

“Haven’t we all at some point?” You chuckled. “Forgive me for eavesdropping gentlemen, but..if Lord X needs any help winning back his earnings, then maybe I can assist. I'm pretty good at bets."

After hearing your offer, the hedgehog stopped arguing with MK and looked to you, surprised. “Ah, so you wanna go a round? That’s fine by me. Some help would be nice. But the question is...what’ll you wager should you lose? Cash? Valuables? Or maybe even--”

You blinked once and saw him dash out of his seat, sitting right next to you with a sinister grin. “Your SOUL?” As he spoke, skeleton hands emerged from the depths of his throat, a demonic laugh creeping its way out as well.

Yet you remained unshaken by his act, simply smiling and getting your own stack of cards. “If I lose, I'll pay for your next round of drinks."

"...that's fair."

Then you glanced at Hypno’s cards, frowning slightly. “By the way Hyp..you got trading cards, not UNO. That’s probably why you’re confused.”

“Huh--? Ohh...that makes sense.” The Talking Pokémon nodded, getting the right cards for himself before he and MK stared you and Lord X down, smirking. “Alright. Now...we play!”

........

“HAHAHA!! I WIN!!!”

“What?!”

“How?!!”

“That ain’t fair!!” MK slammed his fist down on his POW block, causing the whole table to violently shake, but nobody paid any mind to his temper flare. It was normal for them.

Nothing infuriated the Mario entity more than seeing your smug grin--now a rather creepy one that rivaled him and his buddies.

But Lord X and Hypno were impressed to see this was the real you..or at least the competitive side of you who always liked to win.

You definitely caught them all off-guard with your friendly looks. They just assumed you were a naive human trying to butt into their game night.

“Here you are, m’lord.” With a chuckle, you took the stack of rings from the other side of the table, sliding them back towards Lord X. And like a dragon hoarding gold, he gathered them all into his hands, grinning from ear to ear.

They were all his.

Every ring he’s wagered for the past month.

"Thank you, friend." He laughed. "You're an excellent player."

“Not even I could have predicted those moves with Future Sight.” Hypno remarked, scratching his head in disbelief. “What did you say your name was?”

“[Y/n].” You leaned back in the chair as you reshuffled your cards in your hands. “My story hasn’t hit the right crowd yet, so you probably haven't heard of me.”

“..ah, I get it now.” MK remarked. “I was thinkin’ they let a random human walk into the wrong bar. My bad.”

“It’s fine. If you guys don’t mind..I wouldn’t mind joining you for another game.”

“Maybe next time.” Lord X told you, shaking his head as he stood up from the table. “MK and I have some tortured souls to play with.”

“And I have to find Gold and bring him home.” Hypno stood up as well. His cards levitated around him and disappeared into his satchel. “That boy couldn’t have wandered off too far..”

“When you see him, tell him how stupid he looks with that bowtie, will ya?” MK sneered. “I mean..a bowtie on a hoodie??”

Hypno shot him a scowl. "If he didn't come with you, you don’t get to dictate what he can and can’t wear! He wanted to look “fashionable” and that’s the best I could do!!”

"Jeez really? Thought you were dressing him up for one of your game's "beauty contests".

You just smiled in amusement as they were the ones bickering this time around, with Lord X trying to quiet them down so Gold didn’t overhear their arguing.

‘They seem like a good trio..I’ll definitely play with them again.’

#clanask #anonymous #fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader #pokepasta x reader #fnf hypno's lullaby x reader #hypno's lullaby x reader #fnf hypno #fnf lord x #fnf mk #platonic

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theoncelee · 2 years

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I made it all of one day keeping up with Tickletober. Stellar of me I know. So here’s yesterdays fic, I’ll hopefully be posting todays as well before the end of the day. I’m not super happy with this one but hopefully someone likes it haha.

Plus my stupid SAT studying brain kept lecturing me about grammar the whole way through this one. I had to keep reminding myself that I was writing goddamn fanfiction and it didn’t matter 😭😭

Anyways enjoy!! :)

Day Two- Drawn On

Fandom: MHA

Ship: Platonic or Romantic KiriBaku (lee!Bakugou ler!Kirishima)

Warnings: this is a tickle fic. Don’t read it if you don’t like that stuff. Some capital words but no entire sentences in this one.

A Paper Alternative

“Bakubrooooo I need your help,” Kirishima whined, barging into Bakugou’s dorm room with his spare key. Which was a normal thing to have, by the way, friends did that. Bakugou lazily glanced up from his phone, where he had been casually scrolling on his bed. Couldn’t he have one hour of piece without one of those damn extras bothering him? But it was Kirishima, so of course that came out as “sure, what’s up?

“I need to practice for my art project, can I use you?” The redhead asked. “What?” Bakugou replied, utterly confused. “Don’t you have paper, shitty hair?” “Well, yeah, but I don’t wanna ruin my good art paper before I know what I wanna do!” Kirishima explained, slightly embarrassed. “Tch, fine shitty hair. Do whatever,” Bakugou relented, collapsing back onto his pillow. “Awesome, thanks bro!” Kirishima beamed. He carefully placed himself on top of Bakugou’s thighs, rolled up Bakugou’s shirt, and grabbed his pens and markers. He took his first pen and lightly touched down on Bakugou’s toned stomach, focusing on his sketch. Luckily for Bakugou, that meant that Kirishima didn’t notice Bakugou’s eyes practically bulging out of his head at the sensation. The pen tip was smooth and relentless, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. And FUCK it TICKLED. Kirishima was Bakugou’s best friend and the only one he allowed to come close enough to touch him. Bakugou hadn’t been tickled since he was really little; he’d honestly forgotten he even WAS ticklish. But fuck was that smooth pen gliding up and down his torso jogging his memory. Although, if he was more honest with himself than he wanted to be, what Kirishima was doing really didn’t feel all that bad. It was kinda nice. The only problem was keeping quiet so Kirishima wouldn’t notice.

That all changed when Kirishima started coloring. The felt tipped marker he was using tickled WAY more than the pen, and coupled with the consistency of Kirishima’s back and forth coloring motion Bakugou was DEAD. He jerked with a yelp before he began squirming for real. Kirishima looked up and saw Bakugou’s beat red face and strained smile and quickly put two and two together. His expression softened, but he decided to fake obliviousness for a little while longer. “Geez Bakubro, what’s got you all squirmy today?” he asked as he began coloring a very large shape at the bottom of Bakugou’s ribcage. “ngh, just, hurry uhup shihity hairr,” Bakugou strained, “I dohon’t have ahall day you kn-know.” Kirishima just chuckled and continued.

The biggest problem for Bakugou, was that the longer the tickle went on, the more ticklish it got. He was like a giggly bomb, destined to break if Kirishima’s incessant scribbling didn’t FUCKING STOP. When Kirishima scribbled the marker in Bakugou’s navel, Bakugou honest to god SQUEALED. With the damn broken, he collapsed back onto the bed in a fit of the SWEETEST giggles Kirishima had ever heard. “What’s the matter Bakubro? Ticklish?” Kirishima teased. And if he noticed how Bakugou barely fought back as he finished his picture, he never mentioned it.

The drawing ended up coming out stellar, a gorgeous tree with its shimmering branches reaching out all over Bakugou’s torso. And while Bakugou kicked Kirishima out of his dorm and threatened murder, he definitely dreaded having to shower the next morning and wash it off.

#kiribaku #kiribakutickle #tickle fic #my fics #augtickletober2022 #mha tickles #lee!bakugou #ticklish!bakugou #ler!kirishima #drawn on

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dishonestlies-if · 4 months

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I have questions I don't know if they've been asked before. So pardon me if they have if this is a dumb question.

I was reading through the game description and it days our ex spouse is the great nephew of some important person so I'm assuming they were male... right?

but then also we can choose our gender. So if I choose to play a male character. How did our daughter come to be? Unless i got that all wrong. Or is there magic involved with same sex couples having kids?

And on that topic how do the ROs react to an MC that is the same gender. Are any of them conflicted or is it a happy love all vibe in the kingdom especially among nobility?

I. How did I not notice this. What is wrong with me I'm gonna lose my mind-

Thank you for pointing out the thing with Alix! (Dis)honest Lies started out as a small project for myself and a few friends so originally the MC was set as female, and therefore Alix was set as male, seems I forgot to change their description after I decided to make it a public game. I'll fix that right away!!! (On that note, what's the gender neutral form of niece/nephew? Nibling? Nephling?)

As for the ROs:

M really doesn't care. So long as they like you for you, they're not letting anyone get in the way of your relationship, least of all some homophobic old fogies who can barely manage their own failing marriages. In any case, among the lower class nobody really cares all that much - most are too busy trying to feed themselves and their families to gossip about who's courting who; your worth and status is based on what you contribute to the community, not who you choose to spend your life with.

Legacy is an immigrant from another kingdom where such relationships are much more accepted among the upper class and monarchy, so they just embrace it with open arms (assuming, of course, they can first get over all the other things keeping them from seeking happiness for themselves). In fact, they find it funny how enraged the few disapproving members of the Court get over what Legacy deems to be a trivial matter, so once they're romanced they take great delight in courting you in front of the homophobes just so they can watch them fume, unable to actually say anything (because that's the monarch and their lover, what are they gonna do about it?). E is 100% down for it. They are actively pursuing your heart (good luck trying to evade them lol), and they will not let anything stand in their way. After all, MC is the monarch, and they are an Advisor, with the backing of the House of Alinac. Realistically, only the other Advisors could lay a hand on them, and that could spark a rather nasty conflict in the Court, which they know all the Families are actively trying to avoid. Consequences be damned, they'll get what they want - they always do. E is untouchable, and they know it; what, then, is the point in fearing Court gossip? The lower nobility can say nothing to them, at least not without repercussion. O is already hesitant to pursue the monarch, even moreso if they are the same gender. O worries about the monarch's image - they know gossip in the Court is rarely forgiving, and for the monarch to court an Advisor (unheard of in the kingdom's history), well, that would certainly spark rumours of favouritism among the Families. While likely not enough to spark the other Families into direct action on its own, it would definitely make them more difficult to deal with - not ideal for the nation. They can only imagine what the rumours would be like if the monarch's lover were to be the same gender - and the Advisor from the House of Hildebrand, at least, strongly disapproves of such unions. O would prefer to spare MC (and Batrinoa as a whole) all the trouble and simply reject any romantic advances (even if they dream of taking MCs hands in theirs).

C, on the other hand, was raised in a rather homophobic household. It was really just their father Volker who drilled into the minds of his children that same-gender partners are wrong and unnatural and will be nothing more than a hindrance in war (soldiers are generally grouped into divisions by gender, and it is his belief that if a soldier was attracted to the same gender, it would make all members of their division a possible distraction on the battlefield). Though C (and none of their siblings really, except maybe their eldest brother, the family heir) took to these teachings, C is still hesitant about pursuing MC if they're the same gender - the internalized homophobia still hits hard even after all these years, and in any case they're not so sure MC would reciprocate (at least in the beginning). Give them some time to sort things out, the wait will be worth it.

#celandine speaks #ask #ch: e alinac #ch: l #ch: m #ch: o marchand #ch: c hildebrand #long post #(dis)honest lies #ch: legacy

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twstwonderlandstuff · 2 years

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hiii !! i love the switch from cherries to watermelons for the summer theme~ may i request romantic hcs for azul, ruggie, sebek and ace with a reader who seems oblivious to their advances but is actually subtly flirting/super smooth? + bonus if they don't get flustered like at all ! im so sorry if this doesn't make sense haha :') also, if you have anons, can i be ☆ anon? tysm anyways i love seeing your blog on my dash !!

thank you very much! I like eating watermelons, so this is a nice change for me as well~

yes, you can be ☆ anon! I do have a 🐁 anon, wherever they may be, so feel free to do so!

reqs are open!

gender neutral reader

tw: none

ruggie's bit is a lil' different from the others, 'cuz I'm trying smth new

links for crocs courting, hyena courting and octopus courting resources that I used~! hugely inspired by @supremeshrimpy 's posts about diasomnia courting hc's [1] annd [2]!

ace trappola

🍉 he's frustrated. SO frustrated. of ALL people he could've caught feelings, it's you? your stupidly oblivious and dorky self? you??? ace doesn't know if he wants to cry or laugh.

🍉 he flirts through touch. his hands on your hair, on your arms, shoulders pressing against each other, it's all there, and you reciprocate with a simple hum, smiling, but never saying anything more. he's so- URGH.

🍉 HAHA but ya see, what he doesn't notice is how you don't do this to anyone else, just him. all of your touches are only for him, and just him. nobody notices the longing looks you cast upon his way when he's genuinely not looking.

🍉 oh well, let's see how long you two can play this game. it won't take long for one of you to crack.

sebek zigvolt

🍉 he is probably having the worst time of his life right now. like, he doesn't want to make it seem obvious that he likes you, but at the same time... YOU'RE NOT UNDERSTANDING. HIS. FEELINGS. PLEASE RESPOND.

🍉 he has LITERALLY asked you to dance with him- what's more romantic then that?! hello, a ballroom dance? with you holding him, pressed against your body as you flawlessly lead him across the ballroom, never breaking eye contact???? EXCUSE HIM????

🍉 he's going to cry at this rate, he really is, but is interrupted when he hears popping noises coming from you and when he looks up... he sees you, staring straight at him, without an ounce of shame, bubbles appearing within his view.

🍉 its when you close the distance between you two to rub your nose against him does he finally understand how you feel.

ruggie bucchi

🍉 leona's had it with you as much as ruggie. can you just hurry the fuck up with your advances, hah? he's too damned exhausted to see ruggie moping around while running around savanaclaw doing chores (its leona's way of saying he's worried)

🍉 the way ruggie goes back and forth with approaching you, letting you sniff him (leona's GAGGING) and lay his chin on your back (for a bit)… are you stupid, or just oblivious?

🍉 when leona walks up to tell you how his scrub feels, he doesn't expect to see you with a sleeping ruggie in your arms, letting his scent rub all over you. even when you spot leona, you only give the savanaclaw leader a small nod of acknowledgement, before continuing your doings.

🍉 huh, goes you won't be needing his push, won't ya?

azul ashengrotto

🍉 floyd as up his ass about how stupid he's being, and even jade's snickering but he honestly does NOT care right now. can you please just... spare him and go out with him already...?

🍉 he's already let you see his merform, where he's shyly flashed distinctive patterns across his tentacles (purple and black stripes), then place a few tentative tentacle suckles against your skin- which you HAPPILY took into stride?!

🍉 it's not after he notices how you keep on wearing that shawl with purple and black stripes every time you're near him, and how you don't bother hiding his sucker marks does it finally click that oh. y- you like him too. o, oh. oh.

#sugar rush #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #gender neutral reader #gn! reader #gn reader

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sam-glade · 7 months

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Find the Words Tag

Tagged by @outpost51 here and @card-queen here. Thank you💜

I'll gently tag: @tabswrites @zestymimblo @worldsfromhoney @squarebracket-trick @chauceryfairytales - your words are: honey, fruit, tea, bread.

I don't have enough of The Prince's Shadow written to find half of the words, so back to Gifts of Fate it is for the time being:

From @outpost51: pitch, aid, brother, relief, ceiling

PITCH (Erya and Varré talking)

“I still need to know what exactly you were thinking, pitching Gullin against whatever that kid is.” “I had a hunch.” “A hunch!?” “Yes, a hunch, Erya, that’s how I operate. And it was a damn good hunch at that; that single bout gave us a whole load of information on the demon. Of course I’m assuming it isn’t the only one in existence. We need to know more to prepare.”

AID

They spent the day going through the manor, cleaning the servants’ quarters, and taking stock of their supplies — the officers had brought full packs of long-lasting provisions, as well as spare woollen blankets and small equipment; tinderboxes, first aid kits, and such. They still needed cooking utensils, warm clothes, and more blankets to survive the winter, which they decided to buy the next day in the nearest town that didn’t have an Army outpost.

BROTHER (Marta talking)

“What have you been doing with my brother over the last four months!? You take him away, you force him to live in this hole.” She raised her voice. Lissan stirred, but she didn’t let anyone get a word in edgewise. Gullin watched her warily. She didn’t pose a direct risk to the Swords, but Lissan— “And that… that thing was put in his head by you, by the Army. No, I don’t care that whoever did it went rogue, that they weren’t officially told to do it. It’s wrong! It’s your mess to tidy up, so get on with it!”

RELIEF

“I’d rather you weren’t involved,” he said quietly. Ianim gaped. “I promised your sister that I’d keep you as safe as I can.” Ianim squeezed his eyes shut, so that the betrayal he felt wouldn’t show in them. He controlled his breathing and prepared an argument — a logical argument that he’d also present to his prince, if he weren’t such a coward — that his abilities were only going to waste when— “But, I can’t stop you from coming with us,” Lissan said, before Ianim opened his mouth. “So just… remember that, please?” Ianim smiled as relief welled in him.

CEILING

He’d thought about it constantly for the six hours he’d been locked up — he’d estimated the passage of time by the sky’s colour changing; a little rectangle of it was visible through a barred window right below the arched ceiling. He’d gone over every word he’d said and heard that day — from the Usurper, and from the Generals. The Nameless’s incessant commentary had made him lose the thread of thoughts many times, but the demon had pointed out one thing: the Usurper didn’t use his Sword on Lissan even once, and Lissan had good reasons to believe it.

~*~

From @card-queen: shuffle, entrance and satisfying

SHUFFLE

“I always knew you can be reasonable,” the Usurper said with approval. “Do take a seat.” Lissan kept looking at the Sword. The Stork flexed its fingers, and more ice crept up the spikes, encasing the Weapon further, although not bending it. Yet. Lissan shuffled to the nearest settee that offered him a clear view of both the Sword and the Usurper. He perched on the edge of the seat, and grimaced when he sank into the plush cushion. “Make yourself comfortable, please. Would you like some refreshments?”

ENTRANCE

The cottage atop the hill was tiny, huddled under a blanket of thatch, peeking from behind an almost bare dogwood tree to the side of the entrance — Dad had planted it there forty-five ago, when he bought this little rocky plot of land. Partially hidden behind the house, stood the woodshed, the chicken coop, and Dad’s wood workshop. Marta was waiting for them in the doorway.

SATISFYING (CW: creepy intrusive thoughts)

Ianim demonstrated the movements with infinite patience, and corrected Lissan’s position and the way he held the dull practice sword, arranging Lissan’s limbs with gentle nudges and inevitably making his cheeks flush. You’d want his hands on other parts of you, wouldn’t you, the demon hissed, and Lissan winced away from Ianim. Ianim looked at him in a silent question, but didn’t press. From then on, he avoided physical contact without a word or even an odd look, and Lissan had to accept that it was for the best. It let him focus on the training. It wasn’t an enthralling activity, to repeat the same movement over and over, dozens upon dozens of times, but there was something satisfying about getting it to feel right.

#gifts of fate #find the word tag #tag game #writeblr #writeblr tag game

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cutebutalsostabby · 2 years

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i wouldnt mind hearing more abt that Zelda Timeline Is A Circle theory ...👀👀

I WROTE A WHOLE RANT AND THEN FAILED TO SAVE. JHKJJDGFHJKDFSHKJFK nonetheless: I am so excited about this whole thing that I will literally WRITE THAT WHOLE THING AGAIN DAMN IT. Thank you for the enablement, anonymous stranger!

Anyway. A concession first off that this theory has some massive plot holes, so it's less a case of "here's my carefully considered perspective on the Zelda timeline" and more "here's a corkboard covered in red string". So don't @ me. Unless you also want to share Zelda conspiracy theories, in which case absolutely do @ me. At any time. Please.

With that said: let's start with looking at where BotW sits on the timeline.

The Downfall Timeline

The converged timeline is a fun theory, but I personally think the Downfall Timeline makes most sense for BotW. In particular:

Calamity Ganon is basically immortal, whereas TP and WW Ganon are canonically vulnerable to stabs to the chest and head respectively. Technically Ganondorf II also exists in the Child Timeline, but the BotW script suggests that Calamity Ganon is the Ganondorf of OoT (Urbosa's comments in particular), so we’ll ignore that other guy. As usual.

"Calamity" (yakusai / 厄災) seems like a pretty clear relative of the Great Cataclysm (ooinaru wazawai / オオイナルワザワイ or 大いなる災い). That phrase comes from a prophecy in ALttP where any time one with an evil heart gains the power of the Triforce, a hero will rise to fight them.

Koroks and Rito exist in BotW, which may seem to tie it to the adult timeline – except that the same circumstances that led to Kokiri becoming Koroks and Zora becoming Rito (changes in habitat) exist in the Downfall Timeline as well. In fact, the Downfall Timeline makes more sense for the Zora: Ganon’s influence results in the destruction of Zora Domain, but some of the Zora flee to Labrynna as seen in OoA. The ones that stay in Hyrule become Rito and the ones that remain in Labrynna stay Zora - thus both can coexist in BotW's Hyrule.

Now the thing about Ganon in the Downfall Timeline is that a) he never dies for good and b) he only gets stronger over time. Meanwhile, the Master Sword slowly loses its edge, Hylia’s bloodline becomes thinner and the seven sages that originally sealed Ganon away fade out of prominence. By the time you get to BotW, it’s basically impossible for Link to win on his own. If you follow the "ideal" game path, he faces Ganon with both the Master Sword and the Divine Beasts and manages to buy enough time for Zelda to wield the power of the Triforce and seal Ganon away. After dying and spending 100 years regenerating inside a fancy spa bath. Considering the cost of getting that far and the fact that Zelda almost didn't unlock her powers at all, it's not much of a win.

Deus ex Timeline

Worth noting: there's no canonical answer as to why the Downfall Timeline exists. We know that the Adult/Child split happens when Zelda sends Link back in time, so theoretically the same or similar applies to the Downfall Timeline - except that there's no in-game evidence of such a thing ever occurring.

In the Downfall version of the OoT Ganon fight, Ganon defeats Link and steals his Triforce of Courage, then takes Zelda's Triforce of Wisdom. After that, as a last resort, the seven sages (including Zelda) manage to seal Ganon and the complete Triforce away in the Sacred Realm.

It's possible that OoT Zelda turned back time immediately after that, but I think it's unlikely. If Link survived at all, he was probably in no condition to go back, and Zelda herself had just lost the largest piece of her power and likely spent whatever magic she could spare just to seal away Ganon. Even if OoT Zelda thought it was a good idea to try again, even if she didn’t feel any guilt towards Link – and she already expressed a lot of guilt even in the "good" timeline – I don't think she could necessarily have done it. So if the timeline wasn't fractured then, when and how did it happen?

Theoretically, it could've happened at any point, so long as someone made the decision to go back AND had the power to achieve it. But I think it only really makes sense as an act of desperation.

Speaking of which, let's go back to what I was saying earlier about the Downfall Timeline.

It doesn't happen immediately, but at some point, there's a realisation – whether one made by BotW Link and Zelda, by their predecessors or even the gods watching on: the Downfall Timeline is basically doomed. Ganon keeps getting stronger over time, perhaps due to repeat "Great Cataclysms" where he gains the Triforce, perhaps due to what BotW suggests about him being "transformed by malice". He learns from each encounter, so it isn't wise to use the same weapons twice, and the "traditional" tools of Zelda and the Master Sword's divine power keep weakening. At some point, it just isn't going to be possible to win against him anymore, and at that point: the only way to stop Ganon is to beat him back when he was still beatable.

Let's also say, to give it some urgency, that Ganon makes a sudden reappearance not long after the events of BotW. Not after another 10,000 years: shortly after BotW. With the former kingdom in the condition it is, with the Divine Beasts silent and with Zelda's own power exhausted, there's no way they can fight Ganon all over again. So instead, they find some method of travelling back in time.

But When?

I mean, we could stop here and say "they go back and kick OoT Ganon's butt", but I don't think they do. For one: OoT Link already kicks Ganon's butt. We have a whole narrative around that. But more importantly, it's heavily implied that the cycle of Ganon's rebirth is tied to Demise's long-distant curse - which the Goddess Hylia would likely know, even if history has forgotten it. So if Hylia is involved at all in the decision, either through speaking with Zelda through dreams, Link through her private chat or through a plan made eons ago, she wouldn't send them to OoT. She'd send them right back to the start.

Now, the interesting thing about Demise: he isn't a god – evidenced by the fact that he's able to use the Triforce and Hylia isn't for that reason – but he does fight on par with one. Their battle is CLOSE. He was able to wound her badly and get her to the point where giving up her divinity purely to stop him is seen as a valid option. Like: what? That is a big cost and a big risk, Hylia! Why would you do that? She would've had to have a pretty good reason to take such drastic action – maybe because she was able to see to the conclusion of the Downfall Timeline.

Now here's where the details get extra shaky: the only evidence to suggest that time travel way back to the start of the timeline occurred is a) Hylia's desperation to stop Demise, and b) the super advanced tech of the distant past of the Lanayru region, which resembles distant futuristic Sheikah tech and seems entirely out of place compared to the more primitive tech seen elsewhere. But while we're throwing out theories with limited evidence, here are a few other elements of interest:

The Twili

The Twili of Twilight Princess, aka Dark Tribe of Four Sword Adventures. They once attempted to steal the Triforce and were sealed away in the Twilight/Dark Mirror. What if Demise was part of this group, and what if there was a timeline split depending on whether or not he actually obtained the Triforce? If he doesn't, let's say he's still strong enough to manifest a curse, but that the curse itself is weaker in the timeline leading to the Child/Adult split.

The Minish and the Wind Tribe

Minish Cap lore doesn't seem to show up in other games much, but technically the ones that created the armos of MC – and theoretically also armos of long-distant Lanayru – were the Minish on behalf of the Wind Tribe. The Zonai are associated with the Faron Region which is associated with the wind element (e.g. Fado of the Kokiri as Sage of Wind) so the Zonai could be or could be connected with the distant Wind Tribe. In which case, they were one of the groups around in the distant past and may have fought alongside Hylia in the war against Demise.

The Desertification of Lanayru

Something happened to the Lanayru region to rapidly change its environs from lush greenery into a desert. This could have been natural, or could be evidence of either intentional damage or some side effects of the mining of timeshift stones. It isn't clear, but it's fun to think about.

Desert Colossus

In OoT and TP, there exist images of a goddess of the sand – likely a different goddess to Hylia, Din, Farore or Nayru. We still know basically nothing about this goddess and her domain.

The Gerudo and Zuna

FSA is a bit famous for breaking the timeline, but one of the fun pieces of lore it introduces is the weapon with "the power to ruin the world" – found in the desert in the Pyramid of Power. Since Hyrule Castle of Ganon's Dark World in ALttP resembles that same Pyramid of Power, and since Ganon originates from that same region, maybe the trident is one of the factors that tips the scale against OoT Link in the Downfall Timeline.

The Crack in the Earth

The demon tribe Demise belongs to is said to have issued out of a crack in the earth as per SS lore. This could tie them to Din as Goddess of the earth. We still don't know much about why that crack appeared in the first place or why that tribe picked a fight over the Triforce, but that could be relevant to the idea of why "the means to oppose Ganon" as per BotW's prophecy, might be found underground.

The Master Sword

The Master Sword looks to be broken in Tears of the Kingdom, which is unfortunate considering how it's supposed to be sealing Demise. If it's carried back in time with Link, that gives new meaning to Demise's words about a cycle and throws a new spanner in the works in terms of trying to support Hylia in her fight.

Groose

He's not relevant; I just think he's neat.

Wow Those Sure Are Some Plotholes

I never said it was a fully formed theory, more that it was fun to think about. But what do YOU think? 👀

I came up with the above ramble on my own, but I'm not the only one to suggest a loop in the timeline, so I'll be interested in hearing other theories. To be clear as well: I don't necessarily see this as breaking the cycle. It's unclear whether the attempt at fixing the timeline succeeds and changes the outcome in OoT's Ganon fight, and even if it does: what happens in the abandoned Downfall Timeline? Or post FSA on the child timeline or to the sunken Kingdom in the adult timeline? There's still plenty of room for the franchise to grow!

Anyway. Thanks for reading and happy theorising! Imma go get some sleep now. Later!

#botw2 #loz tears of the kingdom #tears of the kingdom #loz totk #totk #zelda timeline #zelda theory #legend of zelda

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