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yfsdtydcstshegwsvjhgv hear me out hear me out,,,, yandere!scara controlling reader like he did Haypasia but instead of just making her follow him, he turns the reader into his personal cumdump- reader tries oh so hard to fight back, watching as if its a movie as her body is used as a fucktoy for the ex-harbringer- but the thing is, after a while of this, the reader begins to believe everything he says, that her only purpose in life is to bring him pleasure and becomes scara's perfect obedient little pet <3

-super duper cool anon

This is such a juicy idea anon!

Edit: I think I strayed a bit from what the ask said, sooo uhh, really sorry about that anon 😬😔

✧･ﾟ:* Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ¡Warnings!: Not proofread, Yandere themes (but not that intense), Non con, Degradation, Lots of repetition of words, collaring, rough sex, Mean! Scaramouche, Kidnapping, I think that's it!

✧･ﾟ:* Minor writing smut! DNI if uncomfy!

✧･ﾟ:* Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

As another one of the scholars who dedicated their lives to trying to connect their consciousness to Irminsul, that is what you spent all of your time doing. Yes, you knew of the tales of what happened to most of those who did manage to accomplish such a task but your desire for the kind of knowledge you could potentially gain blocked out any protests against your actions.

One time you actually saw something while meditating, visions of some sort and although they were blurry and barely distinguishable, it excited you. Since then, you've been training hard, hoping to experience that again.

You heard from somewhere that the Palace of Alcazarzaray was a good place to practice your meditation, so that's where you could be found as the days followed. As you meditated more and more, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your goal, it was only a matter of time, you told yourself. However, you also realized that during the rare times when you weren't meditating, you felt dazed and unfocused and often times you swore you saw something, or glimpses of someone. Though this worried you to a very small extent, instead, you thought you just needed to work a little harder. Eventually it got to a point where you spent all your time meditating, evoking worry from your relatives. In fact, the only thing that stopped you from meditating full time was them coming to 'snap you out of it' as they said. This annoyed you very much and although you knew they meant well, you were too close now and you had already accepted the risks this journey was accompanied with.

So, taking a small choice of possessions, you went to a remote, isolated part of the forest where you would meditate for days on end, not sleeping, eating or drinking. Strangely enough, your body seemed fine with it too, you weren't fatigued at all, it was just the haziness and hallucinations.

Now you were sitting on the floor of the cave, face relaxed but at the same time fixed with an expression of concentration. You focused....and focused.....and focused.....

Yes....

You could feel it, just a little more....

Your eyes suddenly shot open.

Scanning your surroundings you immediately realized something was off. The earth seemed to be layered with a gray tint and there was someone standing right in front of you with their back turned.

"Have...I...finally done it once more? Is....my consciousness.... connected to Irminsul?" You hesitantly ask, "Hmph. Not even a 'hello' at least? I expected better from my first follower."

What? What is he talking about? But wait.... He seems familiar..."Who...are you?" It's difficult to talk, your mind feels heavy and your vision is blurring momentarily. "Me? They call me Scaramouche or 'the Balladeer.' I am a member of the eleven fatui Harbingers but soon I will be known as the god of Sumeru. For now, however, you will address me as 'master,' understood?" He turned around and you were met with two purple eyes glaring down at you. The Harbingers? You've heard of that before, back when you were in the Akademiya, they're from Snezhnaya, right?

Scaramouche's voice brings you out of your thoughts,"I said, 'is that understood?' " "U-uh, yes....master..." His frown turns into an expression of smugness. "Good, I suppose you're pretty baffled by the situation you've found yourself in, but I'll have some mercy and explain it to you."

Your eyes widen when he reveals that he had been watching you ever since you had that experience with the indescribable visions. Those were...his memories? And apparently he's going to become a god? And he has chosen you as his first follower? "Why, you may ask? Well, no one has ever managed to connect directly to my consciousness before, so I took this as a sign. A sign that you are the chosen one." Huh, so you didn't connect to Irminsul after all and instead you're peering into the consciousness of one of the Harbingers? This information is hard for your now unstable mind to process. It hurts...You bring a hand to your aching forehead and try to soothe the pain. "...Can't...focus.."

Suddenly, a hand grips your jaw and tilts your head up so that you make eye contact with him,"You look so dumb right now, but it's alright, you won't need to think much from now on." You gasp as he kisses you roughly, pushing his tongue into your open mouth. His hands grab both of your wrists in a painful grip as he shoves you into the ground, lips still connected. You try struggle under his grip, only to find you can barely move. You try breaking the kiss but not only does he push harder, you can't even move your head and when he pulls away, you cringe at the strings of saliva between you two.

"Why...?" Is all you can manage as you gasp for breath,"Don't ask questions, all you need to know is that you are going to be my little stress toy from now until the day you die." His tone is snappy and you shut up at once, mind hazy. Scaramouche looks as your flushed face and chuckles darkly,"Your mind is weak, you can't even think straight, can you? And without the ability to properly process things you leave your body in a very vulnerable state, don't you know that? Hehe, I'm going to have so much fun with you..." He was right, your mind was under so much strain during your intense meditation sessions, now you don't have the brain to fight back.

His hands let go of your wrists and began to trail down your body, stopping to cup your breasts. You couldn't help but moan as he massaged the soft flesh through your clothes. Then, without warning he tore your top apart, exposing the white bra confining your chest. He made quick work of that two and as soon as the piece of fabric fell to the ground, his fingers went up to flick your now-hard nipples. Suddenly he gave them both a particularly harsh tug, grinning when you yelped in pain. With one hand playing with your left breast, he used his free hand to hike up your obnoxiously long skirt.

"You don't even wear a pair of shorts under this? Such a whore." He smirked at the help you let as as he smacked your pussy. You bit your lip as whimpers threatened to leave your throat as he used his slender fingers to circle your clothed clit. "Please....stop..." "Stop? When you are this wet? Just admit it, you're getting off on your god fucking you." "No...I—" You gag as Scaramouche stuffs three fingers deep down your throat "Stop talking and suck if you know what good for you."

When he finally decided you're wet enough, he slipped your panties off and pocketed them despite your protests. He then flips you unto your stomach before taking his cock out of the confines of his pants,"Now we move on to my favourite part."

A ragged scream is ripped from your throat as he immediately bottomed out inside of you. The situation doesn't get any better when he starts moving right after, barely giving you time to adjust to his size. His pace is fast and his thrusts are brutal, your body rocks back and forward with each slam of his hips. Your own hips feel bruised from the grip he has on them. The burn of his cock abusing your insides has tears streaming down your face and choked out sobs and moans leaving your mouth. A sadistic smile is plastered across his face, clearly enjoying your discomfort and pain,"You look so pretty with tears flowing down your face—hah—you feel so good, these virgin walls are squeezing me so tightly. Yes, cum of my cock, on your lord's cock and show me that only I can pleasure you like this."

Until that moment you didn't even realize you were getting closer to orgasming but you did as he said and the knot in your stomach snapped as you released all over him with a cry. That didn't stop Scaramouche from continuing to fuck you though, his pace barely faltered and his thrusts were just as hard as before,"Please—ngh—stop...no—more..." "Shut up. Your master hasn't had his pleasure yet and you will take everything he gives you until he's satisfied."

He then proceeded to bury his teeth into your neck, biting down so hard the skin broke, causing blood to leak from the wound. You shiver as his tongue darts out to lick a long stripe up your neck, gathering the warm liquid on it in the process. The way his cock is pistoning in and out of you has you weakly clawing at the dirt beneath. You continue to helplessly moan as his breathing gets more ragged and heavy, he must be close. Said assumption proves to be right when you suddenly feel a burst of hot liquid shoot straight into your pussy. Scaramouche finally stops and pulls out of your sore cunt, watching as the white substance leaks out of your abused hole, past your trembling thighs and onto the ground. A pleased look adorns his face,"Hehe, seems like I forgot to mention that I was about to cum, but that's alright, you couldn't anything about it anyway even if you knew."

You sat on the bed situated in the corner of the room, staring at the wall. Your eyes eventually landed on the chains binding your hands to the bed posts, restricting your movements. They were so short, you couldn't even walk a few inches away from the bed.

It had been months since Scaramouche kidnapped you from the cave you originally resided in after fucking your brains out. Since then he has kept you here, occasionally coming to 'check up' on his little pet which mostly consisted of him manhandling you till you were about to pass out. Everytime he came to you, you could see how he was gradually falling into madness. His words became more cruel, more unghinged, more obsessive.

It made you afraid of him and you were worried that someday he might snap and do something unthinkable.

Your gaze shifted to the mirror on the dresser right across from you. A collar was tightly looped around your neck with the name 'Scaramouche' in bold letters. Your hand came up and you tugged it slightly. It didn't budge. Tears filled your eyes at the humiliating memories it brought back. When he first showed it to you, you absolutely refused to wear it and after a lot of resistance from you he was able to secure it, he also fastened it so tightly it choked you at first. And he never bothered to loosen it. Sometimes, on the days when he was feeling it, he would attach a leash to the collar and use it to suffocate you if you were being to bratty.

Your eyes went lower to observe your attire. You'd been forbidden to wear anything besides a town that barely covered your thighs. That is, unless Scaramouche demanded otherwise. The material was so thin and you weren't even allowed to wear anything under it. For easy access, he said.

You've gotten over your dizzy, hallucinating state a long time ago and since you're usually locked up in the room, it's given you a lot of time to think. What has happened to your family? Have they noticed your disappearance? Are they looking for you? Did Scaramouche kill them? But he has no reason to do such a thing, but then again, you wouldn't put it past him to kill innocent people.

You flinch as the door opens. He's back already?

Your eyes widen in fear and you can't help but back up little by little when he approaches you. Soon you're pressed against the headboard and he gets on the bed and crawls over you. You stare into his dull eyes with your frightened ones. You can't see anything but obsession, lust and insanity in them.

"How's my little servant doing? Have you been enjoying your time here? You better have been. Why do you look so afraid? Hehe, you thought I wouldn't notice? You can't hide anything from your god you know." His cold hand rested on your cheek, slowly going down to trace the letters engraved on the collar you were forced to wear. A maniacal smile stretched across his face as he looked at it, pupils dilating with lust. Suddenly he hooked his fingers under it and gave it a sharp tug, briefly laughing when you gasped and instinctively grabbed his arm, as he pulled you forward.

Now he was so close that you could feel his hot breath against your lips. Without warning he kissed you with so much force your head hit the wooden headboard of the bed. This caused your mouth to slightly part in surprise and Scaramouche's tongue was practically down your throat instantly.

His knee made it's way between your legs, pressing up against your bare pussy and rubbing against it. You felt him smile against your mouth as your thighs squeezed his own in a futile attempt to conceal your now aroused state.

When he finally broke the kiss, you gratefully inhaled the much needed oxygen as your face burned with humiliation. You hated being in such a vulnerable state, you hated being so easy to take advantage of. But there was nothing you could do about the way the Harbinger's hands snuck under your gown to roughly grope your chest. No matter what you did or wanted to do, you could only moan in guilty pleasure.

Soon enough, you found yourself in a familiar but unwelcomed position: face pressed into the pillow with your 'lord's' dick thrusting in and out in an attempt to get off. Your hands held onto the sheets for dear life as you came for the 3rd time. Tears rolled down your face and drool stained the pillow as Scaramouche laughed cruelly at your fucked out appearance,"Need a break? Too bad, you won't get one."

You could only mumble inaudible phrases in between gasps and moans in response,"Ngh—please master—hngh—please cum in me—!" "What's that? You want me to fill this slutty hole of yours with my cum? That's right, fill up you like the cumdump you are?" He smirked as you only panted small, breathy 'yes'' to his degrading words. Moments later he finally reached his high and shot his load into your tight pussy.

Scaramouche didn't bother to pull out and instead pressed his chest against your back and whispered into your ear, possessiveness evident in his tone,"No one else can or ever will make you feel like this, only I can bring you this kind of pleasure. You're mine, mine to fuck how I want, mine to do with whatever I please. Right, my little servant?" You nodded dumbly to his statements, mind too mushy to think straight.

You really were just a cumdump for him.

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ihavemanyhusbands · 2 months

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Slow Days

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Relationships: Hannibal Lecter x Fem!Reader, Abigail Hobbs & Fem!Reader (Platonic), Hannibal and Abigail are also platonic.

Summary: Prelude to "Kiss of The Angel of Death" // In the time leading up to The Mizumono Incident ™️, only semi-aware of your fates, you and Abigail decide to make the best of things.

WC: 2.9k words

Warnings: MINORS DNI, ANGSTTTTT (this one hurts), no happy ending, mentions of death, corrupted reader, lmk if anything is missing!

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Rain pattered softly against the window as you moved around the kitchen, making breakfast. You flipped pancakes and checked on the bacon, humming a little to yourself. The house was quiet and most of the lights were off. Hannibal had been out since earlier that morning, so you’d been alone with the silence for a few hours.

On cloudy mornings, you usually let Abigail sleep in. When it was cold, she’d be burrowed so sweetly beneath her quilt, her features finally smooth from all concerns. You couldn’t bring yourself to rouse her from one of the only moments of true peace she had.

Since Hannibal had orchestrated her fake death and your disappearance, the two of you barely left the house and spent a lot of time hiding upstairs. He trusted only you when it came to her, so you grew close rather fast, tethered to each other like two buoys in a tempestuous sea.

She was like the sister you never had, and it felt oddly comforting to have a semblance of family. Even if you knew how fickle they could be.

While isolation wasn’t always easy, you could tell Abigail was enjoying having that time to lay low. Every day, you strived to make things more bearable for her, and therefore more bearable for yourself. Both of you had things to miss, entire lives that had vanished at once. It was one of the things you’d bonded over.

But it wasn’t all misery between you, happier memories eventually surfacing as well. It was during those bouts of nostalgia that you learned the most about who she really was.

Abigail liked her pancakes fluffy and her bacon crispy. She also liked lavender tea to calm her nerves, and finding random shapes in the clouds. She was quite cunning, often wise beyond her years. She had already seen too much, known too much, and you were well aware of the burden of knowledge.

Her respite was the forest – that silent, labyrinthine fortress. The only place she knew how to completely blend in. She would often scan the trees and listen for deer, standing completely still. She had the patience of a hunter, but excitement could get the best of her.

Recently, she had stopped hiding the scar on her neck at all times. She let herself smile more often, her features opening, blue eyes crystalline with mirth. Even if it was the beginning of winter, she sometimes reminded you of a flower in bloom.

“Good morning,” you heard the sleepy rasp of her voice as she stepped into the kitchen. “Oh, that smells so good.”

You smiled, plating some food as she yawned and stretched her arms over her head, like a cat in a patch of sunlight.

“Sleep well, I take it?” you said, handing her the plate.

“Yeah, I didn’t dream again,” she said, pouring maple syrup all over her pancakes. “Or maybe I did, but I just don’t remember. Kind of sad isn’t it?”

“How so?”

“Well, when I was a kid I used to believe dreams were exciting. Like, an adventure of sorts, where I could do anything, go anywhere,” she shrugged. “But of course it’s never that simple. I didn’t consider how little control I’d have over them.”

“Such is life, right?” you said.

“Yes. We barely have control of anything, really.” She glanced around cautiously. “Just us today?”

“Yep. Just us,” you confirmed, pouring hot water into two mugs. “He might be back for dinner, he said, but he wasn’t sure. There’s been… A lot of movement at Quantico.”

The two of you shared a long, significant look. You lapsed into a momentary silence, one that weighed on you heavily. Both of you were fully aware of Hannibal’s plans, but seldom did you want to give voice to it. There would be no point to it, other than tormenting yourselves.

Life seemed the most ephemeral when you were walking the tightrope. Every gust of wind and tick of the clock bringing the inevitable closer to you. Were you supposed to find happiness in that?

As impossible as it seemed, you were at least determined to try. You sat across from her, nudging the food on your plate with your fork but not eating quite yet.

“I’m not sure the rain’s gonna stop today,” you said, changing the subject. “What do you want to do?”

“Actually.” She smiled mischievously. “I think I’d like to feel the rain. What do you say?”

You were about to argue about the strong possibility of a cold, but it suddenly felt worth the risk. A runny nose should be the least of your worries, anyway.

You nodded, smiling softly. “We’ll sit by the fire after.”

Abigail ate quickly and eagerly, barely talking. Her excitement was infectious, making you feel jittery. As soon as she took her last bite, she sprang out of her chair.

“Last one out the door has to wash the dishes!” She exclaimed, dashing off.

Your chair scraped loudly as you stood, following after her. “Hey, not fair! I cooked today!”

The melody of her laughter trailed out into the downpour. You hesitated at the threshold, one last moment to steel your nerves, and then ran out.

The rain was an icy shock that made you gasp, but elation still filled you. You couldn’t help a hysteric squeal once breath re-entered your lungs, your whole body shivering.

Abigail had her arms spread to the sides, face turned towards the sky and eyes closed. Her dark hair was already slick against her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

You mimicked her stance, eyelids twitching as raindrops pattered against your face. The world disappeared for a moment, yet your body was firmly rooted to the earth.

You wondered what she saw, if anything, in the blue darkness of her eyelids. The water felt like a blessing, cleansing the two of you from all impurities; Every sin, transgression, and rotten notion.

At least, that’s what you hoped would happen.

You turned to her, tapping her arm quickly before hurrying out of her reach, yelling, “You’re it!”

She chased after you, the two of you quickly becoming clumsier as your clothes were weighed down by the water. Soon it was just running for the sake of it, weaving around trees, laughing and screaming like girls at a schoolyard.

After a while, when the cold got too unbearable, you made your way back inside and hurried to the laundry room. Then you, dutiful as ever, took care of drying the wooden floors while Abigail went to ready the fireplace with kindling.

Your teeth were still chattering as you joined her, handing her a towel for her hair. You wore one of Hannibal’s shirts, which reached a little past your knees. Abigail had changed into sweatpants and a hoodie, rubbing her arms as she watched the flame start to take.

“Completely worth it,” you said, adding a small log to the hearth.

When the fire finally grew to a full blaze, you and Abigail extended your legs in front of it. Slowly, color was returning to her face, flushing her cheeks a deep pink. The heat began to spread as you gently toweled your hair.

“I’m glad we did it,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve felt like that in a while.”

“Felt how?”

“Alive.”

You said nothing, watching as she swallowed a sudden lump in her throat. It seemed the rain had been cathartic after all, and the dam inside her was close to breaking.

“I’ve wondered a lot if I even deserve to be.” She stared into the hearth pensively, orange light dancing in her eyes. “I am no saint, you know.”

“I’m not one either,” you said. “And yet here we are, just as worthy as anyone else. Wanting to take back the things you’ve done is pointless. It’s just a way to torture yourself.”

She shook her head slowly, and you could tell she was too far gone to listen. Her chest hitched with her shortening breaths.

“I feel like Lady Macbeth,” she said, looking down at her hands. “I can’t seem to wash the blood off my hands.”

Her shoulders shook and you saw tears drip onto her palms. You drew her into an embrace, her head against your chest as she let out a sob.

“But I don’t really want to die either,” she murmured, her voice tremulous and thick with tears.

You bit down your own sorrow, opting to comfort her instead. You couldn’t even promise her that everything would be okay, for that would be false hope. If there was one thing you could give Abigail, it was the absolute truth, always. It was an unspoken agreement between you.

You let her cry it out, holding her all the while. In the time you’d known her, she had only cried one other time. To carry so much was an arduous task, and you admired the strength she had for someone so young.

In many ways, she reminded you of yourself, though you were much more forgiving when it came to her.

“Do you want more tea?” You whispered as she started to calm down.

She nodded, squeezing your arm in appreciation. You kissed the top of her head, smoothing down her hair and disentangled yourself from her to hand her a tissue box.

“I’ll take care of the dishes, by the way,” she said softly, dabbing at her puffy eyes with a tissue.

You waved her off, the barest of smiles on your lips. “Don’t worry about it. Though maybe you could help me make dinner later?”

She nodded, giving you a watery smile in return. “Thank you.”

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By supper time, Hannibal still wasn’t back, which was a blessing at the moment. He had called briefly to let you know he’d be back closer to midnight, and you’d vowed to stay up to wait.

Abigail’s batteries were drained, so after a shower and a long nap, she helped you make a hearty potato and leek soup. She seemed in slightly better spirits, back to her teasing self.

It made you feel slightly more relieved, and thus it seemed to render you more open. It was while the two of you smoothly moved around each other in the kitchen that you shared more stories from your own cloudy past.

The words spilled from your lips like a river — a sinner’s hasty confession in the face of damnation. You’d never pretended to be otherwise, of course, but there was a lot you hadn’t spoken of in a very, very long time. Your eyes stung, but you did not cry.

She listened attentively, mostly staying quiet. She knew just as well that this was a rarity, and all she could do was offer the same support you’d offered her. You loved her all the more for it.

“Can I ask you something?” She said over the rushing sink water, peering over at you sideways as she scrubbed her dish.

You nodded, and she continued. “Despite everything… You’ve already made your choice, haven’t you? You’ve chosen him.”

Immediately, you knew the question wasn’t about her. She already had her answer about that, despite never actually having spoken about it.

“Over what?” You countered casually, thinking of Will’s tender gaze whenever he looked at you.

She gave you a pointed look, eyebrows raised, and you crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the counter.

“I couldn’t imagine it any other way,” you said. “At least with Hannibal, there will never be betrayal. He will always be who he is.”

She said nothing, and that was answer enough.

Shortly after dinner, Abigail retired for the night, leaving you to your vigil for Hannibal’s return. You lay down on a couch in the living room, reading. Anxiety kept you glancing at the door repeatedly, the night seemingly growing darker and longer.

It was well after midnight when you finally heard the faint rumble of his car’s engine out front. You’d made sure to turn all the lights off except for the lamp beside you, which would be a sign for him to come investigate. His footsteps were nearly silent as he made his way to the living room, and suddenly he appeared in the doorway, unsurprised to find you up.

You smiled tentatively, seeing the exhaustion on his face despite his mask of composure, and his features softened some.

“How was your day?” You asked.

“I’d much rather hear about yours,” he sighed, taking off his coat and throwing it over the back of an armchair.

The rain still droned on outside, although less intense than earlier. He sat next to you, his knee touching yours as he faced you. You recounted some of the day's events, omitting the conversations you’d had with Abigail. Secrecy was another sacred thing between you, and there were lines you would not cross.

Hannibal took your hand, gently squeezing it. “I am glad you two have had each other during this time. I know it has not been easy.”

A slight inclination of his head told you he acknowledged his role in that. You squeezed his hand in return, searching his face. There was no remorse, but perhaps the slightest flicker of guilt.

“Will you tell me what happened now?” You asked, uncertainty and dread like a knife at your throat.

“I was with Will, at my office,” he sighed heavily. “We spoke…Formulated a plan of sorts.”

He seemed to want to say more, but stopped himself. His uncertainty was very much apparent, and fear threatened to grip you like a vice. His nose detected this spike in adrenaline. His eyes met yours and he held your gaze steadily.

“And how did he seem?” You asked, willing your voice not to quaver too much.

Hannibal considered the question for a moment. “I suppose not much different than his usual self. Though I am not entirely sure I am comforted by that.”

You nodded in agreement. “He is a very cunning man. I used to think I was good at reading his moods,” your gaze drifted towards the wall and beyond, into the middle distance. “The more I think about it now, the less I’m sure I wasn’t deluding myself into seeing what I wanted to see.”

Hannibal was quiet for a moment, seeing the torment written across your face. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to try and remedy it, but he was not quite sure how. After all, the weight of your future rested in his hands just as much as Will’s.

But he found that he was willing to break his own heart, and yours, if only it meant ensuring your safety. He swallowed hard, keeping himself together.

“You could get a head start, leave as soon as tomorrow night,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse. “I would meet you after, as soon as I’m able to…”

Your eyes widened and for a moment you were speechless with appalment. The shock was so great it made you only vaguely realize that Abigail wasn’t included in this offer.

But then you set your shoulders, straightening your back, and determination seemed to replace your anguish.

“Absolutely not!” You said, your tone leaving no room for argument. “My place is here, and I will be staying right here. I will see it through to the end, Hannibal.”

The set of his jaw told you he wanted to argue further about why it would be the best choice, but you could tell he was also relieved. He looked down at your hands, fingers still tightly woven together.

“I could not forgive myself, if I lost you,” he said softly.

You reached up to cup one side of his face, and he leaned into your touch. He kissed the palm of your hand and the inside of your wrist. You realized he was reassuring himself just as much as you, grounding himself with your presence.

“You won’t,” you said, without a hint of doubt. “So, then, what’s next?”

“I have invited Jack over for dinner,” he said steadily, though his words were heavy with implication. “Talk to him, see what he knows.”

Your face remained blank, but you knew Jack Crawford wouldn’t come by for just a chat. Hannibal knew that too, but perhaps not speaking about it would stall it for just a bit longer. At least, you both tried to convince yourselves that would be the case.

“When?” You asked.

“Friday.”

That was only two days away. The back of your throat was bitter with unshed tears, but the longer you kept eye contact with him, the more you could steel your nerves.

“What are you thinking of making?”

“Lamb,” He said.

The two of you shared a smile, still able to find some humor. But the next question was harder for you to ask, and you cleared your throat.

“Do you think Will is going to join?”

This was a blow he could not soften. “I hardly believe he’ll want to miss out.”

“Perhaps it’s just as well…” you said, looking up at the ceiling, in the direction of Abigail’s room. “At least we’ll all get to say goodbye.”

But your naïve heart still floundered, holding onto hope. But perhaps we won’t even have to say goodbye. One way or another, maybe we will all still be together in the end.

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harlowtales · 4 months

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Jack decides to teach his friends a lesson for how they treat Y/N

PART ONE

18 + Adult themes and language

“Y/N…come on babe, get your nose out your book.” Jack said as he looked over at you busily checking his messages before he headed out. You were on the couch reading not looking at all like you were about to go hang out with his friends as he went ahead to the club to prepare for a DJ appearance.

The doorbell rang and it was Urban. “Sup bruh.” He greeted his best friend “You ready mama?” He said to you cheerfully

“Ready as I’ll ever be” you said unenthusiastically peeling yourself off the couch.

Jack shot you a concerned look and looked at Urban who immediately looked away.

“I’m just tired is all. Jack’s schedule has been crazy lately and I’m not built like y’all.” You said to them pretending to yawn. The truth was Jack’s female friends hated you and he had no idea. You caught their side eyes, and heard their whispers but didn’t want to cause issues. He was way too busy for girl drama. Plus you were mature enough to deal with it and had your way of being in the mix without letting on you saw all the ways they excluded you.

Urban, Sunni, and Copelan saw it too, but didn’t want to be the ones to stir up trouble. They had their way of looking after you so nobody went to Jack with any bullshit about you. They genuinely liked you, but the jealousy from the other girls was real.

You dreaded pulling up to the pre-show get together. You heard the music bumping and loud talking as you walked up to the door with Urban. A knot formed in your stomach. As soon as you stepped into the thick cloud of smoke that hung in the air the side eyes started. The same group of girls you saw everywhere were in the living room and looked you up and down without saying hi.

“Y/N!” The guys exclaimed as you avoided the living room completely and headed for the kitchen. You asked for two beers immediately garnering a weird look from Sunni. Someone asked you how art college was going and you got into a long discussion about your latest art project. They were all interested in what you were saying and the girls hanging out on the livestream in the living room were getting jealous so they amped up the attention seeking with showing their ass to the camera being needlessly loud and falling all over each other.

A lot of people were high and super drunk and that made you uncomfortable. You spent most of your time with Jack alone, or working on your art pieces and painting. You weren’t a snob this just wasn’t your scene. You decided to push past 2 girls making out in a corner and isolate yourself continuing to study for your exam on your phone. You weren’t going to make an effort anymore with those girls. You were only there because Jack insisted you get out of the house.

“Y/N what’s up babyyyyy!!” Cope said finding where you disappeared to. He sat on top of you making you laugh.

“Hi Cope!” You said happily flinging your arms around him “Listen” he whispered in your ear “Don’t let them bitches bother you.” He said “We got you.” He picked up on you not wanting to be there.

“Cope! Come over here! Pull down your pants for the live!” One of the girls said dragging him to the camera and taking him away from you. It was like she was cock blocking your conversation.

“Hey Y/N” one of the drunk girls came up to you “You’re quiet”

“I’m tired. Jack was out late and up early.” You explained dryly

“Its hard to keep up when your man is famous.” She said having no idea what that was like “Not many girls last long.” She gave you a look of mock pity and put her hand on your shoulder that you just glanced at for her to remove.

“You look fully ummm…fully dressed Y/N” Another one came up to you commenting on your outfit passive aggressively. She was making fun of you for not being half naked like they were. You had on jeans, heels, and a white button up shirt you wore off one shoulder. You were cooly confident and it irked them to their core.

You wanted to just leave.

“If you don’t mind, I’m catching up on some reading for school.” You said bluntly turning your attention back to your phone.

“School? Loosen up girl!” One of them said obnoxiously sucker punching you in the arm “Jack sure likes em lame as hell these days.” She said rolling her eyes. You could tell she just finished doing a line in the bathroom as her eyes were bloodshot and she was excessively sniffing.

You weren’t about to cry but you did want to kick a few of them. You looked absolutely miserable until it was time to hit the club and they cut the livestream.

“Jaaaccckkk!!” The girls screamed and ran up to him giving him kisses on the cheek and big hugs.

“Already lit I see ladies.” He said looking past them at you. He knew something was off but was too busy setting up behind the DJ booth testing his mic to really notice. “Hey baby.” He said kissing you.

“Hey DJ Harlow.” You said so glad to see him

“Y/N get over here!” The girls yelled. You hesitated and looked at Jack trying to send him a signal but the night was getting underway and he had headphones on cuing up his first songs. Once you got over to their booth in Jack’s section they were snapping multiple selfies with you. You didn’t smile at all while they had huge fake smiles plastered across their faces. Making an excuse you escaped them and got into a deep discussion at the bar with the bartender who was in your class.

Jack looked over and jealousy started to bubble up to the surface. Something was up with you, and one thing for sure he wasn’t going to lose you to some art major. Sometimes he felt inadequate around your crowd as he never went to college, but just assumed you felt comfortable around his friends.

The next morning your ears were ringing and you had an instant headache when the light got in your eyes. Jack had peeled open the blinds to the amazing river view you normally appreciated “Someone had fun last night” Jack said still a bit bothered by you hanging out with the bartender, but it was his dream for his girlfriend to get along with his friends which had been an issue in the past so he overlooked it. You had too much to drink which for you was a couple beers at the house and a half glass of bourbon at the bar.

“Um yup.” You said knowing after 10 minutes at the club last night you desperately wanted to be back at Jack’s place with the puppy and a good book. Jack was sitting up in bed beside you looking at the livestream and instagram. Wanting to forget about it you made a move to get out of bed but he stopped you.

“Y/N.” he said slowly “Why are you in a corner not talking to anyone the whole live?”

“I told you I was tired.” You lied and Jack knew you too well.

Then he checked IG and saw the look on your face as compared to his friends. “Come here babe.” He said pulling you back into bed and cuddling you. “If there was something going on you’d tell me right?”

“Oh for sure.” You said “Appreciate the cuddle but I have to pee.”

“You got up to pee 20 mins ago before you fell back to sleep.” He said suspiciously

“Uhhh I’m hungry. Want some breakfast?” You tried to lie again

“Y/N stop fucking around.” Jack said irritated

“Ok fine.” You gasped “Your girl friends hate me ok? They fucking are mean to me all the time and act nice when you’re around. Urban, Sunni, Cope, all know it but you. You never see shit!” You exclaimed. It was all out now, and you who never cried had tears falling seeing the look on his face. You didn’t know how much more you had left in you to deal with Jack’s life. The girls were right. Nobody lasted long.

Jack sat in silence. It was making you uncomfortable. Suddenly he got out of bed, threw on some clothes and grabbed his keys.

“Jack! Where are you going?” You called after him but you were answered by the front door slamming.

“You’re supposed to be my best fucking friend!” Jack said angrily at Urban. “How could you let Y/N get treated like that.”

“Oh she finally told you about those bitches?” Urban said as he yawned. Jack had just barged in when Urban opened the door. “We hang with Y/N and it’s all good.” He said nonchalantly

“No it’s more than that.” Jack insisted “My baby is depressed. I can tell. She tried lying to me about it this morning and was crying and I might fucking lose her to some pretentious art intellectual asshole”

“Y/N cried? Ah fuck man I didn’t know it was that bad.” Urban apologized.

“Why would she pretend like she’s ok?” Jack said in disbelief.

“Because you’re you and she’s her.” Urban said

“Excuse me?” Jack said ready for an argument

“She’s not going to bother you with girl drama when you’re so busy. Y/N’s real mature. She’s different than those girls and they’re jealous.” Urban explained “And you’re you, so you choose not to notice shit when you’re working which is all the time.” Urban continued as he lit his first joint of the day and made some coffee. That’s why he was Jack’s best friend. He easily summed up the whole situation.

“Imma send them a message. It’s too easy to give them a piece of my mind and I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of thinking they matter that much. They need to learn to not fuck with my girl.” He said thoughtfully. “Thanks for looking out for Y/N bro.” Jack said hugging his best friend.

He plopped down his keys next to the grill cheese sandwich waiting for him on the kitchen table. It made him smile. There was nobody like you. Although he had not said it yet he was deeply in love with you. The way you were suffering in silence as to not distract him from work made him tear up.

He was so distraught he couldn’t eat and after a deep breath he returned to the bedroom where you had crawled back into bed reading for your art theory exam with a cup of tea. You had your glasses on and one of Jack’s T-shirts with your hair in a sloppy bun looking very nerdy and sexy. Normally Jack would have had other things on his mind but he was too worried about you. You closed the book immediately when he walked in.

“Babe. I was scared. Are you good?” You said cautiously.

“Y/N. I…I am so sorry I’ve had my head up my ass.” He said sitting on the bed.

“I didn’t want to be the bitchy girlfriend looking crazy.” You said. Jack took your face in his hands and kissed you deeply. His soft lips took all your stress away.

“I confronted Urban and he set me straight so I got a plan if you wanna have some fun with this.” He said devilishly

“Jackman Thomas Harlow wipe that evil grin off your face.” You said wondering what he had up his sleeve.

@ride4harlow @okaaay-mice @itsyagirljaz

#jack harlow #fanfic #romance #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #dramatic #jack harlow smut #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x reader #jealousy

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xiaq · 9 months

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How did you and B meet?

I'm sure I've talked about this before, but here's the Official Story from our reception invitations:

Erica met B through their mutual friend G while rock climbing at the Austin greenbelt in April of 2019.

Erica had just purchased a new camera and 80% of the photos she took that day were of B. She shyly sent B the best ones and noted he was a lovely subject. B said, “thanks bro” and used those pictures for his Bumble profile.

It was an auspicious beginning.

At the time, B was living and working in Austin while Erica was a PhD student in Dallas. She often visited “home” to see her parents and climb, so they met up regularly over the next two years.

When the pandemic hit, Erica moved back to Austin to work on her dissertation, and isolated with a small group of climbers that included B. They also started playing D&D together.

Erica’s character was a chaotic neutral half-elf bard who cast spells and cantrips exclusively via limerick. Her go-to solutions to problems they encountered were seduction, inciting political rebellion, befriending monsters, and stabbing.

B played a lawful good half-elf paladin who found Erica’s character extremely vexing.

In real life, however, they had quite a bit in common, and started spending time alone outside of group climbing and D&D meetups. Later, they would discover they had a mutual romantic interest at this point, but neither acted on it since Erica had accepted a visiting professorship in Colorado. She moved in July.

When Erica returned briefly to Austin over spring break the following year, she spent most of her time with B: climbing, hiking, grilling at her parent’s place, and staunchly denying there was anything happening between them even if she wished there was because honestly, mom, he's never shown the slightest bit of interest in me (her father scoffed loudly from the other room).

She decided to move back to Austin at the end of the school year. When B (and G) came to visit her a few weeks before she moved, Erica decided to be brave and make her intentions known. While watching a UFC fight with B on the couch, she tucked her toes, lasciviously, under B’s thigh.

Shockingly, he did not respond to this unequivocal romantic overture. But he did help her remove all the temporary wallpaper on her ugly rental cabinets before they left, so that was nice.

The following month, when Erica moved back to Austin, B asked if she’d like to come over for dinner after climbing. She agreed because she wanted to procrastinate unpacking and also she was slightly in love with him. The following day, he asked if she wanted to have dinner again. She did.

“Wow,” Erica said to her mother that morning, “I guess B is really lonely since G moved. He’s been asking me to hang out with him a lot.”

“You're an idiot,” her mother said.

That night, B asked Erica if she'd ever thought about them dating.

“I’m thinking about it now,” she said, cavalier, suave, blasé, and not nervous at all.

This wasn’t a lie, but she had also thought about it once or twice prior to that moment as well.

“Great,” B said, “How would you feel if I kissed you?”

And Erica said, “Yeah, I’d feel pretty good about that.”

A few weeks later, B casually showed Erica an empty shelf in his bathroom cabinet and an inviting space in his closet and a couple spare drawers in his dresser and she, equally casually, moved in with him.

Over the next year, the apartment’s decor and Erica’s diet improved drastically. They traveled, they climbed, they spent time with each others families. They lived, laughed, loved and reduced, reused, recycled. Shortly after moving into their new house, combining bank accounts, making each other their medical powers of attorney, solidifying their retirement plans, and discussing whether getting married would have tax benefits, they realized most people got engaged before doing…a good portion of those things. So they planned to propose to each other.

Christmas of 2022, they took a road trip across Colorado. B proposed to Erica on the gondola in Telluride; two days later, Erica proposed to B on the Train to Cascade Canyon in Durango. They both said yes.

In August 2023 they will elope, with their dog Deacon as a witness, to Mt. Rainier national park.

In November 2023, they’ll celebrate with their friends and family at a backyard reception that will include food, drinks, swimming, croquet, corn hole, axe-throwing and a bounce house (the axe-throwing and the bounce-house will be on opposite sides of the lawn; if it's cold, the pool will be heated). They hope you’ll come and share their joy with them.

#b #wedding stuff #love #romance

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finniestoncrane · 11 months

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Devout

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The apartment was dark, almost pitch black except for the glow of the light from the laptop screen, the small yellow glow from the bulb above the stove, and the pervasive shine of the streets below that came in through the half-opened curtains. In the lonely silence, everything echoed. The clock on the wall, the rats beneath the floorboards, the shifting and fidgeting of Eddie as he tried to comfort himself in the darkness and quiet. Usually, that felt safe, familiar. He’d spent so long with you in his life now, though, that you were what was familiar. You were his safe space. You were light, and even though you were soft and quiet, you had a sound to you. Like an aura, a soft glowing sound. And it made it all the more noticeable when you were gone. Leaving him there in the pitch black of his own painful memories, his isolation compounded by his thoughts and perpetual misery. He hated when you were gone.

And you had been gone for so long already.

Eddie was getting irritated with himself. The constant jittering, the tapping of his pen on the desk, the way his fingers now ached where he’d bitten the nail down too far. He was so angry, and so stressed. Nervous, too. It was strange, to worry this much about other people, especially since he’d focused all of his efforts in his life up to that point in pushing others out and away. It was far too emotionally taxing to care for the other orphans, the other down and outs, the other humans in the rat race. Making them seem human made it easy to have empathy, sympathy. And he needed to feel neither of those in order to achieve his goals.

But with you it was different. He needed you around, his body ached for you when you weren’t close to him. Years, decades, of solitude, fortifying his mind and soul against loneliness, had been entirely fruitful from the second you came into his life. Because now, he couldn’t stand to be apart from you, not even for a second.

Shunning all privacy was nothing to him, really. He went to the bathroom with the door open now, as did you. He sat on the tiled floor while you bathed, and when he was showering, he shouted conversations to you. When you went to work, he came with you. He had all but forgotten his own job recently, pretending to work from home most of the time, instead focusing on the more important tasks at hand.

In a way, he felt like you were the same person. A singular entity. It probably wasn’t healthy, but he chose not to dwell on that too much. Instead, he focused on what a joy it was to finally have someone that he wanted to spend time with, and who equally wanted to spend time with him. It was a rarity to find a kindred spirit, a soul mate. And before he met you, he hadn’t even really believed that those things existed. But there you were, beside him, all the time. Willingly!

Being apart from you, though, was made all the more difficult because of the way he had begun to think of you two as inseparable, as necessary to each other’s happiness and survival. If he didn’t think it would be weird to say out loud, especially with his recent actions and the furthering of his criminal endeavours, he would express to you how deeply he wanted to know you, to be with you. That he would like to be inside of you, all the time, to feel like he was wearing you. But that was creepy, even he knew that. When that thought had popped into his head one day as he held you in his arms, he had cringed forcefully and blinked extensively to try and shoo the idea away. It was hard to argue with his brain though. That was definitely the preferential scenario for him. Especially since there was no way to shrink himself down and live in your pocket.

Even now, as he tried to calm himself down, he deferred to imagining you there with him. Your hands, soothing against his skin, stroking his face to calm him down. Your voice, whispering sweet words into his ear, something personal, something adorable. You called him your sweet Eddie, and every time he heard the word it made his whole body warmer, skin prickling as his cheeks flushed and his heart skipped a beat.

He looked at the clock in the corner of his monitor. Not long now. You said you’d be home at 8pm. It was 7.55pm now, so five more minutes. He could manage that, he could cope.

“Sweet Eddie, not long now. I know you can do it!”

But he was never as sure of himself as you were of him. That was one of the things he liked most about you. There was a lot about himself he hated, that he wished away constantly, but you saw those as positives, you cherished them. You thought so highly of him, and it was necessary for his survival to have your kind words whenever he needed them. You had an almost psychic ability, knowing when he needed a little pick-up.

He needed one now though. And where were you?

Eddie looked at the clock again. 8.03pm. He checked his phone, same time, and no texts. He checked his watch. Slightly slower, by one minute and some seconds, but basically, they all told the same story. You had lied.

In a fit of rage, Eddie slumped down, his forehead slamming against the desk as he whined. Was he angry at you? Or was he angry at himself? And if it was the latter, why? Because he had trusted you. Or because he hadn’t.

Here he was, deciding you had lied to him, when there was every possibility that something horrible had happened to you. What if you were laying there, a victim of Gotham, your fragile body in a pool of your own blood that was slowly washed away with the ever-present torrential downpour of rain? Or cowering in some alley, waiting for the inevitable as your attackers closed in, wishing for Eddie, shouting for him, or silently calling him? And he was here, cursing you out?

He was disgusted with himself.

As his nails dug into the underside of the desk, the pain it caused making him feel oddly good, like a properly fitting punishment, he heard your key in the door. Every ounce of fear and sympathy was drained from him in a moment, and he felt his soft features being pressed into a scowl.

“Hey, sweet Eddie!”

The words had little effect over him, and that alone was enough to have his eyes become wet with the threat of tears.

“You’re late.”

“Am I?”

Eddie looked at the clock on the monitor once more. 8.11pm. You were definitely late.

“Yes.”

“I didn’t think I had a specific time I had to be home by.”

You giggled, unaware of how serious he was. But the longer you looked at him without seeing his face shift into his soft smile, you grew more concerned.

“Eddie… are you ok?”

“I… I…”

He fought hard to suppress the rage that had been building. It was no one’s fault, not even his own. That’s what you would tell him. You’d assure him that any anger was built on years of trauma, of being let-down, of having things snatched from him, people snatched from him. And even just imagining your calming voice and soothing touch was enough to bring him back down, his heart rate slowing as he took a deep breath and spoke clearly this time.

“I was worried about you.”

“Oh, Eddie!”

You could make out the small tears lingering in the corner of his eyes, and you threw your arms out, rushing to gather him up in them. But rather than allow himself to fall into your embrace, he stood up and stepped back from you.

“Eddie, what’s wrong?”

He looked into your eyes for a brief moment, letting his gaze flit quickly to the floor. You could tell there were screeds of thoughts running through his mind, but you’d have to ease them out slowly. He got like this on occasion, his brain working against him. He was intelligent, so much so, but he could let that be his worst enemy.

“If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you.”

Reaching a hand out to him, you tried to hold his forearm, but he snatched it back and away from you.

“Eddie…”

“I’m so… mad.”

“You’re mad?”

“I think so. I don’t know. I’m confused.”

“Well, why do you think you’re mad?”

“I… because… you… I… you…”

“Eddie, sweet Eddie, I’m here to help you. You know that.”

“Are you?”

He spat the words out at you, his brow suddenly furrowing. His mouth turned downwards into a little frown and he glared out, the anger behind his eyes occasionally dimming to make way for sadness, confusion, before returning to the rage you rarely saw in him anymore when it was just the two of you alone.

“What do you mean? Of course I am. I’m always here for you.”

“But you were late. And you didn’t tell me where you were.”

“I was only five minutes-”

“More than ten!”

“Eddie! I didn’t say I would be back exactly on the hour. I said ‘around’ eight. Is that really why you’re so upset?”

“Wouldn’t you be!?”

“Of course not!”

His face fell again, further than before, further than you thought it might be able to.

“So you don’t care about me?”

You were speechless, your heart aching and your mind fogged with confusion and hurt. You cared about Eddie more than anything in this world, and you thought he knew that. But evidently, his deep-seated trauma was still a block on his ability to see that. Despite how often you reassured him of that fact.

“You know I do, what does that have to do with anything?”

Eddie stepped towards you, his hands balled into fists so tight that they were shaking, his palms turning red from the pressure.

“If you care about me you would have called! You would have been back on time! You wouldn’t have…”

He stopped, shuddering as he looked down at his hands.

“You wouldn’t have left… that’s… horrible, isn’t it?”

“Oh, Eddie.”

At the softness in your tone, surprisingly still as calm and sympathetic as it always was even in the face of his ridiculous reasoning, Eddie felt his lungs sweeling and let out a small wail. He fell to his knees and stayed there as you walked to him, standing in front of him and brushing your fingers through his hair.

“It’s not horrible, Eddie. But it’s maybe a bit unreasonable…”

Looking up at you with his large, sad eyes he sniffled.

“I am so sorry. I am. It’s just… I get scared, anxious…”

He shuffled forward a little more, clinging to your legs as he pressed his face to them.

“I just love you so much. I need you. All the time. Everything is harder when you’re not with me.”

It was hard to feel anything but sympathy for Eddie. His whole life had been a struggle, and that conclusion was based only on what he had revealed to you so far. There were moments in his childhood he had told you he was afraid to speak of. Things that were so horrible he worried that they might traumatise you, or worse, bring those memories to the surface and make his life more unbearable and more difficult than it already was.

All you ever wanted to do was take the pain away from Eddie, to hold him and make him feel safe and secure. You were enamoured by him, and admittedly, a large part of that was how much he needed you. It felt good to have a purpose. And it felt good for the feeling of lust and desire, and emotional connection to be requited on the same level.

Falling to your knees with him, you cradled his face in your hands, his cheeks soft and warm, and wet with his tears.

“Eddie, my sweet Eddie. I understand. I understand it completely.”

He looked into your eyes, still sparkling with tears, and let his face lighten slightly, hopeful at your words.

“You do?”

“Of course I do. You know how much I love you, and how much I need you. I wish we could be together all of the time. I wish there was a never a need for us to be apart. I would have myself sewn to you if I could. Oh… was that weird? That might have been a strange thing to say, sorry.”

In that moment, Eddie felt his heart thumping in his chest, heart rate elevating exponentially as he realised you were just as intense and, if he could be wishful, as insane about him as he was about you.

“Not… not that weird at all. I would like to keep you with me all the time. Shrink you down to be in my pocket would be my first option, but I would have your hand stitched on to mine so you’d never let go.”

“Aw… that’s so weird.”

“Yeah… we’re weird together, right?”

You nodded, smiling at him as you took his hands in yours and pulled both him and yourself up from the floor.

“Perfect. I’ve always wanted someone to be weird with. To just be myself around.”

“I’m glad I can be that person for you, Eddie.”

“Really? You’re not put off at all?”

“Never! I find you so romantic, actually.”

His smile widened and his eyes shone as he looked at you, sparkling, ignited by inspiration.

“Huh… I never thought of myself as romantic.”

“Oh, but you are! You proclaim your feelings in such poetic and dramatic ways, it might not be to everyone’s taste, but I love it.”

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight as he pressed his cheek to yours. His lips, so close to your ear, grazed over them as he whispered to you.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I am desperate for you, every second of the day. Even when you’re with me, I want more of you.”

Eddie paused to kiss your neck, placing three kisses down it and back up before he spoke again.

“Even when I’m… uh… i-inside of you… I want to be deeper. I don’t think it’ll be enough unless I’m in your soul.”

You sighed against his touch, his fingers placed at the bottom of your back, tracing over the skin he exposed by lifting your shirt up.

“You’re my everything, my entire world. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe. No one I wouldn’t take care of to make sure you were taken care of.”

“Oh, Eddie… you’re my hero.”

He groaned as he let his teeth sink softly into your skin, as though he thought consuming you might help him feel as close to you as he was obsessed with being. He dragged his tongue along the skin, soothing after the sharp nip of his bite, before he bit into you again, clawing at your skin as he tried to bring your body closer to him, pressing it to his with such force it felt like you might melt into him under the pressure. But it still wasn’t enough for him.

His hand caressed your cheek gently before he let his fingers grab your face, holding your mouth open in a light pout as he licked first at your lips before sinking his tongue in, flitting it against yours which rushed to meet his.

Against the desperate movements, he groaned and sighed, and you could feel and taste his breath on your taste buds. It really felt like he was trying to enter you, to become one with you, and you welcomed it. Your hands around his neck held him in place, refusing to let him go, even when he pulled back, a trail of saliva falling from his and your lips to your chin. Eddie wiped it with his thumb and stepped towards you, into you. He pushed you lightly, sending you into the wall where you stood breathlessly, head tilted back, neck exposed to him.

You weren’t sure where you wanted him to go next with this, but you were intrigued to see and would let him have complete control if he wanted. Anything, whatever he did, just to see what lengths he would go to in order to express fully his undying and terrifying love of you.

Interestingly, he fell to his knees once more, lowering his body until he was laying on the ground on his stomach, wriggling to get close to your feet, which he let his fingers trace over before kissing them. Here he was, riddled with the kind of Catholic guilt that creates a monster, deciding that he was devoted to a whole other god, making you the idol, worshipping at your feet to show how devout he was.

“You’re everything to me. You are the earth, the sky, life and death.”

He shifted forwards, lifting himself slightly as he kissed up your calves, holding the back of your legs tightly.

“A hymn I’d sing forever.”

As he raised himself higher, his mouth kissed over your thighs, fingers light against them as they pressed into the skin. It was something you noticed about him, an almost childish way of exploring you. Touch, sensory needs, as though feeling you was the only way to prove to himself that you existed, that you were real and in front of him. That by grabbing you and holding you and caressing you, he could convince his brain that you were there, letting him indulge in those pleasures of the flesh. The way he played with your body, investigative and exploratory, like he craved complete knowledge of every aspect of you. It was intoxicating, and completely erotic.

“I am beholden to you. I serve you. I am enamoured. Devout. I owe you everything.”

He held his face against your legs, breathing deep, taking slow, meaningful inhales and exhales that sent shivers over you, despite the warmth of his breath on your skin.

“It feels… odd to seek you out constantly, when you’re within me. You’ve always been there. And yet, without you there’s no existence at all.”

Eddie was on his knees now, praying to you almost, avoiding your eyes as he spoke the words of his sermon to you.

“You’re radiant, resplendent. You’re fragrant, and I draw my breath in and now pant after you. I tasted you, but I still feel hunger and thirst for you. You touched me, and I am set on fire, longing for your touch again to extinguish the flames, but I don’t want to give them up.”

The words were familiar, almost, as though he were preaching something you’d heard before at church, or school, or in passing even. You felt a flush of heat course through your body as you recognised the significance, the words he had been made to repeat as a child, the words that filled him with such anger, and now he was twisting them, putting new meaning to them. Using them to worship you.

Your breath hitched as you choked out a moan, feeling Eddie press his nose to your crotch, his lips against you, thin layers of fabric separating his mouth from your entrance as he continued speaking.

“To serve you is freedom. To praise you is my soul’s joy and delight. And to confess this, then, is to praise and glorify you. In seeking you, I find you, and in finding you, I have you. And in having you… I keep you.”

“Eddie… oh my god…”

You could feel his tongue, lapping at the fabric of your leggings and under them, your panties. Ending each sentence with a wet drag of it against you, soaking you, able to taste your own slick through it.

“No longer do any passing fancies take my interest. My soul is focused on you alone, it praises you.”

He leaned back, looking up into your eyes as you stared down at him. His cherubic face, cheeks warm and flushed as he expressed his adoration, his obsessions.

“You allow my soul to remain attached to you, a corruptible thing as I, with the glue of love. We are attached. We’ll never be torn apart. We were meant to be. And we always will be.”

Eddie took your wrists in his hand, a tight squeeze as he spoke his final words. His amen.

“We always will be. Right?”

All you could do was nod, silently, breathlessly, completely taken back by the lengthy outpouring of his feelings, laid bare in front of you.

Standing up in front of you, he went quickly from small and vulnerable, to towering over you, exuding the control and power he usually only managed to harness when he was wearing his mask. But something about loosening up and spilling his guts to you had given him a sense of power. Possibly in the way you reacted, skin flushed all over, chest heaving as you took long, gasping breaths to try and relegate your heart rate.

As much as Eddie was willing to get on his knees and thank you for letting him be near to you, he wasn’t completely oblivious to the effect he had on you. You were just as likely to do anything for him. You already did. You were an enabler, chronically. You enthused and encouraged, maybe not outright, but in your soft, soothing tones, the way you held him when he returned from a night of ‘work’, or when he finished one of his streams. You were supportive, of everything about him. Even the darker things. The horrible truths that lurked on the edges of his soul. You made it easier to bring them out, and for that, he was eternally grateful.

It felt strange to him, to experience mutual appreciation, requited love and adoration. As much as he worried constantly, he’d rather live with the fear than suffer a life without you, not now that he’d been blessed by your presence, your touch, your kiss. His gaze flitted briefly to your lips, suddenly reminded that they were there, in front of him, his to have if he so wished.

Leaning into you, Eddie took your face in his hands before moved back, his fingers spreading through your hair as he kissed you, hard, long, filled with intense passion. A soft moan emanated from him as he felt your hands cling to his waist, travelling around to his front and up his chest. As you reached the collar of his plain, white shirt you grabbed it and held him against you. His body, surging with arousal and white, hot lust heaved inwards as yours moved outwards, a rhythm together, fitting perfectly around each other like two pieces of a puzzle. The kind that they had in the orphanage, always missing a few pieces. Much like he was. But now he was whole, complete. A sentiment that seemed cheesy to him, still, made him cringe as he thought it. It was the truth though.

Pulling himself off of you, disappointed in the fact he had done so immediately, Eddie found it in himself to smile again, for the first time that evening since you had left the apartment.

“I’m glad you’re here… home.”

“I’m glad to be home, Eddie.”

He lunged towards you again, his arms around you as he held you tight, almost suffocating you against his chest. He loved that you loved him. He loved that you were with him. It only felt like home when you were there. You were his home.

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gretavanbrie · 10 months

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Dreadful Reminders // part two (J.T.K.)

Summary: The brewing tension in your relationship seems to be pulling your love at the seams. What will happen when what is supposed to be happy news, only tears you apart further. Is one mindless phone call the end of it all?

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: angst (like.. hella angst), soft smut (MINORS DNI!!!), heartbreak, crying, feelings of anger, isolation, mentions of alcohol consumption, swearing, sad!Jake, excessive apologies, talks of pregnancy, arguing, soft!Jake, flashbacks that might pull at your heart strings just a smidge, heavy dialogue towards the end, oral f!receiving, light impact play like once if you really squint, nipple play, softdom!Jake, terrible singing (I feel like that deserves a warning lmao), if I missed anything please lmk!!

A/N: This is Part 2!! She is longgg and lengthy so buckle up! If you have not yet read the first part I highly recommend you do so. I want to thank those who read the first part I hope the second does the first some justice, this chapter has a lot more dialogue and context between Jake and y/n. All flashbacks are italicized!!! I do not have a tag list yet so I apologize. I also want to give an honorable mention to my best friend who helped co-write the smut. Without further ado, enjoy!!

Part 1

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After the feud you questioned the half decade spent with Jake. Had you done something to push him away? You had a bad habit of blaming yourself for things that were never in your control, but how could he? The situation left you with nothing but guilt and questioning. How were you meant to go through this pregnancy on your own? Desperately craving guidance and clarity.

The minute the door closed behind you, you couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of guilt wash over your body. You drug your feet down the paved road to your car slugging your bag along. You felt pathetic for silently wishing he’d come chasing after you, to feel wanted for the first time in what felt like forever. But he never did, he never came running out.

The hole in your chest now a pathetic excuse for a heart.

You opened your car door throwing your bag in the back. You let out a long sigh, throat tight on the brink of tears.. yet again. Resting your head on the steering wheel you replay the events of tonight. You felt silly for being so dramatic, I mean packing up and leaving? Because your feelings were hurt? A part of you knew not to be too hard on yourself, your emotions were at an all time high. That didn’t help the tiny daggers Jakes words metaphorically threw at you.

The question aching in your chest the most is, how are you meant to go through these next 9 months without him. You felt so alone. Where were you even meant to go in the mean time? I mean at least until you could collect yourself and contact someone. You thought back to all of the happy times with Jake. A memory in particular tugging at your heart strings, you put your car in reverse knowing exactly where you were going. The long drive seemed to have cleared your mind enough to put an end to the incessant crying.

Is it better to hurt than to feel nothing at all?

You questioned yourself as you pulled into the long dirt road leading to the old wooden cabin the boys have used for years. Putting your car in park you silently curse yourself for wanting to be away from Jake but ending up in the one place that is littered with remnants of him. The universe had a funny way of mocking you, the irony of it all almost humorous.

Stepping inside you took in everything around you. The old rugs scattered across the floor, some equipment still left behind. You ran your fingers across the mic stand recalling your fondest memory in this place. The memory that lead you here. Longing for a sliver of comfort, even if you had to milk it out of an old memory.

Feeling the lump in your throat return once again you peeled your hands off and made your way to the bedroom you’ve become unmistakably familiar with. You settled into the bed you and him used to share fighting back the tears not bothering to change out of jakes ratty old sweatshirt.

Sleep clouded your mind accompanied by a singular thought relentlessly repeating as you finally allowed your body rest.

What have I done wrong?

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Jake awoke to the front door slamming shut, the incessant pounding of his head and foot steps approaching. Peeling his top half off the floor, his eyes squint from the harshness of the light seeping in through the windows.

“Close the blinds.” He says rather harshly, sensing its his twin.

“Well good morning to you as well, dear brother. You look awful” he says with an insufferable smirk. Jake shoots him a sarcastic smile, not in the mood for his antics.

‘You reek of booze man, what the fuck is wrong with you.. where’s y/n?”. Jake stays quiet for a moment as memories from the previous night flood his brain. His chest now tight, fighting back tears as he realizes what he thought was a nightmare is in fact real.

“She’s gone.” Is all he mutters before he stands up. Just as quickly as he got up, he sunk back down. Josh grabbing ahold of his brothers arm right in the nick of time.

“How much did you drink Jake?” Josh asks rhetorically, prying the whiskey bottle from Jakes hands.

“Whatever happened is a conversation for another time, get your shit together or we’re gonna be late. You knew we had an interview, im not letting you embarrass us.” He says sternly pointing a finger in his brothers direction.

Jake stumbles to your guy’s room not bearing the sight of some of your belongings still scattered about the space. He rakes his fingers through his hair as he breathes out a heavy sigh fighting back the new set of tears. One managed to escaped and cascaded down his face. A dreadful reminder of your absence.

Taking a quick 5 minute shower in hopes of somehow washing off his guilt. Noticeably failing at doing so, the ache in his chest only grew stronger. Splashing the water on his face to wake himself up before stepping out. Glancing towards your toothbrush as he went to grab his, he heaves a shaky breath. The best word to describe how he felt was sorrowful. He couldn’t even be mad at himself, he knows he’d have his bags packed and out the door as well had he heard the unforgivable words spoken from him.

He can’t even pin the reason behind his actions either. Conjuring excuses and dismissing them immediately, knowing this is irreversible. He finished brushing his teeth throwing on his over-worn jeans, a button up and his tattered boots. Reaching for his cologne his breath hitched in his throat. The memory of when he first started wearing it flashing before his eyes.

“I love this scent on you honey” you whispered peering up at him through your eyelashes, your soft breaths surely tickling his neck. The sun shining perfectly on your face.

‘god what a woman, a temptress of the earth.’ He thinks to himself.

Jake stuck a little flower he’s been holding onto in your hair as you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his chest shining him your brightest smile. You both giggled as the wind blew your hair wistfully across your face.

“I’d wear it for you so long as I’m alive, my dear” he says cupping your face, cherishing the sweetness of your soft lips.

The memory now plaguing his mind, taunting him of what he so selfishly sabotaged.

“Get yourself the fuck together dude” he whispered before picking up the bottle and spraying himself. He trudged out of the bedroom.

“Let’s go Josh.” He says quickly before making his way out the door.

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The drive to the radio station was thankfully short, ever since you left jake has hated silence. His thoughts being far too loud in the stillness of the once lively four walls. The boys were headed back to their respective homes. Jake in disassociation, quickly snapped out by daniel’s words.

“What was up with you today man? Talk about a man of few words” he jokes trying to make light of the awkward tension during the interview, painfully unaware of the distress Jake was in. Poor Danny was just trying to lighten the mood, Jake however didn’t care for it.

“I suppose I’ve got my own shit to worry about, you should try it sometime.” Jake mutters, leaving Danny dumbfounded. Guilt immediately creeping it’s way through his brain. He already lost you, the last thing Jake wants is bad blood with someone else.

“I’m sorry man that was harsh, I just have a lot on my mind. I also might’ve had one too many drinks last night… i think i let them catch up to me” he gives a small chuckle in hopes of alleviating the tension. Sam and Danny joke back. His twin’s eyes shooting daggers his direction, believing none of it.

Back at the cabin you finally stirred awake, nauseous for the second morning. Realizing you’re not at home, thoughts of last night hit you like a semi. You curl back up in the sheets wishing for this to be some sick, sick dream. Sure, some may write you off as dramatic but you’re so young, only a few years younger than Jake and you feel as though he forgets this is just as scary for you as it is him. When you dreamt of having a baby you pictured Jake by your side, in it for the long haul.

You tried fighting the unceasing waves of nausea as you rummaged for something to eat in the kitchen. Settling on some toast and lemon honey tea, you made a mental note to head to the shops in hopes of getting your mind off things.

You opened the French doors that led to the beautiful backyard deck and the land that stretched for miles and miles just enjoying the serenity of it all. Sipping your tea you ponder for a moment. You decide you’ve allowed yourself enough time to feel sorry for yourself. Now all that is left is making the best of the situation. You are a strong resilient soul, you need to energetically be the best you can be for you and this beautiful soon-to-be life the two of you have created. You decided to head into town today to pick up some baby and parenthood books, maybe an incredibly early start but it seems like you’ll be spending a lot of time here anyway.

You take a shower to wash yesterday off you, preparing for this new start. Putting on light makeup and combing through your locks you dress yourself in a white sundress you thrifted long ago slipping on some shoes and heading out.

You stop at a farmers market and recall the first summer you and Jake spent alone at the cabin, he had a break from tour and he made it a point to come and spend some one-on-one time.

He went and bought you a singular wildflower from every vender he could find until eventually you had a custom-made bouquet. Stopping and picking out fruits and cheeses together to later be shared in the garden that evening. Picking up cheap bottles of wine to share while the two of you slow danced in the back yard. He got a new cologne that day as well. A moment so tender shared between the two of you, cherished in your heart forever.

Not wanting to stay long you waltz around the closest towns local library flipping through every parenthood and childcare book you could find. Collecting a few to take home, you pay and head back.

As you were washing and cutting the fruits, ‘Til There Was You’ started playing on the old Beatles vinyl in the background. You smiled remembering the song fondly, one of jakes favorites. Little did you know it was only his favorite because of the drunken show you put on for him one night singing along terribly to the song as your friends talked and laughed around you guys. Your cheeks pink and flushed either from the liquor in your system, or embarrassment. Jake didn’t seem to care, you looked beautiful as ever to him in that moment.

You leave the record playing as you curl up in a blanket on the couch diving into one of the many books you bought today. A sliver of peace filling your body, things are starting to look up.

A few hours pass and you finally decide to plug in your phone not having bothered with it since the argument. The screen illuminates indicating battery life, you see no calls from Jake and one missed call from josh. Hurt strikes through your chest as you realize maybe he didn’t want you around after all. You hesitate before calling Josh back, a glimmer of hope in your heart.

It only took a couple rings for Josh to pick up and his voice booms through your ear.

“Y/n!! Finally you answer! Where have you been?! You never disappear this long, you and Jake are practically inseparable!” He exclaims. You grimace as you think back to the things Jake told him.

“I mean this respectfully Josh, but cut the shit. I heard everything he said to you last night on the phone. Since I’m so bothersome in my own home, I’ve taken some time away from everybody.” You say

“A-and please Josh…. Don’t tell anyone about the baby yet, i wanna get through this by myself first.” You plead, voice dripping with nervousness.

You hear the other end of the line fall silent for a moment before a heavy sigh escapes his mouth, him now getting a clue as to why he found a sweaty drunken Jake lying on the kitchen floor next to unpacked groceries. He begins to speak.

“Listen I’m sorry about my brother, I told him he needs to get his head out of his ass. There are many ways you guys can make this work but he’s stubborn. I’m confused where this is stemming from because this is all he’s ever wanted with you, I don’t know why he’s running from it now.” You can hear things being moved around and voices yelling in the back.

“Listen i have some people over right now i have to go but can you at least tell me where you are so i know you’re safe?” His voice coated in concern.

“The first summer we said i love you josh, I’m at the cabin.”

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Later that evening Jake finds himself at his desk sifting through old film pictures you guys took together, the two of you preferring physical proof of the intimate moments rather than digital. That isn’t to say you didn’t have any, these were just far more special to the two of you.

Jake has never felt a love like yours and he senselessly tossed it all out of the window. He knew he wanted a family with you, he just got scared of the responsibility of juggling the band and a family life. He opened a drawer full of all the wilted flowers, saved letters and notes, movies and concert tickets, hundreds of tiny nick nacks the two of you have collected over time. His eyes fall upon an old polaroid from the lake house, your cheeks sunburned, your hair kissed by the sun as you had your lips gently placed on jakes cheek. His smile shining brighter than ever, a slight pink tinge to the apples of his cheeks.

You two had just started dating. He invited you out to see his writing process, eager to have you mesh with the one thing he loves most. Jake had no idea you’d be a contiguous second. You two had spent all day in the sun reading together as the rest of the boys swam about the river. Jake caught a glimpse of his future with you, Both of you old, sat in your backyard watching your children, and eventually grandchildren, play about the land. He peered over to you and saw your rosy cheeks and nose buried in a book with ur legs up to ur chest in the lawn chair. You looked like you were exactly where you belonged. Next to him enjoying the comfortable silence. His favorite summer with you.

You peeled your eyes from the fascinating story nestled in your hands only to be met with your lovers, already drinking you in. you see the long-haired boy shoot you warm smile knowing he’s been caught.

“Whatcha looking at, rockstar” you smirk. Jake felt his heart flutter, your voice smooth like tupelo honey. Never has a woman had him in this much of a chokehold.

“Oh nothing… just my beautiful, beautiful girl” he says standing up from his seat beside you. He made his way to you resting his arms on each side of the chair essentially trapping you in. His torso bent over you as you look up at Jake the sun eclipsed by his head creating a beautiful halo glow around him. His skin sheen with the glistening sweat from the hot summer air. His hair tussled around from the lake water. You’ve never looked at him with so much adoration and love, and Jake could spot it from miles away. His heart began pumping faster and faster. You guys hadn’t even been together a year yet, was it too soon?

He finally speaks up “I was just admiring how natural this feels, here, with you. Wouldn’t trade it for the world…” He whispers trailing off as his eyes dart across your face, admiring the way the sun shone just right. His hands cupping your face like a missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Everything felt so right.

“..I love you.” he continued on, entranced by your loving gaze.

It wasn’t a grand gesture, not that you were one for those anyway. It was intimate, a moment shared between you two, and you two only. It wasn’t forced, it wasn’t used for show. It was real and it was natural. You’re immensely thankful Jake was emotionally secure enough to be so open and vulnerable with you.

A small smile tugged at your lips as your already sunburnt cheeks flushed to an even more crimson shade. Jake swore he felt his knees buckle. Though you hadn’t replied just yet, Jake knew. The love in your eyes sold it. His body still leaning over your own sat in the lawn chair, you pull him down a bit further by his necklace placing a gentle kiss to his soft lips.

“I love you more, my Jake.” you whisper as you pull away.

Jake replays the memory in his head. It’s been you all along. He was so blinded by his own bad habits, he shut you out. The one thing in his 27 years of life aside from his music that actually made him feel something. You were his wildest most cherished dream, left wilting from his own venom laced words. Slamming the drawer shut, Jake wasted no time grabbing his keys making his way to the car. No plan in mind.

His only purpose being to get his woman back, to make things right.

Picking his phone up he frantically dials Josh.

“Josh? Josh? hello?” Jake spews into the phone hearing josh pick up.

“What’s up?” Josh answers.

“I need you to tell me where y/n is at. I know you’ve kept in contact, she tells you everything. I don’t care what you say. I need her back. She’s the one josh i-i- i can’t lose her.” The long haired boy proclaimed choking back sobs. Josh had never heard his brother in such distress.

“Even if i make a fool of myself i need to show her I’m hers indefinitely. Ive made no efforts in proving that to her and especially now that she’s carrying my baby I can’t let that slip out of reach. Please Joshua… i need this.” He breathes. Josh is silent contemplating if he should say something. Hearing the anguish in his little brothers voice, he can’t bear to keep it from him any longer.

“Look i won’t say too much. Just think of your favorite summer, it’s evidently hers as well. I gotta go, ill talk to u later”

“Thank you thank you thank y-“ Jake is cut off by josh ending the call. He wastes no time rushing to you. Mentally preparing for this long drive ahead of him.

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You sat on the living room floor mindlessly flipping through old magazines that were once neatly tucked in a corner, boredom obviously taking its course. The phone call with josh long forgotten about, since then you’ve changed into jakes old band tee you found in one of the drawers here. You hear tires on the dirt road and headlights making its way towards the house. Frightened, you pick up a kitchen knife clutching your bra less chest. You hold your breath as a car door slams and footsteps approach.

A soft knock on the cabin door and you feel the hairs on your arms raise. You peek your eye in the peep hole, after seeing who was behind the door you would’ve much rather it have been a murderer. Seeing those smooth caramel eyes you’ve missed so much only pains you, and reminds you of the hurt he caused. Every harsh word now on repeat. You sigh setting the knife down and pulling the door open.

“Hello” You greet, voice small.

‘You sound pathetic’ you think to yourself

“Y/n please…. I know its so soon and you without a doubt deserve space but I can’t bear another second without. God i was so stupid, you’ve given me nothing but undeniable support and love and I’ve taken that for granted. I should’ve talked things ou-“

“jake…” you cut him off, the softness of your voice ringing in his ears like music from angels themselves. He’s been craving the sound of your voice.

“Please just come inside and we’ll talk you haven’t even stepped foot in the door” you continue

“So.. you’ll hear me out? We can fix this right?” His eager eyes bouncing back and forth between your own, searching for some sort of non-verbal answer.

“I never said that Jacob…” you trail off allowing him to step inside.

“Can i grab you anything to drink?” You offer, Jake mesmerized by your hospitality even in the midst of a broken heart. He didn’t think he could be more enamored by you, but alas.

“I’m not some random guest y/n, i want to prove to you how sorry i am. Please..” he whispers inching closer to you. You look down a sigh escaping past your lips. You look back up at him, he sees the hurt flash in your eyes as you recall the phone call.

“Why did you say those things?” Keeping steady eye contact. It was now your turn to look for the answers in his irises.

“I don’t know honey, I don’t know.. the only logical explanation i can give you is i was scared. But that’s no excuse and i’m fully aware. Things had already been so bad between us it was eating me alive. I thought if I wasn’t even able to care and provide for you how I should’ve the last 2 months, how was i meant to provide for an entirely new human? I realized i was treating you in a way i never thought I would in a million years. I promised myself to cherish a love like yours should i ever have the privilege of being graced by your love and affection and i was blind. So fucking blind. Kids haven’t always been my thing baby you know that and i want nothing more than to have this with you now and to have a family to call our own. I’ve come to my senses. I don’t know what washed over me i let my fear get the best of me. I usually know what to say but there’s no words in the English language to describe the sorrow i feel. I’m so fucking sorry y/n.” He finishes blinking away the brewing tears. You sit almost mute if it weren’t for your shaky breathing.

“Please.. say something, anything” he pleads, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“Jake i wanna forgive you I’m just hurt, 5 years and not once have i been treated like this by you. I thought, you know, telling you the news would alleviate the tension between us. I was hoping you’d somehow realize it was all silly, and the fighting wasn’t like us. Instead you pushed me away further. Am i so terrible Jacob?” You ask dropping your gaze to your feet.

“No my love, i was just being foolish and immature. I let emotions cloud logic, I spoke what felt right at the time being and it was the worst mistake of my life. If i could take it all back i would, you have no fucking idea the lengths i’d go to undo my actions.” He says taking your face in his hand. Closing your eyes, you nestle your cheek into the warmth of his calloused palm.

Oh, how you’ve missed this. You quickly snap out of it before continuing on.

“where were you that morning, Jake? josh called asking for you but you said you were with the boys.” you say peeling your cheek away from his hand. Chest rising and falling with anticipation.

“I was with them for the first part of the morning my love, i was. But i did slip out the minute it was over instead of hanging around how they always do. I went to grab some breakfast to try and untangle the mess that was my brain at the time. I saw a dad alone with his two daughters, i think the mom might’ve been busy but the dad looked so worn out. Completely defeated, and it scared me. It’s still no excuse for the way i treated you prior to the news. I was taking my workload home with me and i pinned faults on you to try and alleviate some of the tension. I’m so sorry baby, you don’t deserve it at all. You were nothing but patient with me a- and-“ his voice cracks his head now hung in shame as his throat tightens up, tears slipping past the ducts.

“-and i failed you y/n. I ran home and called josh to try and gain some sensibility. I voiced the intrusive thoughts that were in no way the truth. I think i just let everything get to my head and i went into this existential questioning mode. I’ll regret it eternally.” he continues, lips now parted flicking his eyes between your own.

“My Jake, I’m not upset at you being scared. This is terrifying. We’re so young i don’t expect you to have this figured out. You’re doing so well with your music. I feel terrible, you have no idea. But i’m just as scared as you are. This is supposed to be a help me help you. No matter how terrifying, this was painstakingly meant for us. This was in store for us whether we like it or not and i honestly couldn’t be more grateful, Jake. I know we can make this work. If there’s anyone in the world I’d want this with its you, I need to you to be emotionally present…please jake” you say hopeful.

“I know we can honey, and I will. You won’t ever have to worry about anything. You can quit your job, I’ll provide for the three of us, you won’t have to lift a finger anymore. You can come with us on tour and i’ll be by your side every step of the way. I will make sure the traveling is as comfortable as can be for my pregnant little lady” he says pulling you in closer by the hand.

“I’m gonna need time Jake, i can’t just ask that of you. And to be frank, your words hurt. Everything is so fresh we can’t just move past it in one day. You didn’t even call me or anything Jake, radio silence. I understand if that was the space you needed but not even to check if I’m okay?” You choke.

“I know my love, I’m incredibly disappointed with myself you have no idea. I should’ve called. I just knew if I were in your shoes I wouldn’t have wanted to be around me either. I figured the least I could do was give you the space you needed. You don’t know how desperately I wanted to call you and text you and run out there, but that would’ve been selfish of me. To say hurtful things and beg you to stay? I deserved you’re absence. I should’ve reached out. I’m so fucking sorry. I have no clue what got to me it was all nonsense, I was being incredibly immature”

“It’s just disappointing, what did I do wrong Jake?” You whisper your eyes flicking between his plump lips and his caring eyes.

“Nothing baby, you did absolutely nothing wrong. I was being an asshole. You don’t deserve that in the slightest. Let me show you how sorry i am baby, let me take care of you” he whispers lips connecting with your pulse point, the light suction sending chills down your spine.

“I’m sorry, my love. I’m so sorry” gently whispering fighting the crack in his voice, punctuating each apology with a kiss to ur soft skin.

“Jake please not right no-“ you’re cut off by his lips crashing onto yours. Your lips move together like it was the first time you’d ever shared a kiss, eager and love drunk.

“let me make things right.” He whispers resting his forehead on your own.

“You’re all I’ve ever needed” moving to place a kiss behind your ear.

“Jake please” you breathe.

“I’m sorry” he repeats again but only gripping the larger fitting t-shirt of his clung around your body.

His lips meet yours again as he slowly backs you into the counter. Kneeling down in front of you, feeling your hands trace over the top of his head strumming through his long hair. Jake begins pulling at the hem of the shirt the smell of vanilla permeating his nose. The kiss ceases as you realize where this is going.

“Jake we can’t do this, we have to-“ your frantic words seem to go dormant as your shirt is quickly discarded. He strokes the back of your legs and ass pulling your lower half further into him, staring at each other with your lust-filled eyes.

“I just need to taste you, show you how much I need you.” He plants a kiss to your abdomen, finger hooking the thin fabric uncovering the sweet pool of honey.

“Is this okay baby?” he hums against your skin.

You let out a whimper, his lips quirk up in a smile knowing you wanted this just as bad.

The underwear falls as he guides your legs upward to help you step out of them, kicking it to the side using the counter to support your weight. Letting your right leg sit comfortably on his shoulder as he circles your clit with his thumb. Looking deep into your eyes and watching you cave under his touch is more than he can handle, your his greatest strength and undeniable weakness.

Wasting no time, his tongue hungrily glides through your folds, jake completely enamored by the sweetness of your aching cunt. God how you missed him. He’s desperate at this point, the impression of his fingers on your skin, the way your chest drops with every exhale, the tug of your bottom lip between your teeth as your head drops back. The way you fuck back into his face as though this insatiable hunger for one another isn’t one sided.

He pulls back emitting a whimper from you. He quickly but gently bends you over the counter. Admiring the heart shape your ass resembles, he gives a light smack. A smile dances across his lips at the absolute bliss upon your once tear-stained face. He sprinkles light kisses over the small of your back before running his hand back over your soaking wet slit.

“Spread your legs beautiful, I need to see all of you” to which you gracefully oblige.

“Atta girl” he smirks. You swear you could climax from his words alone.

He licked one long stripe starting from your taint stopping just shy of your clit before sucking slightly, his tongue then running up and down the small crevice, your arousal being lapped as though this were his last meal.

“Jesus Christ Jake…….so good” you whimper, your breathy moans like the soft song of a siren, reeling him in stronger than ever before.

“all I ever want is to make you feel good honey, I’m all yours” he says before continuing one of his favorite acts of service. He snakes a hand up to your breasts giving one a light squeeze. He slowly pinched and rolls your sensitive nipple in between his pointer and thumb eliciting a pornographic moan from you.

“You’re all mine” he says, ravenously burying his face into your dripping cunt.

You arch your back lifting your ass giving him more access to what seemed to be his own personal form of heroin, an insatiable hunger only you could satisfy. You’re close, and he knows it too. Keeping the tempo he begins to bring both knees to the hardwood kitchen floor in attempts to give you the chance to slightly sit on his face.

He drops his hold on your breasts using the same hand to circle your clit continuing his assault. The newfound feeling of synchronization between his tongue and finger becoming too much to handle.

“My god Jake, I’m so close” you groan pulling his hair for leverage. You start grinding into his mouth before allowing yourself to fully submit to the feeling.

“ I’m cum-“ you squeak out before the rush of your orgasm cuts you off.

Jake starts massaging your side as physical praise. The nectar drips from your cunt into his mouth, Jake hums in approval at your arousal. You ride out your high on his face. You look back at him with lust and admiration. He pulls back and turns you around grasping your thighs as he begins to clean you with his mouth. Repeated kisses on your legs and stomach. The maintained eye contact, trying to burn this moment into his brain. You look down at him pushing the single strand of hair out of his now glistening face. He stares up at you.

“You look so pretty when you come on my face you know?” He smirks.

You roll your eyes and smile. Searching for the now discarded t-shirt. Jake stands up collecting himself. He pulls you in by the arm before you can get dressed.

“I love you immensely y/n, i will spend every waking day of my life proving that to our little family” he says placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I was so stupid my love, I had everything I’ve ever dreamed of and I took advantage. I’m not asking you to forgive me right away but just know I will fight for you until my deathbed” he continued, pulling you into his embrace.

“Please just communicate your thoughts with me Jake, we’ve been in this so long. This needs to be a help me help you. No matter how irrational you think the issue may be. I love you far too much to be apart from you” You say staring into his eyes. He places a hand over his heart before solemnly swearing to do so.

The two of you make your way into the old bedroom, his eyes sadden at your clothes spilling out of the duffel bag in the corner. It may have only been 24 hours apart but it shouldn’t even have come to that. His heart clenched at the thought of you feeling like you had to resort to isolation. Although, he knows he would’ve done the same had he been in your shoes. He grabs your hand pulling you into his chest, fingers scratching at your scalp. The way he held you was enough to relive you of any hurt or ailment in your body. The intimacy and closeness you two lacked for so long finally shining through like a streak of sunlight in a window after a terrible storm. You feel the shakiness of his breath before he begins to speak.

“I know I’ve said it many times before my love, but I truly am sorry. You shouldn’t have been alone. God, how scared you must’ve been.” He breathes looking up as if to hold back the tears fighting to escape.

“Thinking of you falling asleep by yourself last night is agonizing. I should’ve been there for you.” He whispers.

“What happened, happened Jakey. Let’s not dwell on what we can no longer change. Please… I don’t wanna think about it any longer. I want to focus on moving forward. I want to be the best version of me for our child” you say pulling away, both of you looking down to your abdomen with sad smiles.

“Did you come here because it was the first time we said i love you to eachother?” He blurts, eyes darting between your own. Scared of what you might say.

“Maybe..” you flush, shying your face away. A smile lights up his face.

“The moment was just so perfect, Jake. So intimate. Something special just for us, no interruptions. We were so happy, young, and in love. After we said it we got so drunk Jakey, you serenaded me with that mic all night. Any song I spoke of you strummed that guitar immediately. I knew i wanted you forever, right then and there.” You giggled

“I was quite the serenader, wasn’t i?” he jokes. Pulling you in by your waist he looks up smiling as he recalls the memory.

“I will play as many songs if it means I can see your pretty smile” he says leaning down giving you a peck on the lips. You two just held each other for a moment before deciding a shower was your best bet after your little reconciliation.

The shower was nothing short of intimate. Soft touches, hands raking through each others hair as the shampoo lathers. Just basking in each others presence. The two of you sat in silence, not a word uttered. You guys seemed to have an unspoken mutual agreement that you needed to make up for lost time in touches. It had been so long since Jake had been so attentive and gentle with you. You finally felt the love you two once had circle its way back. He stayed behind you washing the conditioner from your hair.

“I love you baby” Jake states, breaking the silence. He reaches around, kissing you softly.

“You’re divine, my woman. I can’t get enough of you, I’m sorry again baby.” He says pecking your shoulder. You hum in adoration letting your head rest back on his shoulder as he lathers your body.

You two wrap up the shower after having taken the time to allow yourselves to attentively care for one another again.

You sit naked on the bed with a towel in your hair, book in hand, neither of you bothering to change. Just eager to finally be in each others presence again. Jake is walking around the room, collecting your scattered clothes and packing them up.

“My Jake, just come lay down” you whine wanting nothing but to lay in bed together, to feel a long awaited sense of normalcy between the two of you. You close your book and set it beside you as you watch him circle the room.

“Soon my lady, one more thing” he says, a smirk worn proudly like he was scheming something. He waltzed into the closet finding his old straw hat. He rests it atop his head picking up his old acoustic. Still unclothed , the instrument acting as a garment for his lower half. He strums the familiar tune to ‘Til There Was You’. Your smile beams as you recall the old Beatles song.

“Thought I’d put on a long awaited show on for my special lady and our little bean” He laughs unable to take himself seriously. You giggle as well before responding.

“Take it away, my love!” you encourage as he begins singing the song purposefully off key. Fingers strumming perfectly to the tune.

“No, i never sawrrrrrr them at alllllllllll” he exaggerates.

You two break out into fits of laughter as he rids himself of his guitar and hat diving into bed with you. The room falls silent as you guys lay, you remove your the towel from your hair getting comfortable under the covers. Jake silently admiring your glow, coming to the realization its been lost for so long. Ever since he grew distant, you didn’t shine the same, even hearing your laugh tonight struck something within him. He’s pained he’s the cause of your light dimming. He finally speaks up, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Thank you for giving me the chance to prove myself to you again. You deserve to shine baby.” He whispers into your neck

“Mhm, don’t make me regret it” you squint your eyes at him playfully. You both laugh before sighing in contentment.

“You know I saw the food laying on the counter, I wish i could take it all back. I’ll thank you endlessly.” He says nuzzling his head into your neck entangling your legs together as his torso rested atop yours. Enjoying the intimacy of laying unclad together, it’s been far too long.

“I just never want you to speak of me like that behind my back again, I felt so unwanted. I trust that you’ll communicate those thoughts to me directly from now on” you say playing with strands of his hair.

“We’re too old for that kind of stuff now, Jakey.” You continue on.

“I’ll never let anything come between us again, i will stop at nothing to ensure your happiness. And 9 months from now i shall do the same for the little one” he says drawing shapes on your stomach. A newfound appreciation for one another, a tighter metaphorical knot now formed between the both of you. You two were made for each other and you know your baby will be so loved. Now its just one step at a time. You wouldn’t trade him for the world, he lays there completely and irrevocably enthralled by your love.

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hi! I have an idea for a fic about Larissa/psychic reader(she's a teacher) ! I hope you'll like it!☺

R has visions, they're not all meant to happen and she knows that, the thing is, she doesn't know how to control it and when she touch people or people touch her, she doesn't only have visions, she share them too and she doesn't know how to stop that from happenning. So she wears gloves so there's no skin contact with people. These days, she seems to have very explicit visions about a specific person, her boss (of all people). And even if she's very aware that her visions aren't always true, she can't stop thinking about it. Somehow one day, she took off her gloves for whatever reason she had and forgot to put them back on and her hand brushed Larissa's and they both fell in a very specific vision (you could describe the vision if you want😁). Larissa's cheeks were flushed, she's was chocked by what she just saw and she asked R to explain what happenned.....and they end up having sex, you can be creative and add every kinks you want! Please?☺

I hope you wanna write it!

-shy anon🦋

What’s foretold 18+

*Authors note~ oooo I love this idea for reader to be psychic so im so excited to write this. I’m sorry for only one fic tonight my faints have been playing me up*

Trigger warnings~ Dom l Sub L mommy kink oral strap on thigh riding praise degrading humiliation breeding kink semi public sex sharing submissive r (mentioned) corruption kink

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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You always made sure to adorn your gloves, they were made of the softest silk and you had s variety of colours to fit with your outfits, but the burgundy pair are your favourites. Psychics weren't a rare kind of outcasts but the type of psychic you are was most definitely rather unheard of. Because of the gloves, most people assumed you had elemental powers or something similar. The truth was touch, giving or receiving, would result in violently graphic visions. Not only that but whoever touched you was also subjected to what you saw. Visions aren't said to be reliable all the time, sometimes you saw the most horrific things and sometimes you saw some amazing things. There was no middle ground here for you.

Having your ability basically control your life was hard. You couldn't touch anyone really without showing them what you saw and that you couldn't control what you saw was upsetting. For those reasons you were rather isolated and extremely uncomfortable around others, always making sure no skin was showing to prevent the sharing.

Recently, you were being plagued with rather explicit visions of your boss. Highly inappropriate, you knew that but were absolutely powerless to stop them. They'd been happening for the past two weeks, lots of different visions but none the less hotter than the previous one. Recently, the vision you had was repeating over and over again was causing some issues for you. Being around the woman in question became too difficult for you, you would end up blushing and unable to keep eye contact with her even going as far as to stumble over your words.

Because of that reason you spent a lot of time in your classroom, alone and safe to let your skin breathe a little. You had some earphones in doing some marking which is how you missed her arrival. The beats distracting you from the world around you until you felt it. Your body violently thrown backward into a vision. Scanning the room to find the human who touched you, you were mortified to realise it was the headmistress. Her eyes transfixed onto the sight in front of you.

Larissa Weems hated meetings with the board, they were old and stuffy and often had outdated views. This meeting was rather interesting because before it started you and the headmistress had engaged in a extremely hot make out session where you began to rut against her toned thigh, until they knocked. Slight panic filled the blonde before she urged you under the desk and began the meeting. For the first few minutes you sat in shock, but hearing how stressed the older woman was, you felt compelled to help her out. And that's how she found herself trying to focus on those stuffy people while you licked, kissed and sucked over her long luscious legs and her clothed core. A subtle roll of the older woman's hips spurred you on to slide her underwear to the side and lick at her soaked folds.

You were forced out of the vision, jumping away as if the contact had burnt your skin and hurriedly shove your gloves on your hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" you whimpered over and over sounding like an afraid child. Larissa just seemed to be dazed, processing what she'd accidentally seen. You were spiralling, words flying from your mouth before you even had the chance to process what you were saying.

Larissa noticed how you were afraid of her reaction so she decided to take the risk, approaching you and slamming your lips together in a kiss. The kiss seemed to restart your failing brain as you pulled away gasping for air, "o god you kissed me? Did you want to oh-" you were shut up with another kiss. "Shush love, I don't mind what I saw, in fact it was nice to see it rather than just imagine it" she mumbled against your lips. "I uh um" you stuttered trying to process the woman's words but settled for another passionate kiss.

You relocated eagerly to Larissa's office as she wanted to discuss what she saw with you. But as things do, one thing led to the other and you now found yourself lip locked with your boss on her sofa. You straddling her thigh as she guided your hips into slow and steady movements of rutting against her. Your sex pulsing with the pleasure the movements caused. "Ris? " you panted resting your forehead to hers, "I uh im I never uh" you mumbled blushing embarrassed, almost as if you handing been dragging your clothed drenched cunt over her smooth milky white thighs.

"Oh pretty girl, mommys gonna take such good care of you, the visions showed you hmm?" She teased stroking your thigh and you couldn't help but flush bright red, remembering one vision that had Larissa and a fiery redhead sharing you around as if you were nothing but a common whore, a mindless fuck toy for them to absolutely use and abuse all your holes. They worked in tandem until you were fucked dumb. "Mhm they did please" you whimpered, "want you to take me" was all the blonde needed to hear, for her to scoop you into her arms and your legs wrapped around her waist.

Truly you don't remember how or when but as soon as your back hit the bed, it was nothing but skin hitting the crisp sheets. Larissa stripped herself down to her underwear in a hope to make you feel less insecure, which completely worked because you were absolutely transfixed by the goddess in front of you. Larissa adored taking her time, exploring every inch of the virgin skin, what made you whine and whimper and what made you gasp. How if she sucked on your rosey pert bud your mouth would fall open ever so slightly and your hips buck upwards for her.

But truly something that she couldn't get enough of us your gasp as her tongue found your untouched folds. "Oh oh mommy" you whimpered enjoying the new yet strange but pleasant feeling of her tongue working on your slick folds. Because it was your first time, Larissa was extra careful but she can't deny when you came with an unexpected cry for her she couldn't help the need that doubled within her. "Oh fuck god was that" you tried and the blonde chucked. "You had an orgasm love." "More?" You mumbled with a satisfied yet lustful needy gaze. "Mommy can get her strap love? But it might hurt a little." You considered it for a thorough three seconds before pleading with her for that.

You couldn't take your eyes off the tall woman as she strapped the faux dick to her hips. "Mommy? Can't you just?" You trailed off not wanting to upset the shape shifter but curiosity was definitely killing you. "Oh sweetheart, I can and I will one day but I'm much bigger and thicker than my friend here", the smirk on her gorgeous lips said it all really. "Oh fuck me" you groaned and let your head meet the pillows. "Don't have to tell me twice" was the witty response you got before she approached your tired body once more.

You'd heard the horror stories of the first time, and truly it did hurt a tiny bit but if you could stick it out the pain would soon morph into something more enjoyable for you. Larissa made sure to comfort you as she slipped into your velvety walls. "Oh sweetheart I know, I know it hurts love, your doing so so well for me. Taking me so good. Almost all in love" she murmured pressing kisses to your neck or cheeks.

"Mommy" you whined, feeling her slip a hand to your aching clit, "please please" you whimpered. "Okay love, okay. We got to take things slowly otherwise you'll hurt sweetheart." The first few thrusts of her hips were slightly strange but you soon felt the pleasure become completely overwhelming for you. "Mommy! More more please" you mewled happily, causing the woman to pick her pace up and latching herself onto your pulse point. The feeling of your heart beating between her lips was truly something else. The moment her teeth scraped your pulse point you couldn't help but begin to beg and plead with her to make you cum for her.

Larissa moved your leg over her shoulder allowing her a deeper angle which was what threw you off the cliff into pools of blissful pleasure. "Mommy fuck no more please no more" you mumbled as you came back down from your high. "Okay sweetheart, kiss me?" The request has you doing a double take but happily obliging. Larissa used that opportunity to nibble on your lip, which caused you to moan happily and allowed her to slip from your drenched centre and distract you from any possible soreness there.

You were out of it, your first time being so magical and wonderful and truly but the visions you'd had to absolute shame. Larissa Weems is certainly one of a kind. You could tell that by how carful she was by cleaning the mess off your thighs. Even daring to get a cheeky extra taste before coming to hold you. "Are you okay sweetheart?" At first the mumbled reply was hard to hear so you repeated yourself, "mm so good better than visions so better" which caused the blonde to laugh and hold you close. "Okay sweetheart, you're exhausted. Get some rest."

Word count~ 1852

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faislittlewhiteraven · 3 months

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Undertale/ISAT crossover thoughts

Don't really want to write one myself (already got enough fics I'm failing to write XD) but ever since I finished In Stars and Time I've been thinking how I'd write a crossover between these two amazing games and I figured I'd share my notes in case anyone needs a bit of help/motivation in writing their own~ =D

Warning: These will mostly be in 'order of thought' as it's all barebones stuff. Also contains FULL spoilers for both Undertale and In Stars and Time so er, if you're still looking to play those/still getting through them don't read this and please play this incredible games.

Mt Ebott is located on The Island and the shattering of the Barrier brings the ability to see color back to all those on the (ISAT) surface.

Humans losing the ability to see color in ISAT was due to them/the 'wish wizards' of The Island sacrificing it (along side their seven strongest 'colour casters') in a Wish Craft ritual, naturally leading to humanity losing most of their 'colour magic' knowledge.

Undertale's 'sepia flashbacks' were all Chara's memories of how the world looked to them, BUT once in the Underground they were able to see (and remember things on the Surface) in color (hence the whole 'golden flowers' bit; it was still mostly just a cover story but Chara genuinely wished that they could see their favorite flower field as the 'gold' they realized it was rather than the 'mid tones' they saw it as on the Surface).

...The 'erasure' of the Island I'm thinking might've been accidentally poor Chara and Asriel's fault: with Chara's 'ritual' killing of themselves via buttercup taking three days to happen, Chara being from the Island insisting Asriel always give them flowers in groups of three, seven and thirteen, and an entire Underground filled with tons and tons of 'trapped' wishes from monster kind for their freedom combining with Chara's self loathing/desire to hurt those who hurt them trapping them in a loop that Just. Wouldn't. End. until Chara eventually snapped and pulled a 'May these people, this Island, EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE WHO'D EVER HURT THE MONSTERS I LOVE including me BE ERASED UNTIL THE MONSTERS ARE FREE!' and um. Welp. There went an entire nation... (also Flowey eventually remembered some of this but only after going back to being Flowey post Asriel and probably it took a while for him to sort through all that).

Which er, means in this fic, that the people of The Island and the Island itself are still 100% there but they've all spent roughly 8 years or so all blitzed out of their minds: Need to think of Chara's exact wish wording so its not just 'corpses everywhere' but very good odds the people on the Island were either running on full automatic for years or able to remember some stuff but only if they very very carefully did not think of themselves as their own countrymen/used the languages of elsewhere/were careful not to think of where they were as any actual location within their country...

...Which naturally would effect the kids by far the most as their very language is basically a brown note (bilingual types could at least swap over to a different language but likely most of The Island was rendered silent) and well, pretty hard to remember Mt Ebbot is the mountain that must not be climbed when you can't think of the locations around you by name and the adults may or may not remember the kids exist half the time so... Yeah. Cue a lot of kids climbing up the mountain due to both lack of warnings and increased chances of feeling ignored/isolated/hurt.

Aka why in Undertale we can never hear/read anything Frisk says, why the monsters outside of Flowey/Asriel never refer to Chara by name and why no one remembers Frisk's name until after the Barrier shatters: Chara's 'Wish' couldn't be broken until then.

Not sure where all the anime and high tech that's washing into the Underground is coming from but either The Island used to be a massive tech hub prior to memory erasure, a LOT of tech was lost along with the loss of color or The Island's memory erasure in the ISAT world color magitech? maybe the wizards tried to seal away more than just monsters?, or IDK maybe the Underground barrier techincally had them displaced outside of Space and Time a bit and the garbage that was washing in was from literally everywhere thanks to the Universe wanting to help them or something (side note: realizing the memory erasure from Chara may have accidentally snipped Universe worship from the monsters as well since they clearly venerate the stars also but well. That longing for the stars DID cause them pain so..).

Imagining that Siffrin and party are in Bambouche meeting Bonnie's sister (or idk, having a vacation or reunion there if you wanna give Siff a bit more recovery/'explaining his issues to his family' time) when the Barrier is broken and all the colors come rushing back. Best first sunset ever (right before the entire Surface world kinda flips out over color, and to a lesser extent those familiar with The Island start remembering more and more details as the 'curse' weakens a little with every monster leaving Mt Ebbot) followed up by Siffren and the others absolutely losing their minds over how beautiful the stars are with just a tiny bit of color to them (the stars no longer being passively pushed out of people's awareness helps).

Anyway next day the party realize they have to investigate: Partly because Siff is well, kind of losing their mind over being able to see and remember home a little, but also because W.T.F and the Island is clearly the epicenter of everything going on. ...Also Siff may remember childhood stories about colors being locked away to serve as warning for if the Monsters returned so um. That's could be a thing.

Meanwhile the Monsters are getting a MUCH warmer reception from the local humans than they ever could've imagined (accidentally saving a nation from enforced amnesia kinda does that) and are also very confused as to why no one knows who they should get in contact with for formal alliance stuff (not sure if The Island has much of a government left at this point honestly...)

Would Flowey and the ghosty Chara acompanying Frisk count as Sadnesses???

... And er, that's all I got plot/setup wise. Most of my brain energy had been spent on imagining what soul colors all the ISAT cast have and also 'What Pokemon would they all be if they ended up in a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon game?' so have a list with my reasoning on that front! =D

Siffrin: Blue/Integrity - Might seem like an odd choice given his constant lying/acting but like. Given all of the memory erasure and the torture of the loops Siffrin's absolute refusal to compromise his family's happiness/safety or use the loops for literally anything not 'helping family/ending the loops' based (even when he's basically losing his mind and could really use just... Taking a loop or three to goof off or something) just screams how devoted he is to what he believes in and well, the amount he lies syncs up well with how insane he's going so yeah. Siffren is an Integrity soul who's having a really really hard time being true to himself due to all the wobbie breaking he's gone through all his life. Specifically I like to picture his soul as a very dark, deep black/blue with little pinpricks of other colored light (mostly green, red and yellow), like a tiny heart shaped starry night's sky <3 (And er, bet that soul went very 'red/bleeding sky' as he was losing it in Act 5; Determination isn't his color by nature but they were not well at that point at all).

Isabeau: Cyan/Patience - Isa is super kind and all sorts of things but what really sets him apart is just how patient he is about everything (in ways both good and bad). I like to imagine his soul looking like a blue daytime sky, maybe with the odd white cloud and yellow 'sun' dot: partly because it fits him but also partly to cutely contrast Siffrin's. *cue me humming Like Morning Follows Night from the RWBY OST because I mean. It kinda fits honestly

Mirabelle: Orange/Bravery and/or Yellow/Justice - Again another 'you might not think so' but like. Mirabelle is hella gutsy despite her anxiety and I admire her so so much (also JUSTICE BARRIER REFLECT AGAINST THE KING YAAAAGH! XD) Not super attached to it as Isa and Siff's but the orange/yellow glow of a sunset (maybe with some pink/purple along the edges to show her Perseverance <3).

Odiel: Green/Kindness - She's hella awkward about how much she cares and not the greatest at reading situations/reacting gently but like. Her sheer affection towards the others, her always watching and coming out with the bandages and how she point blank tells Siff 'nope, not angry at you nearly blowing up the world. Also you trying to do that because you love us is cute' means I can't really see her any other way~ Not sure if her soul would be dark green (for more Integrity) or more light green (for more Justice) but all in all, very very green, like light/dark speckled leaves <3

Bonnie: Purple/Perseverance - This kid endures so much so well I swear (they're also really brave so a little orange would work well too but despite everything I don't think bravery is their main characteristic). I like to think of their soul as very 'purple evening clouds with bits of brave orange gold/setting sun on the edges'.

And Loop has a White boss monster soul for reasons; thinking that in this crossover that Monsters believe that they were born from the Universe's compassion (with The Islander's myths claiming they're the result of failed/'cursed' wishes like the 'brother who can understand my suffering Wish Craft' fairytale Siff finds in the Orary room) and both Monsters and the Islanders believing Sadnesses are born from forcing a wish of cruelty/sorrow that goes against the will of the Universe (cue Chara and Flowey who probably were Sadnesses in this until the breaking of the Barrier grumbling that yeah that sounds about right and The King from ISAT proving to even more aaagh than he already was).

And yeah. I'm out of babble thoughts now so hope that this was interesting for you all and please feel free to yoink any ideas that snag your interest <3

#fais fanfic rambles #Undertale #In Stars and Time #fanfic #fanfiction #crossover #crossover fanart #ut #ISAT #undertale spoilers #isat spoilers #in stars and time spoilers #I love Chara (narraChara FTW) but like ISAT's setup is perfect for innocent child's wish to get turned into country ending nightmare fuel #just imagining how the people of ISAT react to the world suddenly being ALL THE COLORS is far too fun to imagine honestly #budding fashion designer Isabeau is both more excited and stressed than he's ever been in his life (well discounting Siff stuff anyway XD)#Siffrin is... Probably having a time of it remembering so much #On the bright side possible little sibling figure/'looper's understanding' with Frisk?#Most of this is just world building rather than any kind of plot or character interactions honestly #Where DID the anime come from???#First night post color return was probably a world wide Event though for both humans and monsters #Siff probably in tears stargazing and REMEMBERING that night #fanfiction ramble #fanfic notes #undertale fanfiction #ISAT fanfic #In Stars and Time fanfiction #there its out of my head #may other find it useful for their own fanfic ideas

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anabetel35 · 10 months

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If you like Kuwei, whatever you do, just don’t think about how he probably grew up isolated from his peers because of his father’s status. How he probably took to reading because no one around him could spare a single second for him. How, when he and his father had to flee the country and were captured by the Fjerdans, he probably realized that what happened to him was a perfect backstory for a main character of some epic story. How, when he had to watch his father try to create a drug that could enslave and kill nearly all Grisha in the world, people just like the two of them, his biggest comfort came from the silly belief that at the end of his story, he too would have everything that he wanted — a family, a lover, a friend, just anyone who would finally care about him. Recognition. Joy. Love.

How, when his father died and he was left alone, a small, delusional, cruel part of him was almost sure that it was necessary for him to then be loved. How, when the Crows came for him, deep down, he fully expected them to be his new family. How, even when everyone was cold to him on the ship, he still tired to convince himself that it was because one of theirs was on the brink of death. How he dumbly tried to tell himself that they won’t actually turn him over to the merchant that wants him because they’re reasonable people. How he spent his days and nights in a cold tomb, pushing down the memories of his now dead father and his grim future, all alone, curled up in a corner.

How he had developed a crush on Jesper, bright, kind, warm Jesper, as if he could do anything else, and then had to watch helplessly as that ray of sunshine ignored him, as he got closer to the boy that had his face. How his skills and efforts were ignored just because what he might know seemed far more important to the people around him. How, not more than two days before the auction where his death would be faked, he got kissed by the man he began to adore and then was disliked for it by the only member of the team that actually tried to befriend him for a while.

How he had to stand tall in front of all the people, all those merchants, the royalty, the warriors, the guards, the farmers, the children, everyone, all the people who came to the Church of barter just to see who he’d be sold to. How he had to trust the six teens who only had qualms about killing him because he was worth a whole lot of money, with his life as different governments called out numbers that could feed the whole world for an entire lifetime. How the last thing that he could’ve seen before he died if the bullet that hit his chest missed his button even by a single hair, was the chaos ‘Brekker and his Crows’ started.

How, when he woke up, he barely had any time to calm down because one of the teens, the Drüskelle, was dead. How he now had to mourn him now, too, along with all that he lost. How, when he was laying down on the ship to pretend he’s dead, he realized that the people he saw as his saviors less than two months ago, and as the thing that he wanted more than life, didn’t care for him at all anymore. That they might even be happier if he died. How, as he neared the sea, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d let his one chance at happiness higher along the canal and that he was now destined for a life of despair.

How, when he arrived to the Little Palace, he wasn’t met with kindness or friendly faces. How he had to hide the fact that the thing he worked on day and night was the cure to a drug that his father had created, a drug that could’ve destroyed Grisha all around the world. How he was their only hope in the war against Fjerda. How he spent his nights awake dreaming of being a part of the family that the Crows clearly were. How he couldn’t seem to fit in anywhere he went.

Most importantly of all, don’t think about the fact that he’d been alone all his life.

#since no one else seems to be rambling about him I had to do it myself #but seriously why do we as the entirety of TWO fandoms sleep on this man so fucking much???#he’s an amazing character we just didn’t get to see him a whole lot #but Zoya’s description of him (as snobbish as he is talented) should be enough to make us go feral about him #like yes he’s a little shit but 1) we love him for it and 2) so is Kaz and we love him too #and there is so much possible angst we can put him through???#and the relationships he’s have with the other characters??? we’re robbing ourselves of the duo that would be Zoya and Kuwei #or Wylan and Kuwei or Nina and Kuwei or Inej and Kuwei or Tamar and Kuwei or—#also he’s one of the most lonely characters in the damn Grishaverse and yet we haven’t done anything with that #(I’m here if anyone else wants to scream about this fifteen years old traumatized inferno (possibly) orphan)#kuwei yul bo #kuwei my beloved #six of crows #grishaverse #wylan van eck #wylan hendriks #jesper fahey #crooked kingdom #kaz brekker #wesper #soc #ck #rule of wolves #king of scars #inej ghafa #nina zenik #matthias helvar #inferni #the grisha trilogy #grisha

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tadpolesversion · 2 months

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I saw a really odd take earlier where someone was like "how blind does Wyll have to be that he doesn't know Cazador but Gale does" (in reference to that one party banter) and?????? I really do think we did not all play the same game because Wyll not knowing jack shit about Cazador tracks better than him being the one who knows about him imo.

Fact one: Wyll was exiled from the Gate at 17. Was he supposed to be intensely aware of some dastardly vampire plot that had been going on since before he was born while still being a literal child?

Fact two: through dialogue with him (which would require you actually talking to him, a novel concept) you can absolutely understand that as a literal child he was not concerned with caring about the nobles of the city outside of what he learned through being around them and going to functions with his father. He also has dialogue implying his awareness of how corrupt a lot of those nobles really are/were and though he doesn't divulge exactly what he means by this, it's clear that even if he HADN'T BEEN A LITERAL CHILD during his time in the Gate he wouldn't have been interested in knowing many of them anyway.

Fact three: there is nothing that even remotely implies Wyll was actively researching monsters to slay in the 7 years he spent in the wilds, rather that he was doing so in/around the areas he inhabited or was deployed in for hunts. Granted he likely DID keep his ear to the ground and travel to follow a lot of trails on his own, but he would be far more concerned with the actual, literal looming threats he was presented with or happened across and I doubt he had the time to dig into the history of some presumed patriar who had an exceptionally long life span even for an elf. He also would have little to no access to any rumors going on in the Gate in reference to any type of perceived pattern of disappearances.

Fact four: even if he's "all the way in Waterdeep", Gale is the sort of person to read something in the most esoteric, off-grid book there is and instantly be able to call back the place where he's heard it before so he can connect whatever thread of information he can out of curiosity. Paired with his access (either through himself, Tara, or acquaintances) to a vast network of wizard literature that most don't have access to, he is the most likely candidate to know this sort of thing.

ANYWAY the banter makes perfect sense, Wyll doesn't have to be the perfect monster hunter with a sixth sense for danger, Gale does not have to be completely out of touch with the world because he isolated himself due to the orb, I may need to touch grass because the anger I feel over these pixels is wild.

#IM SORRY people can have whatever opinion they want to have but thats an L take CAPITAL L take #gone for weeks to come back and angrily spew my thoughts? of course. of course.#anyway enough of me anyway #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 spoilers #bg3 spoilers #wyll #gale

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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 1 year

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Colonel's orders!

Summary: Quaritch contends with his crush on Lyle's partner. Especially now its 15 years later and he's well a whole lot bluer.

Gn!reader x Quaritch, Gn!reader x lyle

Warnings, Swearing, everyone's very sad at the start here,

Chapter 1, 2

Chapter 3

There was only one thing worse than this. Only one thing worse than waking in the enemies skin. Worse than being torn back to this god forsaken planet. Worse than facing his human lives failures, worse than being stuck under someone else thumb. No all that he could accept.

The worst thing was Y/n was gone. It had been almost 15 years since he'd 'died' and he didn't even really know what happened to you. Did you go back to Earth with the rest of the humans? Were you stuck somewhere in the smog trying to carve out a life for yourself? Did you move on find someone else after Lyle's death? He could hardly bear thinking of the alternative. That you'd been involved in the fight. That you hadn't made it to the next day.

Lyle for his part seemed equally as sullen. He'd spent days scouring through reports, trying to find you. When he couldn't? He broke. Dragging his feet to meetings and picking at his meals, living on auto pilot. Miles could empathize, drifting from task to task, following his orders.

The sour mood extended down the ranks. There was little joking or laughter. No pranks pulled or play fighting. Well at least none whilst Lyle or himself were around. Zdog had began nudging and trying to talk but Lyle ignored her until she too fell silent.

He'd only barely been aware of your presence amongst the squad while human. You tended to only be around in his absence or rather when the squad wasn't actively working. You must have formed stronger bonds with them then. Otherwise Zdog and Mansk's moods wouldn't feel so familiar.

They'd landed in bridgehead city with little fanfare. The human soldiers barely acknowledged him, accept to sneer. It would seem the people on base were even less receptive to their na'vi forms than those in the craft had been. The more personable of his team seemed very displeased by this.

Miles for his part was willing to accept the isolation. All the people he really gave two shits about were here with him now, well almost all. Lyle however seemed to sink deeper, if that was even possible and in turn so did the rest of the team.

Ardmore still seemed happy to see them, if just for their utility. Sending them out on missions with her own men, or instead of her men. This seemed to be half the cause for the tension around base. The human soldiers did not appreciate being replaced.

Miles found himself spending most of his time with Lyle. He'd been the closest thing to a friend he'd had before. In your absence he'd began to feel a little guilty about how he'd behaved around him. It seemed their shared mourning brought them closer now. Hell it brought him closer to the rest of the squad. He was no longer just the big boss, he was a friend.

After a long night of drinking with the team, Lyle and him had ended up alone. The rest of their friends lay passed out on chairs around them. Mansk some how sleeping across a half played pool game with Fike, who slept slumped over the back of the sofa.

He'd admitted then that he'd had a thing for you. In the quiet hours of the early morning, half asleep as he mumbled. He spoke of how taken he'd been with you, that he'd been rather jealous of your relationship with Lyle. He even told him about the almost kiss at the end of his stolen date.

Lyle sat patiently listening to him ramble. When Miles finished he sat waiting for the strike, for anger that didn't come. Lyle put his hand on Miles tense shoulder, gripping him tightly before his face scrunched and Miles was pulled into a bear hug.

Miles was stunned, he expected rage. Fists flying, tables flipped, hell even him just storming off. He didn't know what to do with this, remaining frozen.

When Lyle could speak through the sobs he'd admitted he'd known. That Miles hadn't been subtle at all, that it was honestly a miracle that you'd never noticed. Lyle even laughed a little when he said that, a sound Miles hadn't realized till then he'd missed so dearly.

"Did the team know?" Miles finally spoke, Lyle's hand resting atop his own.

"Yeah... well maybe not Mansk but he's kinda slow with this stuff." Lyle squeezed his knuckles. Miles felt his face burn. At this point he couldn't tell if it was embarrassment, alcohol or something else.

The teams spirits seemed lifted after that. Though they still dragged their feet there was an air of solidarity again. Even laughter whilst he and Lyle were present. General sentiment seemed to be that even with the circumstances the way they were, they were at least together.

Ardmore waltzed into their barracks late one evening. The small area where the recoms were housed, where the air was suited to them. The ceilings, beds, showers were all made to accommodate their larger bodies but only just. She strode right up to Miles while he worked on the gym equipment, Lyle spotting him standing to attention.

"Need you placed down at unit 2, having some trouble with them and could use some..." She paused looking him up and down, as Miles sat up. "Larger reinforcement."

"Yes mam." He saluted as she turned heal and walked out. It was taking some getting used to being subordinate. Ardmore had the run of the place so he shouldn't feel so bothered by her interruption. A few of his squad perked up, falling in to find out what was happening.

A second unit? He frowned at this new information. He hadn't been aware of another human settlement. The outposts were plentiful but they weren't referred to as units.

He scowled, pulling himself up and over to his abandoned data pad. Best to set off as soon as he could. The team were itching to do something, disliking the idol time in their current mood. He felt the same, keeping busy was the best he could do to keep his mind off of you.

The next morning they set off. He elected to take Lyle, Zdog, Mansk and Fike. They'd been the most persistently morose and would benefit from the change of scenery. He was right, all had eagerly climbed onboard and were now surveying the canopy as they flew past. Even Lyle seemed to have perked up, grinning over at him.

Miles still had little clue what they were getting into. The reports he'd dug up had been so heavily censored that they'd become unintelligible. Best he could tell there was some amount of genetic research being done there. The heavy use of technical terms slid off him but he was certain of one thing. They'd been experimenting with na'vi and human DNA.

Perhaps that's what Ardmore had been referring too. That some of these experiments had resulted in subjects that were hard to control. Hybrid avatars? Maybe recoms? Or hell maybe just clones. No use speculating further, they had arrived and all would be explained shortly.

A red faced scientist came sprinting out to meet them before they'd even fully landed. Grasping Miles hand for a quick shake before hurriedly urging them to follow inside. He barely caught what the man was saying over the helicopter.

Something about familiar faces and calming them down? Miles felt more confused than before, until he rounded the corner. There just beyond the two way glass you were.

It was shocking to see. The room was torn to shreds, remnants of bedding and furniture scattered to all corners but the details were lost in his tunnel vision. You flung yourself against walls screaming, hissing. Your na'vi body bloodied, medical gown torn. You wailed at the mirror before throwing yourself against it.

Miles didn't even think, just moved to the door separating you both and walked in. You jumped, pivoting to him with a wild expression. He couldn't help the emotions that overcame him. He could've cried with joy seeing you there, alive and well bluer. Your tail thrashed behind your crouched body. Miles only just heard the others at the door when you pounced.

It was easy to counter, you'd never had the training he'd endured. Miles caught you mid air, holding you aloft by your underarms as you hissed, clawed and snapped at him. He held firm as you thrashed around, flailing in mid air, the hissing turning to wailing. It broke his heart, what the hell had they done to you? He turned to look at the mirror, staring down whoever still watched behind it.

He was about ready to storm off, start threatening the staff here when you stilled. Looking back from them, you'd settled and now just hung there. Your head cocked, tear filled honey eyes staring back into his. Your nose wrinkled, the cute expression he'd thought he'd never see again. The same little face you made when something was puzzling you.

Then to his horror your face scrunched further, tears falling as you opened your mouth to cry further. Pointed fangs were visible now, longer than any of his teams. He half expected your reaching hands to be clawed but dull finger tips dug into his arms, reaching to pull him closer.

He relented, tugging you into himself. Your arms wrapping around his torso, face burying into the crook of his neck, muffling your cries. The others now crowed round him moving closer to to see you. He felt a pang of something in his gut. A sudden desire to tuck you away from them. Miles ignored it, instead focusing on Lyle's face.

He'd missed his reaction at first though it must have been similar to his own. Now Lyle was just smiling, grinning so wide his lips might burst. He was crying too, silent tears making their way down his cheeks. He reached out, Miles staying ridged to let him. His fingers brushed against your hair, though the gut feeling to hide you didn't flare up at this.

Your head flung up, tail mirroring the motion before suddenly twisting to see him. It took a moment but Miles saw the recognition hit you and loosened his grip. He was right to, the second later you were leaping to Lyle. He in turned caught you, spinning and laughing as you clung to him, legs wrapped around his middle.

Miles bit his cheek, trying very hard to maintain the smile he'd held before. Zdog, Fike and Mansk stood by him, clearly ecstatic at the turn of events. Miles ears flicked and he turned to the scientist entering the room.

Your mood suddenly shifted, hissing as you half climbed Lyle. Perching almost entirely on his shoulder and arm, keeping your teeth bared. Miles quirked a brow at the scientist, awaiting an explanation for everything.

In the end they'd insisted they talk in the mess hall, allowing you room to scowl at a distance as he spoke to him. You'd been apprehensive to allow anyone to be near the man. Diving in front of Miles to snap at the guy when his hand had dipped into his pocket. Only avoiding getting bit because Miles' had grabbed you round the middle. Holding you back by your hips as you swiped at the man. Who in turn trembled so badly he could barely use the key card he'd reached for.

The scientist had explained that first. You'd had to be sedated more than once already and been more aggressive since then. Most recently seriously injuring four men who'd tried to subdue you.

The descriptions of your behavior were hard to accept. Miles had only ever known you as sweet, your anger barely raised your voice never mind your fist. Though your bloodied limbs proved the story, none of it was yours.

He continued his explanation. Unit 2 was an experimental branch of the Phoenix Project sanctioned by Ardmore. They were trying to see if a different mix of human to na'vi DNA yielded stronger soldiers. You'd been one of the first they'd authorized to be implanted with memories. Although they'd done less to settle you than they'd have liked.

They'd decided it would be best to house you with Unit 1, Deja Blu, as your familiarity with them should make you more amenable to their tests.

"Tests?" Quaritch felt his face tighten. The scientist flinching at his response.

"It's nothing major. Reflexes, spacial awareness, nothing invasive! Just trying to ascertain the risk/reward of their DNA mix." He stumbled over his words, babbling out the response. He was still sweating and nervously glancing over to you. Miles relaxed into his seat, humming an affirmative.

The scientist broke out in a smile, thanking him and trying to shake his hand again. Miles kept his tucked in his armpits and the man swallowed hard.

"Well uh good. I'll let you settle in." He scampered off, giving you a wide berth. Miles watched you, your whole body leaning out to follow him, before settling back against Lyle. It was rather amusing watching him fumble at the door, unwilling to break eye contact.

Miles hid his smirk as the group moved over to him. Better not to encourage you. Lyle took the seat to his right, before you jumped up to nestle between them both. You seemed far more relaxed now, leaning to rest against Lyle as he smiled over you to Miles.

He'd need to find a time to explain the situation to the others but for now he was more concerned about you.

"How you holdin' up?" He watched as your big eyes focused on him, ears and tail flicking to attention.

"Uh things are weird." You smiled back. He felt his heart catch in his throat hearing your voice again. "I uh... well...I can't think right, I keep getting confused and I get so angry or like territorial or something. It's just so nice to see you all again." You smiled again, keeping your eyes on his and placing a hand on his arm. Miles felt warmth spread across his chest.

"We're staying for a while, right boss?" Lyle chirped up. Miles flicked his attention over to his, nodding.

"Ardmore wants us here for a good while yeah." Lyle grinned him before turning to you. He dropped his face against your shoulder nuzzeling into you. You laughed, hand leaving Miles to come up to hold his head, rubbing down to his queue.

"Hey! You have hair now!" The group burst into a laugh, Miles couldn't help but join in with.

It was odd. As the day went on and Miles didn't feel those pangs of jealousy he'd been so used to before. Absence really had only made his heart from fonder. He couldn't take his eyes off you, scared this was some dream and you might just disappear. Every tiny touch sent electric through him and you were far more tactile now.

You seemed to need to be touching someone at all times. Plastering yourself to Lyle or himself most of the time. Though Zdog and Fike were often targets of your affections, gripping their arms or hands as they tried to prepare an approximation of the barracks.

Mansk ducked and hid best he could but even he didn't escape for long. Something in his apprehension set you off and Miles watched as you hid high on the lockers. Your tail whipping from side to side as your pupils dilated. He passed to help Zdog shift a bench when you pounced down on him. Miles barked a laugh at Mansk's squeal with the rest of the team. Mansk finally returning your hug to sate you.

You returned to Lyle and himself grinning ear to twitching ear. Miles felt an uncertainty in his gut. He was ecstatic to see you, to touch you again but Lyle knew about his feelings now. Was that going to change things? Lyle hadn't shot him any looks when you held onto him.

Did he just trust you both? Miles wasn't sure he trusted himself, while the jealous knot was gone the desire remained. Every moment growing in intensity, one word from you and he'd ruin everything.

#miles quaritch #lyle wainfleet x reader #lyle wainfleet #quaritch x you #quaritch x reader #colonels orders #my fics

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Pairing: Ellen Ripley (Aliens) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst

A/N: Slight sad angst, let me know if you want more story to this

Summary: When you return with Newt, how will Ripley react when she sees her old lover.

Distant Lovers

You and Ripley had gone through all sorts or stages in a relationship, although you never really officially disclosed to one another what you were exactly. You were in a relationship, but it was never confirmed by yourself or Ripley, you both just went along with it because you were happy in each others company, happy in each others arms at night, happy in each others steamy embraces, and happy in the company of one another on a romantic level. You and Ellen had both gone through the first attack of the Xenomorph on the Nostromo, and you pushed through the aftereffects. You stayed as a team, and grew close on the Nostromo. It could be said the Nostromo is where your ‘relationship’ started. You stayed together on the ship back to Earth… that was until you were approached by Burke and asked to go to LV 426, as all of the colonies had gone down. You and Ripley promised one another you wouldn’t go, but it wasn’t until you were awoken by her as she had a nightmare, you both called Burke saying you’d join, to do one thing and one thing only; wipe the fuckers out. It was going as good as it could’ve done until you were separated. Ripley was pulled off to join the Marines, give them a talk, and meet the crew. You were pulled off to command a higher unit of the Marine Corps. When you and Ripley, and the two teams met up tensions were high. You caught on to a man named Hicks making eyes at Ripley, not to mention that both the Marine squads were squaring up to one another. As you, Ripley, Hicks, Hudson, Vasquez, Newt, and the other surviving Marines were welded into an office on LV 426, tensions grew higher, even between you and Ripley. You got into small irrelevant arguments, you bickered, and you seemed to grow apart for the time you were in there. It didn’t help that Hudson was panicking and Vasquez and Drake were shouting at him. Hicks and Ripley had gotten closer. For the time spent on the plant you isolated yourself away from Ripley, she was hurting you by spending precious time with Hicks. She spent a lot of time with Newt but that was alright, Newt was a scared little girl who saw Ripley as a mother. You were hurting because she had shut you out, turned to someone else for reassurance and care. You didn’t want to spend time with her, so any time that was spent together it was filed with bitter arguments. Some of those arguments got nasty and personal. It left a hatred between you and Ripley, maybe it was because of the situation and the people around you. Most of the arguments and insults you know were taken too far, but you were both stubborn and fought fire with fire. You and Ripley didn’t speak, you didn’t sit in the same room as one another, you didn’t fight side by side; and it felt like she had abandoned you, abandoned you for a potential family life with Hicks and Newt… or so you thought.

After the events of the Queen Xenomorph and her offspring were annihilated during the explosion of LV 426, more problems rose. There wasn’t enough room on the ship back to Earth for you and Newt, there was only a shuttle available. Ripley had actually spoke to you for the first time and begged you to take her place on the ship while she went with Newt. Part of you thought she was pleading for your space in the shuttle to protect the girl should anything happen, but the stubborn part of you knew she was pleading for your space to protect you. Although you and Ripley didn’t speak for a long time, she still showed she cared for you. She’d save you a seat in the office area whether you took it or not, she’d leave a cup of coffee where you were sitting, she’d secretly check your guns were loaded and you have enough ammunition, she’d check you had your helmet, armour, and even torch. She’d glance at you from across the room trying to read you, trying to tune in to what you were thinking about. She wanted to know if you were thinking about her, about the Nostromo, about the Xenomorph, perhaps you weren’t thinking about anything at all. But she wanted you to hold her and you tell her your thoughts, just like you used to, to calm her on the nights she woke up after a night terror.

So you assured Ripley that you protect Newt, that you wouldn’t let anything happen to her, and that you would both return safe. Newt clung on to Ripley when they were parting but the girl knew she would be safe with you. You gave Ripley a last look, she did the same. You both seemed stuck in place, you both wanted to hug, kiss, hold even shake hands at this point. But you wouldn’t move. So you have her a wink with a small smile and took the girls hand heading to the shuttle. Rather than heading straight to the ship, Ripley held back until she couldn’t see you both anymore.

Both the Marine ship and your shuttle were travelling directly back down to Earth for the first time in years, everyone would be in hyper sleep and the Marine ship was the first to arrive. The company had set up a large private housing estate for the Marines, yourself, Ripley and Newt to settle down into for the time being, and to settle in back down on Earth. You and Ripley had seen the house you’d been assigned to, it was the house at the bottom of a straight walk-down street. It was a beautiful house with steps leading up to it sat in the middle of a row of houses leading down to it, it had big front double doors, and bushes on the sides, it was a home to go to.

You and Newt had woken up from hyper-sleep to find you had a matter of hours left before you grounded to Earth. You had made contact with Ellen’s ship but only to find out that it had grounded 4 weeks before you have. The company had told you that Ellen had settled into the house, she was eagerly waiting for your arrival, but she was scared. She didn’t want a phone call that told her you and Newt didn’t make it, or something happened to the both of you. You tried to make contact with Ripley but that didn’t work as you still hadn’t grounded. You had about an hour left before you grounded and the same events with the first Xenomorph in the shuttle had happened with you and Newt. The monster was hiding in the vents, it had tucked itself in. You hid Newt in the uniform closet with her plastic doll. You didn’t try and flush the thing out, as it would most likely end up on earth. As it appeared to be sleeping in the vents you had snuck around it to push the alarm on the shuttle, which alerted the coma only lives were in danger… and it wasn’t long before Ellen caught wind of it. The alarms went off, the lights were flashing, the alarm was sounding, and it woke. You did the best you could to try and fight it with a pipe you’d found, without being burnt alive by it’s acid. Newt had started screaming from the uniform closet, making the aliens target; Newt. As the alarm had been set off, the shuttle was put into an automatic descent, making you, Newt, and the Xenomorph head straight for Earth at a rapid pace. By now, you had been thrown over all sorts of controls and buttons, you tried to light its tail on fire. You managed to stick a police through its arms jamming it into the vents as you got Newt strapped into a chair to brace her for impact, and the alien was frantic as it had practically ripped its own arm off to get you. You had managed to light its leg on fire, eventually the rest of its body catching on fire. As you made out the buildings from your rapid descent, you hugged Newt, protecting her from the incoming impact, and you prayed that the alien would die, burning alive before the oxygen tanks blew.

As the shuttle smashed into the ground, the backend of the shuttle had blown up, seemingly the oxygen tanks did catch on fire. You figured you were unconscious for a few minutes, but as soon as you woke you looked around for the threat, seeing as some of the shuttle had melted and had acid dripping from it you took the hint it had blown up. You quickly unstrapped a groggy Newt and made your way out of the wreck of the shuttle. As you got out there were people, lots of people standing around you. There were crowds. The sunlight hurt your eyes, and you shielded Newts. You and Newt had dust and dirt and ash all over you. You were bleeding from your eyebrow, lip and nose from the crash and the attack of the alien, that was why as you walked away from the crowd people were shouting if you needed help and who you were. After picking Newt up and carrying her bridal style, you made your way to the private estate which you had memorised the directions to. Newt only had a small nosebleed, and dirt all over her, but she was tucked into your neck. It was a short walk, and early morning, so you had hoped to have dodged the news vans and reporters.

It wasn’t long before a Marine caught whiff of the breaking news on the tv channel which he had just figured out how to use. All the Marines had gathered in Ripleys home, where they all anxiously waited for your arrival. Ripley stared in shock at the screen, she stared in shock at the mess and state of the shuttle crash. She tried to search for you on the news, wondering if the camera would pan to 2 survivors… but it didn’t. So she waited and waited, looking outside the porch windows, holding tears back.

As you turned the corner to start walking down the straight run to your new home you could vividly make out at the bottom of the private estate, you mind went blank for a while. But you knew you’d see Ripley, and thinking about Ripley made you question. Did you she miss you? Did she want to start things up again? Did she want to get married? Should you ask her? Should you leave her? Should you question her and Hicks? Should you be living with her? Your mind stopped asking questions when you got closer and closer to the house you made out that Ripley was waiting at the double doors, you saw her breath in the class, rapidly breathing, she had saw you. She saw a limping figure carrying a smaller figure, covered in dirt, and ash. She saw from her doors you were bleeding and you were hurt. As you continued to walk, Newt popped her head up, seeing Ripley open both double doors. You saw Ripley walk down the steps and you felt Newt wriggling to leave your arms, you stopped walking and gently put her down. You stood still and stood in your place watching as Newt cried out “Mom”, running to Ripley as Ripley did the same, running to her little girl. They met halfway in the street, but they were so far away from you. You held back, wondering if you were welcome. But you watched your two favourite girls hug and sob at their reunion. As Ripley out Newt down she turned to you, still with a tight hold on Newt. She looked at you and took in your appearance, she saw you were weak, hurting, tired, but she saw a look in your eyes that mirrored how she felt. She wants to run to you and she wants you ti pick her up in your arms and hold her, she doesn’t want you to ever leave her again. Although you could barely hear her, she said “thank you”. You stood in place, like the soldier you were. You were going to move forward… but Hicks running to the front door, looking down at Ripley and Newt caught your eye. Your heart dropped, why was he in your house? Did he not see who brought Newt home? How long had he been in yours and Ripleys house? Did she spend nights with him? Did she rest in his arms.. his in hers? And so you gave a tired smile to Ripley, dropped your head down, turned around, and made your way away from them. Made your way to where?… you didn’t know.

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silly little theory about Lilia's possible UM

The majority of the cast has revealed or awakened their Unique Magic (UM) by now, and so far we've seen most of the usual types of magic often depicted in fantasy media: transformation magic, mind control, shield spells, curses, elemental magic, and so on and so forth. But I noticed that we still haven't seen any healing-based UMs. Restorative/Healing magic is pretty much a given in fantasy settings, and we know characters can use healing spells during in-game battles, so I feel it's only a matter of time before we get a UM that can heal wounds/reverse damage.

Now I don't know about you all, but when I think of "healing magic" and "Disney", the first thing that comes to mind is Rapunzel's healing incantation from Tangled (and its spinoff TV show, Tangled the Series). And out of all the characters we've yet to see display their UM, I think there's a chance Lilia might end up having a healing type of spell - one that's activated by him singing, just like how Rapunzel uses her powers.

To keep things organized, I'm going to break down this post into two parts, and will begin by talking about some of the similarities between Disney's Tangled and Silver and Lilia.

(Please note: This post contains minor spoilers for Book 7.)

Part 1. Silver and Lilia / Rapunzel and Gothel

Silver has many obvious similarities to Aurora and Prince Philip - and just to Disney princesses, in general - but I've been thinking for a while that there might also be some Rapunzel-esque elements at play in his and Lilia's story.

Similarities in Silver and Rapunzel's backgrounds

For those unfamiliar with the movie, Tangled tells the story of a girl named Rapunzel who has long, golden hair. Whenever she sings an ancient incantation, her hair starts to glow, and anyone who takes hold of the magic strands will be healed of almost any wound or bodily alteration - even aging. Rapunzel lives together with her mother, Gothel, up in a tower hidden deep within the forest. But unbeknownst to the young girl, Gothel had actually kidnapped Rapunzel not long after she was born, and her birth parents are the king and queen of the small kingdom they reside in.

Fearful of her crime possibly coming to light, Gothel forbids Rapunzel from ever leaving home, and it's not until the eve of her 18th birthday that Rapunzel finally descends to the ground for the first time since she was a baby.

Silver, too, is theorized by many to be descended from royalty. Different characters like Vil and Idia have commented on his princely looks, and his kind heart and unwavering sense of justice set him apart from most of the cast. Like Rapunzel and other Disney princesses, he also has an affinity for animals and can often be seen accompanied by blue birds and other small woodland creatures.

Akin to Rapunzel, he was raised deep within the woods of Briar Valley by his adoptive father, Lilia, who claims to have found him abandonded as baby. Instead of going to the school in town, his father homeschooled him at their little cottage, and though we don't know to what extent he was kept at home, he appears to have been pretty isolated growing up.

Rapunzel's one and only friend growing up was a little chameleon named Pascal, and the two of them spent a lot of time together whenever Gothel would leave to restock their supplies or enjoy some time in town. Silver, too, spent most of his time with his animal companions whenever his father would leave to go traveling.

How Rapunzel finds the truth, and possible tie-in with Silver's future origin story reveal

Near the end of the movie, Gothel forces Rapunzel back to the tower, and as she sits all alone once more in her dark room, she contemplates everything that happened on her journey. She thinks about the sun shaped emblem she kept seeing in town all day, how it perfectly resembles the same shape she's been painting on the walls of her bedroom all her life. Hasn't she seen it somewhere before? Somewhere far above her, out of her reach, on the edges of her memory. And she thinks back to the stone mural she saw in the town square, the one of King Frederik and Queen Arianna smiling with pride with their infant daughter in their arms. Don't her green eyes match the baby's eyes? Doesn't her golden hair resemble the baby's shining locks? And she thinks further back, to before she left the tower, when she tried on that shining crown that Eugene had been hiding in his bag. And like a lightning bolt, it hits her: That was her crown. She's the lost princess the entire kingdom has been desperately looking for all this time.

In Chapter 1 of Book 7, Silver comes across an ornate, crown-shaped ring while going through some of the clutter in Lilia's room. Silver murmurs that he feels like he's seen the ring somewhere before, and then a powerful wave of drowsiness strikes him. But perhaps instead of trying to pull him under... it was trying to awaken something in him - trying to dredge up some memory his heart had tucked away so deeply it had only ever felt to the boy like some distant echo of a dream he once had long, long ago.

Mother Gothel and Lilia

Focusing on Gothel and Lilia for a bit, one commonality I noticed pretty early on is how both of them are much older than they appear to be. Although Gothel's exact age has never been confirmed, she's believed to be at least a thousand years old. And Lilia isn't far behind, clocking in at nearly 700. While Gothel relies on the magic imbued in Rapunzel's body to sustain her youthful form, we do not know yet if Lilia simply naturally looks the way he does or if he's doing something to make him appear so young.

Lilia's black hair and garnet eyes always reminded me of Gothel's color scheme, especially when his Tamashina-Mina card was revealed.

It's too soon to say whether or not Silver came to Lilia under nefarious circumstances, or whether Lilia knows who Silver's birth family is and what not, but the fact still stands that Lilia and Gothel have the following points in common:

Both are very secretive about their pasts, even towards their children

Both chose to raise their adoptive children in secluded areas and mostly kept them at home

Both are much older than their appearances belie

Both would often leave their young children home alone to go run errands and explore the world

Both can be very flippant about how their actions affect others (listen, I am a lilia oshi so pls don't @ me. the guy can be pretty damn selfish. refer to endless halloween and like all of book 7 :///)

Both have a black/garnet color scheme

I do understand that many of the points I've made so far also apply to Briar Rose (e.g., she was raised secluded in the woods, didn't know she was from royalty, her caregivers kept secrets from her, etc.), but for the sake of this theory, I'm just focusing on things from a Tangled perspective.

Part 2. Lilia's Unique Magic: A Healing Incantation

Now, I'd like to focus on why I think Lilia's UM will be activated through song. He's mentioned several times how much of a music lover he is, and together with Kalim and Cater he's one of the only remaining members of NRC's Pop Music Club. Kalim even reveals that Lilia is the one who taught him how to play the drums.

We've heard from other students how dreadful Lilia's singing voice is, which appears to be some sort of heavy metal screamo. Lilia himself claims he can sing a crying baby to sleep in just a few seconds, but whether that's due to his great singing prowess or the poor child fainting from shock remains a point of contention.

With his penchant for music and singing, I feel it's entirely within the realm of possibility for Lilia to activate his UM by singing. And again, since we haven't had any healing-based UMs yet, and since there is a pretty renown healing song already in the Disney canon, and with all of Lilia and Silver's similarities with Rapunzel and Gothel, could it be that his UM is a healing song?

With all of that being said, seeing as this is Twisted Wonderland, what if instead of Mother Gothel kidnapping an infant princess and using the child's magic to sustain her own life, we get Lilia using his unique magic to save an abandoned newborn prince, slowly and gradually giving up his own own life force over the years to keep the child from succumbing to his endless slumber. And so the story goes:

One day, somewhere in a faraway land that had been long forgotten by the world and abandoned by time, Lilia stumbles across the strangest kingdom he's ever seen. He can tell by the architecture and the writing on some of the buildings that it must be a human settlement, but it's so quiet - much too quiet to be a place inhabited by people. He wanders through the town, past the baker, who snores quietly into a pillow of hardened dough, past the blacksmith, who's slumped on the ground with a half-finished sword in hand, the hot metal long cooled down. He climbs the tall, stone steps up into the castle, walks through a maze of hallways and rooms before reaching what looks to be the young heir's nursey. He looks inside the bassinet and thinks the child is dead at first - so slow and so shallow are the baby's breathes as it dreams and dreams. He places a wary hand on its chest - just to be sure - and lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding as he feels the child's rapid heartbeat thrumming against his palm.

He could save the child, perhaps. His unique magic, a powerful healing incantation renown throughout the Valley, might be able to lift whatever curse had been placed on the residents of this strange kingdom. His curiosity piqued, Lilia pulls his long hair in front of him and blankets the baby with his dark strands.

As the spell comes to an end and the glow starts to fade from his hair, the baby's tinny cry sounds out from the bassinet. Lilia pulls his hair back behind him and staggers as he sits down to catch his breath. The spell takes a considerable toll on his magic reserves, and he'd been warned countless times before by fae much older and wiser than him that overusing his powers would ultimately cost him his life. Waking up the child felt like a punch to the gut, and he closes his eyes with a shiver thinking about trying to rouse all the other sleeping townspeople he'd seen on the way there.

The baby's increasingly louder cries pull Lilia away from his thoughts, and he slowly rises to his feet, keeping one hand on the bassinet to steady himself. "Shit," Lilia hisses under his breath. I'm going to need at least a day's rest before I can use my unique magic again. But I can't just leave him here...

He gingerly picks up the red-faced infant and starts rocking him. Lilia hadn't held a baby since Malleus was born so many centuries ago, and he has to readjust the screaming child in his arms a few times before he remembers how to do it.

"Shh, shh. It's alright, I'm here. You're okay."

It feels like an eternity until the baby finally stills. Deciding he'd had more than enough adventure for one day, thank you, he turns around and retraces his steps back out to the castle entrance, through the town gates, and beyond to the surrounding forest, where he'd left his horse and the rest of his gear. He figures he'll keep the baby with him overnight, and then return tomorrow to try and wake up one of his parents.

But Lilia notices something's wrong as he wakes up to the sunlight filtering through his makeshift tent the next morning. The baby is still there where he left him, swaddled next to him in the only clean shirt Lilia could find in his pack, but he doesn't stir when Lilia gently tries to nudge the child awake. He still doesn't awaken even when Lilia bangs some pots together and screams at him to open his eyes.

Lilia frowns, and starts unbraiding his hair with shaking hands.

"When I sing my healing incantation for him, he wakes up fine enough. He just doesn't stay awake. It's always a matter of time before the curse begins to reactivate again."

As soon as Lilia returned to the Valley, he called on every doctor, elder mage, and experts on ancient curses he could find. Each of them came to inspect the child in turn, and they'd nod their heads and say "I see, I see" as Lilia told them what happened, and then they'd poke and prod at the baby and scribble in their notebooks and poke some more before finally shaking their heads and leaving Lilia with just a weak pat on the back and a whispered "Good luck". After a month of fruitless visits, he decided to put his investigation on hold and just focus on caring for the newborn, whom he'd named Silver. It was then that Malleus finally found an opportunity to sneak away from the castle to come visit, and he listened with a frown as Lilia recounted the tale.

Quietly, Malleus replies, "I see. So that means... You'd need to keep using your unique magic on him over and over again to keep the curse at bay. Correct?"

Lilia clears his throat before answering. "Correct."

Malleus's pinched face says Are you really sure about this?, but he remains silent as he watches Lilia rock the sleeping child in his arms. Lilia is thankful for his young charge's apprehension - he doesn't think he could find an answer if Malleus asked for one.

And yet - night after night, without a moment's hesitation, Lilia tucks his long, long hair into the child's tiny hand, and the words start spilling out of his mouth - always slow at first, but steady - flowing faster as he closes his eyes and accepts that there's no turning back from what he's done.

And he sings:

Flower, gleam and glow

Let your power shine

Make the clock reverse

Bring back what once was mine

Heal what has been hurt

Change the Fates' design

Save what has been lost

Bring back what once was mine

What once was mine

#lilia vanrouge #twst silver #twst #twisted wonderland #twst theory

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i gotta know more about your mc and baxter (i am never free from this man somebody help me). do they date in step 3, or just crush on each other? and the angst, pls gimme some angst >:D

oh, and do you have any headcanons about them together? :3

*slap my knee* WELL HONEY you have a BIG storm coming-

I’m a multi-shipper so Cerise has a storyline where they date and one where they were just really good friends and in both cases: Baxter was someone extremely important to Cerise.

Important context to understand: Cerise was nonverbal for almost half of her life. She has an important communication problem that actively ruin her personal life as she struggle to talk to people and so not isolate herself. Regardless of the nature their relathionship take, Baxter is extremly important to her as he's the first person she managed to befriend by herself. He came off strong and she took her chance to try talking with someone else and it ended up feeling easy around him.

They are vastly different and this is one of the main reasons they work together: They get to experience, learn and witness a new way of living life. Cerise gets to build her confidence slowly, they have an agreable moment and the dating is all new and attracting to her. She feels a lot and is in the company of someone who appreciates her and makes her come out of her shell.

You can imagine how such an impactful relationship can turn from the loveliest encounter of your summer to the most emotionally damaging event of your life.

Also worth mentioning is that in my playthrough Baxter closed the door in Cerise's face while she was bawling her eyes out on his porch... Yeah it didn't went well....

The reason why this breakup impacted Cerise so much is how some little details spiral in an endless train of negative thoughts: "If I was worth it, he would have tried" and "I am not even capable to move on from something so insignificant for him" "I feel stupid for having felt confident" "I should have known that I was not made to be around people, I can't even talk to someone properly" "I'm too much"

Cerise's self-confidence got shattered, having walked right back of all the effort she managed to make and her mutism coming back into her daily life. It only took one conversation to ruin an entire process of self grow.

The reunion was a painful one and here is where I call my phase the: Baxter pain and regret.

Just imagine for a second, you are so miserable because of your own choices, you left someone who loved you by convincing yourself they'll move on and 5 years later when you meet them again they are a shell. You hurted them so much that to this days your presence haunted them, the person you loves because of their positivity, their smile and bright kindness are now dull, sad and scared. The regret of it all and the pain of wanting to ask why, to wanting to help but also desperetly not wanting to furter implicate yourself while they still look at you with hope. How much would it hurt you to be given a chance even after all you destroyed ? After all the joy you denied for both of you and with all the regrets of have spent so much time in your selfish perception of the world. It would sting and that something that can never dissapear, even if she's back, even if you try again, even if you make progress, you simply can't make up for what you caused and it hunt you at night. You always been loved, you always loved them, and like a fool you reciprocate those feelings by doing the opposite of what love is suppose to be.

NOW THAT ANGST HAVE PASSED- Here is some cute dating headcanon I have of these two :D

Oh and one last sad stuff :

Cerise cut and dyed her hair because Baxter used to say he liked her long orange hair and the compliment felt so bittersweet that she couldn't stand seeing herself in the mirror...

ANYWHOOZIE

-Cerise likes jewelry and likes to make colorful jewelry so she wanted to make bracelets for Baxter. One colorful green to keep as a souvenir and one black and white.

-Still on jewelry, they traded. In exchange for a bracelet, he gave her some rings of his (that she kept wearing for the 5 years )

-They kissed in the car watching the firework because Cerise doesn't like loud noises

-Cerise doesn’t like sudden louse noise but had fun listening to Baxter’s music during some car rides.

-Because she can’t drive she asked him to pick her up or give her a ride to some stores just to have some time with him.

-They met at the cypres during the "soirée" moment and this fun fact always makes them laugh, life sure like them together.

-Fear of the ocean vs Fear of height, both are here to help the other fight against their fear with a little help

-Cerise gave Baxter a glass shot as a souvenir and he only once drank in it alone but was too scared to break it so he kept it hidden.

-I have this hc that once they get married ( because yes they will ) Baxter has a picture of her somewhere in his office and if someone asks "Are you married ?" he just pull up the pic of his very colorfull and and cheerful wife so people look at him confuse

you married a rainbow ?!

-Everyone had their moment of "don't ever hurt her again" with Baxter but the worst one was Liz who profaned murder hunt if he did.

-Still, Baxter got accepted nicely back into the family.

-Cerise's services as a photographer got added to Baxter's wedding contact of people he can recommend and they at least worked on some weddings together.

-Neither of them are morning people, but they spend a lot of their nights hanging out and simply talking until late.

-Some dinner nights they take a detour to dance a bit on the side near the beach

-Travel around the world travel around the world! Cerise has some nice vacation places she wants to do with Baxter and they sometimes need some calm time.

-They just love each other, 5 years are nothing compared to the rest they spent together

THANKS YOU FOR READING THIS FAR

#my art #my oc #ask about my otp #olba oc #baxter ward #dreamty's ramble #olba #our life begining and always #baxter x mc

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fictionadventurer · 1 year

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Ages ago, I talked about a portal fantasy idea I had, titled Lily Between Worlds. The premise was that a girl fell into a portal fantasy world, but didn't fall into any adventures. She just had to settle into ordinary life there and wait for a portal to open up to take her home. Except no portal ever showed up, and it's not likely one ever will. She's getting older, and the family she's staying with can't support her forever. So she has to consider settling down--namely, marriage. Which is a huge deal because starting an adult life here means she's giving up on any chance of going home. Plus trying to find someone to marry when you're literally from different worlds is difficult.

It never moved much beyond that initial premise, because I couldn't develop the world or the characters. But it's been coming to mind again, and I have some ideas for worldbuilding that would offer some more detailed plot possibilities, and I want to talk about it before I lose it completely.

The first breakthrough came with the idea that I could adapt an idea from my Lost Library universe as the basis of the worldbuilding. Centuries ago, some calamity caused large hunks of land to break off and float in the sky. This broke up societies and left the people on these landmasses isolated from each other for a long time, and they're only recently coming back into contact with each other. It's useful for Lily's story, because we can say the calamity that fractured their world also opened up fissures to other worlds, and some people here are aware that people sometimes fall through from our Earth.

The other key idea is that this world is dangerous. The calamity that broke the world also caused a population explosion of various chimera-ish beasts, many of which attack humans. Society is built around the fact that we need to be able to protect people from these beasts. Women and children need to be protected, because the monsters go after the weak. Men are expendable and need to defend women and children--but women also need battle skills because it's dumb not to know how to defend yourself. There is also a lot of competition over resources--I'm not sure what, but maybe one of them is the same energy that caused the fracturing and can be used to power technologies. Things have settled down in recent centuries and they've come to a level of civilization (I'm thinking Regency-ish) where you can have classes and trades not totally devoted to survival--but those survival skills are still highly valuable.

Lily is not adventurous. She's a very quiet artistic type who heard about all the dangers of this world and decided she was never going to step outside alone. She's spent the last few years in the household of a scholar who's fascinated with Earth. He's got a few kids several years younger than her, and she settled in among the children, focusing on learning the language and the basics of this world. But now she's come of age and has to enter the adult world. Even though she's been in this world for years, we still get the portal fantasy sense of discovery because she's learning all the details of the culture surrounding courtship and adult responsibilities. This is a domestic fantasy, focused on the interpersonal relationships and the culture of this specific place. No world-changing quests, just characters interacting. At most, a few monster attacks to liven things up.

The story would focus on Lily's attempt to find a husband. She works with a young matchmaker-in-training (who thinks she's from some distant floating island rather than another world) to find good candidates. It's tough because Lily has no family ties here and outsiders are suspect. She's got a lot of the feminine skills this society values, but has zero combat ability--a major handicap when a good wife has to be able to protect the children from monsters. This world values beauty, social status, and strength. Lily's got the first and needs a husband who can provide the other two (and is willing to overlook her lack).

We can use the suitors to explore different facets of this world and Lily's personality. A good partner needs to be similar enough that they can connect, but different enough to draw Lily out of her comfort zone; he needs to draw out her good qualities without reinforcing her flaws. She could interact with a lot of different men, but four types are coming to the forefront as potential husband material.

The scholar: A young man who works with the scholar who houses Lily. Fascinated by Earth, knows Lily's true history. He and Lily casually get along, but don't quite gel. (He treats her a bit like a science experiment, for one thing). He doesn't have much strength to protect Lily, but he's got a decent status (enough that his family would want him to marry better than Lily). He would be the safe choice, allowing Lily to more-or-less remain the same woman she is now.

The warrior: An ideal catch by this world's standards. Very high status, excellent combat ability. Already has several heroic achievements. Socially awkward enough to need the help of a matchmaker to attract a wife. He and Lily share almost no interests, but her dynamic with him would force her to confront her own prejudices about this world--just because he's a fighter, it doesn't mean he's brainless or has no feelings. Could really draw Lily outside her comfort zone, but maybe too much so.

The explorer: A man who has spent the last several years exploring far-flung floating isles and has only recently returned home--to a lot of rumors and distrust. He's got strength, but almost no status; he's scandalous to this neighborhood. Lily likes his travel stories, and he believes her tale of being from another world--he's seen portals before. They get along well enough, but he's as adventurous as Lily is cautious. He says he wants to settle down, but he's not the type to be happy with an ordinary life. A life with him would be either a life here under the cloud of scandal, or a life of dangerous travel. But he would draw out Lily's adventurous side and introduce her (and us) to more details of this world.

The artist: A man who's working on some project for a high-status person in the neighborhood. He and Lily connect most on a personal level, sharing a love of art. He's got a middling sort of status, and is a weakling. Perhaps he's disabled from some monster attack; it would explain why he'd been allowed to take up a sedentary (and frivolous) trade (though if that's the case and she *doesn't* choose him, it could look like we're reinforcing this society's idea that he doesn't deserve to marry). He would be sort of like the male version of Lily; they would connect very easily, but he wouldn't push her to grow.

At the moment, the explorer is most compelling as endgame, though I can see potential in the warrior and artist as well. The interactions with all four can shape her character. There'd also be subplots of other monster attacks and political/social conflicts happening in the background of this courtship.

I'd probably have to end the story with Lily and her chosen guy teaming up to defeat some kind of dangerous beast--showing that Lily has developed the courage to face this world's dangers and has found a partner capable of facing them with her.

If anyone's read all that--decent ideas, or too many holes? Interesting or the dullest thing you've ever heard? I'm treating this as a worldbuilding game for the moment, so you can play along if you like.

#adventures in writing #lily between worlds #spun this together in a few hours today and it may fade just as quickly but for now i like it #one thing i didn't have space to mention was the whole 'danger from monsters' thing came from #thinking it'd be fun to have a society where fashion works on bird rules #men wear bright colors especially to draw in the ladies #women wear neutrals and drab colors #dull green or blue at most (which pains lily's artistic senses)#so then i develop a world where it makes sense for the women to blend in and for the men to paint bright targets on themselves #whether it makes sense or not is anybody's guess

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