#anyone who behaves otherwise will catch these hands

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My Little Love

Selina Kyle x Son!Reader

Bruce Wayne x Son!Reader

Warnings: Fluff…

BatCat!Bro Masterlist

Summary: Bruce finds out you snuck out again alone at night and decides to follow you…

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Bruce had just finished up his patrolling for the night when he got a call from Alfred. ”Master Bruce, you wouldn’t happen to know Master Y/n’s wherabouts?” He questioned. ”I thought he was at home, didn’t he say he’d be studying” Bruce said.

”Apparently not, his window was open and we suspect he snuck out again” Alfred explained. Bruce let out an annoyed huff and said ”Track his phone and send me the location”. Bruce made his way to the Batmobile as Alfred sent him the data.

Your location showed on the Batmobile’s map, you were inside a bus and it was moving, Bruce started the car and drove to follow you. The map showed you were on a bridge leading out of Gotham, Bruce wondered what you wee up too. He sped up the car and drove towards the bridge.

After driving for a while he saw your icon had stopped on the map, it had stopped next to an old gas station. Meaning you must’ve gotten off the bus there. Soon Bruce arrived and parked the Batmobile in the gas station parking and got out, you were nowhere in sight.

He walked around the corner of the closed station where he found you, leaning against a wall, back turned to him. Bruce silently made his way behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You suddenly turned around with a balled up fist, punching Bruce in his armoured chest.

Which was a mistake on your part. You let out a small wince in pain. ”Don’t sneak up on me, Bruce” you said annoyed rubbing your now bruised fist. ”What are you doing out here?” Bruce questioned plainly. ”None of your business, now go home” you told him.

”I thought Dick talked to you about the whole sneaking out thing” Bruce said. ”I didn’t ”sneak out”, i just left without telling anyone and i had a good reason too” you defended yourself. ”What do you mean, you ”had a good reason too”?” Bruce asked. ”Like i said it’s ”none of your business” now go, i’m waiting for someone” you said looking around. ”Who?” Bruce questioned.

”I think he’s looking for me” a familiar voice spoke up from behind Bruce.

Bruce turned around and was met with Selina, you immediately ran past Bruce and in to your mother’s arms, as you were wrapped in a tight hug. ”Hi, my little kitten” Selina said lovingly in your embrace. ”Selina?” Bruce said suprised.

”Hi Bruce, it’s been a while” she greeted. You and your mom spent about an hour catching up on what the other had been up to, since you moved in with Bruce and the others and since she went on the run. Bruce stood silently and listened, not wanting to interrupt knowing how much you had missed your mom.

”Are you coming home soon?” you asked her hopefully. ”Not yet, they’re still on my tail but as soon as i can, you’ll be first to know, okay?” she explained. ”Okay” you uttered disappointed. ”Y/n, can you give me a moment to speak with your dad?” she asked. ”Sure” you said walking towards the parking lot of the gas station.

”You know, i’ve missed you too, Bruce” Selina said giving him a kiss on the cheek. ”I’ve missed you too, Silena” Bruce said warmly. ”So, how has he been behaving?” Selina asked referring to you. Bruce gave a slight smile and started ”Well…”.

”He’s secretive and tough, he steals from his siblings, he sneaks out without telling anyone, gets in to fights at school and somehow has decided he thinks Black Canary is cooler than me” Bruce explained. ”That’s my boy” Selina said proudly and quickly added ”Our boy”. Bruce smiled turned slightly saddened. ”I think he sees himself mostly as your boy” he said.

”That’s my fault” Selina admitted and continued ”I should’ve introduced him to you sooner and let him get to know his father before just leaving, but he loves you, i can tell”. ”How?” Bruce questioned. ”Otherwise he’d sneak out and not come back” Selina explained.

She and Bruce then walked up to you waiting on the gas station. ”I’ll need to get going soon, Bruce, can you go wait in the car” she said and walked towards you. Selina grabbed you and pulled you in to another tight hug. She then said softly ”Look Y/n, you need learn to trust your dad, i know he’s been gone for 13 years of your life and that was a bad choice on my part”.

”Don’t hold it against him that he wasn’t there for you, okay?” she finished and you nodded. ”Now run along your dad is waiting” she said and put her biking helmet on. She then started her bike and drove off. You went back to the Batmobile and sat down in the passenger seat.

”Sorry, i snuck out again, B-… Dad” you said, the word dad feeling strange in your mouth. ”It’s okay, Y/n, it was ”none of my business” after all” Bruce said jokingly and started the drive home. By the time you two got back to the manor you had fallen asleep resting your head against your dad’s shoulder.

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Hogwarts Legacy Headcanons: How the Companions behave in an Established Relationship

Includes Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Natsai Onai, Amit Thakkar, and Poppy Sweeting.

I tried my best with the pictures, but I couldn't find one that does Amit justice. Therefore, there is no picture for his section. BUT!!! Stan Amit. He is awesome!

Edit: Thanks for all the likes, reads, comments, and rebloggs. I never expected that my post would be received this well. This means a lot to me since writing is my passion. Thank you, guys.

Sebastian Sallow

He is super protective of you. When you venture into the Forbidden Forrest, he insists on leading the way because he doesn't want you to get hurt or be surprised by enemies. No matter how often you point out that you are better at fighting than him, he will not relent. For you two, protecting each other is almost like a competition. 

Sebastian: "I didn't let a single spider touch you. You could have helped me with the Inferi, though." 

You: "I was busy keeping the goblins away from you. I had to disarm them, Sebastian. Otherwise, they would have attacked you with their swords, axes, and whatnot. I knew you could handle a few Inferi."

Sebastian expresses his love through physical touch. In the halls, while walking with you, he holds your hand. At dinner in the great hall, he sits next to you, legs touching. And in Potions class, you are his loyal partner. When you two are brewing a potion, he tends to whisper words of encouragement, brushing along your fingers or shoulders gently. 

Sebastian: "Good girl/boy. You added the right amount of Troll Bogeys." 

Against common belief, I don't think that he is the jealous type. Of course, he ensures that people who are romantically interested in you know that you are happily taken, but he is so confident in his charms that he doubts anyone comes even close to him in your book. Only when he notices that someone rivals his natural magnetism and winsome smile does he become jealous and starts sulking like a child. Then, his jealousy becomes extremely profound and unrivaled. 

Sebastian: *sitting on a bench in the hallway, pouting*

You: "Sebby, darling, what is bothering you? Don't make that dreary face."

Sebastian: "Dreary!? I’m appalled! Who does that seven-year think he is that he can steal my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner?"

You: *giggling* "No one will steal me from you. *you appease him with a kiss on his forehead*

Sebastian: *smiling exuberantly for the rest of the day until Ominis is so fed up that he swears that even he could see Seb's smile*

If you both belong to Slytherin, you spend hours in the common room reading books from the forbidden section until you fall asleep. You are usually laying on his chest, head buried in Sebastian's neck, and he holds you close with an iron-hard grip. Fortunately, Ominis always wakes up early, and when he notices that Sebastian is not in his bed, he walks down to the common room to wake you both up to prevent unnecessary rumors from spreading.

If you don't belong to Slytherin, your meeting spot for late-night reading sessions is in the Undercroft, and Ominis brings all of you some breakfast from the kitchens. 

Sebastian is so enchanted by you that he is convinced you are a rare kind of magic. Obviously, your ancient magic powers are great and all. But your smile and personality are an instant kill to him and equal fatality.

Ominis Gaunt

Ominis is not big on showing his affection publicly. But trust me, this young man will make sure that you know he loves you ardently. He is the romantic type. He writes you poems and love notes. Sometimes he passes his latest creations to you in class, and he is so clever about it that no teacher ever catches him. 

Ominis: *scribbling notes in Transfiguration* "MC, could you pass me your book? I forgot mine." 

You: "Sure." 

After a while, he returns the book, and when you turn to the page he read, you find a little sheet that Ominis used to express his love for you: Your voice sounds like the waves rippling on the shore, and your skin is as smooth as a moonstone. Your hair rivals the soft grass below a willow tree, and your breath smells like the epitome of a sweet summer breeze. I may be blind, but you invigorated my other senses: smelling, tasting, hearing, and feeling. My world would be stale without you in it. Also, I think Sebastian is up to something again. You keep an eye on him, and I will strain my ears to find out what he is hiding. In utter infatuation, your Ominis <3

Ominis loves it when you describe the surroundings to him. Unfortunately, whenever something unexpected happens, for example, in class, and he hears people gasping in astonishment, he does not know immediately what is transpiring. Ominis has to rely on someone telling him exactly what happened after the event is over to grasp the entirety of a situation. Usually, he extracts the most important pieces of information by listening closely to the different sounds amidst the chaos, but he is glad that ever since you stumbled into his gloomy life, you supply him with detailed descriptions and explanations. He loves how attentive you are. He doesn't have to ask for your help. You just inform him in a non-condescending manner about that which he cannot see. You include and cherish him with all that you are. And if the two of you are walking through the grounds of Hogwarts, he inquires about the scenery. But he is not interested in how the trees, the sun, and the sky create a picturesque atmosphere, he wants to know what the view looks like to you. He is curious about your subjective opinion. 

You: "The tree looks beautiful. It is a bit crooked, and if you were to compare its leaves to human hair, you would think that it is in desperate need of a haircut. Oh! To our right, Leander Prewett is showing off his broom skills to a few first-years. They are elated and impressed." 

Ominis: "I hear them saying that Prewett is flying phenomenally." 

You understood his implicit question perfectly. "His flying sucks, honestly. The first-years just don't know what good flying looks like."

It takes him some time, but eventually, he opens up about his trauma. He talks in detail about how he was tortured as a child and forced to use the Cruciatus Curse. He may even cry, but you hold him tight and listen to him spilling his sorrow. You don't tell him that everything is alright. Obviously, nothing is alright. The past branded a mark on his soul. In these moments, when he is at his lowest, you understand why he possesses a sarcastic personality. Sarcasm helps him to cope with his pain. All that you can and ever will tell him is that he is safe with you and that you will be there for him as long as he wants you to be. 

Ominis: "I would do anything to stop this maddening darkness inside of me. No matter how high the cost. But then I remember I needn't pay any price because you light the way out of this abyssal cavern that I call my soul."

Yes, he has dramatic tendencies, but only if he expresses his genuine feelings does he become big on words. Only the ones closest to him – you, Sebastian, and Anne - get to experience that side of him. Little side note: You are a little jealous of Anne.

You spend a lot of time in the Undercroft together, and since he can't see you, he loves to let his fingers run over your face, feeling your facial features. He loves doing that and hates when he has to stop because you either have to attend classes or Sebastian barges in with a new idea that you cannot dissuade him from. It always ends with Ominis and you helping Sebastian out to make sure he doesn't get into serious trouble. 

Ominis: *his thumbs brush over your bows and the bridge of your nose* "You are dazzling." 

You: *your face is flushed red as his index finger traces your mouth*

Ominis: *his other hand moves to your collarbone, and from there, it wanders precariously low. *

You: *smacking his hand away* "I know you can't see, but you were about to touch my... well, you know." 

Ominis: *shrugging* "It was worth a try."

You: *your mouth agape* "Wha-"

Natsai Onai

She is a very classy person regarding dating, and the most important aspect for her in a relationship is trust and respect. She abhors it when someone treats her patronizingly or disrespectfully. If you want this relationship to work, you and she have to be on eye level. 

She is not a big fan of public affection. However, she does not mind it much either. She likes to hold your hand or kiss you on the cheeks. Occasionally, she holds the door open for you.

She is even more protective than Sebastian and Ominis would be in a relationship. If anyone looks at you the wrong way, her dark eyes will settle ominously and threateningly on them. The Gryffindor in her sometimes urges her to say something provoking, and if she does so, it requires you to diffuse the situation. Incidents like these are rare though, and Natsai picks her battles wisely. You don’t have anything to worry about. 

*A group of students whispering and looking at you while you pass by with Natsai* 

You: *ignoring them and talking in detail about how you defeated the Lord of the Coast in hopes of impressing Natsai*

Natsai: *walking up to the students and crossing her arms as she stares them down silently*

The students: *confused and scared*

Natsai: “Have you ever experienced the horrors of an angry gazelle?” 

Natsai’s mother, Professor Onai, keeps a close eye on you. At some point, you contemplated dropping Divination, because whether in class or in the Great Hall, this woman watches you like a hawk. Especially after the whole ordeal with Harlow. 

You: *eating breakfast in the Great Hall and looking up to the teacher's podium, only to see Natsai’s mother staring at you* 

You: *turning to Natsai hastily and tapping her on the shoulder* “Natty, your mother is doing it again.”

Natsai: “Oh, don’t worry. She likes you.”

You: *breathing a sigh of relief*

Natsai: “But she said she was going to transfigure you into a toad if you were to hurt me.”

Needless to say that you and Natty spend most of your dates outside the castle in Hogsmeade, enjoying a butterbeer. Of course, the beverage tastes good, but the real reason you go to the Three Broomsticks is that you want to talk undisturbed in a secluded corner, preferably on the second floor. You talk a lot about Matabeleland and Uagadou, and Natty is glad that you are genuinely interested in her culture of origin and don’t ask questions just to be polite. Trust me, she experiences that a lot. More often than not, your talks become personal and even philosophical. 

When you trust her enough, you show her the Room of Requirements. Then most of your dates take place there, away from the prying eyes of others, and she teaches you wandless magic.

Amit Thakkar

He has an absolute glow-up in the summer leading up to your seventh year at Hogwarts. Amit was cute and handsome before but… just wow! However, he is absolutely oblivious to any male or female student showing interest in him. He is too focused on studying Astronomy and Gobbledygook. Only has eyes for you anyway, his beloved star.  

*You and Amit are spending time at the Astronomy Tower, looking at the stars*

You: “Amit, they were definitely hitting on you earlier. Did you not notice?”

Amit: *staring into his telescope* “I only noticed you.” 

He is not good at expressing his feelings. He shows his love by comparing you to stars and things that he likes, which sometimes goes horribly wrong. 

Amit: *showing you his map of the night sky while you study in the library* “You remind me of the Scorpion constellation.” 

You: “Oh, why is that?”

Amit: “Well, the Scorpion looks just as courageous and powerful as you when you return from your frequent excursions all muddy… and smelly…and covered in grime… barely holding on to life—”

You: “Stop it, Amit.”

Since we are already talking about your adventures outside of Hogwarts... Amit is worried sick when you don’t show up to classes because that is a clear indication that you are out in the wild, risking your life. Again. He always covers for you, though, when a teacher inquires about your absence. Unfortunately, he is bad at lying. When you return from your adventures, he is mad at you and scolds you tirelessly. Amit doesn’t even want to know what you have been up to because his poor heart cannot take hearing about the perils you found yourself in. He helps to clean the grime off your face with a handkerchief and fusses about your appearance. In these moments, he behaves like a worried parent. The handkerchief he uses has his initials stitched on it. By now, you have a whole stack of these handkerchiefs in your dorm room. 

Professor Sharp: *checking the class attendance and noticing that you are missing* “Where is Mr/Ms (Your Surname)?” 

Amit: *feels already guilty that he is about to lie* “Ah… ehm, Professor Sharp, I fear that they fell… ehm… yes, exactly, they fell off their broom. They are currently in the hospital wing…” *hunches his shoulders forward slightly to hide from the skeptical glances of the other students thrown his way*

Imelda: “That’s simply impossible, Amit. They are almost as good at flying as I am. I want to stress the almost, though. No one is as good as me.” 

Amit: *panicking and becoming angry* “Yes, Imelda, but accidents happen to the best of us. Don’t they?”

Imelda: “They don’t happen to me.”

Amit: *his head falls on the table in frustration, but he lifts it up right away and apologizes to Professor Sharp for violating the social codex of good behavior* “My behavior was highly improper, Sir.” 

You and Amit fulfill the stereotype of a goody-two-shoes falling in love with a daredevil and vice versa. You are over the moon and back for each other. Amit can’t stress enough how you are like the sun and moon. You are opposites that sought to unite your differences.

You: *making your way to Care for Magical Creatures*

Amit: *pulling you into an alcove, pressing you against the wall, and putting his finger to your mouth to prevent you from screeching*

You: “Amit! You are lucky I have a third sense for knowing when it’s you who ambushes me.”

Amit: “Right. Otherwise, I would have ended up like one of those dark wizards.” *brushes your hair out of your face* “Well, you know how stern I can be about time management. There is still some time until our next class starts.”

You: *giggling* “By Merlin, then don’t waste our precious time.”

Amit: *kisses you passionately*

Although Amit doesn’t want to be informed in detail about your perilous adventures, he does ask whether you have met any goblins that would help him with improving his pronunciation in Gobbledygook. 

Amit: *holding your hand while you are sitting under a tree, gazing at the Great Lake* “Remember that you once told me about Garnuff and Biscuit?”

You: *rolling your eyes* “How could I forget? It was not easy to save Biscuit and the other Mooncalves from the poachers. I had to free the poor beasts from the cage they were being held in by using Alohomora, but somehow the lock didn’t react to the spell. It took me multiple tries until I got it right.”

Amit: “Would you mind introducing me to Garnuff? I would like to improve my Gobbledygook.”

You: *kissing him on the cheek* “Not at all.” 

His parents love you, and they are already planning your wedding, although you and Amit are not thinking about that at all. Not yet, that is. 

Poppy Sweeting

Poppy is very serious when it comes to relationships. She does not take them lightly and intends to show her true self to her romantic partner. 

Poppy: *looking seriously at you after you confessed to her* "I like you, too. But if we are going to do this, then it is all or nothing."

Poppy grew up in a company of poachers because her parents were part of said company. Early on, she realized that the harm her parents caused the magical beasts was immoral. She has a strong sense of what is wrong and what is right. Since she could never identify with the lifestyle of her parents, she has always felt like an outsider. That is partly the case because she has a strong personality and despises the thought of altering herself just to be liked. Also, her past caused her to be more emotionally mature than her peers.

You: "Poppy, maybe you should go to Hogsmeade with the others. They invited you, after all. You might make new friends."

Poppy: "I don't want to go. I have seen how Violet McDowell and Grace Pinch-Smedly sneer at other people behind their backs. They just need someone to look down upon so they feel better. At least I have enough self-confidence to define my worth solely by my standards and virtues."

You: *sighing, knowing that she is right* "A butterbeer with Highwing in the Room of Requirement it is, then."

Once she realizes she can show her true colors around you without having to be afraid of being judged or shunned, she becomes the embodiment of THE loyal Hufflepuff. She always has your back, no matter what. Also, she is so wholesome! Together, you spend a lot of your time in your Vivarium, where she is so busy with the beasts that she sometimes forgets you are there. But you are just happy to see her smiling, uninhibited and free. 

*You and Poppy are spending time in the Vivarium*

Poppy: *looking in your direction and running towards you* "Oh, you are so cute!"

You: *your ears turn red and you bashfully open your arms for a hug*

Poppy: *rushes past you*

You: *turning around confused, only to see Poppy hugging the Irondale Thief, a Niffler, who sticks out his tongue at you, smiling smugly*

Poppy does not mind public displays of affection, but kissing in front of others is as far as she would go. Make-out sessions are reserved for more private locations. Her love language is being attentive to you. She makes sure you eat enough and listens earnestly when something is weighing heavily on you. 

Poppy: *seeing that you are unfocused in Charms* "Hey, what is wrong?"

You: "I have been thinking about Professor Fig lately. I miss him."

Poppy: "I see. How about we eat something after class and talk about your grief?"

You: *kissing her when Professor Hecat is not looking* "Sounds perfect."

Poppy is your little ray of sunshine, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Her grandma adores you and writes you letters, too. Occasionally, she sends you sweets or practical stuff like woolen gloves/scarves. Basically, anything that keeps you warm during the colder months. 

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Adoring Stands

Here’s another JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure fanfic! I love Mista with my whole heart, and I came up with this idea the other day and had to write it down. As always gif and characters are not mine, and if anyone would like to make a request, please feel free to ask!

Description: Guido Mista’s stand, Six Bullets, absolutely adore the reader, and they love to show the bullets affection in return. When Mista tries to rest after an exhausting mission, he is greeted by an adorable sight.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of fighting and violence from the mission, otherwise none (if I miss something though, don’t be afraid to point it out!)

After a successful mission, the Bucciarati gang loved to go back to the Libeccio for a five course dinner. Bruno spared no expense when it came to boosting the moral of his comrades, and each person took their seat in their usual spots. Abbachio sat to Mista’s left, his headphones playing classical music as he drank from his wine glass. To Mista’s right was Y/N L/N, the newest member of the team, followed by Fugo and Narancia. Bruno and Giorno sat across from Y/N and Mista.

“Excellent work today, Y/N. I must say your fighting skills continue to impress me.” Bruno commented as he took a bite from his garlic bread.

Y/N gave a slight smile as they bowed their head in respect. “Thank you, Bucciarati, but the mission would have failed without the help from the rest of the team.”

“Come on, don’t be so modest! You totally kicked that stand user’s ass.” Mista playfully nudged Y/N in the ribs, and they returned the favor by punching him in the shoulder. Narancia snickered at Mista and Y/N’s antics, and the rest shared knowing looks. The chemistry between the two of them had always been present, and the others loved to tease Mista about when he would make an actual move.

“What are you laughing at, uomo idiota?” Mista asked as he glared at Narancia. 

The younger boy laughed even harder as he twirled spaghetti around on his fork. “It’s nothing, Mista. You’ll figure it out eventually.”

The group continued to eat in silence, or it was silent until Mista’s stand, Six Bullets, complained about their own hunger. They all tried to climb up onto Mista’s plate to steal some of his food, except for Number Five, who had been punched by Number Three and knocked back onto the table. Number Five rubbed his swollen gold cheek as he started to cry, but Y/N quickly scooped them up into their hand.

“Easy now, Number Five, there’s no need for tears. Number three may pick on you, but you are just as valuable as the other bullets. Here, I saved you a little something.” Y/N offered part of their tiramisu cake to Number Five, and the bullet squealed happily as it pulled the dessert off the fork. Number Five quickly shoved the coffee-flavored cake into their mouth before the others caught them in the act.

Number Five hurried back to the group, and they whispered to Number One the kind deed that Y/N had done, hoping to earn some brownie points with the leader of the group. Of course, this wasn’t the first time that Y/N had slipped the Six Bullets desserts or extra snacks on the side apart from what Mista gave them, but it still excited each of them every time.

One by one, the other bullets sneaked off to steal some tiramisu from Y/N, trying their best not to catch Mista’s attention, but he wasn’t a fool. “Y/N! I told you not to sneak extra snacks to these guys! The last thing they need is coffee, especially since I will be the one dealing with the aftermath.” Mista shook his head, but Y/N simply giggled as they looked towards the Six Bullets.

“Do you all promise me you won’t trouble Mista? I would appreciate it if you take it easy on him, and if you behave, I might be able to spare a macaron or two.”

“We promise, Y/N!” The bullets replied in unison, causing Mista to shake his head at them, but Y/N noticed the start of a smile on the Italian’s face. After lunch came to a close, the Bucciarati gang headed back to their secluded hide out to rest. Bruno told them that it would be better if everyone lay low for a while in case other enemy stand users were still searching for them. Fugo and Narancia sat down on the couch in the common room of their hideout since Fugo promised that he would help Narancia with arithmetic problems. Bruno sat at the table by the window drinking a cup of tea and recording the details of the mission. Abbacchio sat across from Bruno listening to Monteverdi, taking a moment to reach across the table and take hold of Bruno’s hand. The capo smiled at the gesture and rubbed his thumb against the back of Abbacchio’s hand. Giorno worked on trimming a bonsai tree that had been a basket a few moments earlier before he transformed it with Golden Wind. The atmosphere radiated with tranquility, that is until Mista started pacing the floor.

The flirty interaction between him and Y/N was not the first, and yet the more time that passed the more that Mista felt something growing deep in his chest. It felt warm and comforting, but at the same time it made his stomach twist into nervous knots. The others told him numerous times that the feelings he experienced each moment he stood beside Y/N was love, but Mista still had some uncertainty. What if Y/N flirted with him for fun? It wouldn’t be the first time someone played with his feelings and left when boredom took over. “I’m going to go lay down for a while. Maybe some rest will help clear my head.” Mista walked down the hall and opened the door to the room he typically slept in.

Mista expected to see an empty bed, but the sight in front of him made his heart leap with joy and astonishment. Y/N laid on their back, their favorite blanket tangled over their legs as their eyes remained closed. The Six Bullets were curled up on Y/N’s chest, also in deep states of sleep. Number Five snored lightly as they nuzzled into the soft fabric of Y/N’s shirt. Mista grinned from ear to ear at the sight in front of him, and he thought to himself that this moment was sweeter than the chocolate cake he had for dessert that afternoon.

Trying his best not to wake Y/N or any of the Six Bullets, Mista crept over to the dresser and sat his hat on the oak furniture, running a hand through his curly locks. He crossed over to the side of the bed that looked the most spacious and settled into the spot. Mista leaned over and lightly touched Y/N’s shoulder. “Hey, you’re hogging my bed, bellissima.”

Y/N let out a groggy mumble as they opened their eyes. Their chest felt heavier than usual, and as soon as they looked down to see what was causing the weight difference, they noticed that the Six Bullets were still snoozing away. “I’m so sorry, Mista,” Y/N apologized. “I thought you were busy, and these guys were ready for their nap, so I offered them a comfortable place to rest. It appears I dozed off myself.”

Mista brushed the back of his knuckles against Y/N’s cheek, causing them to blush. “No need to apologize, especially after the ass kicking you did during our mission today. You deserve the rest, and clearly my Six Bullets are in the same boat.” It was Mista’s turn to blush as he glanced away to look out the window. “They really seem to like you Y/N, adore you is more accurate, and they aren’t the only ones who adore you with all their heart.”

Y/N gasped at Mista’s confession, but they could feel their heart swell with joy from his sentimental words. Y/N had developed feelings for Mista months ago, but after so many failed relationships, they thought that it would be impossible for someone like Mista to reciprocate the feelings. They reached for his hand, and Mista turned back to face Y/N. “I think you should lay down and rest a while too, Mista. I would say that you look even more attractive when you are exhausted, but I wouldn’t dare lie to the person I’ve had a crush on for months.”

A chuckle rumbled from Mista’s chest as he reclined on the bed and wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling them closer into his warm embrace. The Six Bullets seemed to enjoy the extra warmth from Mista’s sweater as well, and for once in a long time, Mista felt at peace. “I’m glad to hear that you would not lie to me, tesoro, because now that you have confessed your feelings too, I will be by your side for as long as I live.”

Tag list: @pansexualtimcurryvampireelf

Y/N hummed as their eyes drooped shut, sleep taking over once again. Mista fell into his own peaceful dreams, but none of them could compare to his current reality where his dream had already come true.

#guido mista x reader #mista x reader #Mista x reader fluff #guido mista x reader fluff #guido mista #mista #jjba mista #jjba guido mista #jjba #jjba golden wind #jojo’s bizarre adventure #JoJo’s bizarre adventure part five #jjba part 5 #team bucciarati #bucciarati gang #jjba fanfic #JoJo’s bizarre adventure fanfic #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #narancia ghirga #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Gushing About Their Animal Form | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Azul Ashengrotto 

When it's reveaed that he’s actually an octo-mer he thinks you're making fun of him when he sees that fond look in your eyes

But when he meets your enamored gaze more than once since his overblot he gets curious

Sending Jade on the task he expects to get clear results

But alas he does not

Even with his sly attitude and trying to use his unique magic Grimm or Ace&Deuce always seemed to get in the way

Hardly ever catching you alone the more reliable Leech twin has failed

Now onto the other one

Of course Floyd is jumping at the chance to play with ‘his Shrimpy~’

Unlike Jade Floyd can immediately scare off your entourage or at least out run them before asking Azul’s question

You play dumb for a little while hoping it will just throw him off

But he gets to tickling and you just can’t keep it in anymore

“I-haha- like-no haha- love–octopuses! Now p-please s-stop y-you’re gonna make me pee!” 

He’s blushing so hard the revelation 

‘You like octopuses?’

So life will continue as usual until he finally has the guts to ask you fighting his imagination as he awaits your confirmation

Now if your an animal lover(like me) you’re gushing about how much you love their intelligence

Praising their innate immune system, ability to camouflage, and just absolute innovation when it comes to surviving

While he’s listening to you rant with that sparkle in your eye he decides that he quite loves this side of you 

He loves all sides of you but your own passion and interest in him simply by his existence alone is something he’d rather not live without

It doesn’t really matter if you were actually talking about the animal only

So if you behave keep visiting him often he’ll eventually promise to let you see his form

And while he’ll be totally embarrassed that you follow up he’ll hold true and invite you to a second location 

You agree and from there it's easy pickings

He can keep you somewhere where only he can get to you

Somewhere where you both can admire eachothers extremities without bringing attention

“I’m glad you don’t mind my tentacles. Now, following through with our deal, would you please stop wiggling away! Isn’t it fair? I let you touch me so intimately.”

If your not an animal lover and you quite literally like the taste get ready for this bottom yandere

You have so much control over him once he finds out he practically embarasses himself to death around you

Don’t say you like eating anyother seafood 

otherwise I can see him targeting anyone with any relation

“There’s only room for one worthy to be their prey and it's not worth anything for it to be you!” 

Leona Kingscholar

You gravitate to him when your in groups anyways

He figures it's because he’s considered the strongest

And he takes pride in that 

But this understanding changes when you start reaching for his ears or tail

He probably won’t actually respond just easily grab your reaching  hand or even hold your head far enough that your arms don’t reach 

He’ll want to know but he won’t be the one to ask you

But Ruggie will

Then starts your passionate rant about lions and their symbolism in society and all the ways they prevail in the Savannah 

He’s…really thrilled though

This means his chances with you are already increased and that gives him the advantage

He begins baiting you 

purposefully directing your attention to him with a flick of his tail

Who said male lions can’t hunt!

He sets his snare by pretending to sleep wistfully in some secluded area

So when you inevitably want to sneak a pet he snatches you and proposes an irresistable offer

“If you want to feel me so bad then at least be useful to me when I want to sleep.”

Being a cuddle pet in exchange for the closest you’ll get to a lion 

Good enough!

He dangles it over your head 

As a way for you to follow his will 

“I don’t want you talking with that scuzzball.” 

“But-”

“Five less minutes.”

“What?! I-” 

“Ten less minutes–”

“Okay! Okay! No more talking with him.”

“Good. Zzzzzzzz.”

Grim~

Its less of a counterpart than his whole darn existence

And you probably will never outwardly express how much you love cats 

But he knows you’re not clueless about it

Making makeshift catpaths and cat trees

Playing with him for a certain amount of time everyday

Or how you don’t comment when he feels the need to speed around suddenly before going to bed

Or how you’ll only pet him when he offers

He just has that feeling 

But since you’ve never said anything outright he doesn’t have any grounds to correct you

That doesn’t mean he's happy when you get so excited to hear that Chen’ya floating around

“The Great Grim does require his nails to be trimmed...unless I could do it on his skin–”

“Grim!”

“A joke. The Great Grim is not only the greatest magician but has the comedy of uh…funny human!”

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #grim #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #yandere leona x reader #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere grim

[veintrry]

DETECTIVE SHIKANOIN

when his love is put under the lens of a magnifying glass what will you come to learn about your dear detective?

cw: nsfw at the very end, the rest is sfw.

an: I've been obsessed with him for the past couple of weeks I need to write smt related to him to cleanse my mind. inspired by this song <3

I've got this one, no sweat, no sweat

Don't be fooled by his cool façade. Even if he may attempt to make himself appear collected and unbothered when he's around you that man is absolutely charmed by you, horrendously so. Hell, no matter how many teasing comments he may throw at you trying to catch you off-guard more often than not its a way for him to regain himself and hopefully get the upper hand.

Prior to getting with you he'll be more flirty with you than anyone else, his words are coquettish and his playful demeanour is only sharper as he manages to find a way to make an amorous or passionate joke out of most situations. -- however you could merely argue that it's just how he is, irs his personality, despite how different it is compared to how he treats everyone else. He doesn't outright say it, not until he feels like he must. In truth, nobody wants to be rejected by the person they like, but if he notices how your behaviour towards him changes, how you entertain these ideas of him, how you get so close to him he can feel his heart stuck at his throat. He begins to hope. It only takes one long day filled with hightened emotions and actions that feel like memories he was born to fulfill, words he was meant to speak to you, for him to finally say it.

After you two start dating god is he direct. He will make his love for you as clear as day, he doesn't see why he wouldn't. Though, that doesn't mean he shows you everything. After all, it'd be embarrassing for him if he told you just how much he liked you, though he doesn't mind showing you on special occasions in detail both verbally and physically.

please be my second pair of eyes

the level of trust that Heizou has embedded within you is one not easily achieved nor granted. His trust in you is much higher than with anyone else, despite being confident about where his peers stand with him he sees you as his indefinite rock, someone's who's tied to him at the hip and who covers his blind spot out of sheer habit. He didn't get you involved with his cases often but something he enjoyed was hearing your interpretations. In an unintentional way, you end up looking out for clues without you realising whenever he takes up a new case. You rarely ever directly insert yourself into a situation, but if there's someone he needs to help him catch a criminal he knows who to ask.

why don't you get those thoughts off of your chest

say the word and he's right at your side in the blink of an eye. Actually, you wouldn't even have to speak for him to notice when you're distressed or behaving oddly. It starts with small actions coming from you, slight wrinkles around your eyes and forehead as you furrow your brows ever so slightly, the glaze over your eye seemingly holding a different darker hue, and it felt more as though you were out of it, mind rummaging elsewhere as you begin to neglect or forget about all kinds of things, from irrelevant to gravely important. He maintains a patient mind with you, waiting for you regardless and making sure to make up for mistakes you've made, offering you a guiding hand.

He doesn't verbally approach you immediately unless you looked like you were on the brink of breaking, otherwise he begins to involve himself with you furthermore, checking in with you whenever he sees you wandering around, attempting to make dishes you find comfort in, offering you more affection as he clings to you more, and spending more of his free time around you (in truth he merely ditches going to the Tenryou Comission opting to be there for you. The worse that could happen is him being barraged by Sara anyways.) However, if he sees that you're purposely attempting to avoid speaking about it with anyone that's when he acknowledges it. Patient he is, but that doesn't mean he won't already be looking into it himself, he can't help listening to his intuition.

and let me take good care of you

he really is the kindness to spoil you with affection. Whether it be verbal or physical just know he always has something up his sleeve. When it comes to gifts I'd think he'd rather find them with you, travelling to a beautiful view and looking around to find something to keep. He's the kind to adore matching bracelets, I don't doubt that if you had made a pair for the both of you he'd tease you relentlessly, but don't let that distract you from how wide he's smiling. He'll honour you with everything he has, he'll ensure that you are happy because to him, you mean the world and so much more.

Shikanoin is a great detective and a reason for that is how attentive he is to little details that others may dismiss. Trust that he'll take mental notes of: foods you like that he could cook for you (and add some shikanoin love into the mix), items you saw outside window shopping, items that remind him of you, sounds that bother you, habits you have when you get nervous or anxious around others, how you like to be held or to hold him when you're sleeping. It's all stuff he keeps in mind throughout daily life subconsciously, you just become an inherently big part of him.

shh, don't worry, I already know

If you are ever in a tight spot the last thing you'd have to do is outright tell him. Everyone has their secrets, and many of us want to keep things to ourselves, including burdens. However, if you were stuck in a position where you can't do anything, rest assured. Heizou doesn't outright tell you that he's figured it out, he waits for the slightest sign of a confession or request from you to act upon his plans.

Arguments between you weren't common, there wasn't a lot to argue about. Though, if a situation arises and you two get into a heated debate about something, it's hard to recover. Hard because it becomes a question of who'll speak first. If you give him the silence treatment, believe me he'll return it, but after a while he'll realise that he only reciprocated the treatment because he was upset at you. He will approach you first and if he was in the wrong he'll apologise to you, but if it was something you did that hurt him he'd urge you to understand how he feels and wait on an apology.

A part of him feels that arguing would be a waste, because in truth when it comes down to it, you two are at each others beck and call, risking your love just over some disagreement is the last thing he'd want.

baby, one more time for me (nsfw)

It's hard for him to simply settle down and stop after a couple of rounds, especially when you're moaning right into his ear, when your chest is rising up and down with your heavy breaths meeting his skin, and your tantalizing eyes, stuck onto him as though he'd disappear in an instant. It's like you were savouring each view of him, as though with your half-lidded eyes you were only finding more ludicrous thoughts brewing within the cauldron that is your mind.

He can't help it when he feels you tighten around him, your hand gripping onto his hair as you pull him into the crook of your neck, muffling your call for him with his shoulder, regardless he hears how needy you sound, how your voice pleads for him and how his name sounds like a prayer leaving your mouth and he would never want you to stop, because if his name was a mantra then he'll gurantee you stay focused on him and only him.

A hand rides up your outer thigh as he laughs near the shell of your ear, "Come on," He urges, and you already know what he means. Both your bodies feel like they're burning, the sweat between you two is sticky as you attempt to catch you breath, repeating his name in a whine. "Just once more, I promise." You knew better though and he himself knew that he was merely deceiving nobody when he let those words fall off his tongue with such ease. "Liar." Your brows furrow as you teasingly glare at him, he merely responds with a sheepish smile as though he was a naïve criminal, caught red-handed, though that grin quickly morphed into his signature cocky smile as his gaze narrowed onto you "I can't help it when you look so pretty like this, all for me, too." You suppose you should be glad that he was very thorough with his searches.

#suffering from severe heizou brainrot #heizou x reader #heizou #heizou fluff #heizou smut #heizou headcanons #heizou shikanoin #heizou genshin impact #genshin shikanoin #heizou shikanoin x reader #shikanoin heizou #genshin impact shikanoin x reader

[lavaflowe]

JTTW READING CLUB CATCH UP

Pt. 2

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

Chpt 4 Thoughts:

•the fighting immediately at the gate should have tipped everyone off this wasn’t going to go well💀 doomed from the start

•the hand holding with Gold star of Venus and Wukong I am not okay, I’m exploding it’s so cute

•Holy shit the poem about Heaven is LONG

•Wukong handles being called a bogus immortal very well?? I thought he would be angrier about that… I guess he knows its true tho🤷‍♀️

•Wukong is fantastic at his job- the best horse girl around (for the 2 weeks he was there lol)

•tantrum™️ kicks over his desk and smashes everything with his ruyi bang, causes property damage and LEAVES

•interesting that I’ve seen a lot of adaptations have him release the horses and do a mini havoc in Heaven

•love that it’s just 2 random demons who suggest 齐天大圣 to Wukong, not anyone important or anything JAKDJSJ

•HE QUITS AND THE JADE EMPEROR CALLS FOR HIM BE CAPTURED BECAUSE HES A MONSTER??? HUH???(I thought Gold Star stepped in but I GUESS I WAS WRONG)(capitalism smh /j)

•NEZHA APPEARANCE WHOOOO

•Spreading Flower axe sounds so cool, prime design material

•”eyes glowered strangely like burning stars; past his shoulders two ears, forked and hard; his voice resounded like bells and chimes”<- poem about Wukong, so lovely

•Theme I’m noticing: Wukong treated like an animal until proven otherwise (makes sense but also not)

•asks Nezha whose little brother is he, and Nezha immediately spits back like 3 insults JAKFJSJSJ, he is not here to mess around🔫

•3 HEADED 6 ARM FIGHT: WUKONG v. NEZHA

•the old bait and switch then smashing Nezha’s shoulder (flash back to all the paintings of Nezha running off while holding his broken arm💀)

•Love that Wukong called himself the little brother of the fraternal 7

•Gold Star Of Venus more like Master Negotiator/Mediator

•….is Gold star lying??? WUH

•”Peace and Quiet” and “Serene Spirit”- it’s like they don’t know that’s gonna bore the shit out of Wukong💀 like watching a train wreck in slow motion- HES NEEDS ACTION AND SOMEONE TO PLAY WITH

Chpt 5&6 under cut:

Chpt 5 Thoughts:

•uses all his free time to make more friends

•Gold Star realizes that he may get bored so they give him an extremely tedious task that will also probably bore him JAKDJAJAJD

•HELP HE JUST STARTS EATING ALL THE PEACHES WHAT- he behaved for probably like 2 weeks (again) and then decided he couldn’t wait any longer to try the OLDEST AND RAREST FRUIT IN THE GARDEN!!! AND HE PICKS MULTIPLE, NOT JUST ONE

•I’m yelling he does this multiple times

•okay but him playing around and eating making him tired and taking a nap on the branches when he’s 2 inches tall?? Adorable, no longer mad he ate all the peaches, he’s just a little guy

•ah so he only ate the really good ones. Ofcourse.

•Gently breaking the news that he’s probably not invited to the banquet 😬

•immediately freezes the peach maidens- WHY??? WHAT WAS THE REASON???

•Identity theft smh

•he is feeling….mischievous

•RESIST UR IMPULSES OH MY GOD

•he is so wasted he accidentally wandered into Laozi’s lab

Wukong: I’ve never met Laozi….now is for SURE the perfect time to make friends, when I’m so drunk I can’t walk straight

•He keeps putting things in his mouth, very monkey™️ of him

•IMMEDIATELY sobered up and knew he was in deep shit

•he lived in heaven for over a century 👀👀, Wukong says half a year- so maybe like 175 days?

•he goes back to get wine for his monkeys 🥺🥺

•next day/year Everyone one complains about the Havoc LMAO, they just kept coming, I know the Jade Emperor is distraught HAJDJAJ

•Wukong was going to straight up ignore the heavenly army they sent if they hadn’t busted down his door😂

•all his demon Allies were captured while he did a 1 v 6 with Nezha and the 5 Devarajas

•Wukong starting to get lost in the sauce, doesn’t care his ally’s were captured as long as his monkeys are okay

Chpt 6 Thoughts:

•Guan Yin Rolling up their sleeves to fix this mess

•”nothing but an invitation to disappointment” THE DRAMATICS

•I wonder if the Greek constellations were actually listed or if that was a translation choice??

•interesting that he outlasted Moksa instead of outwitting him- I feel like there’s a deeper meaning to that

•Guan Yin: I have a solution…..call in your Nephew

Jade Emperor: GENIUS

•Erlang is PUMPED to fight Wukong

•something something Erlang Shen is HAWT

•Erlang Shen: I’m here to kick your ass and arrest you

Wukong: your MOM

Erlang already swinging:

•Warform fight pt 2: Electric Boogaloo

•”they darted as stars to fill the sky”

•Erlangs eye being called the Phoenix Eye sounds SO COOL

•spotted bustard has no standards-I stand by the whore joke

•Erlang having fun with their fight LMAOOOOO

•HELP WHY DID HE WASTE TIME ENTERING A TEMPLE??? WUKONG PLS💀💀 UR ARMY IS GONE AND YOURE CORNERED NOW IS NOT THE TIME

•Wukong defeated with an assist from Laozi and Xiaotian

•stabbed for his crimes

•it’s execution time

•really loved that the poems were used to describe all of the fights

#IM ALMOST CAUGHT UP #SOB #jttw book club #sun wukong #erlang shen #nezha #li nezha #jttw #journey to the west #my art #lava chatter #my thots™️

[one-green-frog]

Little Munchkin part 2

Bonten Haitani brothers x child! reader

Part 1

It had been about a year and a half since the Haitani Brothers picked you up from the street and gave you a meaningful life. It was like heaven on earth and there was never a time where you would cry yourself to sleep. The only time that happened was when you walked into your room for the first time, and they were happy tears, so this doesn't count. But do not fret you weren't the only one that cried during your stay. When you accidentally called Ran 'Dad', he was also shedding tears.

At school you felt like the biggest Badass on earth evertime they would pick you up from school, you could hear the whispering from your classmates, about how cool they looked and how rich they must be.

This obviously brought you fame and fake friends, but you easily saw who was just trying to be your friends because of your cool big brothers and who actually shared your interests in shiny rocks.

Normally when you got home, they would be out, doing some business and some nanny would take care of you, but today was different. They were at home waiting for your return and once you walked through the door, they were smiling at you. Today was a special day, you would be meeting the rest of their colleagues, and they would certainly brag about how cute their new little brother was.

The ride to the headquarters wasn't too long, in about 15 minutes you were standing in front of a not so eye catching building. It was strange how the ourside looked nothing like the inside, but your little child brain didn't think too much of it.

Now that you were in the elevator you were beginning to get anxious. What if they wouldn't like you? Your brothers told you to be very polite and to behave otherwise there would be consequences, so did that mean they were bad people? Of course they were, but oyu didn't know they actually killed people, so you only worried about not being able to impress them.You were tightening your grip on Rindou's hand and him being the good big brother he is noticed your nervousness.

"Hey bud, you don't have to worry about anything." he reassured you, which did calm you down a bit.

Finally after what seemed like hours you walked out of the elevator and the first thing you noticed was the loud voiced that yelled at someone. In that moment you regret ever agreeing to meet your brothers colleagues. But it's too late to turn back now.

When the three of you entered the lounge, the people there didn't seem to stop whatever they were fighting about. And luckily didn't notice you, after all you were hiding behind Rindou's legs.

Only after Ran loudly announced their arrival did they cease their fighting. It took a few seconds till they actually spotted you.

"Haitanis, who's this kid?"

A guy with pink hair asked.

"This, my friend, is our little brother, the one we talked about"

Silence engulfed the whole room and now everyone was staring at you. It obviously made you uncomfortable and you tried to hide behind Rindou's leg a little more, until you noticed him.

A guy with white hair and way to obvious eye bags.

Your mood immediately change when you spotted him, now walking towards him, your little hand in your pocket as you grab a special thing.

Ran and Rindou's soul left their body once they saw who you were walking towards, they were too late to stop you. If something were to happen they would beg for forgiveness, they couldn't stand the thought of losing you, but for now they could only watch.

As you stood in front of the most dangerous man in Japan, you pulled your hand out of your pocket and presented him...

A shiny rock

A piece of bismuth to be precise.

"Excuse me mister, you look a bit sad. This rock always makes me happy, b-because it's shiny and colorful and it's not round, oh and I like the colors. S-so I thought maybe it will also make you happy."

Mikey was shocked to see this little boy being so concerned about him. Normally he would kill anyone who would bother him, but this kid was... different. It sparked a flame in his stone cold heart.

He took the "rock" out of (name)'s hands and ruffled his hair.

Stupid kid, that's not a rock

"Thank you for your concern. It does make me happy"

Everyone in the room was shocked to see Mikey with the tiniest of a smile. Shocked and happy that the child was still alive. Not they watched as the kid waddled back to his brothers, with a smile the was radiating happiness.

The day went on, everyone introduced themselves and quickly warmed up to him. They all had a great time and all of them secretly agreed to destroy anything and anyone that would get in the kid's way.

In the end the Haitani family went home with a sleeping kid, the Bonten executives with the newfound titles as uncles and the leader of the group went home with the shiny "rock" the little sunshine gave him and a smile on his face. All of them couldn't wait to see the kid again

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revenger x male reader #tokyorev #tokyorev x reader #male reader #tokyo rev x you #x male reader #tokrev #haitani fluff #haitani x reader #rindou haitani #ran haitani #haitani brothers #haitani rindou x reader #haitani ran x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #Fluff #rindou tokyo revengers #bonten rindou #bonten x reader #bonten ran #ran tokyo revengers

[theelvenhaven]

Jealous Ecthelion

Request: May I request a Jealous!Ecthelion? Maybe Reader has been talking about someone she kinda admires and he gets the green eyes 👀💚 of envy. He thought he was your No. 1 :(((

A/N: I wasn't quite sure if this was supposed to be a fic or a set of headcanons but I made it into headcanons.

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⫸ Ecthelion likes to think of himself as someone who isn't capable of getting jealous, and is often times proud of that fact because he trusts you so deeply.

⫸ So when it comes to you speaking about people you admire, Ecthelion usually takes things in stride and doesn't jump to conclusions.

⫸ He enjoys listening to you rave about your favorite whomever- friend, author, artist, etc. that you have had the chance to meet and spend time with.

⫸ If anything he will usually contribute to the conversation, keeping it going until you have spoken about it til your heart is positively content with all that you wanted to say.

⫸ So when you come to Ecthelion one day talking about how you really like another Lord in the Houses of Gondolin, Ecthelion feels a little pang of jealousy strike him right in the chest.

⫸ At first he just ignores it and tries to just focus on listening to you talk about it, because clearly this conversation and admiration you have for this Lord are harmless... right?

⫸ But the more he listens to you speak, the more jealous he becomes.

⫸ Ecthelion knows it is entirely irrational that he is feeling this way about the Lord you are speaking of, I mean you two have a romantic relationship why would he need to worry? Right?

⫸ But when he realizes that you aren't going to stop talking about the Lord you have suddenly come to admire it only serves to make him positively green with envy.

⫸ Ecthelion grows surprisingly short with you about who you are talking about and doesn't take the time to indulge you in questions to keep the conversation going.

⫸ It doesn't take long for you to catch onto the fact that something is wrong seeing as he isn't indulging you like he usually would when you come to him about someone you admire.

⫸ When you ask him what the matter is and if you've done something wrong, Ecthelion plays it off pretty heavily, trying not to clue you into the fact that he's jealous.

⫸ But when you keep pressing he becomes short with you again, not wishing to confess to you that he's jealous of you speaking about another Lord.

⫸ It is only then are you able to put two and two together and realize that he's jealous of whom you are speaking about.

⫸ When you confront him, Ecthelion doesn't confirm nor deny that he's jealous, instead for a long moment he sits in quiet mulling over the fact that, yes he is indeed jealous.

⫸ It is only after a long moment of silence that he tells you that he's jealous hearing you talk about that Lord with such praise and admiration.

⫸ It comes as a shock seeing as he doesn't usually get jealous of anyone that you speak about otherwise.

⫸ When you offer him reassurance that he's the only for you and the only one who has your heart it certainly offers to act as a soothing balm.

⫸ Ecthelion is certainly glad to hear from you that you admire him too and that you love him.

⫸ With a few kisses to spare and holding his hand, it certainly simmers down the jealousy and Ecthelion apologizes to you for behaving the way he did and explains that it was unbecoming of him.

⫸ You simply take it in stride and accept his apology and hope to offer him reassurance again if he ever needs it.

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Tags: @saviorsong @lilmelily @dicksoutformtl @fandomhoe101 @celebrimbor-telperinquar @red-riding @miriel-estelwen @ta-ka-shi-ma @nerdysimpy @thegirlwithoutaname87 @anunexpectedsideblog @spidergirla5 @eunoiaastralwings @eternalabysss @noldorinpainter

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As one of the people who asked for a Virion reupload, I am glad that you have uncovered the "shocking" amount of saved stories. Like, I knew where to find them, but that goodness needs to shared with the about 3 other people that like him and also bring it to the masses here for others. As it stands, only two Viri fics on wayback are reduced to initial few sentence previews: newborn Morgan fluff and Morgan unthinkingly speaking French. If we all sat down one day to obsessively catalouge the fic of our faves, the wayback would be a very full place.

(I totally agree!! So for now, here's Virion finding out Robin has feelings for him...!!!!)

Virion had always been impressed by you, and always admired your quick wit and adaptive intelligence. Yet even you could be prone to the occasional human mistake, which he enjoyed almost as much as your otherwise perfect demeanor.

Such was his joy when he saw you stumble, having been surprised when he called out to you in greeting. He cringed slightly, feeling bad that he startled you by calling “Good morning!” to you without your suspecting it.

“My, my, it appears our petite tacticienne is a bit unbalanced this morning, non?” He mused, walking up to you and stooping to retrieve the lances that clattered to the ground.

“S-sorry, Virion. You really did give me a scare! I wasn’t expecting your greeting.”

“If I knew you were so unsettled by my presence, I would never have done such a thing. You must forgive me, as offended as I am.” Virion said jokingly, pressing a hand to his chest. Your face lit up in a bright blush, clutching the laces tighter.

“O-oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you. I was just…surprised. Pleasantly surprised! I just didn’t know what to do, so…yes. Sorry.”

“Please, mon cher, you needn’t apologize so profusely. I simply jest.” He grinned at you, placing a hand on your shoulder in a reassuring manner. Yet even that seemed to catch you off-guard, your whole body tensing under his touch.

He furrowed his brow ever so slightly, but didn’t get a chance to ask why you were so tense. Lissa called out to him, waving frantically for him to join her.

“It appears I am needed elsewhere, mon ange. I shall reconvene with you, later.”

“Please do.” You smiled at him politely, recovering yourself enough to not make too much more f f a fool of yourself. “O-oh, and we’ll be playing chess tonight, right?”

“But of course.” He grinned at you, which basically shot an arrow through your heart.

How one man was so ruthlessly charming, you didn’t know.

“Princess, how may I be of service?” VIrion asked Lissa as he approached, leaving you to try and gather your wits while the young princess grinned cheekily at him .

“You know exactly what I want, Virion- you’ve harassed Robin enough for one morning!”

“I haven’t done any such thing!” Virion replied with an amused smile, “What would give you that idea?”

“You know full well that Robin fancies you! Yet there you go, teasing her like you couldn’t care less.”

“What?” Virion’s eyebrows rose, “Please. You are as much the joker as I am; Robin hardly fancies me. Why should she, when so many eligible bachelors gaze at her so longingly?”

“I’m not joking, Virion! Robin seriously has a crush on you. Just think about it, okay? Watch Robin’s interactions with others and then think about how she acts around you. She’s totally going You should know better than anyone how a lovestruck fool behaves!”

“I suppose I do have more experience than others do, and- hey!”

Lissa scampered off before he could get another word in, but she had made her point. He shook his head in disbelief., hands on his hips.

“Mon dieu…what am I going to do with that troublesome little girl?” He asked himself, returning his attention to the tactician.

He watched as you carefully stocked the lances, storing them properly and not dropping them as you had before.

He tilted his head some, humming thoughtfully.

Perhaps Lissa was onto something…or perhaps she was simply full of it, as usual.

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As the days wore on, Lissa’s message began to ring true.

Virion had begun to observe Robin more carefully. She seemed to grow so quiet around him, yet was so boisterous with the other men. You joked with Chrom and Vaike would with him, as if you were the best of friends.

Yet when he played chess with you, he realized you were nearly dead silent, save for the occasional red cheeks and frustrated groans when he bested you yet again.

He found this both intriguing and perplexing. What if Lissa was wrong about you fancying him? What if you behaved this way because you did not wish to be around him?

Yet the way you tensed in his presence was like that of a crushing school girl. He recognized the symptoms all too well. Yet oddly enough, it was even more adorable than it was when other women acted this way.

How you tensed up and fidgeted, looking at your feet and playing with your hands as you tried your best to form a coherent sentence…my, how charming it was.

Virion kept this to himself, of course. He didn’t wish to make more of it than he thought, and didn’t wish to scare you away.

He would be tactful about handling the tactician.

It felt as though he was the only person doing so.

“When are you going to confess to her?”

An impatient taguel’s voice sounded beneath him, the huntress he had been allowed to ride into the woods asking him in a distorted, impatient tone.

“Whatever do you mean, my dear Panne?”

“I speak of the tactician. Don’t be coy, human; we both know how you feel about her.”

“You must elaborate, I’m afraid. Though perhaps we ought to wait until after we’ve secured the army’s dinner?”

“Don’t be foolish. I can take a bear down without your help. You’re simply a lookout.”

“You need one, with ears like those?”

“You test me.”

“I apologize.” Virion laughed, nocking an arrow as he spotted a blur of animal hair a few yards away. “Please, do tell me what you mean.”

“I mean,” Panne launched forwards, pouncing on an unsuspecting deer and allowing Virion the finishing blow, “That Robin wishes to be your mate. You seem to feel similarly, do you not?”

“My dear Panne, I do not know how familiar you are with human relations, but…it is not uncommon for me to feel romantic emotions towards most women. You’re included, you know.”

“I would rather be skinned alive before I entertained those feelings.” She said in such a cold tone, he felt threatened. He shivered involuntarily, preparing another shot. “I can hear how your heartbeat quickens in her presence. I see the change of your movements, and how you tease her relentlessly.”

“I wouldn’t say relentless-”

“You make it a personal mission to see her blushing before she can even react to your presence. You are far worse than that insufferable Vaike or Gaius could ever be.”

“I suppose you have a point…” He agreed with a grin, motioning her towards the bear lumbering around several meters out. “And so your solution to this is to have me confess to her?”

“We both know she would want that.”

“Would she, really…?” Virion hummed in thought, “Yet I am not entirely certain my feelings are as passionate as you’d suggest.”

“I’ve seen you flirt with other female Archer. I know what it looks like for a man to try, and for a man to simply chase an open tail.”

“You needn’t be so vulgar…”

“You have hard my thoughts on this matter. Make a decision soon. It is annoying to deatry and have a conversation with Robin where she does not trail off because she is drooling over you.”

“She is mesmerized by me, you say?” Virion was way too happy about this. “You know, I’m starting to think you had me accompany you so you could tell me all these things.

“You are an insufferable human.” Panne muttered as she dragged the carcasses along, prompting a chuckle from the archer.

“What can I say?”

“You can say that you’ll start pursuing one particular female a little more seriously.” She told him dubiously, and Virion just laughed.

“But of course, mon cher lapin. I will do all I can to ensure your warnings are not wasted.”

“Hmph.” She grumbled, “I don’t know what she sees in you, at all…yet she insists on babbling about how great this strange nobleman Virion is…”

Virion smiled to himself, pleasantly surprised by her quiet admissions. Perhaps this Robin thing was running a little deeper than he first thought.

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Maybe it was because he realized you liked him.

That might be why he was struggling with this sudden change of his. There was a new feeling in his heart, whenever he spotted you. That adorable expression of frustration when you lost another chess game seemed to be even more precious than before.

The way your hair was always so soft and carefully styled, how your skin was so soft and smooth…my how he longed to touch you. He couldn’t quite understand where it was coming from.

He hadn’t felt this way about someone in years… He shook his head as he headed out on his errand, looking to fetch something of particular importance he thought you might enjoy.

A ring, meticulously picked out, and lavish in its payment. It was expensive, and precious, but it was simple in its construction. Virion had been spending so much time with you. Never once did he think you were the type to want an elaborate or overly expensive ring. 

Yet the more thought about it, the more he wanted to simply drown you in lavish things. He would need to control himself; after all, who was to say all of this would work out?

Perhaps it was all an elaborate prank…ah, well. He dismissed the thought, reminding himself that it was high time he considered marriage, anyways. Gallivanting around only had so much appeal.

Although…he did enjoy the idea of gallivanting around with you.

So he returned to camp with just the slightest skip in his step, and went about his business to try and hunt you down. He needed to get ahold of you, figure out the plan and where he would be able to go and take you romantically, to win your heart over once and for all.

Of this, he was sure; months of spending time with you, fighting beside you, and realizing that now you might care for him as much as the others said, it was perfect.

Virion couldn’t fight the smile on his lips, nor the excitement in his heart; you were the one. 

“For the last time, Ricken! He doesn’t think about me that way and you mustn’t try and force anything out of anyone!” “But he does, Robin!! Panne and Lissa said so, and I guarantee he does! That archer doesn’t look at anyone the way he looks at you!!” 

Virion tilted his head, curious about whatever it was he’d just walked into. You were marching away in the campsite, clearly displeased with Ricken, who practically nipped at your heels.

You seemed to be in need of rescue, he thought to himself, moving to meet with you.

“You gotta believe me, Robin- if you just talk to him then I’m sure-!”

“Who do you think we’re talking about? He’d never feel that way! Why won’t you people just leave me in peace? Leave us alone for a second, won’t you?”

“If you’d quit being so hard-headed you’d see that you’re wrong, for once!”

“Non, Ricken, she’s right.” Virion’s entrance into the conversation made you both gasp. You earned a pleasant smile with that shocked expression on your face, and an embarrassed look from Ricken. “It is none of your business, meddling in other people’s affairs.”

“But-!” Ricken was interrupted when Virion took the boy’s arm, guiding him away from you. 

“You do not know what Robin wants or thinks, nor myself. What if she’s right? For all you know this could all be nonsense! You must not push so hard for things you think are true.” Virion scolded him. He didn’t hear the soft gasp behind him, but Ricken seemed to notice.

“Virion, I…”

“Now, now, Ricken. I admire your desire to help your friends as much as anyone, but there is great value in minding your own business, as well. I mean that in the kindest terms, mon ami.”

“N-no, Virion, I…I think you made it worse.”

Virion’s brow furrowed, and he turned to follow the man’s concerned gaze, only to find that you had disappeared. He caught the tail-end of your coat, as if you had hurried away from the both of them without letting Virion finish.

“…Oh, dear.” 

“I can’t believe this- you’re worse than she is!” Ricken cried, “Why would you say that? I know how you feel about her!”

“Merde- Ricken, you…are such a strange little man.” Virion sighed to himself, “I did not say you were wrong, I said that you might be- why does no one give me a chance to finish anything in this camp…” 

Virion released the boy and turned on his heel, pausing only to point back at him.

“Do not involve yourself further, understand? I will fix this mess!”

He knew people liked to get involved with other people, but this was too much. He sped up, the ring in his pocket heavier than before. He chased after you, pursuing you until you reached a place he could not freely enter. You latched onto your tent shut, and he paused, waiting for just a moment before continuing the chase.

“Robin? Mon cher, are you all right?”

“Fine!” 

“Oh hon, now I know you lie. You never respond so coldly to me. Can’t I come in?”

“I don’t think that’s s-such a good idea.” Your voice hitched, and at that moment he knew he had made a critical error. His heart crumbled ever so slightly, and he swallowed thickly. He fidgeted with the ring in his hand, wishing he could be running it through that lovely hair instead of suffering through this strange situation.

“…Please, Robin?” 

There was silence for a few moments, and then the sound of canvas being shifted, allowing him into your tent. He breathed a sigh of relief, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to make it more lovely than usual, and then he entered.

“I wish to speak to you about many things, but…most importantly, what you heard me say to Ricken. Please, do not think that I hold no affection for you, that is not what I meant in the slightest!” 

You were standing before him, yet your arms were crossed, and you looked incredibly sad. You looked so very lost…oh, how it hurt him.

He knew he loved you, in that moment, because he never wanted to see such a sorrowful expression on your face, ever again. He wanted to be the one to make it go away.

He steeled his resolve; he would be the one to make it disappear.

“I know it wasn’t true, Virion. It just…made me realize that I was wrong. I’m sure you’ve heard all about how I hold feelings for you of some sort or another…but it was my mistake to tell them about it. They took it upon themselves to try and put us together.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing, cher.”

“I didn’t, either. But it wasn’t their place, and in turn it puts a lot of pressure on you when I don’t even know if you feel a modicum of what I do. It’s just a silly crush, Virion. You don’t have to entertain it if you don’t want to. I’m just upset that you had to find out about it through everyone else but me. It’s so embarrassing…” You trailed off, burying your face in your hands.

Virion chuckled at your bashfulness, and stepped forward, taking your wrists gently in his hands and lowering them from your face.

“Now, now, mon amour…you needn’t be embarrassed. It’s quite charming, really. Besides, I’d rather not discuss things like this, here. There is somewhere else I would very much like to take you.” He replied mysteriously, and you quirked an eyebrow, unsure if you could swallow your pride long enough to let him take you anywhere.

Slowly, you conceded, letting him lead you from the camp and up into the forest beyond. There were a great number of hills outside of the set up, and you were surprised to find how lovely the wooded terrain could be in the glow of sunset.

You didn’t have enough time to appreciate it, you guessed, though being there with Virion likely had a large impact in how you looked at it, as well.

“I have so much I wish to say to you, Robin. I simply wonder if there will be enough time to…or I will be able to find the words. We have such wonderful conversations, and yet here I am, struggling to tell you everything I can.”

“We have plenty of time to chat, now, don’t we?” You pointed out, “Though I’m not sure what all there is…tactics, chess, war…there’s not much we haven’t talked about in terms of things we have in common.”

“And what of the feelings we hold for each other?”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about that now.” You said, uneasy. Virion chuckled as he took your hand, helping you up through a thicker part of the brush before it opened up into a lovely view of the camp far below.

“I did not wish to talk about it in your tent. I wished to speak to you somewhere more…idyllic. Will this suffice?”

“Well…it’s certainly beautiful.” You breathed as you stared out at the open expanse beneath you, gazing at the warm glow that the world was bathed in.

Yet even as you enjoyed the view and your company to the highest degree, you weren’t sure you wanted to deal with what was supposed to come next.

“Robin, if I may…” Virion began, and you audibly gulped. “We both know that I can be a bit…generous in my advances, more so than others. It has always been my behavior since before I can recall. It is unlike me to feel anything more than simple attraction, and nothing deeper.”

“I know.” You confirmed with a sadness in your voice. Another thing to wipe away.

“Yet I have found myself, over the past few days, coming to the realization that perhaps the time has come for more. That I ought to open myself up, if only a little bit, to the prospect of letting another person closer to me than simply a physical sense. I wish to be with someone who I can trust, and talk to about anything.”

“Didn’t we already go over the few things we discuss?” You joked, to which he smirked.

“We talk about far more than those simple things, mon ange. You just haven’t noticed because of how easily we lose time when we are together.”

“I suppose…” You replied as if you were unconvinced. He turned to face you, taking your hands in his.

“I speak the truth, Robin. You see…all of those things that I speak of…I feel as though there is a person I need to settle down with. And the last few days, the last few conversations with our friends…they made me realize that you are that person, to me.”

“You…come again?” Your mouth fell open, your cheeks alight with a blush that he found positively delightful. “W-what do you…you’re not doing this out of pity, are you?”

“Pity? Non, non, amour, never. Never would I play with a woman’s emotions in such a way, let alone yours. I am being entirely sincere, Robin. You are the one I hold dear in my heart.”

“I-I…would like to believe that…but if it’s only come of Lissa’s or Panne’s or Ricken’s harassment…I mean…it’s not sincere, is it?”

“If I were not sincere I would not have done this.” He said as he got down on one knee, and produced the ring. You clapped a hand over your mouth, trying to cover the gasp of shock when you saw the beautiful, glittery jewelry he held.

“Virion…!!” 

“I have never felt more strongly about someone until I met you, Robin. I am simply sorry that I had to be given so many hints before I realized it, myself. Can you ever forgive me?”

“I-I…I can…if you promise me one thing.”

“Anything.”

“You stay with me, always, and…you never take a hint from our nosy friends, ever again.”

“Heh- here I am, down on one knee…yet you’re the one proposing to me. How appropriate.” He laughed to himself, but he nodded all the same, sliding the ring onto your finger with a happy sigh. “I will do everything you ask of me and more, mon tacticienne…everything and more.”

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Headcanons for the (likely infrequent) instances where Cad is soft with his s/o?

What’s happening? Why does Cad feel the need to change his demeanor? Does he judge himself for it? I’m curious!

Thanks in advance ☺️

Thanks for the ask, @wingofshadow!

(Mildly NSFW for language, mostly.)

As a disclaimer, I am in favor of Cad Bane being a bastard man. I like him mean. I entertain a soft Cad on occasion for requests. That being said, he can grow a soft spot for people, which is what will eventually happen in my longfic, Stars Above. I will quote myself from another list of headcanons I made:

“Cad can catch feelings. That doesn’t mean he will treat you that much different, or at least at first. [...] To tame this monster takes what I imagine is a selfless, altruistic person. Someone with no ulterior motives; innocent; blameless, that is … someone who can melt his icy heart. Someone who can show him how ugly he is, and still loves him regardless.”

To that end, here is a list of headcanons I have been wanting to write for a while:

How does Cad Bane treat someone he loves?

Once Cad catches himself slipping, he may do everything in his power to stop it from happening. Maybe he avoids you. Maybe he disappears for weeks. He is upset at himself, and perhaps at you for making him feel this way.

Having feelings or emotions of any kind for someone makes him feel vulnerable or weak minded. In his line of work, that is a dangerous game. For one, it might cause him to become distracted, and two, if anyone finds out that he favors someone, it could be used to their advantage and used against him.

He might worry for your safety. He might assume his enemies will come for you. I imagine he is overprotective for this reason. If you were ever in danger his hunter instincts kick in - talking he goes feral to protect his own.

I also imagine him being territorial. He will mark you, claim you physically and verbally, so that everyone knows you belong to him. Maybe he sees someone looking and pulls you into his lap. Maybe he possessively grabs your ass.

He might talk in circles, not wanting to admit his true feelings. “Should I leave?” “Ain’t nowhere else fer ya t’go.” – I imagine he never states outright that he cares for you, but that for him, actions speak louder than words.

I also think that goes for those three little words as well. “I love you,” is something Cad Bane would never say, though you might be able to tell by the way he acts or behaves in certain situations. If he does, I imagine you would be on your deathbed, and even then perhaps it is too much for him to acknowledge to himself aloud.

If  he does love you, he’s going to be unhappy about it for a time and take it out on you on purpose by being a rude little shit. Maybe he’s trying to scare you off. Maybe he’s trying to put distance between you. If you leave, he doesn’t have to chalk it up to being his fault.

Bane would be hard pressed to admit it, but he is definitely a jealous Duros. Do not go around flirting or otherwise invite flirtations from others. You will get more than a talking to. He will interrupt, he will pull you aside, and he will punish you one way or another.  

On the other hand, he hates the idea anyone would ever think he’s going soft. He makes it a point to deny you public displays of affection, even if you beg him. The closest thing you’ll get is a rough fucking in the alley behind a cantina, and he doesn’t give a shit who watches. Who’s going to stop him or call him out for it?

While Bane will not display affection publicly towards you, he may let you hang all over him when it’s convenient. It makes him look good to have a beautiful sentient not able to keep their hands off him, though he will forcefully tell you to stop when he’s had enough – and you better listen. If  he does display affection, it’s very possessive in nature, such as when he grabs Padme’s face in front of Anakin.

The only time he may be “gentle” with you is behind closed doors. In a scenario where he is drunk, perhaps he lets loose a little bit more, meaning he drops his guard, and that is why he rarely, if ever, drinks in public.

On the other hand, if you are sloshed, he may actually coddle you and be a little more affectionate towards you because he thinks you won’t remember it. This is also behind closed doors. In public he would be disgusted by it and reprimand you. He would most likely force you to sit still or otherwise leave the cantina or party so he can have control over your actions if he feels attached to you enough that you could possibly embarrass him. That, or walk out and leave you there.

I think Bane might secretly be a bit of a romantic, but he would rather die than for you to figure that out. Maybe he opens the top hatch of his ship and sits you up there so you can stare at the stars together while planetside. Maybe he takes you somewhere you’ve always wanted to go, but don’t make a big deal out of it. All the fuss and attention just annoys him and makes him never want to be nice again.

Cad Bane loves being touched, especially along his hands, face, and neck, but he will never admit this and try to hide it. I like to say his love language is a hand massage, he just doesn’t know it yet. He most likely rarely receives affection, so it kind of confuses him when he does receive it, and he may try to convince himself he doesn’t care or doesn’t like it when he actually very much does. I imagine maybe he tries to return the favor on occasion. A stroke to your jaw, a caress of his knuckles against your cheek. A passionate kiss. Maybe he idly plays with your hair. These movements are also most likely possessive in nature, though in the back of his mind it may mean more, and he can only hope it translates.

Of course, he gives you pet names. Besides lil’ lady, maybe he calls you darlin’, sweetheart, or Izrin. I could see him calling someone a “bird” or a “broad” even. Maybe angel, or kiddo. Possibly even things that might be considered derogatory, but in an affectionate way. Slut, for instance. Harlot, wench, doll, dame, strumpet, “woman” or “girl,’ brat, trollop, tart, Jezebel, minx, etc.

I imagine he is a bit of smooth talker if you’re upset and he’s feeling “soft.” I bet he could talk you down easily with some of the lines that come out of his mouth, or easily disarm you with a simple phrase such as “Yer safe. No one’s gonna harm ya.”

Though he can be a bit of a horndog, once he’s settled into someone he’s extremely loyal. He expects you to be the same. If you’re not, don’t expect him to stick around. He won’t be played. He already doesn’t trust anyone. If you break what trust he has in you after working so hard to get it, that’s the end of the relationship. He doesn’t have time for games and bullshit.

He can definitely be hurt, though that is something private and something he does not speak of. Maybe that’s why he’s often so mean, or labeled as a bastard. He holds his emotions inside, and the only entity he might spill his guts to on occasion is Todo, and even then, it’s rare. If you ever see that side of him, hell must have frozen over, or in that moment, for whatever reason, he has lost all control.

In conclusion, he doesn’t consciously change his demeanor. If he does, it’s not towards being kinder or softer, it’s him trying to force himself to be more apathetic and cold-hearted as a defense mechanism.

In terms of judgement, I would say he is more concerned with his reputation and what others might think or say if they catch him displaying anything other than his macho persona.  Regardless, there may actually come a time where he “bites the bullet” and gives in. If he’s truly, madly in love with someone, he doesn’t give a kark what anyone thinks, and he’ll shoot the first person to give him any grief.

That’s the ultimate test. You know you’ve got him whipped when he’s willing to indulge you in public by allowing you to physically touch him or otherwise keep him close to you. If you can get him to purr you might as well have him on a leash.

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Tempest Chapter 6: Debts

Long chapter. Finally we get to the Autumn Court. Tensions rise. The High Lord is less than pleased. You can find previous chapters here. Hope you enjoy! 😘

Summary: After failure of his brothers Eris is sent to collect a tithe from what he expects to be some village rat. Instead he meets an enigma and there’s much more to you than meets the eye. You play the same game he plays and he may yet have use for you in his plots against his father. Will he be able to turn you into a pawn or will you be his undoing?

Side by side the two of you walk through the corridors of the Forest House with a brisk pace. Eris knows he could have winnowed right to the throne room but decided that one; making an entrance surely would help him, and two; it gives him more time to gauge you and what might be running through your head. Not like he has any success with the latter. What he reads is a mask of duality. He sees the surface and then he sees through but neither is the truth. His lack of ability to rely on your next course of action might just bring him trouble should you choose to take advantage of it, should you choose to take advantage of him and what you know. It hasn’t gone unnoticed to him every so often your eyes will shoot to the dagger on his belt. With your mask, he cannot tell if you plan to take it and use it on him, someone else, namely his father, or if you’d see how far you can push to make him be the one to wield it. The hairs at the back of his neck rise, the shiver down his spine and goosebumps appear once more. He feels suffocated, cornered even though he’s anything but. He is supposed to be in his element. He is supposed to be in his environment. He is supposed to be in control. Is he?

You steel your face, giving nothing away but a mask of an intimidated commoner. Anyone in passing who’s eyes dare linger see only that; the peasant setting foot in a place they otherwise might never even have had the opportunity to gaze upon. To them you are not but a peasant, dirt beneath their feet. To the servants that run around, they send you looks of pity, thinking you another plaything, or the next in line to become one with a Vanserra’s flames before the day is over. The more hardy ones even look you up and down, determining how much work it’ll be to scrape your blood off the precious floors. You learn quickly what you already assumed to be true; this place is a viper’s nest. You cannot count on anyone, nor have you ever but it becomes more clear. You have no allies in this place. A voice in your mind begs the differ. That little thought pushes you to gaze to your side, see the heir and tells you you could rely on him. You watch him up and down, clocking the dagger on his belt, the nice rings on his fingers, those hands wield flames at his will, and then those eyes, that face, that mask. The voice in your head repeats; you can trust him. You refuse to. You are not at ease. You might be closer to the mask you have put on for the outsiders than you are the mask you show the lordling. You are not confident, you are not sure this will go well. You might have something to fear, to an extend and what you fear is not the burning fires, nor the crack of the whip. What you fear is facing your shortcomings and lacking abilities. You are walking into a viper’s den not on your own terms. You have no way to calculate your moves properly. You’ll have to take a shot in the dark, play it confident and hope for the best. 

“You might think you know everything. You might be confident, but forget not my father will not tolerate anything out of line. He is ruthless and cares not for anything but himself. Behave. Not just for your own sake, but for mine too.” Eris urges you. He speaks below his breath, when the walkway is empty and he knows no listening ears will be wandering. 

“So you’ve told me before. Worry not. I will save your hide this time if it comes to it.” You wink and go to reach for the dagger on his belt. Only when he catches your wrist in a tight grip does he realise you never meant to take it in the first place. You let your own mask drop just a little. 

“I’ll try my best.” He gives you a look that has you roll your eyes at him and his grip on your arm tightens uncomfortably so before it releases again quickly; a silent warning but not just for facing his father, for the nobles coming your way too. “Fine. I’ll behave.” You whisper pulling your wrist from his grip and letting it hang at your side. He takes a breath, steels his gaze once more and ignores the nobles approaching. You step aside, behind him for them to pass with a bow of your head. They ignore you like he does them before you fall back in line beside the Autumn Heir. 

“Can’t say you don’t know how to play obedient peasant.” He mutters. 

“Oh shush. I’ll show you obedient peasant once we make it out of here alive.” You grumble straightening your back once more and pretending that was not a flirt. You’d let them slip through in tense conversation before. They’d been an easy way to lighten the mood. Wether either of you meant something with those comments or not. You just hope he has not caught on to your tension. You have definitely caught onto his.

“Is that a promise?” Eris replies. He’s beginning to peel back the layers of that mask of yours only to realise he’s still looking into a mirror. You feel like he does, or at least somewhat like it. You are worried too. You also don’t know what you might face and you are going in blindly, relying only on past experience he knows nothing of, and the information he’s provided you. It’s a poor scenario. In that he truly realises, you are afraid. Maybe not in a traditional way, for you hold no true fear, but something eats away at you. He knows only what eats away at him; a lack of control over a situation and so he associates the same with you. That’s why you’re tense beneath all acts. He sees you. He does not see the masks you chose to wear, he sees past them, truly past them for the first time since he’s met you. It leaves him with so many more questions than he thought he’d have answered. 

“One way to find out, Eris.” Survive. 

The sentinels flanking the heavy doors to the throne room tense at the approaching heir. Without a word they open the door for him, and you and allow you to pass through. Without a word they close behind you too. You let him take the lead, staying a few pace behind and to the left of him. You keep your gaze low, but from your peripheral you see courtiers. Apparently some gathering is going on. Perhaps that is why Eris chose to bring you in now. Then again, from what you know of the High Lord he cares little about witnesses to his madness. Most courtiers barely cast a glance at you still but some look at your with intrigue, be that because they contemplate how they might use you to their advantage or wonder who you are and why you are staining their precious halls with your filth as if your existence is already enough of an offence. 

“You have returned, my son. And you have brought to me the charge I sent you to retrieve.” Eris stops but a few feet from the platform his father’s throne rests upon and bows his head with that arrogant smirk of success, as he looks to his right, where his brothers stand at the bottom of the steps. The three redheads glare at him first before their eyes burn into you with the promise of death, assuring that they would relish in your pain, to repay you for what disgrace you brought them. You fight the urge to smile and cast them the same expression their eldest brother carries now. 

“I would never dare fail you, father. The peasant is yours.” Eris turns and puts a hand on your shoulder, while his grip might look forceful it’s not. He silently asks you to kneel. You do. Play your part. Even if you bite the inside of your cheek; something that could be brushed off as nervousness, as opposed to gritting your teeth at the fact you’re kneeling in front of this tyrant. Then he steps aside. Not quite to the spot his brothers are, no he is still above them. He stands midway, between where his father approaches you, and his brothers, far enough to be deemed appropriate but close enough to interfere should he have to. Ever the obedient son. The courtiers read this as the typical action of a son, being at his father’s disposal, to protect and aid in the torturing of some poor peasant when called upon. What they do not see, and what Eris neglects to admit to himself, is that he is not there for his father, or to fill a role of his own. He is there for you. He is there to step in should his father decide that relieving you of your head would be a sane and justified impulse. He is there to mediate and assure your survival, not out of duty, or some kind of spellbound effects, nor just because he wants to, but because he feels he has to, because it feels right to him. Any other moment he might argue with himself but now is not the time. 

“I have to say, I’m rather unimpressed. This is the peasant that disgraced my lesser sons? This is the one that tricked and poisoned them? I expected more.” Beron circles you before he stops in front of you. He casts a glance to his ‘lesser’ sons, who are not as trained in hiding their true emotions as their brother is. From the corner of your eye you see one hurt, the other disappointed, and the last seething. You remain quiet either way. Do not speak unless spoken to. You are no fool. You know Beron tries to push you into a mistake, give him a reason to lash out, to show his power, teach you a lesson but he has no lessons to teach, none that you haven’t learned already from far greater beings. Yet he does not know and so you force your body to tense. You even manage a quiver, like some scared little child. That seems to satisfy the High Lord. He grabs your chin and lifts it so you look up at him. 

“I was merciful last time, when you denied me my tithe. Even after I had to send my sons to retrieve it. I thought it a learning moment for them and thus I allowed my eldest choose your punishment. Yet here you are, once again denying what is rightfully mine. Because I am a merciful High Lord, I will give you one chance to explain yourself.” Merciful? Merciful? behind your mask you laugh dryly but your face remains that of a terrified peasant, hardly managing to stay composed. You feel those fingers touch your skin, you feel them burning, and rough, keeping at bay the flames that would consume you should a single word not fit the image of this male. So you construct a story, one that would put his son in a good light, and the others down another peg. You’ll tell a story of truth in essence and essence alone because right now you do not trust your ability to lie to his face and have him not catch you in that lie. 

“I beg for your forgiveness, High Lord. Last week, I was assuring the crops meant for your tithe would be in most pristine quality and ready for harvest but the villagers, they have deemed me a witch. They captured me on my way out. They locked me in a dark cellar, fed me none but scraps as they tortured me to make me admit to crimes I did not commit. You can see the wounds they left upon me yourself. They said I cursed their lands but I hold no such power in my hands, milord. Please you have to believe me!” You summon tears to your eyes, but not even you can make them fall. That is too much to ask, even for you. Still he buys it. Beron relishes at a weak creature at his feet, begging for his mercy. You play the part, just as the lordling had told you. You can gloat later about your acting skills. 

“The witch speaks true, father. The villagers were about to burn her at the stake. Were I but minutes later, they might have succeeded. They’ll be paying for inconveniencing you. Had they not deemed the peasant a witch and imprisoned her, then I am sure she would not have dared think about crossing you twice. Isn’t that right, witch?” Eris intervenes confirming your story before his father finds even the slightest reason to discredit it, call you a liar and burn you on the spot. His father might have been intrigued with your words, the way you play the mewling peasant but how long will that last before he relishes in being the cause of your pain out of petty grievances because regardless of reasons, he did not get what he wanted when he wanted it? Eris won't take the risk. Your eyes, for a brief second dart over to him before they turn back to his father. You contemplated answering immediately, but decide against it because Eris sees you following the script. It makes him realise you might have been witness to many more of these occasions, have observed the many and picked the pieces that might be of use to you later. His father gives you a look; permission to speak.

“Your son speaks true, High Lord. Were it not for him I would be but ashes now. I owe him my life.” That last sentence echoes through the chamber. It dawns on you, it dawns on him and Beron simply smirks. “To prove my loyalty, to you and to your son, I offer you this, if I may?” He lets go of your chin, allows you to reach into your pocket, and pull out the red diamond. Immediately Beron is entranced, his eyes focus on the gem in your palm, watching the light hit it just right, showing how it nearly glows, the cut perfect. 

“Where did you get this?”The High Lord demands, shaking the awe, the obsession with the jewel. 

“It is my namesake’s legacy. My legacy was over not but an half an hour ago were it not for your son. A debt is owed and so I hope to pay a High Lord’s tithe with this jewel so it may show my dedication, my loyalty to this court, if it pleases you, High Lord.” He takes the gem from your palm, inspects it. He watches the flames dance within the gem when his flames reflect the light just right and he muses in approval. You are completely forgotten, Eris is forgotten as are his brothers. The entire court ceases to exist in that moment. They hold their breaths waiting for what’s next. Anticipation is killing. The silence looms. Your eyes dance over to Eris. That single second is the longest of your lifetime but he sees in your eyes; reassurance. Everything will be alright, you tell him. He’s not the one on his knees in front of the monster he calls father. Then he sees, that fear is still there, the one he still can’t fully place. It is still there, yet still you find it within yourself to give him a semblance of reassurance even if it might be a false one. And time continues once more. 

“I accept your offering. Your tithe is paid.” Were you less composed you might have let out a breath of relief but you do not. Instead you clasp your hands together and bow your head deeply.

“Thank you, High Lord. Thank you for your graciousness and mercy.” Were this not potentially life or death you might have gagged at having to speak those words. You got off relatively scat free. Your heart beats in your throat, and you feel a little lightheaded, but this is it. 

“Though, the matter of your debt to my son still remains.” Beron looks to his side. Eris had hoped his father would have ignored this fact, given he called you vermin before, and therefor worthless. He knows whatever comes next, whatever his father demands of him, he will have to go along with. Like his father cannot act a certain way in front of his court, Eris cannot manipulate his father to take a different course of action so blatantly and suddenly with this many onlookers that dissect his every action, every word. If he is caught in a weakness he will suffer the consequences and those are not consequences he’s inclined to pay, no matter what he might sense around you, no matter what values you might hold to him strategically or otherwise. He too has a part to play and he will play it, even if that means over your back. That doesn’t mean he’ll try to find the least incriminating path to keep you on his good side, satisfy his father and assure everyone knows he remains the first son, the heir. 

“I have lands, my cottage, the forest. I have some coin and heirlooms that might interest you and your most gracious son. Anything he might wish for. It is his.”  You try to direct to the material, given Beron’s obsession with the diamond you offered, that he might take the bait but he does not. It’s too risky a move to further direct, because you do not doubt; one misstep and he will lash out. So you tread carefully.

“It is a debt of equal value is it not? A life for a life?” Beron muses. “A life for a life. Such a precious thing. How valuable is a life? What is your life worth?” 

“The life of vermin is worth no more than the dirt beneath our feet, father.” One of the Vanserra brothers speaks up. All too calmly does Beron turn with blank features that promise punishment. It is seen in the response of the poor male, who gulps. He spoke out of turn. He will suffer the consequences. He’s been punished for worse as much as he’s been for less given his response but that does not make the young male’s suffering any less. However terrible he might be himself, having been raised by that very male in front of you and taken his word for gospel, no creature deserves to be offered pain over nurture, from their parent. No child should have to fear the strike of the one that is supposed to love them. No child should be a tool in a larger plot. Sadly such is not the way of this world. And so the son will suffer the strike of the father. 

“You would think the life of one you claim to be a witch, the one that sent you to my feet choking on your own blood for hours no less, without value?” The High Lord snarls. 

“No father. I was obviously mistaken and let my personal distaste for this street rat dictate my words. I was out of place. Forgive me.” The male bows his head in apology, but Beron does not respond to it. Eris knows it well. Apology not accepted for making a fool out of himself, let alone in front of his father’s court. His brother should have known better. Though, he’ll admit he’ll like seeing his brother grovel once more. Payback or no. However terrible it may sound. Once again Eris is reminded of how much those lines have blurred. He truly would relish in his brother’s suffering, if it meant he’d get one step closer to his goal. In that same light, though he sees you; someone he would sacrifice if he had to, but would at least attempt to save, and spare pain if he could. Once he saw his brothers like that too. Once upon a time he was the one tending to their wounds before he would his own. Once he truly did care. Does he still care now? Caring for another creature makes both weak, his father would say. His attention pulls back to the horrid male when that gaze turns back to you and his chest tightens just a little. 

“What is it you do, witch? Do you cast spells and incantations? Do you bestow curses?” You’d scoff were you the one with the cards in your hand. You are not. 

“I am but a humble herbalist. I create concoctions to heal ailments. I make infusions for the fields so they may provide a good harvest.” You do well to ignore the latter two of the High lord’s questions. Eris knows all too well you are no mere herbalist. You know how to use herbs, but your speciality is definitely in other fields. He has seen but a fragment of the power you once wielded, or the semblance of it anyway but even in the state it is now; you still carry that knowledge and that knowledge alone is the stuff that under the right hands could topple empires, if only those around see that value. He does. And that is exactly why he would prefer to keep his father ignorant to your true mind. He is confident you are of the same opinion. perhaps it comes down to the choosing of the lesser evil. But in that train of thought Eris questions; are you truly the lesser of two evils? Because evil comes in many shapes. Evil grows and breeds, shrouds itself in shadows as it does fineries, hides in plain sight and beautiful things as often as it burns villages, and spills blood. 

“Yet you are educated.” More of a statement than a question still you nod. “You have manners, and you speak with a learned mind. Perhaps we might have some use for you here, so you may pay off your debt through service. It would be an improvement to your living situation. If those dull villagers think you a witch, there might not be much of your crops left, nor your home.” He is not wrong. You contemplated the same thing. Your hold over the cottage might already have faded at the lack of your presence but you don’t care. What you need you might recover from the ashes, but that means you’ll have to reach it first and if you are confined here, how can you? What will it look like when you do not fade as fast as lesser fae, or mortals? A life time is a long time for those who live as long as you do. But you can’t say anything, you can’t do anything. The denial of these observations, the refusal of this supposed ‘gift’, it would raise many questions. So instead you might have to plan your escape from another prison. 

“Milord, do you truly think it is wise to bring an so called witch under your roof without any assurances? Without any credibility of character?” One of the nobles from the side argues. Some dare back him, nodding in agreement, but still keep quiet, beyond whispers among their own. You cannot glance through that mask of the High Lord and it takes only a look from the corner of your eyes to say that the heir can’t either. So instead you both must wait in anticipation. 

“I suppose we could just kill her and finish the sentence set out before her. Such a shame but if that is what my court advises.” Beron speaks out loud, raising his hand and summoning a flame burning brighter than you’ve ever been in close proximity to. Your breath catches, your eyes dart to his son looking for him to step in, do something, anything because if not, you will not be held responsible for what you might do next. Last time you were cornered. This time you are left with a fighting chance, or at least go out in a blaze of glory. You’ll do what is necessary. The heir notices.

“I could do with a new personal servant. Especially after my lesser brother broke the last one. Indeed it would be a shame to waste such a pretty face, and skilled hands. At worst she’ll be confined to tend to your kitchens, or gardens if she proves truly incapable.” Eris speaks monotonously,m; bored and indifferent. His father’s flame fades. This is the mask of the High Lord’s son. This is the mask for one who cares so little for life, but is it a mask, he wonders, because were it not you right here, he might just have let it slide. He might have stood back. He is putting himself on the line. He’s taking a calculated risk. He’s the son that wants something, and shows he’s daring enough to take that opportunity. Where his brother spoke out of line, he will demand his own presence and authority to be recognised. 

“Your charge. Your responsibility.” His father steps aside gestures for you to rise to your feet. There’s no further explanation but Eris knows this is as much of an acceptance he’s going to get, and in front of the eyes of the court, this might be considered a victory. His father, for the briefest of moments shares an expression of approval. 

“It would be my honour to serve whatever task you set out for me. I will not disappoint.” You say keeping your head low clasping your hands in front of you as you bow, even if your blood is boiling. You did not sign up for a gilded cage. You did not walk in here to be resigned to the life of a servitude. Inside you are seething to be thought of as less then. You did not sacrifice everything to be nothing in the eyes of these people. The fury within you, so long subdued in your solitude rises and burns bright. If only they knew. One day they might. One day they will know the truth and they will cower in fear like you pretend to do now. One day you might be the one with the axe in your hand and their heads on the chopping block begging for your mercy. That would be the promise of cruelty. That would be the promise of the one that Beron reminds you of so much. That would be the person you would never wish to become so you must quell it.

“I’ve grown bored of the whims of this council. Leave.” Courtiers need not be told twice and scurry out as commanded. The sons remain for but a moment longer. The one who spoke up particularly. The heir is at your side, grabbing onto your arm and drags you along without another word, away from his brothers who’s eyes you feel burning in your back. The crowd disperses, and you follow along halls, walkways and corridors, twisting and turning. Your heart beats in your ears and drowns out the noise of the Forest House. If you had forgotten what adrenaline felt like, you remember it now, but it goes paired with embers of burning fury too. You allow yourself to be passenger in your own body following along the motions, for now. 

Eris doesn’t know what to think. That could have gone so much worse but this was not ideal. He’d hoped to send you back off to wherever you pleased to go but now you had this charade to upkeep and he does not trust you enough to stick to it. He does not trust you at all. But there is that feeling again, saying that his mistrust is misplaced, and he should put his faith in you. He refuses. He’ll go against that irrational gut feeling, and it leaves him somewhat cross with you, even though you had done nothing wrong necessarily. He supposes you are just as discontent with your predicament as he is. What comes next? A conversation is in order. Your bargain still stands and while this is less than ideal, Eris will not deny the benefits of your presence here, so he might truly use you as a pawn. You’re on the board now and he has no intention of taking you off it any time soon. At the end of the day you have yet to outlive your usefulness, his mask, the dark part of his mind says. It is true. But another side claims; the safe haven you offer, is within hand’s reach now, as opposed to miles away, as only a taste of freedom and security, truth, for a few hours at most. 

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[ragesin]

Meliodas is pretty aroace actually.

I have no doubt in my mind he's on the spectrum. More specifically he is demiromantic and demi-pansexual. This can seem a little confusing at first glance - given the absurd strength of his feelings towards Elizabeth and how he behaves at times throughout the series - so I'll go more in depth.

He's a person who needs to feel emotional closeness and connection in order to have any romantic feelings. Gender doesn't factor in for him, he can be physically drawn to anyone, but needs that same emotional connection to feel that attraction to any degree, at which point the attraction extends only to that person.

For him that was the original goddess Elizabeth. Meliodas exhibits zero interest in anybody besides Origibeth and by extension a number of the 107 incarnations that came after. He feels no desire to pursue any additional romantic / sexual relationship, even when the possibility is sitting right there.

I'm certain people tried things or made offers  ( he was a demon prince and all )  but he rebuffed any advances. Yeah, he has his aesthetic tastes. He can appreciate some people look nice, but that's where it ends. He doesn't pay much attention otherwise. Females mean as much to him as males did aka nothing lmao. They just existed in his eyes - went about their lives and carried out their duties. He doesn’t want to touch others and doesn’t want to be touched by some person he couldn’t give less of a damn about. Comrades get treated more casually and their touch is more accepted, but you don’t often catch him going out of his way to touch any of the Sins outside of the context of fights. The person he’s in love with automatically gets a free pass so he’s a lot more comfortable initiating physical interactions, hands out touch without reservation like he’s giving away free candy and he’s a lot bolder about it.

This is why you never see Meliodas even attempt to act perverted towards others besides Elizabeth at any point. Even in flashbacks you can tell it was Not a thing he did early on. He becomes flippant  ( moreso than usual )  and uncomfortable whenever any woman other than Elizabeth expresses romantic interest in him. The Sins also confirm he's only ever harassed her  ( Nakaba revealed Mel’s sometimes dumb and perverted attitude was to hide / misdirect what he knows about Elizabeth so ). Diane invited him to but he refused, saying "I can’t do that do my precious comrade". Meliodas sees her as an important friend and doesn’t want to hurt her feelings by doing something he doesn’t mean. He also basically got propositioned at the Vaizel festival but flat out ignored it, opting instead to try and calm Diane down. Zaneri straight up grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest when she greeted him, which made the man fucking snatch his hand back and act like she didn't just do that.

It's to varying degrees but he denied all these attempts. Always hard passes with barely acknowledging the offers even happened. Do not pass go; do not collect $200. At best he gently lets down the person, otherwise he just treats it like a discomfort / inconvenience and tries to move the fuck on past it as fast as possible.

tldr; Meliodas' max intimacy quota is very low and he basically only handed the keys over to Elizabeth bc she somehow houdini'd her way in, made him feel something, and then refused to leave. 

#⁺✧⠀⠀`⠀headcanon⠀﹕⠀❪ both rage and tenderness. ❫ #( hangs a 'handle w caution' sign on this short + emotionally stunted demon )

[afterglow-tommylee]

Chapter 14. A Place Where Love Is Unconditional

*Warning! Sexual Content Ahead*

Malibu California March 18 2002

"Gah fuck,"Tommy sighs with a yawn as he runs his fingers though his darks locks walking across the bedroom floor in just his black boxer briefs. I was sitting on the bed in just an oversized black Megadeth band shirt and nothing else, my dark curls down passed my shoulders as usual and flipping through the channels on the TV trying to find something for us to watch to wind down after a full day with his boys. Pam had picked them up a little while ago but it took a while  since they cried almost the entire time that Tommy was getting them ready to go back home. They really didn't want to leave and I have to admit, I didn't want them to go either. I just love them so much already. 

They were so well behaved as they watched from the sidelines when Tommy was shooting the video, but like all little boys they did start to get impatient. But, I had set up a separate trailer for them as a play room so they could just run wild if they wanted to. I couldn't believe how well they took to me. They were so sweet and listened to me if I needed them to. I was so afraid that they would not want me around at all since I'm not their mom.

Today was all about the boys though. We took them to the park and I just grabbed a spot with a blanket on the grass while Tommy just went crazy with them on the slide, the swings, and just everything so that I could catch up on some emails and work stuff for the tour coming up in May.

Watching Tommy play with them was so incredible. It makes me love him even more if that's possible. He's such a good dad and anyone who says otherwise is fucking full of it. It's almost like I could see us having a baby, maybe one day... and I haven't even thought about having babies at all since, y'know... Chris. Fuck, here I am getting way ahead of myself. 

"Find anything yet?" Tommy asks as he climbs onto the bed beside me.

"No... nothing," I say and click the remote, continuing to surf through the channels. 

"Well I think I have a better idea anyways," He says brushing my curls off my shoulder, placing his lips to that spot under my ear and pacing his palm on my cheek to hold me to him. 

I close my eyes and sigh, instantly melting into him. Then he starts to get silly, tickling me with his lips against my neck and I giggle, trying to tell him to stop but he doesn't listen and eventually we're both laughing as he pulls me down beside him on the bed.

"Aha! got it!" Tommy exclaimed as he grabbed the remote from me and started flipping through the channels.

"No! Hey!" I yelp with laughter as I try to sit back up with him but he playfully pushes me back down and I laugh. 

"Nope I don't think so," He laughs holding it just out of my reach as I try to take it from him, somehow finding myself laying across him reaching up to try and take it back from him, my shirt going up ever so slightly and he obviously notices. 

"Babe!" I laugh and I see him bite his bottom lip and playfully smack me on my ass and I yelp with laughter as he laughs. 

"You gotta get it from me first!" He laughs again as I try and wrestle it out of his hand, but he just has so much more reach than I do. 

"Tommy!" I say again and he flicks the channel once more and I suddenly hear Queen's 'Somebody To Love' come on and I turn and look at the screen and it was their Live Aid performance from '85.

"Don't - don't change it, keep it there," I say slightly out of breath from laughing. 

"What?" Tommy laughs and just to be silly I start to sing- well sort of - I'm not that great but I can sort of carry a tune. Just don't ask me to quit my day job.

"...I work hard... every day of my life

I work 'til I ache in my bones

At the end... of the day

I take home my hard earned pay all on my own"

I sing silly and dramatically, moving myself from him, sitting up and quickly grabbing the remote from him and using it as a microphone, and Tommy just looks at me like I'm crazy and that charming smile spreads across his face.

"I get down on my knees 

And I start to pray

'Til the tears run down from my eyes

Lord, somebody, somebody, ooh somebody

Please, can anybody find me somebody to love?"

He starts to laugh and I laugh in between my words as I get up on my knees and get right into the song, feeling it through and through. 

"Got no feel, I got no rhythm

I just keep losing my beat,

I'm OK, I'm alright, I ain't gonna face... no defeat 

I just gotta get out of this prison cell

One day I'm gonna be free, Lord!

Find me, somebody to love!"

And with that last line I break out laughing my ass off and he laughs pulling me back down on the bed with him. 

"You are fuckin' crazy baby," He laughs as I lay beside him looking up at him

"My... distraction... worked though, didn't it?" I say trying to catch my breath in between my words from laughing so hard as I hold the remote in my hand.

"I guess it did," He laughs, and once our laughter had finally calmed down somewhat - though I still managed to giggle every once and I while - he says with a chuckle, "Baby, I fuckin' love you so god damn much," 

"I... fucking love... you so much more," I giggle in between my words. Then without so much as a thought, he says something that I never ever thought he would ever say to me. 

"Then marry me," He says, looking away from me for a second, then back into my eyes. 

It was like the whole world stopped and the only thing that was moving was the insane pounding of my heart that I swear was going to bust right through my chest. 

"What?" I breathe out, with a giggle trying to figure out if he was making a joke or not. 

He then sits up, turns, and opens up the drawer to the bedside table, pulls something out and slides the drawer closed, then turns back to me holding a little black velvet box and I suddenly feel everything in my body go numb. 

"Holy fuck," I say and quickly sit up, flipping my curls out of my eyes and look down at the small black velvet box he held in his hand, then look back at him as he focused on the box, his brow furrowed and deep in thought. 

He then opened the box and took out the most perfect diamond ring I had ever seen. It was a huge rock too in a simple classic cut with a white gold band. I had never seen a diamond so big before. He then looked back into my eyes and I had never seen him so nervous, almost like he was afraid to ask me the question again. 

"Will... will you marry me?" He asks, looking straight into my eyes, his voice low and hitching just a bit.

Everything was moving so fast. I never thought I would ever be in this spot ever again. I never in a million - trillion years thought I would ever feel this way again, that I would fall in love so intensely and so passionately,  and never in those million - trillion years would I have thought it would be Tommy Lee in front of me asking me this question. 

While all of these thoughts ran through my mind faster than the speed of light  - if that's even possible - there was only one thought, one word I needed to say. 

"Yes," 

"Yea?" He smiles at me with a chuckle, his eyes so dark and so full of love.

"Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes," I giggle then bite my bottom lip, feeling my blood rushing through my body. 

He takes the ring, setting the box aside, then takes my left hand and slides the ring over my finger, and touches his forehead to mine closing his eyes. I reach up, placing my palms on either side of his face and press my lips to his, softly at first but then he immediately pulls me into his lap, his lips devouring mine, quickly becoming passionate as my fingers lace through his soft thick locks. 

I couldn't believe this was happening. There are no words to describe just how much I am in love with him. I didn't even hesitate. There is no question that I would marry him, and I've never been so fucking happy. 

His hands move to my hips, then under my shirt and to the small of my back pulling me closer to him. His hands feeling so rough and so warm against my bare skin sending shivers all over as they move from my back to my breasts, his thumbs finding my nipples and playing so perfectly. I have never wanted him so much as I want him right now. The feeling of his lips on mine, his fingers on my skin and the warmth of his body sends vibrations right to my core, wanting him like I've never wanted him before. 

"...my god," I whisper breaking away from his lips and he help lift my shirt over my head, my curls falling down around me as he tosses it across the bedroom, then his lips instantly crash back to mine, devouring as his tongue plays with mine then parting from my lips and moving to my jaw, nipping and biting, sending shivers all over my body. 

He then lays me back on the bed, shifting himself so that he is hovering over me, and places his lips around my nipple, flicking his tongue and nipping, making me arch my back and sigh. 

"Tommy?" I moan.

"What- ee?" He says once he parts from my nipple and moves to the other one repeating the same motions. 

"I fucking love you," I say and he stops playing with my nipple and looks back at me still hovering over me, his dark eyes boaring into mine, his hair fallen across his eyes and I reach for the rim of his boxer briefs, ripping them down over his hips and begin to palm him, feeling his incredible erection. The length and thickness of his was intimidating everytime I feel him, but fuck did he ever make me feel so fucking good. 

In one movement he is on his back leaning back on his elbows watching me as I kneel in between his thighs and without wasting any time, I take him in my hand and suck the tip of him hearing him moan as I do so.

"Oh shit," He says and I suck lightly, feeling his whole body tense up. I give him another squeeze as I suck harder and more determined, earning moans of encouragement with each stroke. His breathing intensifies as I do my work on him, enjoying every single second while he groans even louder which only inflames me more.

I stopped for a moment, still feeling his eyes on me as I ran my tongue all the way down his shaft and slowly back up to give me a moment to catch my breath. Then I went back to sucking, flattening my tongue along his shaft stroking and squeezing whatever I couldn't get in my mouth.

"Holy shit, that's so fucking hot baby," He says watching me. "... don't you dare fucking stop," He begged throwing his head back, but then quickly focusing back on me again, feeling the urge to release. I then got down to business, sucking greedily, harder and harder as he twitched and moaned. Once his stomach became tense, I moved my free hand up over his abs and prepared myself for the load that was about to explode in my mouth. 

"Shit, I'm gonna fuckin' cum baby, " He cries and I soothed him through it, his voice deep and husky at first before turning into a whimper and once it was over, I let go and sat up to catch my breath.

"Good?" I ask breathlessly and he growls and practically attacks me, his lips on my neck, making me laugh as I fall back on the bed and he hovers over me again. His lips then crash to mine once more, becoming full of hunger and eagerness, then he parts his lips from mine, moves to my right nipple, giving that a quick nibble and a suck, making me whimper.

"Your turn," He says once he parts from my nipple and I giggle as he swiftly moves down parting my thighs, his fingers instantly parting my lips and stroking my clit ever so softly at first, making me moan at the slightest touch. I was so fucking turned on by him I knew I was not going to last long at all. 

Then without wasting any time, he spreads me open and his lips instantly make contact with my clit. I gasp then take in a deep breath as I raise my arms above my head gripping the silky sheets as he goes to work.

"Oh my god, Tommy," I sigh and he moans against me as he begins to suck, flicking his tongue perfectly, then inserts a finger inside me, then another, stroking at the perfect spot all the while focusing perfectly on sucking. 

I will never get over just how amazing he is at this, knowing exactly when to suck and when to stop, hitting that perfect spot inside me. I wanted this to last as long as I could handle but my body apparently had other plans. Just as I could feel that wonderful sensation from deep inside me, I knew I couldn't hold back any more.

"Tommy, I'm gonna cum... fuck... oh fuck," I whimper, and with that he sucks harder as I let go, gripping the bedsheets and screaming out his name. The wave of incredible orgasm took over my entire being and sent me to another time and space.

"Baby you are so fucking hot when you scream like that," He says once he removes his lips from me and kneels before me as I pant trying to catch my breath. After a few moments I come back down to earth and sit up, then pull him back to lay down as he chuckles obviously very pleased with himself.

"I need to fuck you," I say agressively not knowing where that voice came from but I couldn't help myself. I needed him inside me.

"Oh fuck yes please baby," He says as I gracefully climb on top of him, flipping my curls out of my face as he places his hand on my hips to help me guide him inside me, once I lower myself onto him, being careful that I don't hurt myself, we moan together and I slowly move as I attempt to adjust to his size. Once I am, I begin to move my hips, his one hand remaining on my hip, his other moving up, to my side then brushing across my torso and to my left breast, his fingers playing with my nipple as he watches me move on top of him. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his length and thickness inside me, filling me up completely. I then take my left hand and cover his hand with mine, glancing down at him to see his brow furrowed and enjoying every second of me on top.

"God damn I fuckin' love you," He says his voice husky and deep and as we move together, he sits up still holding me as I move my hips, his plam reacing up to cup my face as he brushes my curls off my shoulder and places his lips to that spot under my earlobe and then whispers, "Look at us baby," 

The sound of his voice sends shivers all over my body and I knew exactly what he meant but I was still so shy. For as many times as we have made love in this room I still avoided looking at us during it. Every time I caught a glance of us in the mirrors that surrounded us, I always ended up closing my eyes not wanting to see myself.

"I... can't" I breathe as I close my eyes.

"Yes you can baby... look at us... look how beautiful you are," He says in between our movements, his voice so deep and husky. I turn my head slightly, his lips now pressed to my temple and I open my eyes to see our reflection in the full length floor to ceiling mirrors that surround us. Our bodies together as one, my fair complexion against his tattooed body was like something I never thought I could see. We look amazing together and the feeling of him inside me as I watch us was like nothing I've ever felt before.

"Tommy?" I sigh.

"Yes baby?" He says with his lips against my skin.

"I'm gonna cum again," I breathe feeling that wonderful sensation deep inside me.

"Fuck yes baby,"

"I'm gonna cum," I repeat whimpering.

"Fuck..."

"Cum with me, baby... " I breathe turning to him and he touches his forehead to mine, his palm still cupping my cheek and I cry out releasing the most intense orgasm, as he cries out with me releasing everything inside of me.

After a while of us sitting together, us both attempting to calm our breathing, I slowly open my eyes to see his forehead still touching mine and as he flicks his dark eyes to mine, that charming mischievous smile spreading across his lips as he tries to control his breathing, immediately presses his lips to mine. I hungrily suck on his bottom lip as our kiss becomes passionate and intense, then he parts his lips from mine and falls back on the bed and pulls me down with him making me laugh.

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A/N: *indicates flashback or dream-like state

#tommy lee #tommy lee fanfic #motley crue #motley crue fanfiction #terror twins

[stevesbigbazoxngas]

its me again 💔

steve is stubborn, bucky is too, steve just SITS on people or lays on them, places them in a headlock, covers them completely or covers their mouth and makes them listen to him.

“Get the hell off me! Damn, man! You’re a gigantic bulldozer!”

“And this ‘gigantic bulldozer’ wants several apologies, pal. Start apologizing.”

Steve doesn’t understand internet slang, he’d log onto twitter and would start saying things and using random emojis in sentences, “this is so?? slay? pop off? yes queen??”

Tony and or Nat would try and help him type out proper sentences, he’d start typing gibberish.

Steves EYES, just stare into them you’d be underneath his spell, he’s go to a supermarket or a park to be surrounded by men and women adoring his eyes.

Steve with a baby, YES. He’d start playing with them, doing a little voice of his, making sure he doesn’t talk too loud because his voice is deep and booming. Playing with a toddler, the toddler begins to talk to him quietly, he’d adapt to their tone quickly and give them piggyback rides.

Bucky with teens, scary as hell. They’re afraid of him, his metal arm, the eyes everything. The teens are extra nice towards him, Steve however..nope. Cursing around him, disrespecting him.

Bucky would come in and give them the look™️ and they’d behave quickly.

Steve in a playground with other boys and girls they’d play tag, hide and seek, freeze tag, hopscotch, and jacks.

“Peekaboo!”

“Blah! *baby babble*”

“Oh? Ohhh..whazzat? Peekaboo! I seee you!”

The children giggling and mimicking him, I have so many head-canons good lord.

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND, I WAS WITH FAMILY YESTERDAY AND IT WAS VERY EXHAUSTING! LOL!

I agree so hard!!!! Steve loves that he can just lay down and put all his weight on his friends and no matter WHAT THEY DO. THEY WILL NEVER ESCAPE HIS GRASP. YOU BETTER BE READY TO FUCJING APOLOGISE HE'S NEVER GETTING OFF OTHERWISE.

I actually disagree with the internet lingo thing, Steve catches on pretty quick and i feel lile Steve ends up getting social media addicted, HOWEVER. I DONT THINK STEVE WOULD REALLY TELL ANYONE THAT. When Steve is committed to a bit, he's COMMITTED to a BIT. Steve would act clueless on Twitter absolutely absolutely I feel. He'd be like "Slay??!?!?!? 🌸🌸🌸💖 slay your mom??🥰🙏 deez nutz💸💸🐞🐞" he'd tweet things like "how does this thing work?? Why does it keep cutting off my tweets🤨"

YES. STEVES EYES ARE LIKE HYPNOTIZING. I feel like Steve also has the tendency to accidentally stare at things so everyone who sees his eyes r just like 😦😦😦

STEVE WITH BABIES💔💔💔 I feel like Steve loves babies, i think Steve loves kids but he just doesn't think he'll ever have one. STEVE WOULD BE SO GENTLE WITH KIDS☹️ he would have long conversations with babies and toddlers even if its mostly incoherent he just loves to talk with them🥺

YES! Teenagers would be so scared of Bucky i feel, for older kids Steve is the good cop and Bucky is the bad cop. But it's the opposite for younger kids, like if Steve catches you doing something bad you ARE going to the corner, but Bucky'll just wink at you. MEANWHILE WITH TEENAGERS, Buckys a hands-on-his-hips stern dad REAL.

STEVE AT A PLAYGROUND. YES. I feel like he'd throw kids up really high and then catch them, then throw them REALLY high. They love it. Everyone wants to play tag and hopscotch and ball with him.

SO GOOD I LOVE THESE. DAD STEVE AND BUCKY OR STEVE AND BUCKY WITH KIDS R SOOO💔💔

#WAH #i’m so 🥺🥺🥺 #steve rogers #steve rogers my beloved #bucky barnes #stucky

[blessed1neha]

Importance of Ramayan

HI,

Ramayan is a book of ideal behaviour. Even when there were painful twists in the story of Rama's life, there was a lesson to learn. Here are the 5 ethical lessons that we can take from Ramayana.

Ramayan is an epic is an eternal source of guidance to mankind about how to live life in a manner such that it benefits society and commits no acts that one lives to regret later.

Lord Rama is ideal human n teaches us to be ideal too

Reading stories from the great epic written by sage Valmiki about the principled prince (and later King) of Ayodhya to children at an impressionable age will give them the perspective and direction in life.

If one were to observe closely, the Ramayan gives us a number of lessons in ethics

1. Family is important Prince Ram was all set to be anointed the King soon, being the eldest of the four sons of the King of Ayodhya. Yet an otherwise loving step-mother Kaikeyi was unnecessarily instigated into obstructing the path to Ram's ascendance. But Lord Ram did not behave bitterly towards anyone, including the step-mother. He kept his father's promise which he could have easily side-stepped. Father's honour became a question of his own honour. This kind of bonding and positive attachment between members of the family can finally make all things come full circle.

2. Be careful of temptations In exile, Ram, Sita, and Laxman were living a peaceful existence, in harmony with nature. When Lankan king Ravana arrived with his uncle Marich whom he asked to pose as a golden deer, that changed everything. Sita was completely charmed by the golden deer and asked Lord Ram to catch it for her to befriend. Lord Ram went after it and disaster struck soon after. The lesson here is to not run after sudden allurements, to value what you have instead of leaping into the unknown.

3. Follow instructions, don't alter plans arbitrarily When Rama went after Maricha the Golden deer, he clearly instructed Laxman to watch over the wellbeing of Sita. He warned him to not leave Sita alone even for a moment, come what may. But soon Marich and Ravana played another card. The Golden deer was actually the demon Marich - uncle of Ravana - who as per the plan, screamed in Rama's voice "Save me Laxmana". Sita and Laxman heard that but Laxman was not ready to move. Sita cried and asked him to go save her husband. Laxman left but drew a Laxman Rekha - an electrification kind of line beyond which no one can go to her. Sita was told to not overstep that line for whatever the cause. Laxman left to know Rama's fate. Here Ravana, dressed as an old sage arrived and beckoned Sita to step across and give him charity. Sita felt compassion for the old man seeking alms. She stepped across the line and was abducted by the able Ravana.

4. Ram Setu showed even the smallest animal matters Shri Ram's bridge across the sea was built by monkeys and very little human effort. In fact, a squirrel is said to scurry to the construction with whatever amount of dust she could muster on her back. She added her two ounces of effort to the mammoth bridge. Ram is said to have been impressed and caressed her back - giving her the stripes.

5. Respect your enemy With Ravana's death at his hands imminent, Ram had no animosity left for him. The war was for the rescue of Sita - the wife of Rama - whom Ravana had abducted. Despite diplomatic approaches, Ravana had not relented and hence the war. In death, Ram honoured his enemy as another human. He was given a proper funeral. Ram had even asked Lamana to learn statecraft and spirituality from Ravan

#indian mythology #ramayana #Vedic Jyotish Online

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Pokemon OC stuff, again, sorry~!

Regarding Kara and Kay's first birthday without one another, because Kara is in Hisui and Kay is in Galar. Each twin has a member of Submas with them during this time.

I'd imagine the first birthday after her twin goes missing (aka Kara got sent to good ol' Hisui) would be super hard for Kay. It's probably hard in general when someone you know and love is gone. Anyway. She was going to ignore it, to pretend it was just another day. She should've known better than to think her (and Kara's) friends would let her get away with that. Hell, even Emmet wouldn't have let the day go by without addressing it, and he would know how painful the situation is firsthand. Ingo's been gone for three years. Emmet has gone through this three times already. He didn't want to think of how it might become the norm, that he might never celebrate their birthday together again.

The day starts with a train ride to Galar. Leon had called Kay the night before and asked her to come home for the day. He never mentioned what the day was or why, but he didn't have to. If Kay and Emmet had any leads on Kara and Ingo, she would've refused. She contemplated lying. Emmet took the phone from her before she could and said they would be there, forcing her hand. Kay got angry tears in her eyes, but said nothing to Emmet as she went to "her room" in his home and "slammed" (closed a little more forcefully than usual) the door. She wasn't confrontational. He wasn't much for words. There was nothing to discuss if neither wanted to talk. So the next morning, they get up early and catch a ride to Galar. Silent all the way. Kay won't make eye contact with anyone. She's struggling to keep her composure, though it's no longer because she's angry with Emmet. It's...

How does anyone expect her to celebrate this day when Kara is missing and might even be dead? How do they expect her to behave? What is she going to say? What are they going to say? Nothing that happens today is going to fix her problems or make Kara reappear or anything. What's so important about a birthday if the one person you want to share it with--the one you've always shared it with--is gone?

The polite homebody Kay has been for most of her life takes over almost instinctively once she's back in Galar. Her smile is small yet convincing. If Emmet didn't know her as well as he'd come to, he might've even believed it. Leon is waiting at the train station for them. His mother and Hop are with him. They're trying so hard to show otherwise, but she can see the pity in their eyes. It makes her skin crawl. She doesn't need to introduce Emmet to the group as she's spoken of him enough and he's probably had a conversation in which most of Kay's friends and family have heard him, so he's known to those that matter. The group, now consisting of five people, heads towards Kara and Kay's home in Postwick.

The rest of their friends and family are waiting there, as well as all of Kara's Pokemon that aren't in the PC. All except Zamazenta, who went missing at the same time as Kara. Emmet stands awkwardly to the side while everyone takes turns hugging Kay. Kay also lets her Pokemon out of their balls. Her Joltik, Wattson, immediately jumps onto Emmet's hat on his head while the other 'mons go chat with Kara's team.

Everyone brought food so Kay wouldn't have to cook, because they knew if they didn't she would and no one should have to do that on their birthday. There were also gifts, and not just for her, either. She notes the boxes and bags with her sister's name on them, all piled neatly outside Kara's bedroom door. Her eyes grow misty and she has to swallow hard to keep up her facade of being okay. She doesn't open any of her gifts after confirming that none of them are perishable. They can wait until...later. She doesn't clarify when "later" will be, but the implication is there.

No one tries to overstay their welcome. The last to leave are Bede and Leon. Bede kept to himself the entire time, isolating as he had been doing for months now. (Remember, on the post about Kara, I mentioned she and Bede were dating. They'd just had their first year anniversary not long before her disappearance.) He approaches Kay alone and struggles to meet her gaze. Kay and Kara aren't exactly identical twins--Kay has purple eyes and red-and-yellow hair while Kara has green eyes and red-and-black hair--but there's enough similarities to make this very difficult. She reaches out to him, taking his right hand in both of hers and squeezing. On his right arm is the silver/platinum watch Kara had gotten him for their first anniversary to serve as a permanent replacement for the golden oversized one Chairman Rose had once given him. He'd worn it every day since. Some of the shine is worn away from how often he messed with it, but he couldn't help it. It was, in a lot of ways, the only thing he had left of Kara. Kay knows this. She knows she's not the only one hurting from her twin's disappearance, and that's why she didn't want to be wasting time here in Galar for a pity party or whatever. She and Bede exchange a long, tight hug before he leaves.

Leon comes to her after this. There's no polite smile. Just worry. She loses her fake smile and looks at the floor, unable to maintain any semblance of eye contact. He's not going to even attempt to talk her out of this seemingly useless pursuit of Kara and Ingo. He knows she needs to discover the truth and see it with her own eyes. And yes, he does believe that Kara is still alive out there somewhere. He just doesn't want to lose Kay, too. No one does. A lot of people love her just as much as they love Kara. Losing one of the twins was hard enough on Galar--and him. He doesn't know what he'd do if they were to lose both of them.

Kay reads between the lines. He--and likely the others--want her to come home. No, not just come home. Stay home. She hasn't been back in months until today. It didn't occur to her that her absence would matter to anyone all that much. She's not nearly as important as Kara. That's what she thought. Seems she was wrong.

And it's not like her search for her sister needed to be in Unova. Ingo had disappeared from there. Kara disappeared from Galar. Kay and Emmet were looking for resources any- and everywhere they could, from Pokemon to history books. The same could be done here, right?

But there's something she would have to face here that she wouldn't in any other region. Coming home to an empty house. Walking by Kara's empty bedroom. Facing Kara's absence directly on a daily basis.

Her heart can't take that kind of pain. She does her best to convey this to Leon, but the best she can do is, "I can't come home until she does." With a heavy sigh, he says he understands and doesn't press the issue any further. He wraps his arms around her and holds her more than hugs her for a while. Then, with much reluctance, he heads home.

Now there's just Kay, Emmet, and Pokemon.

Silent tears flow freely from Kay's eyes as she begins moving her gifts into her room. Champ and Mystic, her Machamp and Meowstic respectively, stop eating to assist her. Emmet sits and watches, the same thing he'd been doing basically since they got here.

Kara's Lopunny, Bunny, suddenly hops over to where Kay and Kara's mail has been piling up and starts sifting through it. Bunny is capable of reading, so she can find whatever she's looking for. She just remembered something she saw addressed to Kay that she believes the woman needs to see now. Snipelass, Kara's Inteleon, comes to help with her opposable thumbs. Their actions pique Emmet's interest and he approaches. Wattson is still on his hat.

Snipelass unearths an old-looking envelope with worn writing on the outside. It's super faded, yet still legible enough. It's addressed to Kay, but postmarked to not be sent until this exact date. How a letter that arrived today got buried is anyone's guess. The contents of the envelope are kinda bulky. Hmm. An old parcel delivered on this, the day of Kay and Kara's birth...

Wattson the Joltik uses his string to steal the envelope out of Snipelass's hands and takes off for Kay's room, and while the parcel is nearly as heavy as he is, he finds the strength to carry it and move faster than two fully evolved Pokemon and a grown man. He deposits it on Kay's head as she's exiting her room with Champ and Mystic, startling her before she quickly attempts to properly catch whatever her Joltik brought her. At the same time, Bunny, Snipelass, and Emmet just barely manage to prevent themselves from colliding with Kay and her Pokemon. The fact that so many beings seem interested in this worn out envelope causes curiosity to rise above the depression. She has to know what this is, now.

Kay takes a seat on the floor in front of the couch. Emmet sits to her right. Wattson is on her head. Bunny and Snipelass huddle together at her left. Mystic sits on the couch directly behind Kay's head with Akiza (Kara's Roserade) at her right and Luna and Morpheus (Kara's Gardevoir and Kay's Zoroark) at her left. Copier (Kay's Ditto) is to Akiza's right in their putty form. The rest of the Pokemon (Champ) (Kay's Florges, Aletris, and her "court" of five Flabébé) (Kara's Obstagoon, Diva) (Kara's Urshifu, Grumpy Bear) crowd in as best they can as Kay opens the envelope...

x-x-x-x-x-x

Kara doesn't handle her first birthday without Kay very well, either. It's somewhat easier to pretend the day doesn't matter, however, as no one else knows when her birthday is and, technically speaking, she shouldn't even be born yet.

At this point in Hisui, she's probably still working on the Dex and hasn't gotten all the plates yet, meaning she hasn't hit her breaking point and Volo isn't gone.

Though no one knows what might make the day different for Kara, her behavior is a bit off enough that anyone she's made meaningful connections with can tell something is amiss. She's more aloof and distant than usual. She avoids reflective surfaces like the plague. She doesn't return to Jubilife Village after leaving early in the morning and she doesn't go to either clan's settlements, or even the lands around those locations.

At some point, she winds up at the ruins of the Temple of Sinnoh, directly beneath where the space-time rift once was. She sits amongst the rubble. It's cold all the way up here in the Coronet Highlands, but since she hadn't planned on this, she didn't have a coat. All she has is the thin navy blue hoodie she was wearing when she was pulled from Galar to Hisui. (Obviously she's dressed in other clothes, too; this is just what's "protecting" her from the cold.)

She releases her Pokemon, including Dialga and Palkia, from their Pokeballs. Zamazenta is never in his ball, so he's already with her. He curls himself up around her as her team sit close by. Pyrrha (her H. Typhlosion), Bunni (her Lopunny), Float (her Floatzel), and Spaghetti (her alpha Tangrowth). Dialga and Palkia are much too big to join in sitting with the group, so they merely stand nearby. She pulls a couple of things out of her backpack (remember, she has her bag from her adventures in Galar, not just a silly little satchel) and puts one of the things on top of the other. A Cake-Lure Base and a candle. She asks Pyrrha to light the candle. All her Pokemon except Zamazenta (and D and P) give her a strange look, prompting her to explain it's a tradition for humans to blow out a candle on a cake to make a wish. Maybe it hasn't reached Hisui yet. At any rate, Pyrrha creates a tiny flame on the wick. Kara closes her eyes. A few moments later, she blows out the fire. She can't tell them what her wish is, as per the rules, but anyone who knows her can probably guess it.

Under her breath, she whispers, "Happy Birthday, Kay," before taking a bite out of the Cake-Lure Base. It's not good. Definitely not intended for human tastebuds and best mixed with other ingredients for Pokemon. Pyrrha eats the candle and Kara tosses the rest of the Cake-Lure Base aside. She then pulls her knees up to her chest, resting her head against them as she starts crying.

She shouldn't stay here too long. This part of Hisui is Lord Electrode and Lady Sneasel's domain. If they and/or their wardens came looking for her...No, she couldn't be seen like this. Maybe Ingo would be okay, but Melli could never be okay. Yet she can't bring herself to move. She knows the sky probably won't open up again any time soon. Dialga, Palkia, and all the noble Pokemon are no longer frenzied. She hasn't collected all of the plates or completed the Hisui PokeDex, and even if she had, there's no guarantee it would change anything. She's stuck in Hisui, possibly forever.

And this point, this spot in Hisui, this dilapidated Temple of Sinnoh, is the closest she can be to home. Her real home. The closest she can be to her twin sister. Kay. Oh, Kay. Poor girl must be so worried. How much time had passed for her? Was it one-to-one, like every day Kara lived in past Hisui was a day in present Galar? How long has Kara been missing there? What did everyone think happened? Did they think she...? No, she wouldn't have left her Pokemon if she did run away. They knew that. And she really had no reason to leave of her own volition. She was happy. She had friends, family, was starting to enjoy life, had a boyfriend, and had plans for the future. Arceus derailed everything because...why? Kara tried asking, both verbally and through text on the Arc Phone. No answer. How typical of alleged gods.

Kara doesn't leave fast enough. Lady Sneasler and Ingo arrive on the scene, which she only notices when she hears and feels her Pokemon shift to look at something. Her 'mons aren't threatened by the appearance of the Lady and her warden. Both have been nothing but kind to Kara. Besides, Ingo is in a similar position to Kara, except for some reason he's suffering from amnesia and has been here for roughly a decade. His memories have been returning more and more since Kara's arrival, but she wonders if that's really a good thing. Having the memory of her life before Hisui has only brought her pain. Maybe she would've been better off with amnesia, too...

Ingo greets her as she raises her head to look at him, addressing her as, "Miss Kara." She tries to hide the fact that she was crying, but is fairly certain it's useless. He asks why she's here. She gives the smallest shrug. He glances up at the sky, then back down at her. Realization. She's here for the same reason she wasn't at the festival celebrating the closing of the rift. He felt the same sadness, though to a much lesser extent. Because memory. It was both a blessing and a curse.

He asks if he can sit with her. She gives a small nod. Her Pokemon make room for him and Lady Sneasel to join them. The stone rubble ground is cold. Kara shivers. Pyrrha activates her purple flames to provide some heat. Her ghostly fire reminds Ingo of Chandelure.

After several long, freezing minutes, Kara mutters something Ingo barely hears. She admits to him it's her birthday. Hers and Kay's. Then she says more, a little more loudly, too. If she was home, she'd be turning twenty-one with her twin. If the days lined up, anyway. This is the first time she's had a birthday without Kay. Technically neither have been born yet, she says with a pathetic laugh. There's nothing to celebrate. She shouldn't be alive or exist right now. Realizing how dark that sounds, Kara goes quiet and hides her face in her legs again.

Lady Sneasler thinks for all of a second before scooping up Kara and shoving her in the basket on her back. No one was expecting it, so it takes everyone by surprise. Kara's 'mons (minus Zamazenta) fly back into their Pokeballs as Ingo stands again, unsure what his Lady is doing. Zamazenta gets defensive, growling at Lady Sneasler with his teeth bared. She says something in Pokespeak to him, which shuts him up but doesn't entirely alleviate his concerns. Kara tries to escape from the basket, mildly panicking. Ingo wishes he had something to say to calm her down. His lady is behaving strangely.

The Noble Pokemon takes off through the highlands with Ingo and Zamazenta following behind. Sometimes for speed, Zamazenta will put Ingo on his back and sprint/climb faster than Ingo can do himself. Kara in the basket just closes her eyes and hugs herself, confused and unable to do anything about it.

She is soon deposited in a cave somewhere in Coronet Highlands. Literally dumped out of the basket onto the ground. A quick look around and she realizes she must be where Lady Sneasler and Ingo live. It's definitely a homey cave. So the Noble wanted to bring Kara here for her birthday. Well, at least it's warmer than the ruins of the Temple of Sinnoh.

There's a fire pit, which Ingo hurries to ignite. After regaining her composure, Kara lets Pyrrha out to assist him. Lady Sneasler throws a blanket over Kara as Kara lets the rest of her Pokemon back out of their balls. Lady Sneasler sits on the opposite side of the fire as Kara, flanked by Dialga and Palkia, while everyone else assumes the positions they had before when they were outside. Kara absentmindedly leans into Ingo as they share the blanket in front of the fire. No one says anything.

Kara loses track of time there. It happens a lot when she spends time with Ingo. Why? She has no idea. He doesn't either, though it's the same for him. Maybe it's because they both fell through a rift into the past? It doesn't matter. She likes it. While she likes Volo and Adaman more, she can't help feeling guilty about feeling the way she does around them when she already has a boyfriend. (She feels awkward around Volo in general nowadays, too, because the night following her exile from Jubilife kinda sorta made her feel so bad she and he...well, anyway...) With Ingo, there's not a lot of guilt. Just comfort, really. Being comfortable with a stranger is odd. But hey, it's better than nothing.

She's *this* close to falling asleep when Spaghetti's (the alpha Tangrowth) stomach lets out the loudest growl. Welp. Someone's hungry. And if he's hungry, everyone else probably is, too. Kara gets up and pulls her large cooking pot out of her Bag of Holding (aka the bag she brought from Galar that's capable of fitting the curry pot, a tent, and every item ever despite its size). Time to whip up some curry. Bunni (the Lopunny) steals the fan for the fire from the bag, assigning herself that task. Float (the Floatzel) helps pull out the ingredients and he provides the water needed. Ingo, Lady Sneasel, and the rest stay back while the crew goes to work. Kara basically goes into a trance when she's doing this, which is nice for someone who's been feeling too much lately.

There's plenty of curry for everyone, including the Pokemon that Ingo has on hand. Kara serves it up in bowls, also from her Bag of Holding. She and he are the only ones that use utensils to eat. Pokemon gobble straight from the bowl, especially since most don't have the thumbs needed to hold a spoon. Ingo commends her on the delicious meal. Kara gives a small, sad smile. This is nothing compared to what Kay can do. The only reason Kara can do this is because she had to learn in order to stay out in the Wild Areas and go far from home during the Gym Challenge and the completion of the PokeDex in Galar. These sorts of things are vague memories for Ingo, though of course in his case they'd be related to Unova, not Galar. Regardless of how or why, Kara still did well, and she deserves to be complimented. She gets flustered and tries to brush it off again, but can't get the words out for some reason.

The warden and Float go out of the cave with the dirty dishes to clean them once everyone has had their fill. Kara is left alone with the other Pokemon and her thoughts. She wonders if Kay is handling this day well. She wishes she could talk to Kay, to let her know she's okay and trying her hardest to get back home. But without the rift, how could she reach her sister?

Then it came to her.

x-x-x-x-x-x

The old mail was from Kara! Somehow.

Even without the introduction, Kay would've recognized her sister's handwriting anywhere.

The parcel had a letter several pages long, written over the course of a couple days, starting on the day that would've been their birthday if they were born over a hundred years ago. There were also old photographs. Kara was in every one, standing with people Kay didn't recognize and usually wearing clothes that were too outdated to be by choice. The people in the photos were labeled on the back. Adaman, leader of the Diamond Clan. Irida, leader of the Pearl Clan. Volo. Cyllenne, captain of the Galaxy Team's Survey Corps. Professor Laventon. Rei, a member of the Survey Corps. Wardens of the Diamond and Pearl Clans.

How was this possible?

As the letter explained on the first page, Arceus had decided to take Kara to Hisui in the past, for some reason even Kara herself didn't know despite being there for months now as of writing the thing. She's trying to get back. She wants to come home so badly. And she's so, so sorry for what she must be putting Kay through, even if this disappearance wasn't by choice.

While Kay reads the letter out loud, Emmet takes the photos and focuses on one in particular. Kara with one of the wardens of the Pearl Clan. He's obviously older and his signature hat and coat have seen better days. There's a goatee on his chin. He seems more tired than he ever looked before. But...There's no denying his identity. Emmet knows in his heart who this older man is from the moment he sees the image.

Ingo.

Three years ago, his brother disappeared without a trace. Now he knows where Ingo went.

He interrupts Kay to share the news. She's happy for him, but also because this means they have a lead on their missing siblings. Ingo and Kara are together, just like Emmet and Kay. It looks like Ingo has been there longer than three years, though, so there must be a kind of time discrepancy or something between then and the present. Kay continues to read the letter for more info, believing Kara would tell them about Ingo.

Kara still has her memories, but she reveals that Ingo suffered amnesia when he arrived over ten years ago. He's slowly been recovering his memories since Kara arrived. She asks Kay to find his brother to let him know, certain Emmet must be as worried about him as Kay is about her. She also isn't sure Arceus is responsible for Ingo's presence, because he doesn't have an Arc Phone like she does and because of the memory loss. It didn't make sense to Kara.

With the space-time rift gone, Kara doesn't know how they'll come home. She's hoping that completing the task Arceus set out for her-- seek out all Pokemon--by helping Professor Laventon compile the first PokeDex will do the trick. There's also some ordeal with plates of the eighteen Pokemon Types that Kara's friend Volo seems to think might help. She can't make any promises. She wants nothing more than to be home. She misses her sister. She misses her friends. She misses her Pokemon. And holy shit does she miss indoor plumbing and air conditioning and central heat and beds that aren't on the floor and so many other modern luxuries she used to take for granted.

"I hope to see you soon. Love you, Kay. And happy birthday."

Kay is so overwhelmed. She sets aside the letter and photos before she bursts into tears so she won't risk damaging the already worn pages. Earlier, her tears were shed from sadness. Now, her tears are from joy. After months of stress, she finally knows what happened to Kara, and after three years, her friend Emmet now knows where Ingo is. She couldn't have asked for better news--her sister's return being the sole exception--and on her birthday no less.

Without thinking, she throws her arms around Emmet and hugs him, burying her face in his chest. He stiffens, caught off guard. It's only for a moment, however, because while he doesn't express it well, he's just as happy to finally have another lead on his brother's disappearance. He returns the hug. They keep hugging until Kay stops crying.

The only question is... How can they bring their siblings home???

#not duel monsters #pokemon #my pokemon related stuff #long post // #this ended up way longer than I expected it to be holy poop