#but do you think its to cover his fear that maybe his brother is dead and he spent god knows how long calling a stranger his family

[book-of-baba-fett]

Revolve - Captain Rex x Fem!Reader

Summary: After months of thinking he was dead, Captain Rex comes back into your life. There will be time to figure out where you lie in a galaxy neither of you know anymore, but for now you can't keep your hands off him and Rex needs to show you how much he missed you.

Warnings: Smut (18+ only for this folks), oral sex (f receiving), boob & general body worship, PiV, praise kink, mentions of/light cockwarming, creampie

A/N: Inspired by Rex's return in The Bad Batch season 2, but no spoilers for the episode's plot. It's been a long time of writer's block, so i'm kicking up my brain again with some good old smut featuring our favorite blond captain. Divider by @galacticgraffiti

Word Count: 3.4k

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You were always careful with how you left your apartment: Coruscant wasn’t a safe space to live, even before the Empire. Now there was a false sense of security, a cover brought by the end of the war that should make you feel comfort but you couldn’t lose the fear that something else would come to shake your world at its core. Thing were supposed to be safe, but you didn’t recognize the galaxy anymore. You couldn’t stop looking over your shoulder as you walked home, you never lingered in secluded spots for too long, maybe you were being paranoid, but ever since you the war ended you knew you weren’t safe. Maybe it was because you lost the one person who you knew would always look after you. So, you always triple check that your doors are locked before bed, that your security system was on, and would repeat the same motions when you left for work in the morning. So, tonight when you arrive home to an unlocked door, it’s more than a surprise.

You recognize the simple signs of disturbances; your chair slightly nudged to the side, a cloak resting over the back of your couch. Whoever came in was giving you warning signs so you wouldn’t be alarmed once you saw the shadow of their figure staring out your window.

And the last thing Rex ever wanted to do was frighten you.

At the sound of your keys landing on the counter, Rex turns to face you. He looks good for a 'dead' man. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest, your feet frozen in place as you take in the man in front of you. You never believed the reports, couldn’t fathom that he had died in the crash that took his brothers. Still, it was like a ghost stood in front of you, and you were afraid if you acknowledged it, you would wake up from this wanted dream.

But then he says your name, the rumble of his voice too present to be a figment of your imagination. His eyes are filled with longing and disbelief even though he had sought you out; you would have teased him for it if you weren't in shock yourself.

You practically leap at him, and Rex is waiting with open arms; those strong, caring arms grasping you tightly as he tugs you into his chest. The vest he wears is so light you can feel his heart thudding in his chest, as runaway with glee as yours is too. He presses his face into your neck, smelling the scent of your shampoo, taking in your essence. HIs hands grasp your clothing, he needed this moment just as much as you did; this tangible proof that you still existed after everything else fell apart.

"Cyar'ika," He murmurs, his breath hot against the skin of your neck. Hu nuzzles into you and you feel the stubble growing on his cheek; a new thing for him. "I'm sorry it took me so long."

"I thought I lost you," you manage to squeak out, eyes burning from tears threatening to spill over.

"I wanted to be here sooner," you can feel the weight of honesty on his words. Rex pulls back, his eyes once again finding you. Now that you're closer, you can take him in much better. A pale scar on his temple is the only sign of injury on him. He rests his hand on your cheek, his thumb circling over where tears had already managed to stain. "I would have been. But it wasn't safe."

"It still isn't," you interject, your worry for him renewed in a different way. "So much has happened so quickly. And I don't believe what they're saying about the Jedi being traitors, it just doesn't make sense."

"It's all lies," Rex insists in a harsher tone than he's ever used with you. He dials it back once he sees the apprehension on your face, pecking a kiss on your forehead before exhaling. His face is lined with exhaustion, his eyes tired, and you can feel the anger laced with guilt radiating off him. "Palpatine was using them, using all of us, all along."

"What happened?" you almost don't want to know, but you have to understand where he's been, everything he's dealt with. You can't take his burdens, but you can help him with the weight.

"It's not a quick tale," he says with a mirthless chuckle, that deep sound that you love so much hidden behind the dead seriousness.

"Well, I'm here to listen," You nuzzle against his hand, planting a kiss in his palm.

"Later. Right now, though..." Rex's tone gets lower, his hand sliding to your neck as the arm around your back squeezes you tighter. “It’s been too long since I kissed you.”

You don’t have time to reply before his lips are on yours, a moan catching your throat as his grasp tightens. Rex is slow, tentative at first, as if he’s savoring the moment to make up for lost time. But when you pull back for air, it’s like a switch flips in him; his eyes are dark with desire, hooded as they look over you.

He guides you back to the bedroom he’s spent so many nights in. He knows your place like it was his own, and one day you had wanted to make it so. Now you know that day could never be.

Rex kisses you again, hungrier and insisting as his hands find the waistline of your pants. You can’t hold in the giggle that escapes your lips at his frantic attempts to take your clothes off. You help him as best you can, lifting your shirt up. Rex makes an indignant huff when he has to release your lips, but its quickly silenced as you stand in front of him in your bra and panties. His hands reach around your back, his deft fingers skillfully removing your bra. His eyes are locked on your face as he slides it off you, watching the way your lips tremble in anticipation.

Rex’s touch was reverential; his fingertips grazing over your skin, raising goosebumps as his touch passed. Your nipples pebbled, from the cold air or from the arousal of the heat of his hands against you, you weren’t sure.

“I missed you,” you whimper as he nudges you to sit on the bed. That doesn’t encompass all you’ve felt in the last few months. Nothing could compare to the ache you felt without him. But you couldn’t burden him with that, not when he was dealing with so much.

“I’ve missed you too, Cyare,” Rex leans down and clasps both his hands around your face. “But I’m here now. It’s just you and me.”

He’s quick to remove his clothes, eager to feel his skin against yours. You slide back as he does, taking him in as you prop up on your elbows. His chest is littered with more scars than you remember, something that frightens you. But you can’t let your fears get in the way of this moment.

You spread your legs wider, smirking at the way Rex’s eyes linger on your panties, the only time of clothing either of you are wearing. He prowls to the bed, slowly climbing on it and over you until he’s kissing you again.

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” Rex murmurs against your lips.

“You could mention it more often,” you can’t resist the urge to tease, ignoring the fluttering in your stomach. Rex blows a huff of air against your lips as he chuckles in response.

“Alright then,” he starts, his voice dangerously low as he presses up.

“You’re gorgeous,” he repeats, pecking a kiss on the corner of your mouth. His lips trail down to your jaw, his breath hot on you as if meets the sensitive skin of your neck. You yelp in surprise as his teeth meet your skin, nipping lightly before his tongue laves over the sensitive spot. “And so sexy.”

He makes his way down to your heaving chest. His palm cups on of your breasts, squeezing as he plants open mouthed kisses on your sternum. His eyes meet yours once again, a slight smugness in them as his tongue peaks out and flicks over your nipple.

“Love your perfect tits,” Rex groans before sucking your nipple between his lips. You whimper from the pleasure, your cheeks hot and your core aching. He moves to your other breast, sucking on that nipple too as you squirm beneath him. You try to press your legs together to release some of the need settling in at the apex of your thighs, but Rex’s body between you prevents that. But he knows what you want, and starts to grind his hardness against you. You gasp as you feel how large he is, his hot and heavy cock rutting against you. Droplets of precum smear against your lower abdomen as Rex lazily thrusts, still focused on your chest.

When he decides he’s done, he scoots lower down your body, his tongue tracing his path down before he gets to your panties. Rex looks up at you, his brown eyes filled with sinful wanting as he licks a stripe over your covered slit, tasting the tang of your arousal that had already dampened your panties. You moan his name, one of your legs crossing over his back to nudge him closer to you.

“Patience,” Rex tsks, that small, confident grin that drives you insane still on his face. His fingers toy with the band on your panties. “Only good girls get rewarded.”

You hmph, prepared to sass him back when he raises an eyebrow at you. You put on a sweet smile, and nudge your legs slightly further apart, waving your hips as you wiggle.

“I’ve just missed how good you make me feel,” you sound breathless as you say it. “I can’t handle being teased right now.”

You try to shift again but Rex holds you steady. He presses a kiss to your thigh; the roughness of his stubble sends a shiver down your spine. You must be dripping in your panties, your need for him to give you everything taking over. “Rex; please.”

Rex was a resolved man, but he always had a weakness where you were concerned. “Anything for you, cyar’ika.”

Rex loops his fingers around your waistband and slowly slides your panties down, groaning when he sees your glistening lips. Once they’re off, he crawls back to you on the bed. His strong arms wrap around your thighs, his large hands holding your thighs steady and open for him as he dives in.

You moan as soon as his tongue glides through your lips, you try to grind your hips against his face but his grip is strong, holding you in place as he tastes you. He licks a long, flat strip up your slit, then circles over your clit with his tongue, You can’t hold in the way your breath hitches as he flicks over your clit, teasing you as he begins to finally relieve some of that pressure aching in you. 

Rex groans against your skin as he tastes you, thinking of how much he missed this, missed you. It’s cliche to say, but he eats you like a man starved; he had been so long deprived of you that now he needed to relish it, savor it. Something ignited in him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he buried his face there. You knew if he wasn’t holding you steady, your legs would be squeezing against his head. Your hands jump to the back of his head, your nails probably scratching the back of his head, but he gives no sign he minds. In fact he seems to like it; he groans into your core, the vibrations against your sensitive skin making you keen.  

His eyes dart up as you gasp, a challenge and a cockiness in his eyes that sets you on fire. He unwinds one of his arms from your legs, the limb weighted with the signs of that sweet soreness you’ll feel in the morning. You’re about to offer Rex some teasing remark for it, when you feel a thick finger probing at your entrance and your words turn into a moan. 

“Relax, cyar’ika, I’ve got you,” Rex croons as his finger slowly drags in and out of you. He puls it in and out of you, slowly increasing his pace, before adding a second finger in. Your walls cling to his fingers, tightly clenching around them as Rex fingers you. He crooks his finger, finding your g-spot with such a skill and ease; he knows your body so well, knows exactly what to do to make you feel good. 

With only one hand to keep you in place, your squirming has increased; your body acting of its own mind to chase his fingers as they thrust into your pussy. The way his fingers fill you is near perfect, second only to his cock. You can feel the pressure cresting in your body with every stroke of his fingers inside you, your breath leaving you in sighs as your chest begins to heave. He slips another finger in, stuffing you and warming you up for what’s to come and you swear you’re close to seeing the Maker. 

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Rex grunts out, his voice husky with arousal. You can feel his breath on your pussy as he encourages you. “I can feel how close you are. Go on, let go for me.”

He leans in and wraps his lips around your clit, sucking as his fingers stick with their consistent motion against your g-spot. You cry out his name, your body tensing as you climb that peak, finally toppling over with a swipe of his dexterous fingers. Your vision dots white and your voice cracks as your head rolls back. Rex keeps sucking your clit and fingering you as your orgasm washes over you, only slowing when your body relaxes again. 

“How was that?” Rex asks, his smirk telling you he already knew the answer. He pushes himself back up, climbing over you so he could kiss you; you could taste yourself on his lips.

“Hmm could have been bett-oh,” Your teasing reply is cut off by Rex kissing you again, his hand slips to your neck, his fingers clasping around it. He only gives a light pressure, not enough hurt you in any way but enough to remind you who made you feel that good. You can feel his cock, hot and hard against your thigh as his kiss grew more insistent, tongue meeting tongue as your arousal built up again. Rex can’t wait any longer either. 

 “I need you.” He grunts out in between kisses, needy and purposeful. 

“Then take me,” you reply, out of breath, ready to offer him everything you have. 

Rex enters you slowly, his cock stretching you, filling you in the way you craved. Your hands clenched around his biceps, nails digging into his skin as you hissed from the slight pain that came from getting used to him. But maker, it was so worth it. Rex’s muscles were clenched as he held himself back from roughly snapping his hips to yours; he wanted to take you, claim you entirely as his and Maker knows you would willingly let him. But that restraint made those first moments all the more savorful, something to cling to before you lost yourselves.

Rex groans roughly as his cock hilts completely inside you, pressing his forehead against yours. He stills for a moment, breathing heavily as he feels you around him, warm and tight. He loves the feeling of you beneath him trembling with want, loves the way you bite your lips as you try and hold your whimpers inside. His eyes are dark as he looks down at you, taking you in and reading you to judge when you’re ready for him to move.

He fills you so perfectly, you would let him lay here for hours, semi-crushing you with his cock inside you as your cunt squeezes around him. You would have him use you in any way he wanted and you would let him. But now there’s one thing alone you want, you meet his eyes and nod, digging your nails tighter into his skin as you beg, “Move, please Rex .”

You cry in pleasure as he thrusts back and slams his hips back into you so hard you feel him in your gut. You’re still moaning when he thrusts again, just as hard, just as deep.

This wasn’t your soft and tender Rex; you knew he was there, under the hardened layers of a man who had lost everything. This Rex is still kind, still devoted, but he has a need burning through him. A desire to take you and consume you. His grip around you is harsh, his arms squeezing you as they wrap around your torso so hard you half wonder if he could break you. His thrusts near punishing, his cock plunging deep into you. You can’t hold in your moans and cries; and Rex doesn’t want you to. He wants to hear you, needs to know how you fall apart under him, how you call his name, how you beg for him.

“That’s my good girl,” he grits out, his voice so low it sparked a fuse inside you. His eyes flashed as you clenched around him. “Taking me so well. You look so beautiful like this.”

“You feel so good,” you tell him. But there’s a smugness on his face.

“I know, princess,” you swear you could cum right then. He knows what he’s doing to you. He can feel the way your body trembles beneath him, how your legs quake around his waist, how your cunt is leaking with arousal all by what’s he’s doing to you.

You clutch onto him likes he’s your life line, and in a way he is. Everything revolves around him, in a way that fills you with bliss when he’s with you and a way that filled you with dread these last few months without him. You’re still torn under the surface, wanting to cry in joy and sorry over ever emotion running through you at seeing him again but you’ll have time for that later, time to figure out what comes next. Right now, the only thing that matters is he’s here with you.

Every stroke of his cock inside you knocks the air out of you; you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve moaned his name or how many times your name has left his lips like a prayer. His praises for you falling between every thrust, igniting that fire in your gut as he pounds into you.

Rex holds you tighter and you feel like he could snap you in half; his thrusts going faster and faster, his grunts in your ear getting louder. A layer of sweat beads on both your bodies, the smack of your hips meeting is lewd but heavenly.  Your breath is pitching, every time Rex moves his cock hits you in a place so deep as he pushes you closer and closer to ecstasy. He can feel you pulsing around him, hear the way your voice is cracking and he knows you’re about to come.

“Come on mesh’la, that’s it,” Rex orders hoarsely, his voice rugged and tense as he holds himself together for a little bit longer, “come for me.”

You start to see stars as your orgasm hits you. Rex fucks your harder as you come, his breath loud as he chases his own orgasm with you. Your pussy clenches around Rex’s thick cock, milking him dry as he grunts out and spills inside you. You should be embarrassed by how loud you are, knowing there’s no way your neighbors can’t hear you yell Rex’s name but you can’t bother to care. Rex’s thrusts speed up as he empties himself into you, until he presses all the way in once more when he’s done, filling you into most sinfully delightful way as he collapses on top of you.

You both lay there for an immeasurable amount of time; his cock still filling you up, plugging your mixed releases that slowly leak out of you as he softens. His lips are in your neck, softly kissing you as he murmurs his adorations into your skin. Your fingers trace circles on his back, over the scars that litter his body. There are conversations to be had, plans to be made: but nothing else matters in this moment more than having your Rex back, safe with you.

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[beetleviolet]

So uh... anyone remember this post? About rottmnt Raph and Leo post invasion?

@midwesternvibes i did it.

I didn't go super deep into it because like. What do you even do in that situation lmao. And I'm not sure I did the idea justice. Idk. Might do another draft before I post it on ao3. Super proud of all my metaphors and shit tho.

(Tw: PTSD, panic attacks, crying, negative self talk, suicidal thoughts (kind of?? Blink and you'll miss it. Its a hyperbole anyway but better safe then sorry))

meteor shower (quick, take cover)

The worst part about it was that Raph had seen it coming. 

They were all jumpy. Trigger-sad and still pulling themselves back together. The crashing of pots as they spilled out of the cupboard, and everyone in the kitchen jumped out of their skin. Leo flinched a second time as Raph landed from his (admittedly embarrassing) hop. His little brother's breath hitched and hitched and he ducked his head to the floor, staring staring staring. His cane clattered to the floor. 

“Oh buddy…” Raph dropped his voice soft. Leo's eyes locked onto him. He stumbled, arm reaching blindly behind to find its grip on the counter. He fell, frame shaking. His eyes didn't leave Raph's, Raph's right eye, droning up and down his arm. Hitch, hitch, hitch hitch hitch. 

Raph took a step forward. And Leo-

Leo

Leo raised his arms, taking himself to the floor without the support. He ducked his head, limbs already starting to retreat into his shell. And Leo looked up at him, eyes big and shaking and welled up tears and and and

Beside him, Mikey unfroze, bounding forward before Raph could stop him. 

“Mike, I don't think-” He trailed off as Leo peaked up, reaching for Mikey with unrestrained sobs. He held his little brother close, only looking up to watch Raph. Again, their eyes locked. 

Terror. Panic. Horror. Fear. The hitch hitch hitch when Raph raised a hand. So he stepped back instead. Back and back and back until he was running out of their kitchen, glancing over his shoulder in time to see Leo relax, just a little. Just enough. 

Raph punched his wall. His wall, this time. Not Leo's or Leo or anything else. He breathed, hard eyes roaming and landing on a pile of stuffies by his pillow. 

He'd like to say he did anything else, but Raph fell into bed, held a stuffed cat tight to his chest, and cried. 

The plushie's name was Kitty-Kitty. Once, when they were really little, Leo tore her arm off in a fit of rage and safety scissors. Raph cried and then Leo cried and then Mikey cried, overwhelmed with it all. Leo sewed the arm back on and even added a little heart on her sleeve. The clumsy stitches had long since fallen out, but Raph had sewn them back year after year and kept it and held it close, tight to his chest as he cried like a child. He cried and he cried. It seemed the world was constantly finding new and creative ways to break his heart. (Or maybe not so creative because)

(Well)

(He'd seen it all coming)

Raph let himself drown, let himself toss and turn and wallow in the salty leftovers on his cheeks. Like a beached whale, he let himself wallow, just a bit.

Donnie once said that dead whales could explode. Maybe Raph would explode. He wished he would, just a little, if only so he wouldn't have to get back up and see that look in Leo's eyes ever again. Ever, ever again. 

But he would, wouldn't he? The next panic attack, the next mission gone awry, the next the next the next… It kept going and going. The next… what if Raph got weird again? Leo had always been the best at calming him down, bringing him back. What if Leo couldn't do it? Got too scared, was hurt too bad? Decided that it just. Wasn't worth it. 

Raoh let another wave of tears wash over him. Usually after a good cry he felt cleaned out, hollowed chest and burning nostrils, insides sanded and painted with white wash, fresh and new. Maybe it was just a bad cry, because he still felt all stuffed and overwhelmed and big and heavy and gross, insides all slime and goo and and and

Raph picked up that train of thought, dragged it through his mind palace, and threw it in the moat. 

He took stock. 

Raph was tired. His nostrils burned and any emotion was still a messy, unnamable blarehorn, though his eyes had nothing left to produce but the liquid ache that flowed like a lava lamp behind them. 

Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock

That was Leo's knock. Raph tensed. Leo's knock was usually accompanied by a greeting or a yell or the sound of something breaking. It was odd to just…hear the knocks, all hesitant and lonely. 

“You there, big guy?” There it was. Leo's voice was still gravelly from earlier, still a little quiet. Raph's heart clenched. He stacked his courage and spoke,

“Hi.” Wow. Nice one, Raphie. 

“Hey.” Leo was close to the door. Raph could imagine him, shell against the wall, his arms crossed and head tilted back so he could speak without having to face the quiet subway car, a new dent on its side. 

Maybe he had his forehead up against the cold metal of the sliding door, condensation decorating its surface, staring at the floor. Staring, staring, just a little. 

Or maybe he was just standing there like normal. Raph doubted it, somehow. 

“Listen, Raph, I..” His voice broke, a lightning strike down the middle. Lightning actually does hit the same place twice, Raph remembered Donnie explaining, more likely to, even. “I'm so sorry.” 

“‘s not your fault.” His voice was a twin wobble. Leo chuckled, 

“Heh, snot…” Raph felt his mouth twitch up. 

“...do you wanna come in?” He asked, trying to keep his voice from being all nervous and weird. Like Raph was anything but nervous and weird. Super weird. 

Leo didn't answer, but Raph heard the jerk of the handle and the door slid open. And…

Post-panic attack Leo always made Raph want to scoop his brother up in his arms and never let him go. With red eyes, shaky and distant, quiet breaths before a quick deep one, like he suddenly remembered how. Everything about him was… dialed down. Like he was too tired to keep his brightness up all the way. 

It's not that he wanted Leo to pretend he was okay, but reminders that he wasn't hurt too. And Raph couldn't scoop his brother up and never let him go. Besides the obvious impracticality, he would just make everything worse. 

But his palms turned up without him meaning too, and Leo stumbled forward and wrapped his arms around Raph's neck. Not too tight, just there. Secure. Raph's hand hovered over his brother's shell, not daring to brush the cracks, almost trembling at the thought of falling anywhere near Leo's throat. So small. Leo was larger than life, but Raph's little brother was so, so small. 

“This is lame,” Leo whined, “Hug me!” 

“You sure?” He asked. Whispered. Leo grumbled, tucking further into Raph's chest. 

“It was the Krang, not you.” Raph took a breath, a little shudder, 

“Then it was your brain juice, and not you.” Leo didn't answer for one beat, two, three,

“Then hug me, stupid.” 

“Aye, watch it!” But Leo didn't so much as flinch as Raph's arms wrapped around him, held him close. They breathed for a bit. It was the Krang, not you. Not you. Not Raph. 

Raph pressed his head down, tension whirlpooling down the drain. It was a little odd, wasn't it? Because, well,

 He hadn't seen this coming. 

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[howlingday]

Ok so since you've opened prepare for the Pandora's box.

- First a follow up on the two dead Jaune sisters comeback grimmverse style giving our boy a lot more trauma, angst, and moral dilemma. I asked a while ago

- Second so you know about @arc-misadventures magical girl Pyrrha post where Pyrrha has a Sailor Moon transformation, (if not I'll grab the post and send it) can you do one but with Bleach Ichigo for Jaune, Bankai style with the whole environment shifting and vortex of pure aura. And maybe the rest of JNPR with RWBY watching.

Thank you!

A twofer? That's a first. But I think I can do it.

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REUNION

First/Previously

Jaune was shaking. He'd just survived a horrifying experience straight from his nightmares, as if the Grimm had found a way to reach into the very depths of his soul and found exactly what he feared to make this happen. He sat in the Bullhead, only minutely concerned about taking off soon. The rest of his mind was occupied by near-death experience with his sisters.

His two oldest sisters, Kassandra and Polly were alive. Or, at least, that's what he thought when he saw them. However, their return from the grave was not without its horrors. Like some horrifying macabre portrait about the origin of humanity, his sisters looked like they emerged from the bodies of Grimm, their skin pale as death with eyes bloody red.

Kassandra towered over him on horse-like hooves, her eyes framed by blinders blocking her peripherals. Her arms hung low, like twisted, black vines sprouting thorns and spines until reaching the connected tip of a hooked blade, almost like it was a cross between a harpoon and a spear. She easily closed the gap between herself and him, taking him into her perforating arms to squeeze the life out of her baby brother. He almost puked from the smell of death from her.

Polly was shorter, standing taller than Jaune but not Kassie, while her face was framed by a thick shell similar to a boxing helmet. This went well with massive arms she sported, about as large as a Beringel, that ender in thickly armored fists that hit like a truck against his shield. Of the two, she seemed the most eager with her fanged mouth spread into a sinister smile. When she had him pinned against the tree, he heard her speak...

"Jauney... Cry..."

And yes, he did cry. He wept int front of his sister as she crushed his lungs against his ribcage against his chestplate. If it wasn't for the sudden rescue by his team, Professor Goodwitch, and Ruby's uncle, he was certain he was going to die right then and there.

"Jaune?" He flinched, looking up to see his partner standing over him. "Are you okay?"

"No." He then grabbed her and sobbed into her chest. It was awkward for them both, but Pyrrha rubbed his back, cooing reassurances. Jaune Arc had been through hell, and he survived. But knowing his sisters were still there only made him feel worse.

(Also, I was recommended to look to this post for inspiration, so credit to @ratchetmath for his work)

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Jaune panted hard as the Grimm Hound continued to wear him down. Apparently, Salem had learned her lesson about her previous attempt with the Grimm and decided to improve on what was already a deadly killing machine. It was stronger, faster, and definitely smarter than the one before, being able to speak full sentences instead of barks of only one word at a time. To make matters worse, Jaune's aura was starting to slow on its recovery.

"You will die." It growled. It wasn't the first time it said it, but with what Jaune had planned, he hoped it would be the last.

Taking a deep breath, he sheathed his sword. He could feel his aura build inside him, then changing its color from yellow to white. As the Grimm barreled down on him, he held up his shield, hand firmly gripped on the hilt of his sword.

"Ban... KAI!"

With a draw of his blade, blinding light shot high into the sky. The Hound roared in pain as it covered its eyes. As it regained its vision, it saw Jaune had completely changed. Seated atop a pristine white mount shaped like a cross between a horse and a rabbit glared with indignation at the black beast snarling at them. Its golden antlers glittered in the dark environment. Jaune had also changed into pearl white armor with golden frames, and in his hands he held a massive shield shaped like a teardrop and a longsword of pure light.

Chevalier Blanc du Ciel

As the Hound leapt towards Jaune, the mounted paladin raised his sword, which had shifted into a spear. In half a blink, the spear had torn through the Grimm, and a new spear had taken its place in Jaune's hands. It roared as it continued its pursuit, ready to tear through the knight and his mount. The spear changed into a sword and Jaune cued the jackalope forward. The two passed, the Grimm finding itself perfectly split in two by a gaping slice in its shoulder while the cavalier remained unharmed.

"Thank... You..." Jaune nodded as the Grimm disappeared and its human host was finally put to rest.

(This post was also recommended as inspiration, so please also credit @arc-misadventures)

(Also inspired by my previous bankai posts here and here)

#rwby #jaune arc #bleach #pyrrha nikos #arc sisters #arc sister #rwby au #my answer #my answers

[hawkins-losers]

Lonely, aching hearts (part 2) | Eddie Munson x Hargrove!Reader

Summary: The aftermath of losing a twin brother, a temporary nightmare fix and a neighbor with a heart of gold

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mention of child abuse, mention of death and blood, PTSD, drug use, panic attack

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write/post. I was caught up in my requests and the doc got lost... Hopefully the next update won’t take as long 

part 1

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After a while, the marijuana stopped working. Your nightmares were back.

You could see Billy, the Mind Flayer’s tentacles grasping at his sides while its tongue pierced through his chest as blood sputtered from his mouth, thick and dark.

‘’Billy!’’

Everyone who was present that day will remember your scream for the rest of their life. It’s impossible to forget the pain and the fear and the distress in that gut-wrenching single scream.

Max had joined you on the ground after the Mind Flayer dropped dead, crying beside you, mourning her step-brother too. Unlike you, Max had friends to comfort her, to hold her. You had no one.

You had thrown an hysterical fit when the paramedics arrived on the scene at Starcourt, refusing to let go of Billy with a steel grip. His blood had seeped through your shirt, soaking it, as you begged him to wake up and not leave you. You can’t leave me, Billy. Wake up. He was already gone, though. You had watched him take his last breath as he choked on his own blood, an image that will haunt you until the day you die.

Your eyes snapped open, your body covered in a cold sweat and shaking while your heart pounded in your chest. You frantically looked around you, searching for Billy's body, only to realize you were not a Starcourt, but in your bedroom.

You brought a hand over your heart, feeling it beat fast under your hand. Your breathing was rapid and you could feel your chest tightening as you remembered the minutes that had followed.

The paramedics had to forcefully pry you away from his dead body so the coroner could confirm the death - although it was a little pointless. The hole in Billy’s chest, all the blood around him and his lifeless blue eyes were enough of an indication that Billy was no longer alive. It’s impossible to survive getting impaled on a Mind Flayer tentacle.

After everyone was dismissed, you went home and spent too long scrubbing your hands raw in the bathroom to get your brother's blood off all over your hands. It wasn't only on your hands though. It was on your shirt - blood-stained beyond repair -, and your shorts, according to your reflection in the mirror.

Your stomach churned and you emptied it in the toilet.

Since that day, you couldn’t see blood without seeing your red-stained hands or without going into a panic state. Some called it hemophobia, but it’s more of a trauma response. Blood was not what you feared, but the memories it brought.

No one will understand how anxiogenic it is to find the blood of someone you love underneath your fingernails for weeks on end. You think you got it all off with all the scrubbing you did, but there's always a spot left behind that will make your stomach churn.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to bat away the memories.

*

Unable to rid yourself of these images, you got out of your bed, put on your shoes and quietly walked over to Eddie’s trailer.

More weed will make it go away, right?

You didn't bother checking the clock, but maybe you should’ve because when Eddie answered the door, he was rubbing his eyes, a sign that he had been asleep.

‘’Sorry to bother you this late, but…have you got any weed left?’’

Eddie ran a hand over his face, rubbing the sleep off. ‘’Erm, yeah? I do. It’s a bit late though, can it wait till tomorrow?’’ he asked, wishing nothing more than go back to sleep.

Although it was difficult to see properly through the dark - the trailer park was not equipped with great streetlamps -, Eddie noticed the distress in your eyes and the tear stains on your face, raising his concern.

‘’Eh, do you have something stronger? Something that will make me sleep a dreamless sleep? I just want to sleep without-’’ You squeezed your eyes shut again, another gore-y image of Billy sputtering blood flashing in your head.

‘’Are you alright?’’

You didn’t have time to answer Eddie’s question. Your chest began tightening and your breath stuck in your throat. You immediately started choking, the same way Billy had right before his death. Your eyes filled with tears. You felt like you were about to die at any minute now.

‘’Billy,’’ you choked out, bringing your hands to your chest, eyes snapping open in vivid panic.

From Eddie’s point of view, it was terrifying. He had no idea what was happening nor what to do.

‘’Y/N?’’ he called, his voice quivering.

You opened your mouth to speak, but your throat was closed and no sound was coming out.

Eddie got down the steps, not caring that he had no shoes on and the gravel would stab his feet, to stand before you.

‘’Y/N?’’ he repeated, a little more firmly. ‘’I…I don’t know where the hell you went, but come back. Please, come back because I don’t know what to do and you’re scaring me and- Is this a panic attack? Oh shit. Fuck. It is.’’

Trying not to let his own panic take over, Eddie raked through his brain, trying to focus and find a way to snap you out of your state of panic.

He pulled your hands away from your chest and put them on his to try regulate your breathing by mimicking his since this seemed to be the problem. Eddie was almost bent in half to look into your eyes, but he needed your attention. Once your eyes found his, he spoke calmly. ‘’You may feel like you can’t breathe, but it’s an illusion. I’m gonna need you to breathe with me, okay? Follow my breathing pattern.’’

You nodded, anchoring yourself to the deep brown of Eddie’s eyes.

He took a deep breath in, causing you to feel his chest rising under your palms. Slowly, you let air fill your nose and lungs, then exhaled. It was irregular and jerky for the first three breaths, but you made it and no longer felt like you were dying.

Once your breathing was regulated, Eddie wrapped a steady arm around you and you followed him inside his trailer. After two months of seeing Eddie every night, you only now realized that you had never been here once. It wasn't much different in terms of division than the trailer you lived in. The furniture were old and you could notice a tinge of beer in the air. It was a little messy too. On the back wall, there was an impressive collection of mugs and hats displayed, which was strange yet interesting. 

Eddie helped you sit down on the couch, then went to get you a glass of water. 

The cushion material was rough against your delicate skin and a bit itchy. You shifted, trying to re-adjust your body so your bare skin wouldn’t touch it as much, but that only made you realize how under-dressed you were in your small sleep shorts and old Motley Crue tee shirt - a hand-me-down from Billy. It didn’t smell like him anymore, but you loved wearing it to sleep.

You took the plush blanket beside you - which was still warm from Eddie sleeping before you banged on his door - and covered your legs with it. There was a tiger on it and it was soft. 

Just as you finished adjusting the blanket, Eddie returned with your water. You thanked him and took a sip. It was cold and felt calming.

He sat on the table before the couch, clearing aside old cans of beer and an empty box of pizza. ‘’You gave me quite the fight outside, sweetheart.’’ 

‘’Sorry.’’

Eddie clicked his tongue, shaking his head. ‘’Don’t apologize.’’

You wanted to say 'sorry' again, but you bit your tongue and drank your water instead.

A silence filled the trailer as you calmed down from your panic attack. You felt tired - exhausted -, but the fear of having another nightmare haunted your mind. You didn’t want to fall asleep and see the blood on your hands again. You might be sick if you did. 

When you were finished with your water, Eddie took the glass from you and set it down on the table he was on. You appreciated his kindness. He didn’t need to take care of you - you weren’t even friends -, but he did and you appreciated it.

‘’Eh, Y/N?’’ He broke the silence, his eyes flicking to you, soft and hesitant. ‘’I don’t want to pry into your life or dig too deep, so don’t feel forced to tell me anything, but do you mind telling me what triggered that?’’

‘’A nightmare.’’

‘’A nightmare.’’ 

Eddie didn't push, but you knew he wanted more details. 

You pulled your knees to your chest, casting your eyes down on the blanket. ‘’My brother perished in the Starcourt fire. I was there when it happened, I saw him die. Every time I go to sleep, I'm re-living that night over and over again. It's traumatic and horrible.’’

‘’Christ.’’ He ran a hand over his face, processing the heavy information. ‘’Is that why you’re taking drugs? To suppress the nightmares?’’

You nodded once.

‘’I can't imagine how traumatic it must be to re-live someone's death over and over, but I don't think weed or any drugs is the solution. It's not gonna help in the long run, sweetheart. It can create addiction and you don't want that.''

Eddie was right. You knew he was right, but to your eyes a short therm fix was better than having nightmares.

''Have you tried talking to a therapist? Perhaps you could get meds prescribed to help?''

You shook your head. Therapists were expensive and so were medications. Now that your dad had peaced out, you were tight on money. Susan was working two jobs to pay the bills and put food on the table, and you were working at the music store to help. Seeing a therapist was a luxury you couldn't afford.

‘’Well, I know I’m not a therapist, but you can talk to me about your nightmares - if you want. I heard it can help to talk to someone about them. Don’t feel pressured though. I’m just putting it out there, in case you need or want to talk to someone.’’

It was very sweet of Eddie to offer a listening ear. Alas, there was things you couldn't tell him about. Like the Mind Flayer and all the otehr supernatural elements.

Eddie traveled from the table to the couch, keeping a small distance between you and him despite being a two-seater couch. You grabbed the plush blanket and shared some with him so he won’t take you for a blanket hog.

‘’Do you want to tell me about him? Your brother.’’

You pulled your eyebrows together. ‘’You already know Billy. You had some classes together last year.’’

‘’Yeah, but I want you to tell me about him. I want to hear about him through your eyes.’’

You nodded, then took a moment to search the right words to describe your brother.

‘’Billy...he wasn't the nicest person. He was an ass most of the time and he had anger issues, but he was my twin brother. A part of me is and will always be attached to him. Now that he’s gone, I feel like a part of me left with him.’’ Your voice cracked and your eyes blurred with tears, getting emotional. ‘’Sorry.‘’ You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand before they could spill. ‘’It’s so rare I talk about Billy like that. Every time I mention him, someone demonizes him and brings up all the bad things he's done.‘’

Eddie reached out to squeeze your hand, a sweet and unexpected gesture. ‘’You're allowed to miss him, to love him. You and him had a bond that no one can understand. People are insensitive and disrespectful.’’

A small smile twitched on your lips at the kind words. You really needed to hear that.

‘’Can you tell me a good memory of him?’’

Your smile broadened as you went through your memories.

‘’We would drive around in his Camaro. We'd listen to music or just drive in silence for hours. It was Billy's way of spending time with me. He even taught me how to drive.’’

Eddie raised an eyebrow. ‘’Then why do I always see you on this bike?’’

‘’I told you he taught me how to drive, not that I passed my license. I'm a shit driver,’’ you laughed.

After swimming in the dept of sad emotions for the past months, it felt good to laugh. To think about Billy and smile instead of crying.

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[nani-nonny]

Idk what’s with me these past weeks but I’ve had the urge to rewrite Dead Man’s Deal and Leonardo Come Down with some scenes/dialogue that have been echoing in my mind

Like if I were to rewrite DMD I’d love to expand on F!Leo’s relationship with Big Mama:

“Why?! Why did you do it? They had nothing to do with this! I trusted you!” Leo yelled as he fought against the hotel employees that hold his arms back.

Big Mama’s amused grin creeps on her spider face, fangs protruding behind her claws that try to hide her glee. Her eyes form crescent shapes from the pull of her lips, and she leans forward to tip his chin up at her as she asks in a condescending tone, “What made you think to trust me, turtley-boo?”

I lowkey wish I had expanded on their relationship a little more, show a bit more in the beginning that she isn’t the Big Mama that F!Leo remembers and make his departure from his time in the Battle Nexus seem more impactful to her business

And for LCD I would’ve loved to expand more on F!Leo’s impact on the Hidden City. Like show that yokai have run away from the city to Hueso’s in a panic because of their fear of the Mass Murderer of the Hidden City. And I would’ve loved to show his impact on the surface in New York City like the news covering the mysterious disappearances of its citizens that can’t be linked to really anything because it seems that the victims are randomly chosen (but obviously they mean something to F!Leo).

Maybe something like the turtles noticing how much more empty the streets are or instead of the turtles actively seeking out the “criminal” on Hueso’s account but the turtles walking home after hanging out with April and Little Leo suddenly getting attacked by F!Leo

“Leo, Leo! Over here!” Mikey calls out to the red-eared slider with flailing arms as he jumps onto the next rooftop.

Leo’s grin widens and he cocks his arm back, ready to throw the ball into Mikey’s awaiting arms when suddenly everything is a blur. His head swings forward as his body is thrown backwards. His head bounces off the ground as the wind is forced out his lungs.

A thick pressure releases itself from his neck and the world spins as he tries to make sense of what happened.

“Leo!” The slider hears his brothers cry out for him.

The slider looks up to see a figure looming over his, the gleam of a blade momentarily blinding him as it raises above his forehead.

He’s going to die. He’s going to die. He’s going to die. He’s going to die.

Leo sucks in his breath, hand shaking over the hilt of his katana. MOVE, he desperately urges his body in silence.

Leo swallows as everything moves in slow motion, the flicker of purple and red waving in the wind at the other end of the stranger’s blade.

His hand gripping tightly to his sword moves on its own, and he narrowly diverts the blade from piercing his forehead into the ground mere inches from his skin. His breaths come out shaky and shallow, his hand shaking from the force behind the stranger’s attack.

“Wh-,” Leo swallows his nerves down and asks in a tone trying to hide his fear, “Who the hell are you?”

The stranger rises slowly, pulling his blade out of the ground in a sharp, swift movement. He points the end of his blade at Leo’s head and answers in a tone flooding with bloodlust, “I am you.”

Idk maybe I’m just feeling sentimental because the movie’s anniversary is coming up (right? Maybe I’m wrong about that too)

But if I have the time I’d love to revisit my fics haha

#dead man’s deal #leonardo come down #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt future leo #rottmnt fanfiction #future leo au #future leo returns to the past with casey au

[sashi-ya]

➡ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [𝐂𝐡.𝟑]

Third part of this story! It is mainly a flashback where you get to know how they get to where they are in the present! It's a deviation from the canon events in betweent the first and second invasion, but it's not exactly a spoiler.

tw: a lot of angst. passionate kissing.

masterlist

A03

wc: 5.2k (oops)

“I’m sorry captain…” you mumble, feeling the raindrops fall over your face… once again, it has started to rain…

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Chapter 3: What Brought Us Here?

The pain in your heart, and the drops of rainwater that fall into your cheeks reminds you of how everything started, why, you and him have gone too far to the point of finally letting your bodies intensely tangle into each other…

Some months ago…

Bandages, so many bandages. They get red on and on. It doesn’t matter how many times they change them; they are still soaking in blood.

“What- what happened to Kuchiki Taichou?” you ask, trembling. You can’t blink, you can’t even move. You simply stand there next to the bed where he lays.

“He had been left like this by a Sternritter” they inform you, as your vision becomes blurry, and you can’t process the fact Senbonzakura lies next to him with its tsuba broken. You can’t even sense his spiritual pressure, nothing… is like if he… were dead.

Your knees hit the ground; you don’t even realize you have fallen. Byakuya, the man you love -in secret- had been defeated and humiliated and now you are not even sure if he is breathing. It doesn’t matter how much you try to ask him to wake up, he simply can’t.

“Officer… Kuchiki Taichou… we don’t know if he is going to wake up any sooner…”

A cold sensation ran through your body, the fear invading your guts. You can simply hear, but you can’t process anything of what they are telling you. You can only mumble a simple question…

“Can I stay by his side? Can I take care of him?”

Night after night, your eyes travel his unaltered facial features. Still no raise of reiatsu, still no motion. Cold limbs, blueish nails. Lips so pale, the sessions of kido seem to act slowly, slower than ever.

“Captain… please” you whisper while cleaning his eyes with a little piece of wet gauze. “I won’t ask you to wake up right now, take your time… but please, do”. Some of your tears reach his arm, still covered in bandages, and of course, what would you expect? He had been hit with his own Bankai…

Rukia and Renji have survived, and they are feeling better now. Byakuya’s sister can’t even look at his brother without crying. Never have them seen him that way, he is strong and despite him being many times on the verge of death, he never… he has never looked that way.

And the days passed and passed. And you never moved from his side, until the day the cherry blossoms finally opened…

A soft caress over your cheek wakes you up, something feels different in the air, it’s kind of oppressive. You lie your head over the mattress where Byakuya rests, as you sleep sitting on a chair next to him.

You think it’s simply a dream, there is no way Byakuya is awake, much less that his fingertips are subtly grazing your cheek. You smile with swollen eyes from crying till sleep as every night and rejoice in what you think is your mind giving you some rest.

But it isn’t. Byakuya is really awake and barely moving.

“I- Water?” he asks, with dry lips. Your eyes open wide, the sun filters through the windows and the shadows of the sakura flowers reflect on his face.

“Kuchiki Taichou? YOU ARE AWAKE??!!!” you chime, scaring him a little. Maybe that reaction was too intense for someone that’s just waking up from a coma. He asked for water, and you could give him your happiness tears to drink, because of how abundant they are.

You pour some water in a cup next to the bed and slowly get next to him. “I know you are really thirsty now, captain. But please, drink slowly and sip by sip” you command, watching the painful expression on his frown as you lifts his head a little up.

His lips reach for the cup and for him the alone feeling of the water touching them is bliss. Sip by sip he drinks, even if sometimes he coughs showing you how much discomfort brings him to do so.

“Ok, ok. I think it’s enough for now” you tell him, helping him get back to his total bedridden position. His beautiful blue eyes, that reminds you of a night sky, scan the person helping him. Maybe he doesn’t even recognize you, still.

But he does.

“(N-ame)?” he mumbles, closing his eyes and grimacing; probably even talking makes his body hurt. You bite your lips; he has never ever called you by your name without your degree in the sixth squad first. You try to stop your crying, but it’s impossible to do so.

Crunching at his side, you make sure he knows you are there. “Yes, captain?” you whisper, moving his bangs softly to the side. His hand tries to reach yours, and you help him. It’s still feels cold, but you can feel his reiatsu on your hand.

“How are you all? Are you ok? How is Rukia? Renji? Kurosaki?” he asks, genuinely worried and vulnerable than ever. “They are all ok, captain. All of them are healthy. We have managed to fulfill your duties, sir” you inform him, because you are sure he needs that information right away.

He scoffs, a satisfied but subtle smile garnishes his lips. “I’m proud of them, I have failed to protect you all… that human, he is always helping us… I thought I’d d-“ he says, but you cannot stand that word being related to him. “Don’t you ever say that again, don’t-“ you cut him short, sure what you are doing is considered a total disrespect.

Yet, Byakuya doesn’t scolds you. He has always been more forgiving with you than with the rest of your comrades. He sighs, surely happy of listening you being the same as always.  “You haven’t changed a thing, officer. I’ve felt your reiatsu while I was asleep… how many days have you been here?” he asks,  while he tries to recognize if he has all of his limbs and body parts in place.  

You swallow, you can’t lie to him, of course not. “Sir… I’ve been here since they- brought you here” you confess, cheeks burning and unable to look into his eyes.

“I see… thank you, I couldn’t trust in anybody else than you to take care of me. You always do…”

Happiness invaded your soul, him acknowledging your devotion was the best reward you could ever get. But, he was still hanging on a very thin thread, and that’s what Isane told you right after he woke up…

“(Name), we need to talk” Isane tells you, grazing your arm but unable to look at you straight in the eyes. They know how much you love your captain; they saw. Nobody could spend so many days taking care of someone if not.

Once again, and sure knowing what she is about to tell you, your lips tremble but you listen.

Byakuya will be taken to the purifying waters of Kirinden to heal his reiatsu as the last resource. He is not only in a poor physical state, but also his spiritual pressure is almost inexistant. Of course, he needs to, but, for sure is gonna be a long and hard process.

It was now a matter of praying for those waters to help him, and because there were at the installations of the Zero division you were banned from entering there… you were healthy, and frankly, nothing related to Byakuya whatsoever. Yet, nobles have more power than you thought…

The look of the elders, something you wouldn’t like to ever experience again, falls over you. Byakuya is being taken to the Zero squad, and they didn’t even say hello to you. “Nobles, my ass” you think; how comes they lack so much respect?

“Excuse me, who are you?” one of them asks you, as you walk next to Byakuya’s bed. “Third spot of the Sixth Squad, sir. Officer (Name)” you firmly respond, as your degree fills you with pride, but you are prouder of the fact that Byakuya has specially requested for your presence during the whole time he is being treated at the facilities of Zero squad.

The noble, who you don’t really recognize but wears a similar kenseikan all Kuchiki are meant to wear, gives you Byakuya’s typical look. You bite the inner side of your mouth, it’s so annoying but it must be a family thing…

“She is my officer; I have ordered her to come with me” Byakuya mumbles in between the multiple treatments Yamada Hanataro performs before he is transferred. “Fine…” the noble says, huffing and walking away. You can only think about how much they might despise you for being there, but nothing matters the most than your captain being healthy.

Byakuya is  meant to literally soak in those waters until he gets better. Everybody is there. The last one to arrive was Kurosaki Ichigo, he is fortunately not that hurt but he needs some patching up too. You, who didn’t experience many injuries are really healthy by now, but the danger hasn’t passed, the Soul Society is not safe at all.

You spend the days sitting next to the pond, Zero squad officers are quite fun and warm to be around, and even delicious foods are served to all of you. Your special work is to help Byakuya with everything whenever he is out of the water, even help him eat. It is by far the most humiliating moment for him, but, he depends on the rest of the people who loves him and there is nothing he could actually do to avoid it.

Sometimes Rukia helps you with him, but, as your captain is the definition of being reserved he doesn’t allow his sister to watch him naked at all… oh, but you? It’s another story. Is not that his cheeks don’t get blushed every time you do, but, you give him a much-needed sense of security nobody is able to. And it continues to be that way for as long as it took him to get better…

“Now, the other arm…” you whisper to him, sliding the white silky kimono sleeve up his arm. He is a lot better already, no visible wounds are showing like before and he doesn’t feel that weak… however, for some reason, Byakuya hasn’t freed you from your duties with him. Both of you know you are no longer necessary, but none of you have the courage to accept it.

“Thank you…” he utters with his classic monotone voice and looks straight into your eyes. He is able to recognize the tiredness and exhaustion that your face holds. It hasn’t been easy, every night you slept next to him, waking up with every little sound he would make. Not to mention the many times you had to help him to walk to the bathroom, or even give him his meds ridiculously early in the morning. Byakuya knows he is forever in debt with you, no matter what happens from now on… but he also is unable to stop being selfish, there is something in you that he needs desperately; your soft hands while you brush his long hair after being in the pond, the way you check for fevers every night, or even knowing you will be right next to his bed if any nightmare hunts his dreams… he can’t and he won’t ask you for you to go, at least for now, he will enjoy the privilege of having you taking care of him.

“(Name)?” he asks, still with his gaze fixed in yours. “Y-yes, captain?” you mumble, with the sash that is meant to tight his kimono hanging in your hands. “We…” he stutters, his cheeks are becoming blushed once again. You wait for him to keep going, you know exactly what he wants to say but you need to hear him. You really do.

Byakuya, who for the first time has gone out of words, places his cold hand on yours. You detect a subtle trembling, a soft shaking. And, perhaps, waiting for something else to be said begins to sound stupid to both of you as your lips shorten the distance between them. Slowly, as if the moment lasted eternally. Your eyes close, his beautiful blue ones too. You can feel his reiatsu raising as he can feel yours. It’s a matter of seconds for you to seal this journey with a passionate kiss.

“TAICHO!” Renji screams, entering the room desperately and without, of course, knocking. As fast as you both possibly can, you separate. With the tingling sensation in your lips of a denied kiss and the tip of your ears red, you give Renji the deadliest stare.

Your vice-captain, who seems, luckily, not to catch it, informs you two the Soul Society is once again under attack, and of course, nothing, absolutely nothing matters the most; after all it was Byakuya who had already told him to get ready, but, that’s not something he had told you at all. And you understand why, because if you could decide, you would have him in a crystal box forever.

“Where are you going, Byak- Captain?” you ask, well knowing you aren’t alone any longer. “It’s time to go back to the fight, (Name). Stay here and rest. You can join us whenever you had slept properly” he orders, because even if he is calmed and collected, he is indeed now your captain again and that was a straight order from him.

You bite your lip, planning Renji’s murder but nod. There is no point into objecting your captain’s orders, even if you were his own mother he wouldn’t listen. “Right, I will Taicho. Please, take care. I will join you two later” you tell them, looking at the ground giving Byakuya’s the sash to tie it around his waist. And as fast as possible, captain and vice-captain leave the zero squad facilities…

Everything that happened to win the control over the Soul Society was crazy to say the least, but it was all worth it. The Quincies have perished, but as well as many of them, many of you did. It was hard for you all to accept the loss of your friends, of those who had been around for more than two thousand years. The reparations started and the Gotei 13 slowly came back to normal. But there were two people who definitely couldn’t… Byakuya and you.

“Taicho, since Renji is out with Rukia he told me to ask you about –“ you tell him, as he is sitting on his freshly renewed office. You can’t continue, he cuts you short. “Please, use his bracelet. You are my vice-captain from now on until he comes back” he informs you, remarking the “my” in his statement. Byakuya maybe isn’t aware of it, but he is so easy for you to read now…

“Sure…” you mumble, walking towards him as he lends you the vice-captain bracelet with the sixth squad insignia. You graze the tip of his fingers, and despite having touched him so many times it still makes you nervous. You smile at him, fixing the armlet before walking out of his office.

“Is that what you wanted to ask?” he stops you before you leave. You turn around to see him fixing his gaze at the paperwork he was reading before you arrived. “Yes…” you tell him, straightforwardly to the point. You know how much he hates people talking too much around him.

Byakuya puts his pen down, and his blue irises scan you up and down before speaking. It makes you weak, and you are not sure if it’s because of his reiatsu or because of how fast your heart beats. “Will you come tonight?” he asks, with a serious tone but a needy gaze, so needy you could hear him screaming how much he wants you by his side.

“Of course, I will, Taicho…” you swallow, of course you will. Each and every single night you help him bathe, exactly like when he couldn’t move, except that now, he is completely healthy.

Byakuya stands up, the sound of his imponent self lifting from his chair scares you to the point of making you flinch. Is not that he ever hurt you, not even that you are weak, but he makes you feel like you are made out of jelly. “Can you please come closer?” he asks, it’s obvious that Byakuya needs to address something with you, maybe the interrupted kiss before going back to fight.

You slowly walk towards him. You feel your legs quivering and you are grateful for your hakama pants to be as loosely as they are. He sits on the side of his desk, and as soon as you get close enough for his arms to snatch you, he does.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken this much” he moaned, before placing his lips violently against yours. You get surprised by his sudden reaction, but slowly you let his tongue enter your mouth as well as yours do the same with his. A passionate moment that you are sure made your heart stop beating for as long as lasted, marked the first real kiss in between you two.

Byakuya’s breathing turns hastily as he hugged you against him harder, as if he wanted to melt his body with yours. You can’t stop him, and you don’t want to either. It’s finally happening, and what you thought it would be a mere dream it’s not.

His hands tangle with the loosely fit of your shihakusho, but a little struggle is nothing for him as he finally manages to uncover your shoulders. Discovering your soft skin is something that Byakuya had been wanting to do since he realized how attracted he felt towards you. He doesn’t know when it started happening, he only knows he needs you. His pale lips land just where the collar bone and the arm join and leaving a trail of sweet kisses he goes up and down your neck.

Breathy moans scape your lips, while your fingers play with some strands of his hair. His scent is soft but manly, and it’s for sure spell bounding to you. It’s not that you haven’t noticed the perfume of his skin while taking care of him, but this time it was different… right now everything was tinted by lust. Lust and something else.

But, there is no dream that last forever and eventually you have to wake up…

Everything over the desk begins falling as he had turn you around. You are now resting your back over it, and the papers and ink he was using begins to spill. That, and the picture frame he usually has facing the window. It shatters to pieces; the covering glass ends up everywhere. That’s your wake up call, that’s Byakuya’s wake up call…

He stops kissing you, his hands slowly let go of the way he had pinned your wrists up your head. You notice his terrified expression, his eyes becoming glossy. His pupils reflecting the drops of ink falling over the picture that now had been left unprotected.

A smiling woman gets completely covered by dark, dark matter. And you quickly realized who exactly that woman was. It was not his sister, Rukia. Not even his mom… it was Hisana. His only ever known love, the woman he will love for eternity until he becomes invisible dust when his time comes.

You feel extremely heartbroken, guilty; such stupid outburst of sinfulness has destroyed Byakuya’s treasure.

“I’m so sorry” you mumble, with trembling lips and still heated cheeks. “It is- it is not your fault… see? I can’t touch you, I can’t… this is… I’m not a man, I’m sorry” he mutters, looking straight to the photo over the ground. You have the impression he is not talking to you, but to her. But in any case, you were the only one listening there.

He slowly stands up, landing you a hand to help you do the same. “I’m really sorry, Byakuya…” you apologize again, as if it had all been your fault. You walk towards the messed place and crunch to pick the photo up, maybe you could save it. Your hands staining in pure black begins to clean the paper, as long as it doesn’t get dry you could do something.

However, he stops you. His hand grabs your arm and lifts you up. “Don’t…” he orders, and you can’t help but feel a stinging pain in your heart. Of course, how dare you touch such important possession, how dare you even try to compare to her. “You are going to stain your hands, it’s ok. Come on” he says, and you are not sure if it’s just an excuse for you to stop touching it, or, because he doesn’t want you to feel like a replacement at all. Whatever the case it is, you obey.

“Please, go get your hands clean. Don’t come tonight, I’m really sorry” he shamefully tells you, with pain in his eyes. It is clear that he doesn’t want to let you go, but you understand he, you, both needs time. “Sure, captain. Please, tell me if there is something I could do for you. I’ll be in Renji’s office”

Your captain nods, Byakuya Kuchiki is back at his icy state, at his heart of stone self.

You smile kindly and turn around, and just as you get out of his office, you run to the nearest bathroom. The water that flows in between your palms clean the ink little by little, and as the liquid turns crystal again you flinch in pain. You discover a red spot that barely bleeds, but surely hurts. While picking the photo up a little tiny piece of shattered glass carved a cut in your hand. It’s nothing serious, but it’s almost a poetical representation of this love...

“This part of him, is the part that will hurt the most…”

And just like that tiny piece of glass buried in your skin, the feeling of his kisses did too. For the very first time in months, you are sleeping in your own bed, at the barracks as you should. Is not that Byakuya and you had slept exactly together, but almost. You had a futon next to his in his own manor, just like when he needed care. Every night after the almost sick routine of cleaning his body you both go to sleep. He hardly says something besides “Goodnight” but you are sure Byakuya isn’t able to sleep any longer if you aren’t right by his side. And you aren’t wrong.

His blue eyes, tinted by the warm dancing flame of a dying candle, fix in the ceiling of his room. He feels so lonely, and that loneliness he used to enjoy is nothing if it is not shared with you.

“I’m so sorry… I am really sorry… I wish I could be a man to you” he whispers, turning around to where you should be sleeping. He only sees the empty futon, no wrinkles, perfectly untouched. His fingertips graze your pillows, because even if he had scold you many times about sleeping with two, it was you, just you. It’s not enough, and nobody has seen him cry, and the wet spots on his pillow are the only proof of it…

But, you know, sometimes there are forces unable of being stopped, winds that blow so strongly that not even the stronger bud can resist… and just as the cherry blossoms begin to fall like rain over the ground, Byakuya did too…

“It’s been a lot since you have had breakfast with us, (Name)” your squad friends tell you as you are sitting in silence -with nothing but dark eye bags- eating your breakfast. You had forgotten how lively the barracks were, and for a brief moment you commit the selfish act of preferring the Kuchiki manor over breakfast at the community dinner.

You smile at them as you stuff your mouth with some kind of pancake, trying to avoid any direct gaze with any of them. But, people are naturally curious, and you knew they would ask sooner or later.

“What have you been doing at the Kuchiki manor, (Name)? I see that you are carrying the vice-captain bracelet, don’t tell me you are having an affair with our captain, and he has changed Renji for you”  

You turn around directly to the nosy person who dared to spit such accusation. Renji is like part of your family, and even if you were Byakuya’s lover you wouldn’t allow him to do such disgusting move. “I am the third spot, Lieutenant Abarai is out for a mission at the world of the living! that’s why I’m wearing his bracelet! He asked for it!” you spit back to that snaked tongue bitch.

“Oh, so you are denying taking Renji’s spot but not the affair with Kuchiki Taicho, then?” Some giggle, others widen their eyes. The fourteen spot of your company is going too far with the accusations, and her nor everyone under you should disrespect you.

You are out of words, how comes these people have turned this way against you? They were always so sweet, you come right after Renji in the power scale, and they have never ever treated you this way. You stutter, trying to deny something that is painfully untrue, but someone does it for you first…

An oppressive sensation falls over all of you, yet it’s not new, and it doesn’t hurt you the way it does for the 14th spot. “Kuchiki Taicho” some cough, they have never experienced their own captain’s free reiatsu, but he was definitely mad.

You turn around to see him standing right behind you, his left-hand rests over the hilt of Senbonzakura and his unaltered expression fixed on his rude subordinate. She knows exactly how fucked up she is right now, messing with Byakuya’s pride is the worst thing someone could ever do.

A subtle smirk draws in Byakuya’s lips. He is not punishing her, but he is sure no more words are gonna be needed for her -nor everyone there- to ever say something like that again.

“Lieutenant (Surname), come with me. We have work to do” he orders, placing his hand over your shoulder. Shoulder he kissed less than twenty-four hours ago, that still have the little indentations of his teeth on it. “Yes, Taicho” you answer, standing up in front of judging gazes. Shunpo isn’t fast enough to explain how quickly you left the barracks and followed Byakuya.

Nothing else is said between you and him about that morning incident, nor what happened yesterday, and he straight assigns you what Renji’s duties should have been. It’s mainly paperwork, staying in silence, sitting next to him over the same desk both almost made love the prior day. A desk that looks completely clean and just as always, except that now a picture frame is missing. How fast nobles get their stuff fixed, everything but those things money can’t buy. No wealth is enough sometimes…

“I’m finished, captain” you suddenly tell him after a few hours of writing endless reports. “Good, you like sushi?” he asks, as dry as always. You give him a low “uhum”, maybe you didn’t but you don’t really care, your stomach is as closed as the doors of his heart.

Suddenly, a maid enters the office. She never looks any of you in the eyes, and instead as she nods, she informs lunch is served. You didn’t know Renji ate with him at the main dining room of the manor, and in fact you have your doubts about it.

You follow him, the most luxurious plates are served and the view from the room shows the beautiful cherry blossoms fields outside. Everything smells flowery, subtly mixed with incense. Byakuya fleets the maid away and stops you from pulling your own chair. “Please” he says, doing it for you. Why is he acting this way?  

“Thank you, Taicho…” you mumble, perhaps it’s just his refined manners… that’s it.

He sits right in front of you, and in silence both take the first bite of delicious salmon nigiri. You try desperately to fix your gaze anywhere else but his lips, but even looking at the pink rain of petals outside reminds you of his kisses.

“It’s finally Cherry Blossom weather, huh?” he mumbles, putting down the little cup. “Y-yes… it is beautiful, it’s my favourite season…” you confess.  

“I thought so, I’ve seen you enjoy the flowers. You can come as many times as you wish to see them, it’s fine with me” he answers back, unaware of the effects of those words right in your heart. It makes your eyes get shiny, no matter how hard you try to stop it. And it is something that he notices, and as soon as he does, Byakuya walks towards you.

His soft fingers land on your chin, and his thumb barely grazes your lips. Demanding but delicately, he makes you look at him. A caress over your lips is all you need to succumb to him, and you begin to forget how painful this is.

“I’m sorry for what happened, please, keep coming every night. I know I’m being selfish, but I need it…” he whispers, coming closer to your mouth. “Please, until I’m ready…”

“Yes, Taicho… I’ll be there…”

And exactly like that, you were by his side, night after night, until your bodies couldn’t deal with the temptation any longer…

Back to the present…

“(Name), move!” Byakuya screams and uses his flash step to cover your back. His eyes weren’t looking at you, but at the hollow behind you. In a quick slash he cuts the bastard to pieces, saving your life. “AH… TAICHO” you scream, relieved. He sighs soundly, Byakuya is also relieved you are ok, but that doesn’t mean you are not getting scolded… “while in battle forget about everything but fighting. Be aware of your surroundings and don’t die on me. Ok?”

You nod with eyes wide open, unsheathing your Zanpakuto you get back-to-back to fight like captain and vice-captain. A fight that ends up several minutes after with every menace put down control.

Squad fourth works hard to cure the hurt Shinigami, but Byakuya is not out of danger…

“Kuchiki Taicho, you are under arrest!” a well-known voice resonates behind you all. The second squad captain, Sui-Feng has surrounded you all with his special forces and she is ready to take your lover to jail.

“Excuse me?” Byakuya asks, well knowing he hasn’t done anything wrong. But, it’s not the first time this happens to him, nor any of you.

“You were assigned to guard the surroundings but if it wasn’t because of Hitsugaya Taicho this could have been ended in a tragedy! I’ve been informed of suspicious reiatsu fluctuations regarding you and your current lieutenant tonight, if you have something to do with this certain outburst in hollows appearances this could be considered treason” she screams, as Byakuya and you become handcuffed…

He is not opposing; he is simply letting them do their work. He knows that, as soon as the new so Taicho, Kyoraku Shunsui, gets notified about this you two would be released. Byakuya looks at you to calm you down, as the special guards take you to the first squad facilities jail…

[to be continued] ➡ chapter 4

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[notthestarwar]

Bringing this back from what I wrote on a reblog on one of my webs cause its so relevant:

[on Jango] sometimes i see takes that are like ‘he didn’t know’ he knew!!! he knew! he knew he was being used and he knew just how bad what he was doing was and he knew that he was betraying himself and he went to massive amounts of effort to rationalise that to himself (and maybe at times it even worked) but he did it anyway. and once he did 1 bad thing he kept doing worse things because he was beyond the point of return. to accept that he was wrong and acting on that would have meant confronting all of the other things he was lying to himself about and he was never gonna do that! because it would have been painful to do so. so instead he carries on down a path that ultimately could only ever end in his death, because he doesnt see any alternative.

so he keeps on being the bad guy cause he’s kind of like. thinking of himself as already dead. he survived everyone and he’s had a foot in the grave since. he isn’t a person anymore, he’s a tool of vengence. and he can not allow himself to consider that the people he lost wouldnt want that for him because to accept that is to accept that there is nothing he CAN do for them, they are dead and gone.

i think in his head he has this dichtomy where he’s like ‘i’m not the bad guy. anyone would do what i have done in my situation, i’m what the galaxy made me’ and he rationalises it all ‘the clones arent human’ ‘being soft will hurt Boba, i should make him afraid of people for his own good’ ‘the jedi have it coming’ While at the same time, there is a part of him deep down that’s like. ‘i have to be the bad guy cause i wasn’t once and look where that got me’ and that being there, is why he never ever would have tried to be better. he was smart enough to see through his rationalisations, but he was scared enough to make himself believe and in the end that’s what mattered

like the worst happened to him, multiple times, and he came out of it and was like ‘i will be feared’. the names he goes by in those years: ‘best bounty hunter in the galaxy’ ‘jedi killer’  and like. the clones, that’s personal. that’s his face. letting yourself be copied a few million times over is a great way to make yourself immortal right? except it didnt work. because the clones wear his body but they clearly arent him, so that becomes another thing he’s got to lie to himself about. like if they arent an extension of me, then they are nothing. they arent even people. He made himself in to something that the galaxy could never forget. which i think is really sad considering like. only 20 years later, people don’t really remember the clones or him, the clones are forgotten (which is obviously at heart an insult to the clones but it’s also like. the man you came from sacrificed himself and every single one of your brothers, and he didnt even win. it was for nothing.)

i think that jango tried really hard to make himself in to someone that everyone was afraid of, so that nobody would ever make him the victim again. and it was all for nothing, cause from the moment he gets back in to the galaxy from that ship? jango’s greatest enemy is himself. he doesnt need anyone else to victimise him. he has that covered. like i’m a firm believer that jango was never surviving, if not mace it would have been someone else soon after. he wasnt prepared to survive. he thought that he was already dead, that he’d survived his end. he thought that boba was better off without him. he didnt think he deserved to live and so he lived dangerously. i think that after he got out of slavery, he made a conscious effort to make himself in to a person that nobody would ever consider might be afraid, and i think a person doesn’t do that unless they are truly terrified

#about: jango

[oswaldsleftbicep]

Hello and a wonderful day,

I don't know why I am so cruel today but could you do a scenario where Mc breaks up with the brothers but just as a prank. I am just- curious and a rather good mood today🤷🏻‍♀️

the brothers + a gn!so who brings up ending their relationship

this is so mean,,,, i kinda love it >:) fr tho please don't do this to your real partners, it's cruel. i did end up changing this just a little bit cuz i personally think breaking up with someone as a joke is too much, so this is more like the reader brings up the idea of ending their relationship with the boys. so it's not really a prank, more like a very serious conversation that wasn't made to be taken all that serious? idk you'll see

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

cw: break up talks, arguments and confrontations, written portions, spoilers for levy's route, very long

Lucia

❧ you've been in nightmare for well over a year at this point and you're very happy with your decision to stay

❧ lucia got a little insecure the first few months after the red moon, worrying about if you were really ok with living in a completely foreign world, ok with him, but after reassurance from you he was able to see how happy you are

❧ and life was great with the two of you, you got along great and supported each other through everything

❧ however, there was one dinner party you and lucia attended that was hosted by a very close family friend, and she knew about your situation and what you gave up to stay with lucia

❧ she had asked you the rude question, "do you ever wonder what your life could have been if you just returned home? or have you ever wondered if lucia truly was the one and if you made a grave mistake? surely a month was too soon to decide these important things..."

❧ this made the two of you freeze up a bit; this was hardly a topic you discussed anymore, except maybe after a really bad dream or if you were incredibly homesick

❧ you were quick to laugh it off, although it was an uncomfortable laugh, explaining to the woman how you were quite sure about your decision and have no regrets whatsoever, reaffirming how lucia was the one and only person for you, in this world or your previous one

❧ something about your tone made her change subjects quickly, but that whole interaction was stuck on repeat in lucia's head for the next few days

❧ it was stuck in your head, too, but for different reasons

❧ lucia was starting to get that insecure and doubtful feeling he had when this all started; you on the other hand were just caught up in the what ifs

❧ so one night a few days after the dinner, you and lucia are getting ready for bed when you start the dreaded conversation

"hey, babe, can i talk to you about something?" you ask him

he hesitates for a half second before responding, "of course, anything."

you fiddle with the end of your night shirt for a bit, thinking about how to bring this up delicately. "well, i've been thinking about what that friend of yours was saying at the dinner a few days ago," you swallow before continuing, "what if i really did make a mistake?"

lucia feels his heart drop at that statement; you've finally voiced what he's been fearing deep down for all these months. his mind is racing, yet he can't seem to think of something, anything to say in response. he cautiously takes a seat on the bed next to where you're leaning up against a pile of pillows, "well, uhm... do you feel like you made a mistake?"

he holds his breath waiting for your response. your fingers have moved to picking at a loose thread on the duvet cover as you think deeply about what you feel.

"i don't think so? i mean, i do wonder what my life could have been if i went back, and," you take a quick breath and finish your sentence quietly, "sometimes i wonder if you were the right choice for me."

the room itself feels like it's holding its breath. everything is dead quiet while lucia processes what he's just heard come from the mouth of the love of his life.

"do you," he begins, but hesitates to continue, "do you think you made a mistake being with me?"

you whip your head toward him, looking at him shocked at what he's just asked. you try to tell him you don't think that in the slightest, but he just cuts you off.

"would you have rather chosen someone else? or have you just gotten tired of me by now?" his accusations hurt you, but nothing hurts more than seeing his state right now. you've never seen him look so insecure, tears beginning to pour down his face, he's hunched over, hands running through his hair leaving it a wild mess, his breathing is picking up and you're worried he's going to have a complete breakdown if you don't stop this soon.

"lucia, wait, that's not what i-" you begin, but he's quick to cut you off again.

"don't tell me it's one of the angels. you know what they're like, how could you fall for one of them?"

"lucia, listen!" you yell over him, finally getting him to stop talking as he looks at you with wide eyes. "enough of this, please! it's not like that, not in the slightest. why would you think these things?"

"you said you weren't sure about me, about us! how else was i supposed to take that?" he responds, raising his voice slightly. he's quiet for a few seconds as he catches his breath, then he asks in a quiet voice, "do you want to break up with me?"

you look at him shocked for a moment; you've never seen him like this. sure you've been there at some of his lowest points, but right now he appears more like a little kid than a future king. he's looking at you with wide, cautious eyes, head down slightly and shoulders up as if he's ready to duck and cover, face stained with tears and eyes red and puffy from his sobbing.

he takes your silence as a yes and it feels like the floor just came out from under him, like he could collapse at any second. all of his doubts in regards to your relationship were always about him and if he was the right choice for you. you are his whole world, nothing would be right without you, and to hear you turn his doubts into reality makes him want to give up on everything, right then and there.

"you dummy," you say to him in a soft tone, moving from your spot to wrap your arms around his sunken shoulders, holding him tight against you. "you are the most important person to me, why would i ever give that up? i didn't back then, and i wouldn't now. not for anything."

he lets your words sink in, and after a few seconds he turns to face you and hugs you back twice as hard. he buries his face into the crook of your neck and sobs, begging you not to leave him, to never do that to him again. you hold him close to you, running your hand through his hair and comforting him.

❧ so yeah his mind jumps to the idea that you would be having second thoughts about staying with him in nightmare, or even that you'd regret being with him in general

❧ when he gets insecure like that he jumps to conclusions, and when he bottles things up he's prone to breaking down, especially if it's an important matter

❧ you spend the rest of the night consoling him until he falls asleep; you'll save the rest of the conversation for the morning

Levy

❧ you already know how i'm gonna start this lmao

❧ so the two of you were reading next to each other, all comfy in your chairs and lost in a good story

❧ and it just so happens that in your book, two characters go through a pretty nasty break up with one another and it got you thinking a little bit

❧ your mind went back to any break ups you've previously gone through, whether it was with a partner or a close friend, whether it happened to you or you had to help someone get through one

❧ as someone who's been dumped two and a half times, it's not fun lol

❧ and naturally your mind started to drift toward the unthinkable: what would happen if you and levy ever ended things?

❧ the thought alone made you shudder; you and levy were practically soulmates, especially after all you went through to be with one another. would either one of you ever want it to be over?

❧ you've stopped paying attention to your book by now, and your eyes drift over to your loving boyfriend, admiring how engrossed he is in the book he chose for today

❧ you recognized the book, it's one he's read a few times before, so surely he wouldn't mind if you spoke your mind to him

❧ and man did you not waste a second getting to the point lmao

"hey, babe, do you think we'll ever break up?"

he flinches a bit, whether it's from the sudden noise or the question you aren't sure, and he whips his head toward you, eyes wide and a shocked expression on his face.

"um not if i can help it," he declares, sounding much like a proper victorian lady who was just asked something scandalous, "why the hell would you ask me something like that?"

you bite back a laugh at his reaction before continuing, "this book just got me thinking about break ups and, naturally, my mind drifted to us."

this didn't make him feel much better. "what do you mean 'naturally'? is there something wrong with us?" he asks, beginning to panic a bit.

"i mean think about it," you start, really not helping him calm down, "we've had a lot of rough patches in our relationship; any other couple would've broken things off by now."

"but we made it through all that," levy rushes to point out and defend your relationship. "besides, it's not like any of it was that bad, right?"

"babe, you committed treason against your own brother," you point out bluntly, "some may view that as pretty bad."

he sputters a bit, shocked by your audacity to bring that up. "i thought you said you had my back on that one! that all was forgiven and we could move on!" he sighs in exasperation. "where are you even going with this?"

"look, all i'm saying is that it's a miracle we've made it this far in our relationship," you state simply, lazily throwing your hands up in defense.

he pauses for a bit, taking in what you just said and praying that you weren't actually taking these thoughts seriously.

"have you ever, like, seriously thought about," he swallows and takes a deep breath before continuing, "breaking up with me?"

the way his voice cracks at the end of his question makes your heart drop and change your tone immediately.

"what? no, baby, of course not. i mean maybe things were a bit rough at the beginning but look at where we are now! i've never been happier."

"see, you say those things but keep bringing up the past and all my dumb mistakes. clearly they're still affecting your image of me, and maybe of our relationship?" he argues, becoming insecure of himself toward the end of his statement.

"levy, those things don't bother me anymore," you say trying to comfort him, "i know you've changed your ways and learned from your mistakes. none of that is who you are."

"i was only able to do those things because of you; you gave me a second chance," he goes quiet for a few seconds, "and i don't know where i'd be if you hadn't done that."

"in exile, probably," you joke, wincing lightly at the glare he sends you.

"exactly," he says with a harsh edge, "us breaking up would be very bad, so please, let's agree to never let that happen and move on with our day."

he turns back to his book, but you can tell he isn't paying attention to it anymore, your words circling his mind instead. you do feel bad now, his mistakes are a sensitive topic neither of you talk about much, and for you to bring them up out of nowhere on top of the idea of ending your relationship was too much for him to handle.

you set aside your own book and make your way closer to where levy is sitting. it's only when you gently touch his arm that he looks over at you, eyes filled with insecurity and conflicted thoughts.

"i didn't mean anything by that conversation, levy. the topic came up in my book and my mind couldn't help but wander," you drift off a little bit as you gauge his reaction so far. Once you see he's still listening you continue, "i don't hold your past against you, and i shouldn't have brought it up like that. i'm so grateful to be yours."

you notice his eyes start to tear up, but don't say anything as he quickly wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.

"it's alright," he says, trying to hide his voice beginning to get choked up, "just please don't do that again, you scared me."

you allow yourself to let out a small laugh at this. "sorry, hon, it won't happen again."

❧ this whole interaction does open the door for more serious conversations, mainly about insecurities and where you see your relationship going in the future

❧ but all of this can be had on a later day, for now you just focus on reassuring and loving your partner <3

Mefy

❧ ok so your situation was actually a joke

❧ mefy decided that he wanted to try and scare you, pull one of his pranks and give you a spook, nothing to harmful

❧ he had it all set up to happen at night, the atmosphere was super creepy, and he made things shift a little and made it seem like there were shadows moving around you

❧ he got the idea for all this from a couple scary movies you told him about

❧ and sure enough, you got pretty scared

❧ you tried to calm yourself down, brush it off as just your imagination, you even called out to him a couple times either to see if it was him or if he was available to help you, the latter made him feel a lil guilty ngl

❧ but he kept it going until he sneaks up behind you without a sound, grabs onto your shoulders and yells out

❧ this made you let out a little shriek and you dropped to the ground to get away from whatever scared you

❧ you look back up and see that it was your loving partner who scared the hell out of you, and he's currently laughing at your reaction <3

❧ after you get your heart back in your chest, you start to laugh along with him; you're used to his antics enough to no longer take them seriously

❧ but there was one thing about your reaction that was different, and he didn't like it at all

"geez, mefy," you say through a sigh of relief, smiling up at him, "you're lucky i don't break up with you for pulling that stuff."

mefy stopped laughing as soon as those words finished coming out of your mouth. you've never complained about the stunts he pulls on you, not even in the beginning. he knows you trust him not to do anything that'll harm you or make you actually upset, and he won't ever break that trust. but to hear you insinuate that you would break up with him over something like this? where did this come from?

you stare at mefy, confused as to why his demeanor completely changed. you've gotten better at reading him, but right now it seems all that progress has vanished. his eyes are completely blank and his expression is stoic; there's no way you're gonna be able to figure out what's on his mind unless you ask him.

"mefy?" you say in a quiet tone, not wanting to startle him.

he turns and walks away, not saying a word to you. your first thought is that this must be part of the prank, that it's not over yet and he just wants to freak you out some more. but his expression is still clear in your mind; his eyes didn't hold that usual spark of mischief. what had gone wrong?

by the time you snap out of your thoughts and decide to go after him, mefy seems to have vanished. you run in the direction he walked away, but you couldn't find a trace of him anywhere. he wasn't in any of the rooms down that hall, and he didn't somehow end up in his bedroom in the opposite direction from which he walked. mefy used to disappear like this a lot but hadn't done so since the two of you got close and became a couple, so what caused him to revert back to this behavior?

the only other place left to look was outside. it was late at night by now, cold and you weren't dressed appropriately to go outside, especially if you had to go into the woods, but you didn't care in this moment. mefy was gone and troubled about something, and you wanted nothing more than to be by his side.

you found a lantern and immediately ran outside to look for him, not caring that you were still wearing your slippers and robe. you checked around the courtyard and even the garden, but there was no sign of him.

"dammit, mefy," you mutter to yourself, "of course you'd go out there."

you walk over to the gates, noting how one of the doors is slightly ajar, and you cross over into the woods. you've gotten good at avoiding the creatures that lie within the wooded area, but you've always had someone with you. you're on your own now, and all you can do is hope mefy is close enough to rescue you if something happens.

you follow the familiar path and in record time reach the clearing the two of you so often visit. lo and behold, mefy is standing dead center, looking up at the sky as if it'll tell him the meaning of life.

you take a few steps forward before calling out to him, wanting to close the distance a bit in case he takes off again.

"there you are, i was looking everywhere for you," you say to him as you get closer. you take note of his thin clothes and your concern grows even more. "aren't you cold? why did you come all the way out here this late at night?"

he turns to you and almost looks startled for a second before his expression returns to the dead one he gave you earlier. he still hasn't said anything, he just stares at you as if he's trying to look into your head.

"mefy, come on, i followed you all the way out here," you start, beginning to lose your patience, "the least you can do is tell me why you decided to run here in the dead of night."

he stares for a few more seconds before finally speaking, "you want to break up with me."

"huh?" you exclaim, completely shocked at his blunt statement, "no i don't, where the heck did you get that one from?"

"you said it yourself earlier," he states plainly, his tone increasing in bitterness as he continues, "you told me i'm lucky that you haven't ended things yet. why don't you just get it over with if you really feel that way."

everything finally clicks in your head as you recall what you said to him. "oh, mefy," you reach out timidly to grab onto his hand, freezing when he takes a step back instead, "i didn't mean that. i don't want to break up with you; i don't even know why that was my response. i shouldn't have even joked about it."

you gauge his reaction, waiting to see if he'll accept this before continuing. his judgemental gaze is piercing through you stronger than ever.

"i know how you can feel... not special at times. and i know how you hate it when i bring that up," you hurriedly say, noting his glare at your first statement, "but you are so, so special to me. you're important, my whole world! i wouldn't give you up for anything, and i wouldn't even dream about breaking up with you."

his body language softens at your proclamation, allowing you to get closer to him and to finally grab his hand.

"i'm sorry, my love. i won't let anything like this happen again," you rub your thumb on the back of his hand, "will you forgive me?"

he scans your face one last time, sighing at your hopeful expression, "fine, i forgive you. just don't let me hear you say something like that again. i have my ways of knowing if you do."

his usual mischievous look returns and a devilish smirk grows on his face as he says that last bit, but all you can think about is that everything is okay between you two again, and the relief is enough to make your body slouch over.

"great, now can we go home? it's so cold out here, and you made me go through that forest all by myself! do you know how dangerous that is?" you chastise mindlessly, happy to have things back to how they were.

mefy chuckles at your antics, "i didn't make you do anything. following me out here was all your decision, darling."

❧ mefy leads you back through the forest safely, although he did choose to spook you a couple times just to see your reaction and get a laugh

❧ the two of you return to the bedroom and get ready for bed as you usually do

❧ as you get ready to finally drift off, you hear mefy say one last thing, "do not tell lucia about what happened tonight"

#my. hcs #this took so long to write lmao #i don't really like how mefy's turned out but i was running out of ideas aksbfjb #nightmare harem #nightmare harem lucia #nightmare harem levy #nightmare harem mefy #otome games

[winderlylandchime]

I really felt like you deserve to read this tiny moment from his check up today. I remember you said you also had a doctors appointment and i would just like to ask, how does a normal one look like because I fear I forgot about it.

We were basically in the office with a nurse and a doctor waiting for the attending. And the nurse made a mistake of asking him how he was doing to try and make small talk and you guys. He literally looked at her, sad as fuck and went ‘How I’m doi- well let’s see, shall we? *crosses his legs and puts his hands on his knee* i started this year all happy and excited. Then i had a tiny accident, maybe you heard about it? (Narrators note: this all was said very calm and nice but with heavy sarcasm since that accident is the reason for all the surgeries) and there goes my motorcycle, which don’t even get me started about. So bad month. Then i come here across the whole country and you people don’t let me go home for almost a month and then this dickhead *points to me* shows me a tv show. And i figured: i had a few bad months but maybe a little distraction wont hurt, its not like im gonna care much about it, just to watch while on bed rest. Cool. And then the funniest thing happened. It hurt! It hurt a lot! And i cared, way too much according to my dad. So a bad day turned in a bad month which turned into a bad year. And now I’m sitting here still in pain from a surgery that happened months ago, a broken wrist with a cast on that I cant even write on, crying over two dudes while also wearing one of their fucking faces on my shirt. So what do you think how I’m doing?’ And she stared at him and went ‘im gonna go with: not good, am i right?’ The other doctor and I fucking lost it. And my brother just sighed really loudly and dramatically and went ‘you could fucking say that’

And let me try to paint this picture for you because i made the mistake of laughing at the beginning of this and i had to cover it up as a sneeze cause he looked at me like he wanted to kill me. He was sitting on those bed/tables that they have. Swinging his feet like a child and he was wearing his Brian shirt over a long sleeve shirt (hes been doing that since it got cold but still wants to show his Britin merch) and he was pouting. Like a child. Just the sight alone was funny but the complaint? Golden.

Then the attending arrived with another doctor and made the mistake to ask the same question and the nurse went ‘I wouldn’t do that if i were you..let’s just say he’s had better days’ and the other doctor goes ‘(the other nurse’s name) told me you finished the show. Are you just sad it ended or was it actually that bad?’ And my brother looked at him like he was just kicked and went ‘they broke my heart, put it back together, broke it again, put it back again, then broke it, stepped on it and flipped me off. And then had the audacity to ask me if I was proud. So yeah, that bad’ and then the attending just looked at him and went ‘i cant believe I’m doing this for a grown man but if you can answer next questions without talking about the show or that dude *points to the shirt* ill get you a chocolate bar’ and yes, it worked. He fully cooperated and got his chocolate bar. And when the doctor went to get him just a normal chocolate bar, he kinda nudged him with his cast and went ‘don’t be cheap, get me the good shit or i will talk about Brian next check up from start to finish’

By the time we left his check up, everyone knew he finished up the show and that he was absolutely miserable about it. Im honestly surprised that they even let him leave the hospital at this point.

THEY BRIBED HIM WITH CHOCOLATE!!!

Dying.

Dead.

Deadened.

They wanted him to shut up about QAF and Britin and they bribed him with chocolate.

The crossing his legs and putting his hand on his knee is killing me all over again. "How am I doing? Well, Susan, thanks for asking. Not well, not well at all." I am cracking up.

The thing is, I bet they all love him - the nurses and doctors - most of their appointments are business only and here comes your brother and yes he keeps breaking himself because of this show, but he takes their "how are you doing" literally and is very engaging about it too! I imagine he's animated during all of this.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

[mareenavee]

The World on Our Shoulders | Chapter 17: Landfall on Ashen Shores

18th of Morning Star 4E 202

Nyenna disembarked on the docks leading to Raven Rock. She pulled up a blue scarf against the ash all but overwhelming her. She had acquired it from a sailor who knew the area well and had warned her of this unfortunate truth. She wondered how anyone could breathe, or really even rightly see in these conditions. Ash fell heavier than snow, it seemed. She covered her nose and mouth, though her eyes still watered as she walked through it all. It coated her skin uncomfortably, even in these few short minutes. She stared up at what the sailor, Gjalund, had called The Bulwark – an imposing structure that housed the town’s jail and the guard garrison. It was supposed to protect them from ash storms – though if it wasn’t storming now, she hesitated to wonder what a storm would look like. As she approached the path that led into town, she was stopped almost immediately by a guard. This one wore heavy, outlandish-looking armor, its off-white, bleached-bone color stark against the monotone ashen backdrop.

“State your purpose here,” he said in a gruff voice.

“I am looking for my family,” Nyenna said, “Lleras Oreyn? My step-brother’s uncle. He’s a tailor here.” The guard shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the next.

“I’m sorry, lass,” he said somberly, “But Lleras hasn’t been to work in almost a fortnight. He was presumed… missing. I don’t know all the details, but you can check in with Geldis at the Retching Netch or with Captain Veleth.” Nyenna’s face fell. The guard seemed at a loss for further words and simply cleared his throat. The sound was oddly hollow in that helmet of his.

“T-thank you. I’ll do that,” she said. She knew her disappointment was easily read in her eyes. Already she had a sinking feeling that she’d made a horrible mistake and yet more was being wrested out of her control.

“I do apologize I couldn’t be of more assistance,” the guard said. His voice, at least, sounded sad. She trudged away down the path that led away from the docks.

It was hard to appreciate the town’s unusual architecture in the mood she was in now. She was regretting even coming here, if the last connection she could think of to her old life was missing – or more likely dead. The place seemed inhospitable at best, or downright violent at worst, if her imaginings of ash storms were anything to judge by. She watched idly as the locals milled around, going about their daily tasks or shopping. She got a few passing glances, but everyone seemed much too busy to bother her. At the moment, that suited her just fine.

She wasn’t planning on returning to Skyrim this week, at least, even if she maybe should, so she’d have to make good use of the time. She wondered if anyone around would help her figure out what happened to her uncle or if it would be another thing she’d have to handle alone. She felt exhausted from her trip. Empty from regret, from fear. It was hard to think through the fog, so she headed to the inn. The sign creaked as it swung in the wind, its name carved into weathered wood in both Daedric lettering and Common.

She walked into the Retching Netch in a whirlwind of ash. She took a second to shake it all out of her hair, and lowered her scarf. The upstairs lounge area of this place was empty, except for a figure clad in full chitin armor sitting at a table in the corner. For whatever reason, he kept his helmet on indoors. Her gaze lingered on him for a second, maybe a second too long. He seemed to look right back at her through those odd little lenses. Something seemed so familiar, but she had never seen anyone like him before. She was sure of that. Still, there was a strange pull like something far back in her memory, or perhaps even deeper than that. It was a sensation like understanding the strength of someone else’s magic, but slightly different. 

Deciding to ignore that nonsense for now, she looked away and quickly braided her hair again as she descended the stairs to speak with the innkeeper. Geldis, as she remembered he was called, was busy serving drinks to a few off duty guards chattering amongst themselves and playing dice games she couldn’t discern the rules of from the front of the room. She sat down at the bar and waited patiently.

“Oh! An outlander if I’ve ever seen one,” Geldis said with a small laugh. He was an older Dunmer with sharp, warm dusky features and long, graying tawny hair pulled up high on the top of his head. “I haven’t seen a Bosmer here in ages. Can I get you a drink? The Sujamma, maybe?” -> Read the rest on AO3.

#NEEEEEWWW chapter. Yeah. (: #MareenaWrites #The World on Our Shoulders #Nyenna #Teldryn Sero #Nerevarine Teldryn Sero #Skyrim #Elder Scrolls #tesblr #writeblr #fanficblr #skyrim fic #skyrim fanfiction #skyrim fanfic #fic #fanfic #fanfiction

[thisishelena]

They had first come to the house in the dead of night. They arrived two by two to avoid attracting attention and dispersed themselves among the few entrances into the house. They didn't switch on any lights yet, it would be so obvious to anyone living near the area to see the huge two-and-a-half story house suddenly burst into life after almost a decade of being uninhabited. Fortunately the moon was big and full, it was a hot summer night and there were no clouds in the sky, the house had big windows and so the interior of the bungalow had ample celestial lights illuminating it.

He was the last one to arrive, with his second in command. They all gathered in various states of dishevelledness in the lounge room, nursing their different wounds. "Where is she?", he said curtly. Two of them pointed to an armchair in the furthest corner of the room. It was difficult to ascertain what the Boss' wife is feeling right now. Her eyes are wide but steely, she looked hostile and untrusting but she was sitting quietly among them without needing to be restrained. She is most certainly in pain, the bullet made a clean exit but it still tore her flesh on the way out. She was seen swallowing a few times, maybe in an effort to control her pain and fear. He called her name. Her eyes then seemed to lose its glossiness and her pupils focused on that familiar voice. Her face then broke into a huge smile of relief. Finally someone that could help her make sense of the situation. Before she could stand up and go to him, he was already taking long strides towards her.

"Don't move. You're going to bleed faster."

"Don't be ridiculous, how can I not move at all?"

"Just don't move anymore than you have to. You need to lie down."

"Do you want me to not move or you want me to go lie down?"

He looked up and straight into her eyes. Is she really joking at this time? Is she making light of the situation? Doesn't she understand what has happened? Or maybe the shock was too much for her?

She winced and let out a painful moan. He quickly examined her wound. She did a good job of pressing down on it to help stem the bleeding but she needs stitches straightaway. He looked behind to his men and called out, "Is there anyone who thinks he can manage to stand and fetch me the medical kit?"

The brothers started to stand and so did his second-in-command. It was the latter who eventually could walk a little faster and came to him with the medical kit from the car. "Do you need my help?" he asked his leader. "How are you hurt?" his leader countered back. "Nothing I won't survive from." His leader stopped what he was doing and looked straight at him. "No, really. It's just the usual, I can help you now. What do you need? We need to lie her down, don't we?"

His leader nodded. In response to that, he took the kit away from him so he could have his hands free. He is used to think that the madame was far above him, he cannot imagine touching her in such a familiar manner, even in an emergency like this. But his leader is different. He was her personal guard, those were his obligations. He watched his leader slid one hand under her knees and one hand under her neck. He seemed to be whispering something, and the madame's left hand reached up to encircle his neck.

He stood up, and she gave a soft cry of pain. He carried her to the center of the room where the brothers already laid out a makeshift mattress and pillows with the cushions and throws from the sofa around them. He laid her slowly on the soft coverings, her head on the pillow. Now everyone can see the extent of her injuries. Two bullets tore her at her thighs, thankfully missing her femoral artery, and from her breathing, they assumed correctly that some of her ribs are broken.

The leader knelt down beside her, his second-in-command opposite him on her right side. Everybody gathered near her head so as not to block the moonlight spilling from the window overlooking her. He first cleaned the wound and wiped off the blood from her skin. She covered her face with both her hands. She does not know what to expect, this is one of the most horrible nights of her life, but she is trying so damn hard to keep calm. The leader worked fast, the needle going in and out deftly, his second-in-command passing and retrieving instruments without him needing to specify them. All the while, she keeps quiet, only the shaking of her body is telling of her misery and unfortunately it is making his work a tad harder too. He finished the last stitch, his assistant keeps the scissors back after he snipped the thread, one of the brothers picked up the soiled and bloody cotton pads and cloths littering the floor. They simultaneously looked up to her and found that she had passed out.

She woke up a day and a half later. She was on a soft bed in the centre of a somewhat huge room. She stared at the unfamiliar ceiling and thought she had imagined the frescoes on it coming alive. Cherubs flew playfully, tousling the hair of goddesses, the hands of maidens reaching out to pick fruits from trees, nymphs sighing and languishing near ponds. She watched, mystified.

A sudden creak gave her a start. Her eyes darted to the direction it was coming from. The young man whose name she just learned a week ago came in and when he saw her open eyes, gave a surprised "Oh!" He went to her side.

"Hi."

She didn't answer, she just looked at him.

"How are you feeling?"

"I..." She cleared her throat. "Where am I?"

"We're at his old house. We need to hide out here for the time being, okay?"

Hide out? Ooh, now the events of the past few days started to come back to her. There was a break-in, which turned out to be an invasion, there was a shoot-out, she was caught in the middle of it and she was brought here by her guard and his band of men, including this kind young man in front of her right now. They must not be very far in age, and they got along so well together since he came back from an apparently years of mission abroad just a week ago. In another life, they could be a pair of best friends playing games in an arcade or hanging out at cafes and libraries. He seemed to be mouthing something to her.

"Wha... What?"

"I said, are you feeling better? The wounds are healing well. You had a slight fever but it's gone now. He was so worried if you got an infection but thank God you seem to be okay."

"Umm... Yes. Yes, I'm feeling okay. I mean... considering."

"Yes, considering." The smile still hasn't left his kind face.

"Why did you come in here?"

"I just wanted to check on you. I was thinking of passing the time here like yesterday." He gestured to some books and a mug of something he brought into the room. "Oh right."

He reached out to the bedside table and poured water into a glass he turned over from the tray. There was already a straw next to it.

"Here, try to drink a bit."

She did, sipping from the straw he held to her lips. "Oh god, that was nice."

"Do you want more?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay, coming."

She gulped down more liquid this time, it felt so gratifying running down her parched throat.

"That was so much better."

"Can I leave you for a while?"

"What? Why?"

"I need to tell him you're awake."

"Oh. Okay."

He stood up and began to walk to the door. But after three steps, he stopped and turned back to her. He went back to her, brushed her fringe away from her forehead and pressed a light kiss on it.

"I'm so glad you're okay. You cannot imagine how worried I was. I'll come back, okay? Wait just for a while."

She nodded. He gave his usual smile again and went out, closing the door behind him.

She rested her head back on the pillow and once again looked up at the ceiling. This time, no flying cherubs, no frolicking nymphs. She blinked. Her head is in such a turmoil right now. Her gunshot wound isn't helping things one bit. Still no one has spoken to her about her husband. Is he alive or dead? Is he injured too? Isn't he looking for her? Unless... He is the one they're running away from? But that doesn't really make any sense...

Her door opened again and her guard stepped in, followed by the young man. He asked the same questions his man was just asking a few minutes ago and her answers are nothing new. He nodded, apparently satisfied after assessing her condition himself. He then said, "Okay, I really need to go back down and continue my discussions with them. You can just lie down for as long as you want, or you can take a shower if you feel you are able." He gestured to a few things in the room. "Those are your clothes, I managed to bring some and buy some. Those are your books and papers. I assumed they are important because they are the ones wide open on your study table. That's the closet, there are some extra blankets and bedsheets in there, together with your toiletries. You can come down if you feel like it, or I'll ask him to bring your meals up here to you. Can you do that?" He directed his last question to the boy beside him, and he nodded earnestly. He looked back at her." If I forget anything, or you need anything else from the house, make a list. I go back there periodically."

"What? You can still go back there? I thought you staged a coup?"

"A... what?"

"That's why we're hiding here, aren't we? You betrayed my husband and tried to overthrow him. Now he's looking for all of you and you've taken me as a hostage of some sort."

The two men looked speechlessly at her, and then at one another.

"What...." the young man started.

"That's okay," his leader interrupted. "There is much we need to explain to you and don't worry, you will get an explanation. But now I really need to get back down there." He hesitated for a while. "Maybe tonight I'll tell you everything over dinner. How does that sound?"

"Mm.. Okay. Tonight then."

"Good girl. Right. Take care of yourself."

Both of them went down together to the scene of argument that was cut short when the youngest member of their squad ran down the stairs to inform them the Boss' wife is awake. The leader sat back down with a sigh.

"So, as I was saying...."

"It doesn't matter what you want to say. What you're planning is already complicated enough, and now we have to drag the spoiled princess around with us as well? Do you realise how dangerous a position that will put us in?" His third-in-command was getting too loose with his words for his liking.

"She was injured, what do you expect us to do, leave her?" one of the brothers spoke up.

"We could have dropped her at a hospital. Any of his men will find her then."

"Any of his men? We are his men! Or at least, the ones that are most trustworthy now."

"He will come looking for her, do you comprehend that? He is going to look for her and he is going to find us with her and while it is fine that he finds her, do I need to spell out what will happen to us?"

"Yes, he is going to look for her," the leader's sharp voice cut into their argument, "but not for the reason that we think."

Everyone went quiet and looked at him. "It was she who told me about that meeting. She thought it was weird, she pieced it together but she doesn't know enough to understand the repercussions of what she knows. She was the one who read those briefs, she only instinctively know something is wrong, and she came to me. She only needed me to help make sense of what she found out about the Boss, and she doesn't know all that was supposed to be a secret."

"Hold on. So the shooting...."

"It might be staged. It might be an assassination."

"He wants to actually kill her?!"

"Now you understand why we have to, in your own words, drag her around?"

A long silence ensued. "If it was all supposed to be so much of a secret, how did she find out?"

"She had her work from university, she knows the coding to get into the mainframe, and she knows Swedish. So she isn't some airhead princess that we have to drag around, she is actually quite intelligent and might I say, quite sharp-thinking too, especially living in this kind of world."

Suddenly they heard a yell coming from her room. She was screaming out the leader's name.

"There is something.... in the water! What have I been drinking?!"

"But yes, she is indeed spoiled," he continued without missing a beat. "We'll table this for now, tonight there will be a meeting including her as well. We'll try to make sense of all this together."

The men just nodded in agreement. They watched their leader stand and went up the stairs to her room.

[newvegascowboy]

How long do you think Hancock spent hating his dead brother for things he didnt even do

#fallout #kal talks #hancock #like yeah maybe their relationship wasnt the best but siblings dont always get along growing up #i dont think they were enemies by any means #john lived in diamond city with his brother up until macdonough kicked out the ghouls so they had to have a functional relationship #of some kind #and somewhere along the way his brother was kidnapped and murdered and replaced #and john didnt even notice #do you think he feels guilty? #i mean he mentions seeing his brother after the inauguration and saying that he didnt recognize him #and says he doesn't believe the synth theory because they couldnt have copied him that perfectly #but do you think its to cover his fear that maybe his brother is dead and he spent god knows how long calling a stranger his family? #idk. im having thoughts about hancock and family and im sad

[thenotsohottopic]

Hello! If you‘re up to it, I was wondering if you could do a c!Tommy + younger sibling!Reader. Maybe they’re inseparable because they only have each other? Mostly fluff but angst works as well, and it can be headcanons or anything you want really. Thank you! Love your work :) -🌺 anon

No Longer A Burden

character(s): c!Tommy & sibling!reader

warning(s): swearing, gore

This took so long to write and I'm so sorry, but I hope you enjoy. TYSM for @dumbt0by for reading over this for me <3

Most people would say that hate was a strong word. That it should never be used and one could never truly hate another. That very statement though was total bullshit.

Well, that's what Tommy thought anyway. To him, hate wasn't a strong enough word to express his distaste for the green teletubby that "ran" the server.

I mean, how couldn't he hate Dream? He was a manipulative and toxic person and how dare, how dare, Dream even attempt to manipulate the one person he had left. No, he hadn't attempted to manipulate Y/n to the point where they couldn't tell the difference between whether they were in the wrong or if Dream was, he succeeded at making his other half feel that way.

Tommy may only be a few years older than Y/n, but the day they were born he made a promise to himself. A promise that he as an older brother is ashamed he couldn't keep. 

However, what pissed him off the most was the fact that that Wilbur, the man he used to look up to, worships Dream. The god damn audacity Wilbur had.

The blonde slammed his fist in the tree, his body violently shaking. He had to bite down on his lip to keep himself from yelling, the sun was still rising and he didn't want to wake someone up this early. Though, it was a tad late for that.

"Tommy?" A timid voice spoke from a few feet in front of him. "Tommy, what's wrong?"

The crunch of frosty morning grass got closer before he felt a cold hand touch the side of his face. "Talk to me."

Tommy's eyes rose to meet Y/n's, the second they even noticed he was looking at them he gave him a reassuring smile. That smile was enough to calm him just the slightest bit, but there was still a fire biting at his insides.

"It's-" The blonde started before his voice stopped. He remembered the last time he had lied to them, the memory almost making him flinch.

***

There was so much blood. It was splattered on the ground, on his hands and his clothes, the smell feeling almost toxic. The only reason his body was covered in the warm, disgusting red liquid, was because of the open wound he was trying to cover. It wasn't his but he wished it was. He really wished it was.

“Y/n?” Tommy asked, attempting to get their attention. “Y/n?” He spoke louder this time getting the younger teen that lay in his lap to look at him. Their e/c eyes were dropey but they were alive. Perhaps he can keep them alive. “Hey, can- can you talk to me?" 

Y/n blinked before attempting to say something, but no noises came out. Fear had laced its way into their face. "Y/n/nz you're gonna be fine. You'll be ok, I promise." He could feel their body relaxing, thinking that maybe he had calmed them. That was until he felt the hand they had on top on his had relaxed, it's grip weak. No their body wasn't relaxing- it was giving up. 

"No, hey stay awake," Tommy said, panic rising. Somehow they gave him a smile, it was faint, but it was there. That was their way of saying goodbye. "Don't you fucking dare! You're not allowed to die on me, you can do this. Cmon stay alive! Please!" 

It was too late. He saw his Y/n's eyes dull over, what used to be the slow up and down of their just had stopped. At first he was silent, his eyes trained on their now dead figure. He could still feel the warmth of it despite how he knew they weren't. His ha ds had tightened onto their clothes befor ehe dropped his head down onto their chest.

Then he screamed. It was loud and mournful, full of pain. He didn't even pay any mind to the small gathering of people. Tommy didn't feel the arms that wrapped around him, the tears he felt on his own body that weren't his. He couldn't feel anything but sorrow.

Tommy wasn't sure how long they had sat there crying, but he suddenly felt the tug on his torso. The blonde was suddenly being pulled away from their corpse, him now screaming and thrashing around. Trying his best to get out of the tight hold on his body.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" 

"Tommy!" A voice suddenly yelled in his ear. "Tommy, they're dead. There's nothing you can do." 

***

He winced. Guilt now eating at him instead of the anger. That anger was still there, Tommy was still angry that he made Y/n feel liek their death was entirely their own fault, but it was duller. It had been replaced with guilt. It was his fault they died that day, his younger sibling losing their first two lives because he ended up bringing them into his messes. Tommy couldn't help but think that he could've prevented both their deaths.

His mind was now racing, thinking of all the things he'd done wrong and could've done better. Should've done better.

Y/n had easily noted their brother's current state before grabbing Tommy's shaking hands, causing the boy to look at them. Y/n spoke louder this time, making sure that their voice was still gentle but it was heard. "Talk to me."

Tommy listened. He cried to them, finally letting the weight of his guilt lift the slightest bit. Explaining how he wss sorry, sorry for everything he'd done and the pain he caused them. Y/n listened, taking I'm every word and accumulating a proper response when he had stopped talking. Y/n could practically feel the guilt he had themselves, wishing they had asked him what was wrong earlier.

They've easily noticed how off he was sometimes but too afraid to ask him, the fear of bothering him causing them to stop. He barely ever told them anything, which despite how much Y/n wished they had found out earlier, they were happy he was talking to them now.

"Tommy, none of that was your fault." Y/n made sure to hold eye contact with him, their grip on his hands firm but comforting. "I chose to go with you all those times, remember? We both know no matter how hard you tried to stop me it wouldn't have worked. I'm stubborn like that, everyone knows this. Where you go I go, I'll always be by your side. Plus, you wouldn't have been able to prevent the loss of my second life, even if it went differently. Nothing was your fault, no matter how many people say it is, it wasn't."

Tommy sat silently, taking in their statement. Then,  the two embraced one another in a hug. Tommy crying into Y/n's shoulder. They didn't even notice the three figures who had seen the whole thing unfold from a distance.

"Should we check them?" Ranboo had asked Tubbo, the enderman hybrid concerned for his two friends.

Tubbo was about to reply no, saying that they should have their distance, for now, was quickly put down by the small pink blur that had run past them. Both of their eyes widened in panic as they saw that their son was inching closer and closer towards Y/n and Tommy.

Perhaps they should be more careful, Tubbo had thought as he too began to run.

The loud clomping of hooves had caught both Tommy's and Y/n's attention, the second the two had pulled away they felt small arms attempting to hug them followed by a small snort.

Micheal had brought a smile on Y/n's face, causing them to pick up the small piglin and sit him in their lap.

"Did you sense Tommy's sadness? Are you here to cheer uncle Tommy up?" Y/n cooed at the small being, Tommy soon giving a small smile as well.

"Tommyinnit doesn't get sad!" He declared in a joking manner, "Real men don't cry."

"Ya, whatever you say, Tommy," Y/n playfully rolled their eyes. 

The teen boy was happy, angry with some people, yes, but for the most part happy. He had Y/n here now, they weren't dead any.kre and they had responded. They're alive and he feels better having talked to them. He doesn't feel like a burden anymore, and he was happy.

I'm sorry for not posting for so long :,) hope all have been well :)

#mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader fluff #mcyt x reader angst #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x reader #dsmp x you #dsmp imagine #dsmp reader insert #mcyt reader insert #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #platonic tommyinnit x reader #dream smp x you #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x reader

[danger-noodle-uwu]

This is a pretty graphic idea I had but I understand if you don’t want to do it or find it too triggering.

I want to request hc’s of the Brothers + Datables (but if you do the Brothers and Datables separately than just the Brothers please) reacting to MC being summoned but MC’s covered in blood and holding a weapon like a bat or knife, because they massacred their abusive family and they don’t feel bad about it at all. Mc’s pretty emotionally hollow and they don’t show much reaction or fear to dangerous situations either since the Bros do start off threatening and rude but they relate to Mammon since he’s emotionally abused by his Bros and physically punished by Lucifer.

This is only if you feel comfy doing it and I apologize if I broke the rules and making you find it very triggering and disturbing

Trigger warning!

Mentions of blood/murder/abuse

Do not proceed if sensitive

Lucifer

At the summoning part, Lucifer would be merely worried about what type of student has diavolo choosen, pitying his taste. Though he was but a demon, weary and skittish around you.

The Avatar of pride scared of mere human?

(Though he kinda was)

Blood being spilled on the floor was common in devildom yet he was unfazed.

But now, things are different and he can't help to worry about how this weak creature will influence on his brothers.

the fallen-morningstar tried to keep you away from the entire of his brothers including himself.

He also made sure that never was anything that could be used as a potential weapon surround you.

Often the man would receive rather harsh words from you and get somewhat hurt. Yet , not a single cry reach your ears.

(Que enemies to lovers dynamic)

When the pair started dating, the raven-haired demon had already known the past and what it once held for mc...

Oh how much he wishes, he helped you instead of interrogating every movement, to regain the 'you' that your parents killed. So, he will find a solution. To find those rascals in the realm of spirits or demons and put them once again at your mercy.

Prepare yourself Mc. For a whole month of pampering and love as he will never dare repeat the mistake he made.

Mammon

As the story is, Mammon didn't encounter you first but only heard melody of your voice.

The first meet was unforgettable, he was petrified to see the blood dripping off your slender bruised figure.

One thought that he was scared however, No he was anything but scared. He had thought you were the one hurt like--you know h-how Lucifer hurts him.

He rushed towards you but was stopped by the eldest saying " They aren't hurt." And this was the first person tried who befriend you.

When your words were sweetly aimed at him and just HIM. He'd feel his heart beat racing like crazy which made him believe he thought you found him special.

He was never honest with anyone, until you showed up. His biggest fear was snapping because of the mean comments his brothers pass and you had probably done something similar.

He wanted to know. Though dense he may seem, he hoped you'd tell him.

Was it scary? Do you feared this before? Is it still scary? Do you feel emotions after this?

Yet he never asked...

When the greedy Boi and mc started dating, they told everything about their condition. Of how they snapped.

He was the most understanding of his brothers and promised to never let another one harm you. Not even you.

He loved even more since that day. Not to mention 1323433454455686 'I love you's per day.

Leviathan

Blabbering lord knows what, Leviathan had stepped out of his room even if that was to scold mammon and get his money back.

He obviously knew about the exchange program but what he didn't know was that bloody murderer would be part of it!!!

He wasn't moving when he saw the numb expression you wore and the bloody knife you had held.

Inside, he was scared shitless but he didn't know how to show it.

A mere-human had terrified The great admiral of hell's navy. What shame he was.

"Oi cut it out!" Yelled the scummy yet kind demon protectively moving between the two.

In the beginning, he felt unsafe only by your gaze and refusing to make eye contact.

And then, a good day to exit to his room. The true reason being the pearly raindrops that had littered the gardens of HOL.

He saw you... soaking wet smiling and hurting... shining brightly though it felt dim.

That day. That dammed day. He found out who truly were. A beautiful person who was just hurting and breaking.

Since then, he has been a mix of a nagging mother but also shy as if a touch-me-not.

Dating him was heavenly, he wasn't shy with touch yet words were a whole another thing to him.

He always left 'Love you's in the chats and reminders on your phone that were just a bunch of 'eat healthy' 'stay safe', etc.

And this was certain that his love will never end.

Satan

Snatching the bat from your hands, the blonde-man threatened to kill you with your own weapon if you dared to move.

And that's exactly what you wanted... to die... to end the suffering...

And he saw it.

Saw how horribly you were hurting, he knew what it felt however, he couldn't lose his composure not in front of his brothers.

Wrath is a storm which is followed by pain. He knew this. Same in your case except pain knocked the doors first.

He knew it was too early for asking. So, he kept his mouth shut. Not wishing to hurt you any further though he didn't know why he felt this way.

When you finally finished your 2nd month in your new home, things had changed as the Avatar of wrath often talked to you not about how bloody you arrived or you had killed but are you okay now?

His words were soft. So sweet.

Each time he would offer you his shoulder to cry on, you would feel your heart slowly warm up. Slightly more each-time.

Soon enough you started dating the green-eyed pact demon of yours, recalling the long lost feeling of warmth and love.

The knowledgeable one loved to show physical affection especially in front of his brothers.

Oh~ the smell of their burning envy, when he kissed the nape of your neck and complimented you.

Post-its were his favorite though.

He would often write 'Love you, kitten' 'take break,love' 'you look amazing today',etc.

Asmodues

He yelped when he saw a bloodied figure emerge from the purple haze. Are they okay?

He was concerned only till a knife was spotted next your seemingly heartless figure. Now, he was somewhat hiding behind satan in disgusted yet anxious way.

You gaze deeply disturbed him to an extent he even had nightmares of you ripping him open with same knife and had that soul-less expression.

He much like Leviathan refused to see you after the encounter but what was different, was the course of events...

He saw you arguing with Lucifer, for you refused let him hurt Mammon who curled behind you.

Asmo felt pity for you as he knew the outcome of an argument with the eldest.

"Lucifer don't hurt him, please. He already has enough bruises" Asmo says giving his sweet brother Luci the puppy eyes, hoping they would work. (Yeah they didn't)

But nonetheless Luci~ still backed out and left the hallway.

You rush for the poor injured demon, he is crying while thanking you for the save.

And there for one moment, The lustful blond saw emotion in those glassy eyes of yours. It was beautiful and aching at the same time.

Making him greedy for more...

Later the very same day, he approached you finally asking the questions his head was haunted by.

What was weird? He didn't blame you for breaking instead he complimented you for being a survivor of such harsh tortures.

Accepting his confession was the best thing you ever did.

He is open with affection especially when you both are in public to show he is yours. You are his. You belong together.

for his hunger to see those pretty eyes shine with joy is endless, he makes Mc smile with happiness and love

Beelzebub

Famished as always was the sixth born. Especially after smelling human blood.

Little did he know the blood of the now dead parents of mc, the exchange student.

He wasn't even fazed unlike his brothers. He couldn't care any less than he did nor about the blood neither about the weapon clutched in your hands.

Even if you passed insults, he wouldn't mind. Sometimes, he asks why you dislike him? And is fine even if the answer is illogical. (Don't fuckin hate him)

Numb eyes. Tears flowing freely. Cuts. Bruises. Hurting. Dying inside.

The glutton wipes the sweat off his forehead remembering the condition of yours in that horrendous nightmare.

You looked awfully similar to belphi when- when s-she died. He blamed himself and hurt himself for being so useless. Just like you do.

And then realization hits--

YOU ARE HURTING!!

He now knew why your rude words didn't hurt him because you were like belphegor trying to protect your fragile heart.

Why you look numb? because you're trying to hide the pain. Push people away so you don't get hurt when they go away.

The following day, you were gently woken by the huge teddy bear. He held a hand out for you before taking you to his room for the special breakfast.

You teared upon the sight instantly realizing that he recognized your suffering. He apologized for not noticing earlier and from now, he will be there for you.

Never in the three realms did he think he'd fall for you? Maybe he had all along just didn't notice....

Once you begin dating the orange-head, he was ecstasic and cheerful all the time. Encouraging words followed you everywhere.

He would often eat the entire fridge out. So as apology, a cupcake with sorry written on it was placed on the kitchen counter. Other days, when he won't go such extreme, carrot chips or a poison apple etc. Waited for you.

Beely is the opposite of possessive. Protective. He is Protective and supports you through the ups and downs in life. He was your true savior. A savior who never judged you for your past.

His Love is the sky, you learned to fly in.

Belphegor

He had heard the tale of how the human exchange student had shown up covered in blood with a bat in hand.

Never did he believe that it was true until seeing the monotone figure of them.

The way they spoke made them like Lucifer. Emotionless. Heartless. Ruthless. Monster.

He wanted to strangle them on spot but he was stuck within the confines of the attic.

The sloth couldn't help passing comment making mc slowly reveal the aching heart of their own-self.

Expression faultered and he saw it--No, no more like felt it. The way their tears were swallowed. The way their voice turned monotone once again to cover what had already been seen.

However, the seventh born didn't say a word, he just showed affection through body language as they couldn't touch each other yet.

After he was free from the prison of an attic, he ran to you. His star. The one that guided him out to freedom.

It felt weird dating the lazy demon. Afterall, he was doing nothing other than shoving compliments in your face and dozing off here and there.

Few months pass and things become smoother than how they were.

Now, he always compliments you but softly and sweetly. Always willing to listen to whatever you wanna rant about.

"You are my true love, Mc. The star that guides to where I belong when I'm lost."

-------------------------------------------------------

Welp! That was long as hell. Anyway, thank you for the request. It kinda feels like you and my sister share the same brain cell cuz she said the same thing but like- mc ate their organs and more messy. God I hope you like it...

Good day!

#shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me angst #obey me headcannons #obey me scenarios #obey me x mc #obey me dateables #obey me #obey me shall we date

[vrishchikawrites]

You know what would be interesting?

JC never lost his golden Core.

And Wei Wuxian did not lose his.

But he still gets dropped into the Burial Mounds. And like I dunno how, but he comes out of there having mastered the new form of cultivation.

Jiang Cheng acts like a dick that's par for cannon. And this Wei Wuxian who has survived the burial Mounds with his golden core intact has no time for his drama.

He definitely confesses to Lan Wangji o ce he is out of the burial mounds.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji in the Sunshot campain would be brilliant. Cultivating and * *wink wink nudge nudge* * dual cultivating.

JC is seething with jelousy. He has everything. The gentry name, the money and sect leadership but the whole world is only speaking about Wei Wuxian and his like awesome cultivation. Both the sword style and with his flute.

Wen Qing and Wen Ning- Wen Ning convinces his sister to join the war. Wen Ning wants to be on Wei Wuxian's side.

What would JC throw a tantrum over if he doesn't have anything to throw a tantrum over??

Like for example he blames Wei Wuxian for Lotus Pier burning. Obviously it's not his mistake. But one day he is yelling at Wei Wuxian about it and sect leader someone maybe XiChen, maybe Sect leader Nie. Whoever. Comes and like defends Wei Wuxian.

What would he do then faced with the facts? Cling all the more to his warped world view? Or apologize?

It will be interesting to see.

You don't have to take this prompt if it's too messy or whatever. I love you and your writing.

Also, thank you for choosing to write my previous prompt.

XOXO.

(this is a little similar to trapped and patient but also quite different. Hope you like it! The format is a bit different because this is a lot of time to cover in a short prompt)

When he stumbles out of the Burial Mounds, Wei Wuxian is stunned. He can't believe he made it, that he was able to survive it, without his sword.

Wei Wuxian walks forward shakily, one unsteady step at a time, putting distance between him and that wretched place.

He feels weak, drained, devastated in small ways.

But he is free.

---

Yiling offers shelter in unexpected ways. He's able to hide in a temple to recover. His condition is wretched enough that he's mistaken for a beggar. A few people take pity on him and offer fruits and buns.

It takes him a week.

That's all it takes for him to recover.

Wei Wuxian washes all traces of Burial Mounds off him, soaks in icy river water for hours on end until he feels purified and reforged.

Now, he's ready for revenge.

---

Wei Wuxian has only tried his cultivation method on the dead. He has used it to repel the fierce corpses, fierce ghosts, and spirits soaked in resentment.

When he tests the method on the Wens, it proves to be even more effective. They scramble like mindless beasts, driven by fear and confusion. The sounds of his Dizi pierce the air and induce madness.

He watches from a distance, indifferent as the Wens turn on each other, swinging their swords, shouting at phantoms, all sense and intellect gone.

He turns away.

---

Jiang Cheng's arms wrap around him and the fog around his mind starts to slowly recede. He stands stiffly, blinking a little before looking beyond his martial brother.

Lan Zhan is there, staring at him with wide eyes. There's so much open concern on his usually stoic face that Wei Wuxian wants to turn away.

"Wei Ying,"

It is only then, under the power of that golden gaze, that his fugue state dissipates. He sees Lan Zhan step forward, almost reaching out only to pull back at the last moment.

Jiang Cheng pushes him away and punches his shoulder, "Where have you been? How dare you abandon us and just frolic off somewhere?"

Wei Wuxian swalllows with difficulty and answers their questions with his habitual dismissive charm.

But that honest expression of open concern on Lan Zhan's beautiful face doesn't leave.

He meets those golden eyes and feels something shift within him.

Shaking his head, he dismisses the feeling. There's no time for sentimental reunions. He turns his attention towards Wen Chao, unsheathes his sword, and kills him in one clean strike.

There. Done.

---

The war is already in full swing by the time he joins it. His martial brother and Lan Zhan are quick to take him to Qinghe, not even letting him ride his own sword.

"Wei-gongzi, I'm happy to see you safe," Lan Xichen greets, running a discreet eye over him. The older Lan brother's concern is well hidden but Wei Wuxian senses it nevertheless.

The man looks like he's just about ready to banish him to the healing halls.

He opens his mouth to reassure Lan Xichen but Nie Mingjue intervenes, slapping his back solidly, "I hear you're responsible for the devastation at Yiling. Good work!"

Wei Wuxian smiles brightly, hoping to banish that increasingly familiar look from Lan Zhan's face. "Thank you, Nie-zongzhu." He smiles up at the man, "I can give you a full report of what happened if you wish it."

The Chifeng-zun's expression shifts into one of approval and he nods, "I do wish it."

"I would like to know as well, if you don't mind," Lan Xichen says and Nie Mingjue nods before he glances at Lan Zhan.

He chuckles, "Lan er-gonzi can join us as well."

---

Wei Wuxian doesn't realize he's been spending more time with the Lan brothers and Nie Mingjue until Jiang Cheng angrily points it out.

"You're too good for us, are you?" He demands, "Abandoning us in favor of your new friends! Even in the battlefield, you and Lan Wangji are inseparable! Have some shame! How dare you abandon your responsibilities and mess around with that man?"

"a-Cheng," Shijie reprimands gently but her voice is weak.

"Aiya, Jiang Cheng, who keeps track of such things amidst a war? They're all our allies. It's not like I have abandoned everyone." He still trains with the Jiang disciples and leads them in battle after all.

"Wei Wuxian!"

"Jiang Cheng," His voice makes his irritation clear, "Is this really the right time to worry about such trivial matters? Who cares about appearances during war? Are were not all one when on the battlefield?" He asks, narrowing his eyes on the furious Jiang, "We don't know whether we'll live or die when we ride out and you're concerned about who fights alongside me? Just who are you speaking of?"

"Who I am speaking of?" Jiang Cheng snaps in return, "Your obsession with that man is unseemly and reflects poorly on the sect! You know it and yet you carry on shamelessly-"

"My obsession?" He demands, "Just what are you trying to imply, Jiang Cheng? You're going to be a brat just because Lan Zhan happens to be the only one able to keep up with me?" It is no secret that his three month stint sharpened his cultivation in ways people find hard to fathom. He didn’t just develop a new cultivation method, he grew. Surviving the Burial Mounds is a feet beyond the skill and endurance of most cultivators. 

Wei Wuxian has earned his already formidable reputation.

Jiang Cheng reels back at the reminder, his face twisting with rage.

Never let it be said that Wei Wuxian takes things lying down. He has spent a lifetime appeasing Jiang Cheng and dealing with his insecurities.

He no longer has the patience.

---

He reaches out instinctively, pulling Lan Zhan out of a blade's path, spinning around to block the strike with his bare arm.

His thick leather brace manages to minimize the damage and he doesn't lose his arm but it is a near thing.

With a hiss, he crowds against Lan Zhan and brings Suibian down in a sharp slash, cutting the Wen before him from left shoulder to right hip.

"Reckless." Lan Zhan says later as he carefully stitches the cut.

"I couldn't let you get hurt." Wei Wuxian says softly, peering down at the kneeling figure before him. He has seen Lan Zhan in various states of indignity, covered in blood, robes soaked in the disgusting sludge of a war-torn field.

Nothing diminishes his beauty.

Wei Wuxian's heart races, his head spinning as he smells the scent of sandalwood. He swallows as Lan Zhan shifts closer, carefully snipping the excess thread and studying his neat stitches.

This close, he feels overwhelmed and realization dawns.

"I love you," He breathes, stunned.

He loves Lan Zhan. The knowledge strikes him now, suddenly, without warning. "How did I not know?" Wei Wuxian feels strangely dazed. How could he not know? It is so obvious to him, his constant need for Lan Zhan's attention, "I hate it when you ignore me." The feeling of those snapping golden eyes on him when he finally manages to gain Lan Zhan's attention, "It's thrilling when you don't."

He has never met anyone more beautiful, "I find you better looking than any maiden." Lan Zhan's proximity now makes him feel-, "Breathless," He says, "When I'm close to you I feel- how did I miss-"

Lan Zhan grip is like vice around his wrist.

Wei Wuxian stops, going pale as he realizes how brazenly he had just confessed love to a man. If Jiang Cheng were here, he'd definitely gut him with Sandu, "Lan Zhan, I-"

Lan Zhan surges forward, eyes blazing and expression dark.

Warm lips slide over his and his mind goes silent.

He doesn't think a single thought that night.

---

War doesn't wait for anyone and Wei Wuxian doesn't say anything in protest when Lan Zhan pulls away from him. He watches with heavy eyes as Lan Zhan shrugs on his discarded outer robes and glances at him.

"Is your body alright?" He asks and Wei Wuxian feels a blush crawl up his neck.

“No! Of course it isn’t,“ He complains even though his body is buzzing with lingering pleasure. He pouts up at Lan Zhan, who studies him with careful golden eyes, “Really, going on and on, taking your pleasure without any care for my virgin body.“ Lan Zhan’s ears are delightfully red, “Who knew er-gege could be so bold?“

“Wei Ying,“ Lan Zhan’s expression is flat but his voice carries a hint of a waver. Wei Wuxian just grins in response, “Be serious.“

In all honesty, his body is already back to its regular state of being. His Golden Core is still spinning furiously and the lingering energy from Dual Cultivation has healed any aches and pains he might have. 

“Fine,“ He says in a petulant tune, inwardly delighted that Lan Zhan is now his, “But er-gege must kiss me to make me feel better.”

Lan Zhan doesn’t hesitate, leaning over him and gently tipping his chin up for the demanded kiss. 

Wei Wuxian sighs, sinking into it as a curtain of silken black hair forms a private cocoon around him. 

---

The war ends but Wei Wuxian’s problems don’t end with it. Three issues stand before him; helping the Wen remnants, helping rebuild YunmengJiang, and figuring out how to marry Lan Zhan. 

One obstacle stands in the way of two of these three goals. Jiang Cheng absolutely refuses to lift a finger to help the Wen remnants, even though Wen Qing’s assistance helped them win the war. Jin Guangyao may have killed Wen Ruohan but Wen Qing prevented thousands of casualties.

Wen Ning was also responsible for rescuing Jiang Cheng from the Wen capture before he lost his Golden Core. It was fortunate that Wen Zhuliu had been called to visit Wen Ruohan and Wen Chao had to wait to enact that punishment. 

Wen Ning and Wei Wuxian managed to steal Jiang Cheng away just hours before Wen Zhuliu returned.

And yet, Jiang Cheng chooses to side with the Jins on the matter instead of listening to Lan Xichen or Nie Mingjue. Wei Wuxian knows it is partly because their sister is marrying into the Jin clan and they can’t afford to make things difficult for her, but still.

Jin Zixuan will obviously protect shijie. There’s no need to be so cautious, especially if three out of four sects oppose imposing any sort of punishment on innocent people. 

On a personal front, Jiang Cheng’s disapproval of his relationship with Lan Zhan is blatant.

Jiang Cheng can’t really stop Wei Wuxian from marrying whoever he wishes. He doens’t need the sect leader’s permission as he’s not really the member of the family. But his shidi is making things difficult with his sneering disapproval and contemptuous comments in public.  

He has already alienated Lan Xichen completely by calling Lan Zhan’s honor in question (boy did he earn the punch Wei Wuxian had leveled at him - sect leader or no). Nie Mingjue will never side with some upstart over Lan Xichen. 

Lan Zhan himself doesn’t care. He has never liked Jiang Cheng and he never will. He only retaliates when Jiang Cheng tries to attack Wei Wuxian. 

His protective er-gege as no tolerance for anyone trying to harm him.

Which is what, ultimately, breaks Wei Wuxian’s ties with YunmengJiang. 

The confrontation is embarrassingly public. He doesn’t mind Lan Xichen or Nie Mingjue being present but feels upset about Jin Guangshan and Jin Guangyao being there as well. 

“Twin Prides of Yungmeng, isn’t that what you promised me?“ Jiang Cheng demands, “Where will your pride be if you break all of your promises and get into...” He waves his hand at Lan Zhan in disgust, “Is this how you intend to repay us? My father raised you to be the Head Disciple of the Jiang Sect and you would rather be some sort of deviant?“

“Jiang Cheng-“

“And you would side with the Wen dogs too! Was this always your intention? Did you always want to bring down my sect and support its enemies?” 

“The Wen remnants have helped us. They’re not our enemies.“

“They’re not our enemies now,“ Jin Guanyao interjects calmly, his voice soothing and patient, “But surely you see that it may not remain so? We cannot risk another war.”

“They’re barely a few hundred people and we have already taken most of their resources. They’ll live as poor peasants. How can they be a threat to us?“ Wei Wuxian asks. 

“You’re indeed naïve, Wei-gongzi,“ Jin Guangshan says in a gentle, placating tone, “Perhaps your fondness for Wen-guniang is making you turn a blind eye. Beautiful women have a tendency to do that.“ He chuckles indulgently.

The sly implication in his tone isn’t lost on anyone. Lan Zhan’s expression turns frosty and Wei Wuxian feels a surge of fury strong enough to make his blood boil. There are so many things wrong with that statement that Wei Wuxian, for once, is rendered speechless.

“You question the honor of Wei Wuxian of all people?“ Nie Mingjue demands, taking a step forward, “I have stayed silent because Jiang Sect business isn’t my business but I will not have you slander and belittle a proven warrior in my presence!“

“Indeed,“ Lan Xichen says calmly but there’s no mistaking the sharp look in his eyes. Lan Xichen rarely reacts to provocations or interferes in sect matters that don’t concern him. But he’s not going to let anyone upset his younger brother carelessly, “The matter of the Wens is easy to resolve. Let us give them a small piece of land, let them set up a village, and forbid cultivation among them.“

“Er-ge,“ Jin Guangyao begins but Lan Zhan is out of patience. 

He steps back and bows to all assembled before placing a hand on Wei Wuxian’s back, “Wei Ying will choose his own path. Wens will remain free. Wei Ying and I will marry.“ He meets Jiang Cheng’s furious gaze, “Jiang-zongzhu must decide whether his brother’s happiness matters to him.“

Wei Wuxian winces. 

“My brother’s happiness?“ Jiang Cheng demands, “All everyone has ever cared about is his happiness! What about me? What about our Sect? A sect he nearly destroyed because of his loyalty towards you.“ Jiang Cheng looks at him, “Did you forget my mother? My father? How do you intend to repay the enormous debt you carry, Wei Wuxian?“

Wei Wuxian stares back at him, “What is my repayment, Jiang Cheng?” He asks softly, “What will it take for you to consider that debt repaid?” It has been over five years since the fall of Lotus Pier. Wei Wuxian has bled and slogged through war to restore that place to its former glory. He has kept Jiang Cheng safe, helped renegotiate shijie’s marriage, and used his name to draw skilled cultivators to YungmengJiang. 

What more can he give? 

“Loyalty.“ He stills, “You devote your life to YungmengJiang and nothing else.“

Lan Xichen makes a faint, alarmed noise while Nie Mingjue huffs in disapproval. 

Wei Wuxian takes a deep breath, feeling Lan Zhan’s fingers flex on his back. He levels a flat look at Jiang Cheng and thinks on the matter of debts. He thinks about Madam Yu’s refusal to bend, of Jiang-zongzhu’s passivity and lack of planning. He thinks about the Wen’s unprovoked attack on Cloud Recesses and the inevitability of war. 

He thinks of his Lan Zhan and shijie’s Jin Zixuan, without swords and facing an armed group of Wens under Wen Chao’s orders. 

He thinks of love. Of what it means to be truly, unconditionally loved. 

No sorrys and no thank yous. No debt owed for simply being a part of someone’s life. 

He thinks of acceptance that comes with an older brother’s amused smile. He thinks of an uncle’s gruff admonishment to behave followed by a stiff reminder to eat, you’re skin and bones already. 

He takes a deep breath and decides. 

“No.“

#short prompts #Wei Wuxian #Lan Zhan #no golden core transfer #anti jiang cheng

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The Mask (Lucifer X MC)

This a one-shot Fanfic, is part of my Halloween series “He Snaps”

short Angst/Fluff with Horror elements in them.

Tell me, which brother you want to see next (except Satan, his will be post on his birthday)

This one is inspired by the Masked Event and @fickleminder's post "Hear Me Cry"

and @amistytown and our share post here

Warning: Mention of Blood, Violence, Drugs, Injury and Demonic nature

He was wandering around the school grounds looking for you, both he and the masks on his face.

This night shouldn’t be like this, it was supposed to be a simple round trip to his brothers haunted house, with you.

Now the masks make him and brothers, think horrible things to the guest and especially you. All the horrific, and vile things his thinking to do, to you are running through his head. All the while he is conscious, trap in his own body, unable to take off the mask himself.

If he, had it bad, he can’t imagine what his brothers are thinking or wanting to do to you. He needs to find you. Even if he has the mask on, his still have a better control then his brothers.

Then again, at was his thought before you met up with him in the student council room, if it hadn’t for Diavolo come in, and take you with him. You would’ve been….

That’s the mask talking right? Telling his body to find you……. Yes, that’s it!

Lucifer is second doubting himself, if he should finds you or stay away from you.

On one hand, if he finds you, is a gamble whether or not he can control himself around you. One the other he stays away, he can “wander” to his brothers haunted house, so happen to see if his brothers are there in their respected houses.

The choice the latter.

But some he started to regret his decision, once he notice that Mammon and Levi aren’t in their house, and he saw was a piece of your RAD uniform on the floor. He doesn’t like this situation.

He quickens his walk to Satan and Asmo’s house, and see no sign of them, only met with a stench of a familiar smell, he quickly looks around to see a blood stain on the wall. A fresh one.

He started to panic in the inside, and didn’t notice a sound of a crack from his mask. He was to focus on getting to the twin’s house. If they’re not there, his main priority is to look for you.

As he walking to the haunted hospital of the twins made, he thought to himself. That you wouldn’t be this reckless to got each house and try to take masks off his brothers. But he quickly remembers that you are the same human, who didn’t listen to him to not go up to the attic, who jump Infront of him to protect his brother and a little angel from him, pointed the night dagger yourself instead of him. You are that reckless.

He finally made it to the hospital, he quietly opens the door and walk in.

Once inside, he heard Mammon and Asmo laughing in delight.

“They’re all here good” Lucifer breath a sigh of relief, soon he stiffed in fear once he heard your name uttered by Mammon.

“MC, come on stay awake” Lucifer started to breathed heavily, as his mask start to crack more.

He walks toward the chatter, as his heart race and eyes shifted back and forth. He stops right before open door at the end of the hall, and see Satan and Beel blocking his view of the exam table. He took a few steps closer to get a better look, Lucifer is stunned to what he saw on the exam table.

You laying on your back, facing towards the door with your eyes slightly open, with a cut on your cheek, your uniform ripped apart with your undershirt what left covering your chest, both arms aren’t even on the table and are dangling on the edge.

But what snap him out of his stunned state, was his brothers talking.

“Maybe, a put too much, tranquilizer in you, sorry about that. But we did want you to run back to the others, now would we.”

“This all your fault Belphie! I wanted to hear their lovely screams in fear” Asmo caress you bleeding cheek getting blood on his finger, then he took one and makes a small heart on your cheek and giggles.

“Do you think we should have told Lucifer about this” Levi voices his concern.

“NO!” Mammon yelled “They already choice him. If we told him about this plan, he would have kept MC all to himself once we trap them”

“And besides.” Satan chips in “I don’t trust him; it seems that he has some what of a control over himself. So, we wouldn’t tell if he’s on are side or not”

He couldn’t take it anymore; he was about to charger but his entire froze. Couldn’t move a muscle, only his eyes.

But the he’s sight landed on your face, and saw you blink at him and mouthed his name, and you try to reach out to him. But Beel saw your arm raise and quickly grabbing it and slamming it back on the table, breaking a bone.

That was the thing that finally set Lucifer over the edged.

The mask finally broke, the sound of it breaking causing the brothers to look what made that sound.

All of them gasps, and drop their tools, seeing Lucifer in his demon form with pure and utter rage on his face.

“L-L-Lucifer~” Levi stuttering was cut off, by Lucifer grabbing him by the throat and slamming him on the ground, he quickly uses his free hand to forcefully grab and pull the mask of him, causing Levi to groan in pain at his mask being taking off of him.

Then Lucifer whip his head towards Mammon and Satan, and runs towards them tackling them into the wall, and quickly grab both masks, breaking them while there is on his brothers faces. Both Mammon and Satan immediately fall on to the floor.

Then Lucifer turns his attention to Beel, who threw a punch at him, by quickly ducking and grabbing Beel by the torso and slamming him on the ground, and use both fists to slam on Beel’s face breaking the mask.

Lucifer is breathing heavily turn his head towards Asmo, who is shaking in fear.

“Lucifer, I- we ~” but he quickly met with a hand grabbing the lower part of his mask, and Lucifer pull Asmo’s mask up, because the curse on the mask, Asmo entire body followed his mask. Lucifer lifted him up over him, flipping Asmo over and slamming him on the empty exam table. Lucifer uses his other hand to grab Asmo’s chin, pry the mask off him.

Then finally, Lucifer growls and slowly turns his head to the youngest, who is still disbelief to all just happen. But quickly snap out of his shock by a hand grabbing him by the neck. Lucifer hoist him by neck, with his feet off the ground. Lucifer, slowly tighten his grip and slowly uses his other hand to grab and crush the mask on Belphie, then he lets go of his brother’s neck let him fall it to the ground.

He pants and look down at Belphie, before let out a monstrous roar.

An hour later

Mammon was the first one to wake up rubbing his head, start looking around. Soon one by one the brothers stared to wake up.

Then Asmo gasps and covered his mouth in fear to what he sees right now.

Lucifer kneeling on the ground, cradling you in his arms, as he sobs and racking back and forth.

Belphie is guilt redden, and chatting no, and quickly got up and rushes towards the two of you, But Lucifer roars at him, causing Belphie to stop dead on his track, and startling the others.

“DON’T YOU DARE TAKE ONE MORE FUCKING STEP CLOSER, IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE KILLED!” Lucifer warns his baby brother and extension to the others. “I DON’T WANT TO SEE ANY OF YOU RIGHT NOW! LEAVE!!!”

Knowing that Lucifer is trying his best not to attack them right now, all of them quickly ran out of the room, leaving you two alone.

Lucifer whisper an apology, as he holds you tighter giving you warmth. You stared shifted in his arms trying to move your body.

“Love please, don’t move” his voice sound hoarse. “I’m sorry”

You lean closer into him, as you grab his chest, to calm him down.

“I’m…fine…. I…. just…. need…. some…. rest, that’s all” you start crying in his chest.

“I’ll make sure you have it love, now rest. I need to calm myself first. I won’t leave your side”

Note: Oh Man! I really when overboard with this one.

Its kinda my way to make up for the lack of action in my Pain of Love Fic.

Anyway thank you to @fickleminder and @amistytown for their post. I really need something for Lucifer’s story

I'll be posting the next story next week, I need to write some fluff to wash some of the angst. with my The sea for two (Leviathan X MC) fanfic.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me reader x lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me he snaps one shot #obey me blood