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mintmatcha · 3 months

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tw: implied abuse, no curses au

"Can I ask a question?" Yuuji digs his heel into the wood chips as he swings, digging a growing trench behind him. "You don't have to answer."

Ash falls from the end of Choso's cigarette. He leans against the anchor of the swing set, cheek against cold metal, and sighs. Twilight has passed and the streetlights have turned on, giving the playground a hazy, barely lit glow. Yuuji's guardian will start calling soon, but Choso decides the extra time together is worth the future ire.

"I already told you that I'm not giving you a tattoo."

"Aw, damn-" Yuuji clicks his tongue against his teeth. Ever since they met, he's been dying for a tattoo of his own, throwing out wild new ideas almost every day. One day, when he's eighteen and likes an idea for more than a month, Choso will bring him to his studio and comply.

But, not yet.

"That wasn't my question though," Yuuji says.

"Then go for it."

The younger boy takes a deep breath, then lets it out even slower, pulling the tension longer and longer until it snaps.

"Why weren't you... around? Like, when I was a kid and stuff."

Choso takes his own breath.

"Your mom-- our mom." The taste of that sits bitter on his tongue. He never called her mom, even back then. "She was different for me."

And for our other brothers, he adds silently. Yuuji doesn't need to carry that weight yet, the knowledge that he was the exception to it all.

"Why?" Yuuji pumps his legs a little softer, the back and forth motion of the swing slowly dying out.

"I dunno." Choso wishes he had the answer to that. "She was sixteen, did bad things. Don't worry about it."

Finding out about Yuuji wasn't a shock, somehow. Years after Ken had surrendered her children to the state, Choso had received noticed that she had died. The news felt overdue. No tears were shed, no love lost; the group chat of siblings had all agreed not to go to any service, but the day of, Choso had changed his mind.

He had put on his nicest outfit -some thrift store pants that didn't fit and a shirt he stole from foster dad three- and went expecting to be the only one there, the only one willing to say goodbye.

Choso hadn't known about her new family. They hadn't known about him either. It was typical of Ken to leave a mess in her wake.

Turns out, through a series of lucky breaks, the woman had clawed her way out of poverty and into the arms of a rich, but nice man. Her life was easy and sweet, filled with luxuries and love, including a son ten years younger than her eldest.

No one knows why Yuuji was different than the others, why she decided to be good to him and no one else. Mental illness is strange like that, picking and choosing how it pleases.

Yuuji huffs, gripping the metal chains tighter. "But-"

"Yuuji." Choso drops his cigarette and crushes it under his boot. Then, he thinks about the child that will play there tomorrow, shoveling wood chips into their mouths like idiots, and decides to pick it up. He jams it into his pocket. "You have good memories of her. Don't ruin that."

He used to resent how much Yuuji loved her. He was eight when she died, the same age Choso was when he first had to dial 911 for her. That anger had long faded, replaced with a strange amount of pity.

"But I want to know. What she did and stuff." Yuuji's voice jumps high with emotion. "I'm basically an adult, I can handle it."

"You're sixteen."

"Well, mom was doing this stuff at sixteen, so-" Yuuji is seething suddenly, brow furrowed and teeth grit.

"So?"

"So, she was old enough to be doing bad things and I'm not old enough to know about it?" He stands and the swing clatters behind him. He's stocky, yet tall, bunched with muscles that he's built from baseball. On one side of his cheek, there's a bit of chocolate stuck there, a remnant from the ice cream Choso bought him. Below it, there's a rosy hickey on his neck, a remnant of the boyfriend he hasn't told Nanami about yet. He thinks they're having sex, maybe, but doesn't know how to broach the topic without scaring his brother into never talking about it again.

"And you had tattoos at my age, by the way!"

Choso lets him stew in it, huffing and puffing. The blown out edges of first tattoo peek from under his sleeve, the image barely legible now. An older woman gave it to him at fifteen, in the basement of her house. It became so insanely infected that he ended up in the ER a couple days later.

"I'm not a kid. I can handle it." Yuuji states, calm and clear. "I'm not a kid."

A car passes, it's headlights stretching and pulling the shadows across the park. In the changes, Choso can see his mother in his brother, those soft eyes and thin lips and the same slightly crooked nose that Choso has himself. He thinks, maybe, if time was kinder and his father was better, they'd look more alike each other, but then the moment is gone and they no longer even look like siblings.

"Okay."

Yuuji untenses a bit. "Okay?"

"Okay."

"Like, okay, this conversation is done, or okay, I'll tell you?"

"I'll tell you," Choso says, jamming his hands in his pocket. The cigarette butt is there, mushed and still warm against his knuckles. "But not tonight."

"What?!"

"Next time, I promise."

Choso doesn't understand why Yuuji insists on rushing away from innocence, but he knows that he can't stop him. Yuuji will find out about the abuse, the neglect, the other brothers, and the other horrors in some way or another and then things will never be the same.

"Stay a kid just a little longer." Choso resists the urge to ruffle his hair. "For me?"

"Yeah, sure," Yuuji sighs. "One more day."

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dmercer91 · 10 months

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Can you do nsfw and sfw head canons for Ethan Edward and mark estapa? ( btw love you account I’ve been stalking it for the last hour😂💕)

misc. headcanons, ee73

i used this one for eddy! another is coming for mark asap <3 (and thank you!)

meeting at the coffee shop you work at and he was originally planning on getting his regular but when he saw you he buffered

“what’s your go to? i was thinking of trying something new,”

you ask wether he likes cold or hot drinks, sweet or bitter, if there’s anything he definitely would not drink and he thinks your little lineup of questions is so sweet

you’re clearly a little nervous that he won’t like it once you ring it up and you pick at your nails when he first tries it

“you’ve got good taste… y/n,” he nods to your name tag

maybe the person taking you off comes up and tells you you’re good to go home and ethan takes the risk and orders another drink

“come sit with me?”

you talk for so long and when you laugh he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven

you exchange numbers and over the course of the semester, the relationship grows and you guys start dating

he’s so sweet

he buys you flowers and little trinkets he sees that he thinks you’ll like

he wants you at every possible home game, tucked in the corner by the glass where he can see you for good luck

you guys have after school naps at soph house - mark is sick of you guys being all cute and lovey

he lays on his back and you’re always tucked into his side with his arm around you

playing with his hair is your favourite thing

there’ll be times where that’s all you do for hours, just lay in his arms and twist his hair around your fingers while you talk about nothing important

he loves !! sweet nothings

his love language is probably quality time or touch but words of affirmation is definitely up there

“so pretty. my girl,” “you’re perfect, angel,”

sometimes after work you just need to sit in his arms and let him trace shapes on your shoulders and back in silence

customer service is draining and he does well with understanding that

if you’re overstimulated or tired he’s so good with boundaries and not making you more irritable

sexually, he can be a lot of different things depending on what you’re in the mood for

he loves it when you ride him but he’s perfectly happy putting in the work

he’s an ass/thigh man and i will be taking no criticism on that

kissing your thighs? heaven

leaving love bites on your thighs? he might as well have passed away from bliss

being between your thighs? having them squeeze his head? he thinks there’s no better place to be at any point in time

you riding his thigh, and he gets to sit back and tense his leg to tease you? he’d take that over actual american dollars

he is in college, and he’s used to hookups and therefore inexperienced with his mouth

however, after some trial and error, and him learning how to read your reactions to things, he’s so good

in the first bit of your relationship all he wants to do is practice

“i wanna be able to make you feel good,” while he’s literally got his nose buried into your clit for the third consecutive day

when he finally gets the reaction he’s been working towards - unbridled moans and mumbled of his name while you squirm and squeeze his head with your thighs

he lets up for one whole day before he’s kissing down your body again cause ‘he misses how pretty you taste’

he wants to try new things and get good at them all the time which is truly a blessing cause you won’t spare his feeling and say you came and he will get you there

sometimes on rougher nights he just moves you around at his will

for a college guy he’s well built and it’s both nice to look at and convenient

he likes it when you scratch at him

if he’s not getting absolutely flamed in the dressing room for being full of nail marks then he’s doing something wrong

you always feel bad when you see them and he’s like are you kidding?? i made you feel that good. this is my medal

he likes to guide your head when you’re going down on him

he’ll bury his hand in your hair or wrap it around his fist and slowly move you up and down on him

he’s not vocal in the beginning of your relationship, until you ask if it doesn’t feel good and he realizes you like him vocal

now he’s so used to letting it all out that being quiet is his least favourite thing on the entire planet

aftercare consists of a shower or bath with tons and tons of cuddling, forehead kisses and sweet praises

in conclusion; eddy 🤭

#e’s headcanons !#ethan edwards #ethan edwards x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine

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insuke69 · 9 months

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Miles!42 headcanons p2

Part 2 because 2 ppl asked and have sm thoughts of this boy HSJKS

Warnings: No warnings except possesive/jealous?? (I feel like hes a lil toxic, red flag sometimes but red is my fav color <3)

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-He's good with kids but would secretly try to teach a kid curse words

-Is almost always texting you when you two aren't physically together, he's had his phone taken in class so many times because of it.

-He apologizes with flowers, necklaces, Food, make-up making out occaisionally

-Listens to your music taste and definitely has recommended good songs

-He will NEVER tie his shoe laces, just for no reason whatsoever and if you tell him to tie them he'd ask you to do it.

-STALKS YOUR INSTAGRAM NON-STOP. when yall first got together he liked all your posts of the last month

-Would deadass beat anyone who trys grabbing you in any intimate way, almost killed a dude that slapped your ass in the street in public. (Mostly cause one, without consent is a no-no, 2 was disrespectful, 3 only he is allowed to touch your ass smh)

-Thinks you're hot when upset/when y'all argue, hate makeout seshes go hard

-ARGUE-FUCKING-ING. He will piss you off sometimes so he can watch you storm out and a few hours later text him to come over, scenario;

You two were arguing about a post, an instagram post Miles made. It was a picture of you but you didn't know he took it, in the image you were chomping on a big ass burger and had ketchup and some cheese on the corner of your mouth. To Miles it was adorable but to you it was embarrassing, you storm out to your house, pissed, the one moment you were dirty because of food Miles took a picture and POSTED it. You check the Picture again as you lay on your stomach on your bed over a pillow to lay comfortably, remembering the moment; Miles made a stupid joke as you took a bite which made you almost choke as you turned your head to cough, smudging the corner of your moth a bit. Damn, he was so fun.. Missing him already you decide to watch a movie, him never leaving your mind so you just text him once the 2 hour movie was finished.

"Come over pls"

"Be there in 20"

"ily"

-loves movies, If y'all go on a movie theater date he gets tickets in the back, hand over yours the whole time.

+ If the movie ends up sucking y'all just make out in the theater and making jokes about the lines, acting, etc.

-He hates dark chocolate with a passion, deadass HATES it for whatever reason (he claims its too bitter.)

-If you have a guy bsf Miles would really have to get to know the guy and need 24/4 notifications about you and the guy bsf. If you confront him about being jealous or something he'd say anything along the lines of "You don't know the mind of a guy, You may not want anything but he does." and 9/10 he was right.

-DEBATING WITH HIM SUCKS this man will immediately gaslight sm shit that'd make you question life itself. (yet half the time he is talking out of his ass.)

-He is atheist 100% (Fact over faith + lost most of his faith when his dad died :(.)

-He doesn't like white girls, more into latinas/black girlies. (Idc if you're white, its more likely he is more into girls he can semi-relate to in a way.)

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Low-key wanna make scenarios so jst reply what yall want :D

#across the spiderverse #spider man miles morales #miles morales headcanons #42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles earth 42 #earth 42 miles x you

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cherryjuicegf · 8 months

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"What's that thing you keep saying to Yarpen everytime you meet?"

Jaskier's face, buried into the crook of her neck, surfaces for a moment to look at her questioningly. Yennefer does not grant him a glance back. Only, her hand continues to stroke at his hair absentmindedly as she stares out the window, at the setting autumn sun.

He knows at once, of course. There are few things that torture him in his life, but few as they are, they leave little room for mercy.

He sighs. "Well," he mutters, somehow unwillingly, "it happens to be my full name."

Yennefer's eyebrows raise in amusement, the corners of her lips slightly twitching. He thinks of kissing them, the way he has done and will do, soon, but perhaps not now, for he has settled warmly in her arms and the curious scrunch of her nose is far too endearing from down here.

"Hm. You're a funny little thing..." Her fingers scratch playfully at his head and he feels himself blushing. Then, finally, she looks at him. Daring. "I want to hear it."

His heart drops to his stomach, just a little, and he suspects she feels its absence under her hand because she keeps on staring, waiting. Her eyes glint with unspoken thirst, gentle like that of a little kid discovering a shell buried underground.

A shell, maybe, of an old self. One that he shies away from now, before her. He shakes his head.

"Ah, it's not important." What's gotten into her now to unearth this, of all things? "It's ugly anyway."

Yennefer rolls her eyes, fond, insistent.

"Come, now," she prompts and her voice is oh, so soft that his heart almost crumbles back to its place, just to feel the sound vibrate on her skin. A cunning smile. "Do I not have the right to know my husband's name? I may even use it."

At once, he laughs. Silent, surrenderring, certain there is no escape and it's so unfair and so, so sweet, the way she forces his own hand to dig inside his chest.

His face returns to its hiding place into her neck.

"Julian," he says, a bitter taste. "Julian Alfred Pankratz."

She hums, satisfied. Now that she's seen it, the relic, she averts her eyes.

"Why use it, then?"

Jaskier muffles a chuckle against her skin, trapped. He considers not answering. But it's not like she will not know anyway. And maybe he has been alone in knowing for too long.

The images of another life flash before his eyes and he winces in distress.

"Perhaps," he swallows, shrugs, "it sounds more imposing." Fraudulent attention, false power, enough to feign importance. Reeking more than royal. He smiles. "At least, I thought so when they called me that. A bit scarier."

He thinks, the name of a flower is not always heavy enough to rock the ears, and this is why he chose it for himself. Only, perhaps other ears are more welcoming to what is heavy to the tongue.

Then, again, it didn't make much of a difference, did it?

Yennefer sighs, brows slightly furrowed as though pensive, working it in her mind. It's almost a relief, the lack of impression it's left on her.

"Julian..." she whispers after a while, not so much calling him by his name as feeling it on her tongue, letting it flood her mouth. His whole body shivers in her arms. Soft, light, like a feather's caress, she feels it, dusts it like she would a rare finding settled between her hands. She squints her eyes, picks apart every sound. "Julian, Julian..."

A lump is suddenly choking his throat, and he can't help but smile, let out a breath that has been weighting on his chest.

"Strange," he breathes, laughs. "It sounds beautiful when you say it. It sounds..."

"Important?" Yennefer smiles faintly and meets his gaze. He smiles back, grateful. Nods. "That's good," she shakes her head, lowers her look just a bit as a thought clouds her eyes. "It's good... to hear your name uttered like it's something precious."

Jaskier parts his lips to say something but forgets it at once. He stays there, still, staring at her face and the way the evening paints her eyes in a deep haze, and makes her look even softer than he could ever have imagined her. Glowing, like a gleaming stone. That's what it is, then.

He grins and sits up to look at her properly, to take her in.

"That's right, Yennefer of Vengerberg," he whispers, slow like a prayer, tender like a poem, and brushes her hair back, finds her eyes.

Then, he holds her face gently in his hands, and she leans into the touch to lay her own name between them in return. And he kisses, at last, the smiling corners of her lips.

"Something precious indeed."

#no idea what the everloving fuck i've written because my brain apparently decided to vomit only the dialogue so 💁🏻‍♀️#anyway hiii yennskier nation. i come in peace for once <3 #the witcher #yennskier #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #chrysa writes #fic recs

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ellieluvr420 · 2 months

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Friends? Never. Pt.14 (Ellie Williams x reader)

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

"How do you always make it taste so much better than when I make it?”

“Because you measure with your heart El.”

“Oh whatever.” Ellie rolls her eyes as she inhales the omelette you had made her. “How do you make an omelette taste so much better? It’s fucking eggs!” She says through mouthfuls of her breakfast as you giggle before placing a quick kiss on her forehead and sitting next to her with a glass of orange juice. “You not making one for yourself?” You shake your head. You had woken up with a sickness in your stomach, subtle but enough that you didn’t want to eat just yet, you weren’t sure why you felt nauseous, maybe a bug or something, but the orange juice was doing nothing to help your stomach as you grimaced at the glass. “You okay babe?”

“Yeah I’m fine, just feel a little sick.”

“You wanna go lay down? We don’t have to go out today.”

“No no I want to. I’m okay really, I’m sure it will pass.” You smile at her as she cups your cheek with her hand, rubbing at your cheek gently with her thumb. When she finished her breakfast you both ran upstairs to get in the shower together as you giggled like kids.

“Oh my god Ellie stop you’re gonna make us fall.” You laughed as Ellie kissed at your neck while swaying you both as if a fast song was playing.

“I can’t! You’re too tempting.” She purrs through chuckles and kisses. You both soaked up the warm water until you started to feel a little bit dizzy from the heat. Ellie steps out first before helping you out and as you go to wrap your towel around yourself, she snatches it from you and darts out of the bathroom with a cackle, you roll your eyes and chase after her, laughing at the sight of her completely naked waving your towel at you. “You know all you accomplished is making the floors all wet right?” Her face drops and she huffs before throwing the towel at you.

“You’re no fun.”

“Aw sorry babe.” You saunter over to her, eyes raking over her shiny, naked form before running your hands down her toned arms and squeezing her hands as you wrap her arms around your waist, pulling her into you, the feeling of her perky nipples grazing your chest sending a shiver down your spine.

“I know what you’re doing... and it is working.” She relents as she bows her head in shame.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” She breathes out as she leans in, connecting her lips with yours softly, you’d never get tired of kissing her, you even noticed the nausea subsiding slightly at the dance of your lips, but as she pulls away, resting her forehead on yours, your stomach twists again causing your eyebrows to scrunch together at the strange feeling. You had assumed it was a bug but now you’re not so sure though you pushed the thought to the back of your mind as you walked to your room calling to Ellie that you’re going to get ready. You miss the needy expression gracing her features as she squeezes her thighs together, she cursed you for how easily you managed to get her worked up while you seemed completely in control. She huffed and puffed as she got ready before going to your room to watch you as you fix your hair. She walks over to where you’re sat and stands behind you in the mirror, she’s about to pull her hair back into a bun before you pout and reach up to her. “Pleaseeee leave your hair down, you look so beautiful.”

“Oh so I look ugly with it up?” She gasps and clutches at her chest in fake hurt.

“Obviously not you idiot, but you look so cute with it down.” She sighs and puts the hairband back round her wrist in concession as you smile widely at her. Her hair was still slightly damp from the shower and the sight of her had you grinning from ear to ear as you dragged her out of the house into the scorching sun.

You walked together, hand in hand, to town, planning to sit and have a drink outside the Tipsy Bison before you went on a picnic by the pond on the east side of town. As you sat at the table you had each picked out, Ellie kissed your cheek and went inside to order your drinks, you just wanted orange juice again as the sinking feeling in your stomach only seemed to worsen but when Ellie walked out with a beer and orange juice in hand, you quirked an eyebrow at her. “Bit early for a beer don’t you think honey?”

“It’s our day off... honey.” She smiles sweetly at you as she takes a sip from the cold pint glass, you giggle when she pulls away and there’s a little foam moustache above her lip, you reach forward and wipe it away with your thumb before going to suck the residue off, stopping when you remember its beer and wiping it on your shorts with a grimace. She chuckles at your disgust with the drink before she notices two passers-by staring intently at you both and whispering, she scowls in their direction before turning her attention back to you as her face softens. “How you feeling now? Still feel sick?” You considered lying to her when you saw the look of concern on her face but as your eyes took in the freckles that dotted her cheeks like the constellations you would both point out to each other as you watched the night sky, you knew you wouldn’t be able to lie convincingly.

“Yeah but it’s really not that bad, I don’t think it’s a bug either.”

“Phew because I would be fucked, wait- What do you think it is then? Are you about to tell me you’re pregnant?” She exclaims in fake shock, you roll your eyes at her absurdity as you giggle.

“Unless that pink dick of yours is magic, I don’t think so.” You whisper to her as her cheeks immediately flush at your referring to the strap on as hers, she couldn’t understand why that ignited something in her but it did. “I don’t know, I just have a bad feeling you know? And I think I’m being paranoid but I keep thinking people are staring and whispering whenever they see us.”

“Oh... really?” Ellie gulps as she realises you aren’t being paranoid.

“Yeah, why?”

“I noticed people looking too. I thought they were just being homophobic assholes.”

“Well that’s what I thought too but I saw Lacey as we were walking here and when I waved at her she looked at me like she had seen a ghost. I feel like everyone knows something that we don’t.” As if right on cue, you see Maria, Tommy and Joel walking over to where you were both sat, each one’s expression looking more foreboding than the previous one. “Well that can’t be good.” Ellie shakes her head as you both watch them walking over to you.

“Hey girls, Can I speak to you for a sec?” Maria directs her attention at you as your eyebrows scrunch into a confused expression.

“Yeah, of course.” You stand and walk out of earshot of the others as the twisting in your stomach worsens until a lump in your throat appears. “What’s up Maria?”

“Er...” Maria’s hesitance set the alarm bells in your head ringing, you had never seen her like this, she was never nervous and that only set your anxiety off more.

“What is it?”

“Your parents left Jackson last night, left a note on my doorstep, they aren’t coming back. I’m really sorry.”

“Wha- No you’re lying. They wouldn’t leave- why would they leave? What did the note say?”

“Ehh...”

“Show me the note Maria.” Maria sighed before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper and handing it to you.

Maria,

Sorry to have left this way, you and your father have been so good to us over the years but we cannot stay and watch our daughter fall further into darkness. She is not the girl we knew anymore and it’s becoming abundantly clear that she will never come back to us.

Don’t send people after us, it will make no difference. We don’t know where we’re going but we need to find somewhere else to live, being here has become too painful for us.

Good luck and we hope Jackson prospers as it always has.

Goodbye.

“Oh god, no no no, they left because of me.”

“No you can’t blame yourself-”

“They’re gonna get themselves killed, we have to look for them!”

“I can’t do that.”

“WHY NOT?” As you raise your voice, Ellie pushes past Joel and comes running over, immediately taking note of your shallow breathing and glassy eyes.

“What’s going on?” She asks as she wraps her arms around your trembling body.

“My- my parents, they left because of me. Ellie they’re gonna die, we have to find them. They didn’t have horses so we can probably catch up right?” Everyone’s silence only made you feel more frantic as you looked at all their faces, it felt like they all knew something you didn’t. “RIGHT?” Ellie sighed before pulling you away from the others and round a corner.

“Babe, if they left in the night, there’s a high chance they’re already-”

“NO DON’T FUCKING SAY THAT ELLIE, THEY’RE NOT DEAD.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry, I’m sure they’re fine but if we go after them we’re risking ourselves.” She tries to reason with you as softly as she can as you pace back and forth, biting at the skin around your nails. She reaches out to pull your hand from your teeth but you slap her advance away as you turn to her with a fury in your eyes she hadn’t ever seen before.

“They’re my parents Ellie, I have to try and help them.”

“Your parents that kicked you out and disowned you.” She snaps back in the heat of the moment, immediately regretting her words as you mutter a meek ‘fuck you’ before storming off, ignoring her repeated yells of your names. “Fuck.”

“The fuck did you say t’her?” Joel’s southern twang rings out behind her.

“Nothin’.”

“Sure don’t seem like nothin’.” Ellie glared at him before storming off to follow you. “Ellie!” Joel calls after her but all she was focused on was getting back to you so Joel, Maria and Tommy followed her all the way back to your home.

As she walked through the door and calls out your name to no response her stomach drops. “No no no, please be here.” She leaps up the stairs and tears through each room, slamming each door open and huffing when you were nowhere to be seen. “FUCK! SHE’S NOT FUCKING HERE JOEL.” She yells frantically as Joel joins her upstairs.

“Maria just got radioed, she grabbed Greg and left with the patrollers.”

“Fuck that means she went straight there, she doesn’t even have her backpack, we need to follow her.”

“Well come on then.” They all rush out of the house and to the main gates, running into Jesse and Dina on the way.

“Hey Ellie, everything okay?” Dina questions.

“No I need you guys to come with me. Please.”

“We were on our way to patrol, we start in half hour.” Jesse replies as he looks at Maria.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll find people to replace you, go with Ellie.” They nod and immediately start following the girl who was practically running towards the gates.

“Ellie what the fuck is going on?” Dina calls out to her as they jog to catch up.

“No time to explain right now, just grab your horses and get extra ammo.” She replies as they reach the stables and armoury. Within a couple of minutes they were riding out of the gates at full speed as Joel and Tommy prepared to leave also, they were going to go separately to try and cover more ground but Ellie hadn’t stayed long enough to know that as all she could focus on was finding you and keeping you safe. She knew you could handle yourself but she guessed all you had on you was your knife at the very most, and even that was optimistic, as you had left with only Greg.

As they raced through the woods, Ellie repeatedly calling your name as Jesse and Dina followed completely dumbfounded by the situation.

“Ellie! You need to stop yelling you’re gonna draw all the infected to us!”

“Better us than her!” Ellie snaps back as her voice grows hoarse with tears that she wouldn’t let herself shed.

“Can we just pause for two seconds and talk about what the fuck is going on.” Dina snaps.

“NO D, if we stop she’ll get further away from us.”

“We don’t even know if we’re going in the right direction.” Jesse adds.

“Yes we do, this is the easiest trail to walk on foot and she’s following her parents who snuck out last night but every second we stop here, she gets further away and we’re less likely to find her so can we go?” She doesn’t wait for their answers before riding off once again and continuing her chants of your name. Jesse and Dina exchange a questioning look before following the panicked girl as she shows no signs of slowing down.

“MOM! DAD! Fuck please be okay.” You had been calling out to them since you had left Jackson, the wind whipping past your ears as you spur Greg on as fast as he could go. You had taken this trail as you knew it was easiest to walk on foot but the longer you rode with no sign of human life the more you panicked you had picked the wrong route.

You knew it was stupid to leave without even a gun on you but you knew if you had tried to grab some you probably wouldn’t have made it out of Jackson and all you were focused on was finding them. Ellie’s words bounced around your head as you searched a town on the route, yes they had been horrible to you over the past few years but they were your parents and you couldn’t know that they died because of you. You know if you had stayed and listened to Ellie she would’ve told you it wasn’t your fault that they left, that they left because of their own absurd biases but you couldn’t stick around to hear that, especially not from her because you were scared she might actually be able to convince you to stay and you couldn’t live with yourself if you had.

You count your lucky stars when you find a knife and a large metal baseball bat and though you know it still puts you at a disadvantage, it’s better than nothing which is what you had on you when you fled Jackson. As you inspect the bat you hear a shuffle and groan that immediately puts you on edge, you grip the bat and knife and sneak round the home you had been ransacking before you come face to face with the two infected that had spiked your heart rate. They hadn’t noticed you yet so you decided to just try and escape without alerting them to your presence. You crawled out of the room they occupied and sprinted back to Greg before mounting him and continuing on with your newfound weapons.

Your calls to your parents become less frequent as your voice grows hoarse and tired and as the sun begins its dissent and the moon begins to rise, you can tell Greg is getting tired so you signal for him to slow down to allow you to search the area for somewhere safe to sleep for the night, you don’t want to stop but you know your parents will stop to sleep for the night so you figure you can afford the much needed rest. You reach a small cliff that you know will give you a high enough vantage point to scout the area and look for somewhere safe so you hop off of Greg and begin dragging yourself up the steep climb until you reach the top, breathless and fatigued, your hunger was screaming at you now but the thought of eating still made you feel sick which was just as well because in all the houses you had scoured in the abandoned town, there was no food, not even a tin of anything, you assumed it had been ransacked by Jackson’s patrollers over many missions but it that didn’t quell your frustration even a little bit.

As you look over the land from the cliff you see a small cabin not too far from where you are and you figured that would be good enough for the night so you clamber back down and lead Greg in its direction until you’re stood before it, your achy body relaxing with relief at the thought of resting for a few hours. You leave Greg in the large shed that stood behind the house after letting him graze on the grass around the cabin and as you walk into it, you hear the familiar groan you almost expected at this point although it doesn’t sound as pronounced as a typical infected, there still sounds like there’s a hint of humanity in it which only scares you more. You creep up the stairs towards the source of the sound and take a deep breath before walking in.

“Ellie it’s getting dark, I think we should turn back and regroup, we can do this smarter if we all get some proper rest.”

“Are you fucking kidding me Jesse? We are not going back while she is still out here. We have to find her!”

“El-” Dina tries to interject only to be interrupted by Ellie.

“NO I said I am not going back without her so if you wanna turn around fine but I’m not.” Without another word Ellie speeds off on Shimmer disappearing into the dense treeline, they try to follow her but she disappeared quicker than they could believe. There was no sign of her or tracks of Shimmer’s and after contemplation Jesse and Dina decided they need to turn back and get help to search for you both.

Ellie didn’t stop for even a second but she felt like she was going circles as she searched every inch of the area she was in. She knew she couldn’t have been that far behind you but it felt like she was lightyears away. That was until she saw a small cabin that was illuminated by what she assumed was the dim glow of candlelight in the distance.

She prayed to a god she had never believed in as she rushed towards the cabin that you would be there and that you were okay and as she spotted horse tracks as she neared the cabin she felt like her prayers had finally been answered.

tags: @emiliabby @radioheadfan699 @readbydayana @lil-elliesgf @isitadinosaur @amberputh

#ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams angst #ellie smut #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams smut #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #tlou ellie #ellie

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julieloves074 · 2 years

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Last Summer

Summary: During your last summer altogether not everything pans out how you wanted, Conrad interrupts your smoking session. And the surprise makeout was the only thing to make you forget.

Warinings: Kissing, smoking, swearing, drinking, cancer

Words: 1.5k

Requested: Yes. By Anonymous.

(Not my GIF :) )

It had all gone to shit, you argued with your mother, then you brother and worst of all your younger sister. The summer was slowly coming to an end and everything was falling apart, there was no happy ending to this story.

You snook one of Con’s cigarettes while he was in the shower and went down to the pool. Everyone else was asleep, these last few hours were intense.

Puffing out a cloud of smoke you heard footsteps approach, chiding your thoughts for distracting you.

“Hey- hey give that to me, what- why- Laurel is going to kill me and then you” Conrad’s panicked voice overtook your senses as he ripped the cigarette out your mouth.

“Hey!” You reached out to grab it, “I’ve already fucked it Con, one more bad thing can’t make it much worse”

He sat down next to you with a sigh putting the cig in his mouth and taking a deep puff. He shook his head in disagreement.

“They’ll be over it by morning and you know it, but Laur will smell the cig on you no matter how many times you brush your teeth or how much gum you chew” he was right of course your mother would know, if not by actual signs then by the fact that she always knew when you kept something from her.

“You’re not coming back next summer are you?” You suddnely asked moving your bare foot around the pool. You needed to change the subject, your mother was the last person you wanted to think about.

“You overheard?” He asked, rushing his tongue over his teeth. His conversation with Susannah and Laur was meant to be private, that was clear, but it wasn’t your fault you were just in the next room over. He was leaving for school in California with a summer school package deal, going into medicine was a serious deal.

“I’m proud of you, even if this is our last summer altogether” you said, he immediately understood what you had meant, Susannah as well as all you kids.

“But seriously let me smoke” you said reaching to get your property back.

He blew some smoke onto your face “Nu-uh what did I say to you like three minutes ago” he laughed.

“Blow that smoke at me on more time I dare you” your eyebrows lifted, the tone in your voice daring. Even though it was a mocking challenge you did want him to do it, you wanted that bitter taste.

His brows furrowed, it was clear he could not figure out what was going through your head. Still he put the cig back in his mouth, looked out at the sea and took a deep breath in.

His slow movement towards you made you look at his eyes then his lips quickly, there was a silent understanding in his eyes. You leaned closer, this is the closest you had ever been to him.

He put his finger and thumb on your chin, pulling on your lip, tugging down at it. You opened your mouth and he came even closer to you, puffing the smoke into your mouth.

His eyes stayed on you lips which you had bit into, he swallowed down, his one hand moved over to your thigh. You leaned closer, the only sound being the chlorine pool cleaner.

You stayed like that for a few moments, neither of you moving, his breath was hot and smelled like a mix of alcohol and cigarettes. Moving your hands to the back of his hair bringing him even closer, you swear you could hear a quiet moan escape his lips. This caused a smirk to appear on you face.

“Con-“ your voice was a seductive whisper but before you could even finish his name his lips were on your like a hammer on a nail, he squashed the rest of the cig on the concreete. His hands found your hips, bringing them close to himself.

His lips were exactly what you’d expect them, not even a minute had passed before his hands were roaming your back and his tongue trying to find a way into your mouth.

You giggled, and he smirked into the kiss. Letting his tongue fight your own you moved to straddle him, he moaned you sat down on him. In response you pulled his hair tightly, his excitement did not go unnoticed. Hands gripping the middle between your hips and thigh.

He started to get a bit too controlling, his hands pushing and pulling your body against his. You pushed him back playfully until his body was flat on the floor. The first time you broke away from the kiss. You watched him breathe for a moment, it was heavvy, never did his hands leave your body.

You expected to see regret in his eyes, or in your head but when you saw how dark his eyes were, how they devoured your body, you couldn’t think about anything else. Moving against his body you lowered to kiss him again, his hands to the back of you neck.

“Steven is going to kill me for this” his voice low, husky and above a whisper.

“Are you seriously thinking about Steven right now?” Your tone was joking, he could tell, it was turning him on, “fuck Steven” you continued and he put on of those hard brooding faces.

“Why would I when you’re here” his response was confident, he hadn’t meant it in a rude ‘I’m using you’ way, he was just finally giving into the atmosphere that you had created here. This time you smirked and he yanked you down to him.

Your hair blocked out both your faces from the world, there was no one here apart from you two. You peppered kisses onto his cheek, down his jaw and onto his neck in a painfully slow manner, he was getting frustrated.

“Getting a bit cocky are we?” You whispered against his skin. At this point his hands brought your lips back to his, hard, as if you were the air he needed to breath. Like you were the only he was ever going to kiss. Taking his hands and placing them on your chest. You could feel his hesitance.

“Not so cocky now huh?” At this he put more pressure on with his hands, moving his fingers over the sensitive areas, even through the material of your shirt it made you shiver. Without a second though you lifted to rush the shirt off.

“What are you doing?” A little panic in his voice, he tried to cover you with his hands, “What if someone sees, the neighbours or worse someone in the house,”

“I thought you liked playing risky” You said licking your lips, his hardened, he couldn’t be doing this with you like this, you grew up together, he shouldn’t let you expose yourself like this. At least not in public where anyone and everyone could see. He wanted you all to himself.

He dove in for one more deep kiss, sighing into it then pulling away. Ripping his own shirt off.

“Let’s get in the pool” you said when his gaze met yourself again, your hands swayed to his chest, the muscle hard under your fingers, his hours of work outs have been useful. Hand travelling lower and lower.

Before he could do something the pair of you couldn’t come back from he jumped in the pool, dragging you in behind.

“Come here,” he said, immediately your hands were on each other bodies again, you didn’t know whether or not to regret wearing a white bra. The material completely see through in a matters of moments.

His hair was wet, he pushed yours to the side to get better access to your neck, at first his kisses were soft and gentle again but then you felt his hands grab onto your legs. Easily lifting you, making it easier you wrapped your legs around his waist. This is where the kisses got intense, he sucked on your skin, licked it no question leaving marks behind.

His body moved automatically, slowly bobbing up and down, the material of your shorts rubbing against each other. It felt right to reach one hand behind your back and unclip the clasp of your bra.

His eyes fell down the second he felt the material slide down from your body, he was mesmerised, you watched his gaze, Brushing through his hair allowing him to take the sight in. You were sure he had seen better but you wanted a second to take it all in as well.

Lifting you higher with one arm, your chest becoming the next victim of his mouth so much so that you had to lean back to relieve all the pleasurable feelings bubbling over your body.

This was all you could ever want, the water on your skin, soaking in the moonlight, and Conrad’s lips all over you.

It felt like you had been going at it for hours, never making it past kissing, before you couldn’t any longer.

No matter what happened next you’d never forget the burning fire in the bottom of you stomach and the taste of his lips. For for time you were the only thing he thought about, he needed you. Only you.

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#conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher x you #jeremiah fisher x y/n #tsitp #tsitp x reader #tsitp x you #tsitp imagine #the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty x reader #the summer i turned pretty x you #the summer i turned pretty imagine

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divine-misfortune · 11 months

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rain and phantom head cannons pls ?

Oh i have SO many thoughts about them, bonus raindrophan included (is that the ship name? it is now-)

Once again my rambles are very long.

Rain has found Phantom interesting since he initially laid eyes on him, from the nervous flick of his tail to the way his eyes remained trained on the floor of the den when he crossed the threshold that first time. He liked the stars in his eyes, and the pale purple patterns splotched across his skin. Pretty as the night sky.

And Phantom was intimidated by Rain when Aether introduced them. He took his gaze to be cold and uninterested despite the fact Rain kept running his eyes over him. Rain put butterflies in his stomach and heat in his cheeks.

Phantom, well, Phantom isn't subtle about the crush he has on Dew and to be honest at first it twisted something ugly and jealous into Rain but that didn't last longer than a day or two. Envy settled into something sweeter.

He recognized the look on Phantom's face as the same dopey lovestruck expression fixed to Dew's face when they first met. He remembers how Dew trailed after him like a puppy and hung off every word, and Phantom practically floats on a cloud when Dew speaks o him.

The kid's cute.

Being so fresh to the surface, Phantom's got a lot of firsts to experience and he shares them with so many of the other ghouls. But Rain's the first to kiss him, and it's the first of many.

Phantom's clumsy, he fumbles over himself his tail nearly knocks a potted plant off the table. His hands hover awkwardly unsure if he's allowed to put his hands on him despite the fact Rain's mouth is soft against his own. Rain laughs into the kiss and lets his hands drift from Phantom's burning cheeks down to his shoulders, along his arms, and finally to his wrists where he guides Phantom to his waist. Phantom's fingers press in instantly. He holds Rain tight, like he might just slip through his grasp if he doesn't.

Rain thinks Phantom tastes like stars and a little bit like strawberry.

Phantom thinks Rain tastes like bliss.

It's the first time his mind hasn't raced with thoughts since his summoning.

Kissing Rain makes his world stand still. Pushes his fears far away.

Dew and Rain were also the first to take him to bed. Usually they're so enraptured by each other they forget the rest of the world around them, but it's different with Phantom there. Their attention never leaves him for a second.

The two of them tend to have a certain dynamic. Filth whispered against burning skin, claws threatening to rip sheets, pleas of more and harder repeated like a prayer. Phantom's heard it all through the alarmingly thin walls. He's heard just how pretty Dew's voice get when it pitches, and the icy tone of Rain's voice had managed to send a cold shiver up Phantom's spine even if the words weren't directed at him. He's also shamefully pretended they were as he dipped below the waistband of his boxers.

But that's not present here, not this time at least.

Dew runs hot and Rain's body balances out the burning heat on the other side of him. Phantom drowns between them, drunk off the smell of clove and petrichor. There's something uncharacteristically gentle in the way Dew handles him, and something comfortingly firm in Rain's words.

He cries when his climax peeks. The little sobs and twitches of pleasure wrack his body and he helplessly drags them both closer. Dew worries he was too much, and Rain fears his affinity to lean a bit cruel might have slipped through but Phantom shakes his head, tucked into the crook of Dew's neck. The tears stem from an overwhelming feeling of just being wanted and loved, nothing bitter about them.

Dew does for a fact laugh at that admission. It's endearing how quick Phantom is to lay his heart on his sleeve.

Phantom is a very tactile ghoul. He loves touch, and to be touched. Affection is his lifeblood.

On movie nights he sits on the floor in front of the couch between Rain and Dew in order to rest his head against one of their knees and still feel the press of the others leg on his other side. He likes having his hair pet, and Dew, always needing something to fidget with, is more than happy to twist the strands around his fingers or just run his hand through it.

It's almost guaranteed Phantom will doze off at some point if someone gets their hands in his hair.

The two of them are alarmingly good at reading each other.

Rain can see the tension in Phantoms shoulders before Phantom even registers it himself. He can almost see the dark clouds above the quintessence ghoul's head. Sometimes Phantom just needs to be given permission to fold for a little while, and Rain is always happy to offer it. He's always willing to tug Phantom away from the others and open his arms to him, he'll let him tuck his face into his shoulder and cling to him as much as he needs - and if the poor ghoul starts to get teary eyed, Rain slowly drags his knuckles up and down Phantom's spine to coax it out of him. Just the smell of Rain has become something that relaxes Phantom in an instant.

Phantom has a knack for reading Rain when he's gone nonverbal. Even before they started to get close, he somehow always just knows. Everyone thinks its freaky the first time Phantom, passing through the living room will take a single glance at Rain sitting glassy eyed and tight jawed, and told them that they were being too loud. That the smell of Mountain's pot and Cirrus' perfume were too strong and they should probably open a window. Aether had been trying to coax Rain into telling him what was wrong for the better part of fifteen minutes, and yet Phantom just knew.

Later on Rain prods him on it, lightly accuses him of using his magic to sneak into his head without permission. Phantom shakes his head because no, no he did not do that (honestly he didn't know that was a thing he could even do). To him, it was obvious. From the way he scrunched himself up, trying to bring his shoulders up to his ears, to the fact the gills on the side of his neck remained flat.

To each other they are an open book, bones laid bare.

#this got SOOOO long anon im sorry #void rambles #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #quintessence ghoul #nameless ghouls #ghoul hc #ghost hc #the band ghost #ghost the band #rain/phantom #i doubt they have a tag yet but #answered

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ihateblocks · 18 days

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Arcane Order Eli has been on my mind for a few years. Eli is one of my favorite characters and has been since I joined the fandom sometime after season 2 aired; he's baby, yk? Bellroc and Skrael are sexy so full of potential that got crushed with the movie's release, which fuels my love for them. It's only natural I'd want to pair them up, which is challenging when Eli hasn't interacted with any of them in canon.

When it comes to Eli actually joining them, I've been stuck on what makes this twist of fate liable. The Arcane Order hates humanity, why would they accept this rando kid as one of them? Eli has probably the most sunny disposition of the cast, how on this green Earth would he get along with Bellroc and Skrael?

Now I'm at the point where I can post a concept that I agree with, though it surely needs some tweaks.

Eli's Side

• As we've seen at the ending of RotT, Toby isn't nearly as assertive against Steve's bullying and this continues for quite a bit even after becoming the Trollhunter. As a consequence, Steve doubles down on his bullying because no one has the nerve to humble him. Eli and Steve never become close enough to become the Creepslayerz and their relationship rots after they're paired together by Jim, who, missing the finer details of their friendship, assumes that they will become close eventually.

• Because they aren't friends, Eli doesn't bond with the Royals; he instead sees them as his bully's girlfriend/the girlfriend's brother, prompting him to keep them at arm's length for his own safety. Krel becomes the one to bond with Steve the most, though he vetos being called a Creepslayer lol.

• After being brought into the Guardians, his friendships don't seem to extend beyond talking at school. He obviously doesn't vibe with Steve, but Eli doesn't have a chance with the tight-knit Toby Trio. Douxie, Zoe, and Claire are the resident Wizards, and Eli obviously doesn't have magic(yet). Krel, being a tech genius, provides all the technological knowledge the group needs which makes his computer skills lackluster in comparison.

• Key events that previously led to Eli's discovery of the supernatural are disrupted; Jim already knows about Bular and the changelings using the museum, so there's no need to stake out Eli's house when he shows everyone the picture of the dead goblin. Toby can't keep a secret as cool as being able to form a suit of armor with a magical amulet (despite Jim's best effort lol) and manages to humble Steve sometime after Bular's defeat. Toby becomes Steve's go-to for reporting supernatural incidents, like the wild goblin in his garage. With no one believing him, Eli ultimately gives up on his conspiracy theories, instead opting for small self-improvement, like indulging in his love for scriptwriting or jogging at night.

• The supernatural worlds are gradually revealed to the public by Toby and Co., which leaves a bitter taste in Eli's mouth when he receives no credit for making his discoveries before them.

• All in all, Eli is left feeling unappreciated and isolated; Toby still entrusted a Troll Market key to him but Eli doesn't utilize it much and keeps his distance from their missions.

Arcane Order's Side

• Merlin, the only one aware of Jim's status as a time traveler, utilizes Jim's memories of the alternate universe to convince Morgana that she's on the wrong side of history so she deflects from the Order and kills her mind-broken brother to put him out of his misery. Whether time-travel shenanigans take place or not is in the air right now.

• Douxie levels up and KO's Bellroc and Skrael, the Guardians win, Merlin lives, the city remains under their protection, and the Arcane Order scurry away to plot for another 900 years...supposedly.

• Bellroc feels an odd connection to the town(actually the Heartstone below the town that they managed to briefly connect with in the movie) and risks their discovery to relocate their damaged ship behind the mountain and fix it up.

• Bellroc has generally been preoccupied with chasing Camelot around and has little time to indulge in hobbies; Skrael has slightly more freedom to chillax. As they hadn't quite written out the kinks in a wonky fixer-upper spell, Bellroc is drained after repairing the castle and comically tucks in for a week-long nap.

• Skrael takes it upon himself to explore their surroundings and perhaps find Nari in the town. Speaking of Nari, her magic signature is dulled with a device that Krel creates for her safety. Not even Merlin can track her while she wears the collar device so he decides that there's no need for her to flee while Douxie is around to keep his eye on her in the safety of Arcadia. Nari feels owned grateful for Merlin's wisdom and generosity and, while she has to keep a low profile and Merlin advises her against using her magic, she enjoys her time with the kiddos.

• The Arcane Order is now without a Champion and an Enforcer, while Nari shows no interest in returning to them; things 're tough for them at the moment.

• In hindsight, a mind-broken, undead king and a witch who worked for them on emotional impulse weren't the most ideal candidates to employ.

• What they really need is someone who's ready and willing to learn from them and fight for their cause with their own free will, but fat chance of that happening anytime soon lol.

Meeting

Their story starts after the battle between the Arcane Order and the Guardians of Arcadia, which happened around the same time as it happened in Wizards. Obviously, Eli doesn't become the ambassador of Akiridian-5 and only has surface-level knowledge of the events.

Eli finds Skrael entirely by accident while running in the forest, still habitually accustomed to staying up late working on his conspiracy board; when Skrael tries to leave, he grabs onto them and is teleported to the castle. This wakes Bellroc, who's a little peeved at being disturbed two days into their nap and is like "!!????"

Eli is not aware that they are the ones who caused a bunch of damage to the town recently. Seeing the majesty of their newly repaired castle is the tipping point Eli needs to finally geek out over something supernatural after restraining himself for months.

He fawns over the castle, strokes their egos a bit (which saves his life, because it's a smidge harder to kill someone who's being nice to them), and asks them if someone like him has any chance at learning magic.

Bellroc and Skrael are baffled at this twist of fate and while they certainly debate killing him, they drop it after Eli innocently tells them that he's a part-timer for the Guardians(and if they are lost wizards needing advice from the Great and All-Powerful Merlin then he can work something out blahblahblah).

Offing the guy would risk Merlin's suspicion and him striking them in a weakened state would be a major blow, like kicking a wasp's nest.

Sleepy Bellroc isn't really in their right mind but nonetheless has an idea and decides the best way to get rid of this human without homicide is by accepting his request to learn magic.

No, really.

Sleepy Bellroc plays along with his delusion of magical expertise and, after giving him a few dozen sheets that make up a single beginner's spell, makes him an offer: if he learns that spell within the week, less than five days at this point, entirely by himself, Bellroc will accept him as their apprentice. If he fails, however, he has to consent to a memory wipe of the past week and get lost. Eli accepts.

Skrael, in shock at Bellroc's supposed generosity, looks over this "beginner's spell" they gave to the boy. He quickly picks up on Bellroc's trickery and wishes Eli the best of luck before taking him back to the forest.

What Eli doesn't know is that the papers (translated to English for his convenience) are actually the directions for performing a combat spell that even young master wizards can have trouble with; about as far from the basics as a wizard can get. In other words, Eli will fail no matter how hard he tries and get his memory wiped and probably chucked off a small cliff to pass off his memory loss as an accident. Skrael can't wait to bear witness to the greatest prank ever.

Unfortunately, they severely underestimate Eli's reawakened enthusiasm for the supernatural and intense desire to belong in a group. Fueled on nothing but coffee, dreams, and that happy feeling of having passion for something new, he manages to awaken the magic inside him. Accident, or perhaps fate?

With a rough estimate from Douxie (who takes his secrecy at face value and innocently wants him to succeed) that a new spell on a beginner's level takes a few hours to around 3 days to learn, Eli manages to pull it off within 4 days, just hours before his deadline. All in all, Bellroc is pissed at his success but doesn't want to pull back on a promise. Skrael just thinks it's hysterical that Bellroc's trick completely backfired on them and is engaged in the progress of his companion's bizarre new apprentice.

Bellroc's method of "teaching", while unorthodox and not at all providing their desired result, has some basis in reality: not specifying to someone that a task is supposed to be "hard" can increase the likelihood that they can complete that task with little struggle. (Get Anyone To Do Anything! David J. Lieberman!) This doesn't work on everyone but it worked on Eli lol.

#ihateblocks #tales of arcadia #skrael of the north wind #bellroc keeper of the flame #eli pepperjack #bellroc #skrael #arcane order eli au

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Okay so I just have a lot of feelings about Infamous and MC/Seven so I wrote out a bit of my MC Eris’ thoughts on herself, Seven, and the way things ended. The whole planetary theme came from me finding out that Eris is the name of a dwarf planet. I had originally decided on Eris because of the Greek goddess (of strife and discord which felt appropriate for the messiness of her character) so it was cool to find an additional meaning. Seven, the events MC references, and the whole world of Infamous belongs to @infamous-if. Anyways, here’s my favorite girlfailure.

She had always known they were two planets on a course for crash collision, her and Seven.

It was never a matter of if, only of when. If she looked far back enough in her journal, she might find something she’d written about fires or supernovas or car wrecks but it feels too much like a prophecy for her liking and she doesn’t believe in fate.

So here’s the when; that muddy bass is thrumming behind her eyelids, the line she did in the bathroom is a steady shockwave to her brain, and she swears that when she kisses him she can taste a deeper bitterness slinking around the shot they shared at the bar. When she pulls away, she can almost feel the curl of a goodbye in the hollow of her throat, some secret not yet made solid passed to her.

They’ve always known the ways to hurt each other best. Is that not the knife’s edge of love? He knows that she cannot choose between the “them” (the shifting between keys, the open vein of a crowd, the lick of fame at their mouths) and the “us” (rooftop cigarettes, love letters never shared, the kind of silent song they had by just being near). She knows that he knows this and yet the betrayal is still a bite that draws blood. She knows her place as the executioner as soon as she suggests that lukewarm compromise.

But where he is always giving himself to one extreme, she wants everything.

Maybe, if she thought about it hard enough, she could find the reason behind this hunger. Something to do with her parents, most likely. The gnawing ache of isolation filled that lack of presence the way a star caves in on itself when it only knows how to burn from the inside. The taste of a crowd’s attention feels a lot like first love to a lonely girl. She envies him, the way he can separate things so cleanly: the Duckstein part and the Lawless part. She knows that there’s not much difference between Eris and Eden, as much as she’d like there to be.

The clash of two cosmos is all violence, no beauty. It would have to be, for two people with such gravity between them.

Maybe if she were stronger, less shallow, more sated, she would tell him to stay. Instead, she watches him leave and tries to imprint his shoulders and hands and eyes and smile to memory (and, god, she'll always love him, she's not ready to let him go, please stay stay stay). His name gets caught somewhere in her throat and she hates herself for it. She feels like a stupid little kid again, always begging for someone to turn around.

She thinks about their matching tattoos and the last bruise her mouth bloomed on his chest with great fierceness, then. She thinks of all the ways they’ve marked each other, the ways they’ve been slowly altering each other’s orbits for years now. It’s only with the loss of him that she understands there’s nothing left for her to circle.

#will these two ever learn to communicate? only time will tell #infamous if #infamous mc #oc: eden adler #drabble #my writing

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kenren · 1 year

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The Great Hunt ❄ Aokiji (Kuzan) x Female Reader ❄ Chapter 1 of 7

I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a whisper at last— Maybe I'll tell you then— some other time. The Great Hunt, Carl Sandburg

A story of departures and returns. And sex. Of course there's sex.

.・゜゜・Author notes: I'm finished writing this fic; it's 9 chapters (7 on Tumblr) and about 12k words. I somehow want it posted before I move in a week so I'll probably be posting 1 to 2 chapters a day lol. Big shout out to @thehanging-gardens for feeding the Kuzan thirst.

.・゜゜・This chapter is SFT; enjoy it while you can.

.・゜゜・Selected AO3 tags for context: Kuzan ends up working with the Revolutionary Army at some point, Reader is an editor for the Marines but leaks documents because she's not a cop, "Navy" and "Marines" are used interchangeably, Author has no idea what's going on in One Piece, So if this is non-canon-compliant eat my shorts I guess

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“...Nasty business.”

“Yeah.”

“Disgusting, really.”

“...Yeah.”

You eyed the report Kuzan had placed on your desk with disdain. Not a week had passed since the Summit War of Marineford, and you sat in your makeshift office in one of the Navy’s makeshift interim headquarters, surrounded by box after box of complaints and excuses. The Marines admitted no wrongdoing in regards to the war, but with the guilt and desperation that bled through in their poorly-written accounts of what actually happened, it didn’t make much of a difference.

Few people could walk away from watching a kid of no more than 20 bleed out in his younger brother’s arms and feel good about it.

Akainu was one, you supposed.

Kizaru was impossible to read as ever.

And the third admiral—

The third admiral was standing in front of you now, eyes pinned to the title of a report on another stack of almost-identical reports that you were meant to review and edit for grammar and style.

You couldn’t help the flood of resentment that struck you upon remembering that the man in front of you was out in the field, capable of influencing the course of events in real time while you were stuck cowering behind your desk, praying for his safety and for the whole situation to somehow disappear.

You stared at Kuzan a moment longer and gritted your teeth. “You agree, but you participated,” you hissed.

His eyes snapped to you. He looked mildly startled, but not particularly surprised, already aware of your shared proclivities and the gray area in which both your loyalties lay. “Don’t be like that. You know I didn’t have a choi—you know I had to.”

“But you did have a choice.”

“I caught myself already; thank you very much.”

You barked a bitter laugh. “One more ‘just following orders’ to add to the stack, eh? Somehow you struck me as better than that. Well, sometimes.”

“...Sometimes. When I can be better.” Kuzan turned away once more, and the hideous fluorescent lighting of your office caught on the dark circles lining his eyes. His face seemed gaunt, the sharp angles of his cheekbones cutting more insistently at his skin. “I’m fighting, you know.”

The battle between your sympathy for the colleague you had grown to love and your sense of justice—just the word left a bad taste in your mouth now—was settled with an inconclusive sigh. “I don’t think I can ask whose battle while we’re within these walls.”

His lip quirked when he looked at you, but the exhaustion didn’t leave his face. “Quite a bit thinner than the walls at Marineford, eh?” After a long beat of silence, he ripped a corner off another useless report and leaned over your desk to jot something down. “Meet me there. Tonight at 8.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #aokiji x reader #kuzan x reader #i can't be assed to put any more effort into formatting this LOL just take it #idk if i should tag this as anything else #aokiji #kuzan

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exitpursuedbyavulcan · 1 month

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I nearly lost my mind at the latest WIB chapter!! You’re right, she’s a big one and a beauty at that.

Oh gods where to start?

My take on Alys’ character here is that it may come off as self-serving but she’s only done what it took to survive. Even wifey herself acknowledged the possibility of her doing the same to Daemon should the need arise. But Aemond, well, I have no words. He said he was scared and the first time they did it was apparently necessary to get him to calm down. But as Alys narrates, the other times he needed her vision possibly didn’t so I don’t know whether this means Aemond sought her out himself or… but I do like to think that she made him believe it was necessary to ensure her survival. I also believe her when she said she doesn’t love him, again, I’m choosing to believe she does it not because she wants to harm wifey but because it’s the only way she’ll survive until the war is over. Hence why she chose to withhold sharing the information wifey had a delicate pregnancy because it meant Aemond would have returned to wifey and not come back, thus possibly jeopardizing Alys’ situation. I mean if anything it seemed people at Harrenhal defers to Alys.

As for Aemond, despite Alys claiming he doesn’t love her, I can’t tell if he has feelings for her or if it is out of consideration for his child with her. It seems his actions are contradictory because as wifey observed, Alys resides in servant’s quarters but likely a steward’s implying she does rise above her station but not quite to raise suspicion, he called her to his rooms, frequently but didn’t stay with her, he spilled his seed inside her but didn’t think of the consequences.

Also, he intended to bring back Alys with him to the Red Keep as a wet nurse. Their physical affair would end BUT she would likely raise both wifey and her children. So it is a win-win for him because he’d know all his children while wifey remained oblivious and Alys would finally get out of Harrenhal. But I’d like to say he repeated Visery’s mistake.

In connection with that, I’d like to point out that flashback where Aemond felt apathetic towards his father because he refused to mete out punishment for his eye. I think it’s a bit of dramatic irony because while he swore he’d never subject his children to that kind of treatment, hence why he’s shown or implied to care for his bastard but in doing so, it also condemned wifey. And I think what hurts more is that wifey IS the wife, one he claims he so loves. But in his desire not to be neglectful as his father he ironically ended up becoming the same person because he wanted to have his cake and eat it without consequences. What’s even more hurtful is the fact that while Alicent and the Green kids played second fiddle to Rhaenyra and Aemma’s ghost, it is somewhat understandable considering they were sort of the second family. Not saying they deserved Visery’s neglect or I’m justifying it but sometimes these things CAN happen whereas wifey should be the first priority but she’s made to feel like she isn’t because she’s been played a fool. It doesn’t help that Alys presents an air of benevolence and sympathy, and her saying “He does love you, princess. Very much. I’m sorry that I have made you doubt that” is just “conseulo de bobo” in my opinion. If I’m not mistaken it means fool’s comfort or mock consolation. In my country, this saying is often used as a band aid gesture if a person lost (i.e. election, race, etc) and they don’t want to make the person look stupid.

Basically Alys saying it feels inconsequential in the grand scheme of things because really, it sounds like a mockery after all that’s happened because “oh don’t worry, i’ll live in the red keep nursing my child and yours but don’t worry! Aemond still loves you!” It would also leave a bitter taste in my mouth.

Lastly, it seems wifey is due for a miscarriage induced by the sheer emotional stress she went through, similar to Rhaenyra losing her daughter. But a small, wicked part of me wants her to lose it so she can get that annulment, cite her inability to produce an heir, and spill the beans that Aemond already has a backup so there’s no need for her. And she should run off to the north just to spite Aemond hahaha. I don’t know how they’ll move forward but I know I’ll be in for a treat 😜

I was SO excited to see such a long, detailed ask! Thank you so much! I'm gonna go through this point by point.

You're spot on with the first paragraph about Alys!

Aemond definitively does not have any affection for Alys. Everything that seems intimate was 100% for the baby’s sake. The new fancy digs for Alys and all the baby tricks he learned. He probably did have a panic attack at some point about not being able to do it with Wifey, but Alys assured him that she had her mother and siblings and stuff, so she’d be fine. It didn't totally make him feel better, but it calmed him down enough that he didn't run home.

I love the analogy with Viserys! He kind of did it in reverse, though. Vizzy neglected his second wife and his children with her in favor of his daughter by his first wife to make up for what he'd done to Aemma. Aemond neglected his wife and her children, not really in favor of, but out of consideration for his bastard child with a mistress, because he didn't want to subject anyone else to the neglect he faced.

The apology Alys gave was genuine. Like she said, she didn't regret the affair because in her mind, it saved her life, but she does regret that it caused Wifey to suffer. If her visions had shown her that all this suffering would happen, maybe she would have tried a different route? Maybe she would have deemed it an acceptable price. We'll never know...

#asks #what is broken

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lady-of-imladris · 8 months

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CHAPTER 6 - PUNISH YOU

Synopsis: Thranduil and his Queen struggle with their new role as parents and with each other.

Word count: 2.5k

Pairings: Thranduil/OC

Warnings: slightly smutty? Mention of depression, disordered eating

Additional tags: spanking. I'm sorry. If pregnancy, childbirth or little kids in fanfiction are not your thing, don't worry, I am mostly brushing over it!

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And maybe it's the past that's talking Screamin' from the crypt Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did So I justified it - The Great War (Taylor Swift)

The birth of Prince Legolas was the most joyful day of Thranduil’s entire reign. Every elf in the kingdom was celebrating for days. Anarríma was jealous of them. She had to remain in bed, recovering from childbirth while simultaneously caring for the child, and everyone else could simply dance and get drunk. Elrond had departed a few weeks after the birth, returning home to Celebrían and his sons, but as soon as word of the birth reached Loríen, Lord Celeborn jumped onto a horse and sped towards Thranduil’s realm.

The King was unsure about his feelings toward the child. Children had always made him feel a bit uneasy, they were so small and fragile. Everyone had always told him that it would be different with his own son, but they had all been wrong. Queen Anarríma felt the same way about their child, Thranduil could see it in her eyes when she looked at Legolas. They both loved their son dearly and either would gladly give up their life for him, but neither of them had any experience with raising babies.

When Lord Celeborn arrived, Thranduil could swear the light of the two trees illuminated his face. He was their saviour. Thranduil was finally able to return to running his kingdom, Ana was free to take as much time as she needed to recover, and both of them got enough sleep. Celeborn departed after well over a year. It was a sad day for all of them.

Over the years, the King and Queen grew more comfortable in their roles as parents and everyone would say that the little Prince was the happiest child there ever was. When his parents were holding court, he could often be found happily napping on the throne. His laughter filled the halls all day, but the little boy was also full of mischief. When the Lady Galadriel finally had the chance to visit her grandson, he smiled at her and reached his arms up towards her, only to yank on her long golden hair as she bent down to pick him up.

Queen Anarríma, who had taken frequent trips to Loríen before the birth of her child, found herself increasingly caged in her own home. She barely slept anymore, feeling restless all the time. The Queen had lost most of her appetite and nothing seemed to give her any joy. Thranduil had not noticed, he was too busy ruling the kingdom, the golden cage, in which he kept his golden Queen. One night, as she was picking at her dinner, she declared her intentions to Thranduil. “I will be going to Loríen for a few days. It is Ada’s birthday and I have not seen my parents in such a long time.” The king looked up from his dinner and regarded her with a puzzled expression. “No,” he stated curtly. The queen almost dropped her fork. “What?” “No,” he repeated.

“Thranduil I did not ask for your permission.” The King reclined in his chair. “You may not leave the forest. I forbid it.” Anarríma rose from her chair so furiously that it almost fell over as she pushed it back. “You cannot lock me in here. You have no right to keep me from leaving.” Thranduil rose as well, trying to keep his composure, he clasped his hands behind his back. “I can and I will. We have a son, you cannot just abandon him.” His tone of voice carried an accusation that left a bitter taste in Ana’s mouth.

“You were gone for an entire week last month,” she reminded him. Thranduil shrugged. “That is hardly the same.” “How is there any difference? We have an army of maids, Legolas would not need either of us,” Anarríma argued. The truth was, that the Queen tried not to let herself love her son. She couldn’t help it, he was her child, but she knew that Legolas should not need her, could not need her. One day she would be gone. Thranduil was silent for a moment as if he could hear her thoughts. “He needs you. Please, Ana. Don’t go.” Thranduil was tired of arguing. He left her standing there and went into the forest to clear his head. He did not return until the early hours of the morning, but Anarríma did not notice that. When Thranduil returned, she was gone.

Deep down in his heart, Thranduil knew that she had to go, but he was the King and he had commanded her to stay. And she had disobeyed him. He was furious. Angry at her, at himself, at the fact that he could not just simply come with her. Just the three of them visiting some family. Without the army of guards they had to bring along for safety reasons. He sighed deeply as he lay down on the bed, trying to get at least a few hours of sleep. Anarríma had left him a note. He let his fingers glide over the black ink. “Goheno nin,” it stated in her usual elegant script. Forgive me.

Ana had not been stopped by her maids when they saw her pack a few things. The guards in the stables had not stopped her either. Nor had those at the gates. She made it to Lothloríen undisturbed, except by her own thoughts. What would Thranduil do when he found out she was gone? Her husband was not merciful, she knew that very well. He was the kind to send people to his dungeons if they so much as looked at him funny, especially since the incident with the dragon. Leaving the kingdom against his will was much worse, but she was his wife. Even though she knew that he could not simply send his Queen to the dungeons, the thought did not calm her, on the contrary, it only unsettled her even more. Anarríma had no idea what would await her when she returned home.

Lord Celeborn’s birthday was a small gathering. Not even Elrond and Celebrían were there and the Lord and Lady were surprised to see their daughter arrive in the early morning hours. “Anarinya?” Celeborn approached his daughter warily. She looked as if she hadn’t slept in weeks. Tired, weak, haunted by something. Or maybe someone? “What are you doing here seldënya?” He wrapped his arms around her protectively. “Happy Birthday, Ada,” Ana murmured into her father’s shoulder. Celeborn chuckled softly. “We both know that’s not the only reason you came.” He pulled away and smiled softly at his daughter. “Come, let us go inside and have some breakfast, you look like you have not eaten in days.”

All troubles seemed forgotten back in the comfort of home. She had missed her parents more than she cared to admit. Breathing seemed easier here, where she was just Ana, not the Queen, not the King’s wife and not the Crown Prince’s mother. The food here did not make her nauseous. In Lasgalen, the mere thought of eating had made her break down crying more than once. She did not know why it happened and she did not know how to fix it. And Thranduil could never know, which is why she often told him that she had already eaten without him. Anarríma spent two entire days with her parents, walking the peaceful forest she had grown up in, but she knew she could not remain.

Thranduil had debated sending someone after her, even going himself had crossed his mind. But his wife had run away from him. She needed to make the decision to come back of her own free will. Thranduil tried to discreetly ask his wife’s maids about why she left so suddenly, finding himself shocked at their response. Since the birth of Prince Legolas, the Queen had been a ghost of her former self. Apparently, she had not returned her sister’s letters in many months, she had stopped doing anything except work. Sometimes, she wandered aimlessly through the halls of their home in the middle of the night. Thranduil was furious at himself. He had not noticed any of it. How would she ever choose to come back to him if he had been so neglectful?

When Thranduil’s guards came rushing in one evening to tell him that the Queen had returned, he dropped everything and ran. He almost spooked the horse as he came to a halt, just in time to grab his wife by her waist as she dismounted. “You’re home!” he exclaimed excitedly, still hugging her from behind, burying his face in her neck. “You’re not angry at me for running away?” Ana asked, slightly ashamed of the way she had left him. Thranduil chuckled and swept his wife off her feet, carrying her off to their chambers. “Would it be easier for you if I were angry with you?” Anarríma let her head fall against his shoulder and sighed. “Yes, I think it would.” Thranduil was silent until they were behind closed doors. He knew that his beloved wife was struggling and he did not know how to help her.

He cleared his throat. “Your parents are well?” Ana nodded. “That is good to hear,” Thranduil continued, “and you had time to take care of yourself for a few days? You have slept? Eaten something?” The queen looked up at her husband in shock. Had he known all that time? As if he could read her mind, Thranduil shook his head. “Your maids told me a few days ago. I am so sorry, Ana. I should have known, I should have done something to help you,-” “Don’t,” she interrupted him, her voice shaky. “Please stop.” Thranduil gently cupped her cheek and tilted her face upwards, carefully wiping the tears away with his thumb.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” The king sounded heartbroken. Another thing that was her fault. She closed her eyes and the tears fell silently on her cheeks. “You already have an entire kingdom to take care of. I thought that I could fix this, thought that I could fix me. But I can’t, Thranduil.” When his wife started sobbing uncontrollably, Thranduil felt more helpless than ever before. So he just wrapped his arms around his wife and held her. Time seemed to stop around them. The king did not know how long they stood there. It could have been minutes, hours, days even. Anarríma calmed down slowly.

Thranduil’s mind was racing. Ever since their altercation at dinner, things had not been good. They did not usually disagree on matters quite so intensely and he had a feeling that their usual method of resolving conflicts would not work this time. This was not a problem they could just ignore that would eventually go away on its own. A new solution needed to be found so they could put this behind themselves for good. The king was softly stroking his wife’s hair when he decided to tell her about his solution. “I cannot let your disobedience go unpunished.”

Anarríma wrestled herself out of his grasp abruptly. “What?” Thranduil looked at her as if nothing were amiss. “I am the king. You disobeyed my orders to remain here.” “You intend to throw me into the dungeons?” Thranduil huffed a laugh. “Of course not, you are my queen, it would be unseemly. But I must punish you somehow. Bend over my desk.” He turned his back to his wife, who was still processing what he had just said. She was still standing in the middle of the room, staring off into nothing as he brushed the neatly stacked mountains of paper off his desk in one smooth motion.

The noise made Ana jump and turn to him. He just stood there, looking at her expectantly, holding out his hand for her to take. Anarríma hesitated. Would this be it? Thranduil’s solution to their problem, never to be mentioned again? It was worth a try, she decided, stepping forward and taking his hand, letting him lead her to his desk. Anarríma felt her hands shaking as she gripped the edge of the desk, digging her nails into the wood as one of Thranduil’s hands applied pressure between her shoulder blades, forcing her to lay down, face pressed against the cold surface of the desk.

“Count them for me,” he commanded icily. Anarríma was still too frozen to say anything as she felt the cool air hit her legs as the King moved her dress out of the way, bunching it up around her waist. She almost jumped as she felt the warmth of Thranduil’s palm against her backside, gently caressing her. Her reaction made him chuckle cruelly. Torturing her was too easy. “Do you have anything to say for yourself before we begin?” he taunted. Was he seriously expecting her to apologize to him again? Ana refused and before she was able to adjust to the absence of the comforting weight of his hand, it was replaced by a sharp sting that made her wince. “One,” the Queen whispered.

He seemed to become harsher as her punishment went on, Anarríma thought. Or maybe it was the precision of every slap landing on exactly the same spot broken up by his gentle caresses that caused the intensifying pain. It was amid the counting and the yelps and gasps she attempted to hold back that Anarríma realised that the tears running down her cheeks were not the only thing that was wet. It felt wrong to be turned on by this. As if her body was betraying her. “One more,” Thranduil’s voice brought her back into the moment, “you’re doing so good for me.” The pain of the final slap felt good, the Queen decided. Still, she would never admit it out loud.

“Ten,” she finished her counting, attempting to push herself off the desk, but finding herself being pushed back down. “Not so fast,” Thranduil scolded. “But you said-” “I know what I said, there is just something I need to check first.” Just as the Queen was about to ask him what he meant, she felt his hand slide between her thighs. Shit. There was no way of hiding it from him anymore. He wiped his fingers on her thigh and allowed her to rise, grabbing her waist to turn her around. She was blushing furiously, looking down at her feet, letting the skirt of her dress fall again, pretending to smooth out the wrinkles.

“Ana,” Thranduil drew out the first syllable of her name, “did you enjoy your punishment?” The Queen did not know how to react, choosing to simply continue feigning interest in her clothes. He hooked a finger under her jaw, tilting up her face until she met his penetrating gaze. She shook her head slowly, causing him to grin maliciously. “Liar.” Anarríma finally let out the giggles she had been holding back, taking a small step forward and resting her head against her husband’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head atop hers. “Do you think we’ll be alright?” she whispered after a while, almost inaudibly. Thranduil sighed contently. “Of course we will.”

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HC’s for Post Option C Trikey

Hey, everyone! This is nothing too formal or well written— just some thoughts put down. All mistakes are mine because I didn’t reread this at all. Trigger warnings for mentions of violence and canon compliant themes. Here’s some Trikey + a bit of Amanda/Mike/T friendship.

Michael and Amanda’s divorce is rather amicable despite years of prior arguing.

Neither want to admit their marriage is over—both worried about the kids’ reactions. But they know it’s in everyone’s best interest.

Amanda moves out of the house, opting for a beach front property like she once asked Michael for months before.

Mike decides to stay at the house for now, even if it reminds him of what a lonely, washed-up jock he really is.

It doesn’t matter, though, because he’s never home. Instead, he spends his time at the movie studio, threatening actors and crew alike (because old habits die hard, right?).

If he accidentally hits too hard and the actor just doesn’t wake up…well, who can blame him?

The rest of his time is spent in the company of Franklin, Trevor, and Lamar.

“Jesus, sugar tits. You finally have time for us outside of kissing Solomon Richards’ ass.”

“Oh, bite me, T,” Michael says, rolling his eyes as he slides into the backseat of Franklin’s car. “I’ve been busy doing my job on set.”

“Well, sorry! I didn’t realize I was in the presence of a huge celebrity.”

Franklin slams on the brakes, the car coming to a halt in front of the stoplight. “Man, if y’all two don’t shut the fuck up, I’m dropping you both off.”

In hindsight, maybe things don’t seem that different between him and Trevor after The Big One. But he knows something has changed.

Trevor’s insults and quips don’t pack as much punch; they don’t leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

And Michael? Well, he stops regulates how many times he calls his former running buddy a psycho.

Their tentative friendship rebuilds for the most part, but there’s still an added component that neither party wants to speak aloud. That, or maybe it was a returning feeling resurfacing from their youth.

Either way, Michael tries to let it go and focus on making himself semi-happy for once. However, he doesn’t factor in until later that maybe he’s been so damn unhappy for the last 10 years because of a certain murderous, incest-loving hipster.

Michael feels his heart jump out of his skin as he turns around to see Trevor leaning against the glass outside of his house. He watches Trevor give a small salute before walking over to let the taller man in.

“You can’t knock on the front door like a normal human being?” Michael asks, his voice dripping with mild annoyance. “What am I saying? Of course you can’t.”

“For your information, pork chop,” Trevor starts, walking straight past Michael to look through his fridge, “I do this to keep you young— keep you on your toes.”

He watches Trevor pull out the soup container they made a few days prior while hanging out. Like a reflex, he opens the drawer and pulls out two spoons while they wait for it to heat up in the microwave.

“Yeah, whatever. What are you even doing here anyway?”

“Can’t a guy come see his best friend without there being a reason? Not all of us are looking to gain something from their relationships, sugar.”

Michael sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “God, T. When are you going to let it go? Just once I’d like to spend time with you without thinking of our past. I said I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Trevor’s eyes find his, and surprisingly, there’s nothing but understanding in them. They hold each other’s gaze a moment too long until the microwave’s beeps fill the quiet room.

Their companionship settles into a routine that even surprises Michael himself. Food will be cooked together, movies will be watched, bikers will be shot (you can’t blame Mike for getting involved sometimes most times— it’s in his blood).

The taller man’s presence becomes so normal in Michael’s life that even Jimmy and Tracey aren’t surprised to see Trevor walking throughout the house when they’re visiting.

If Michael didn’t know any better, he’d say the kids even missed their uncle— enough to visit the Rockford Hills house even when Mike himself wasn’t there.

“Argh! This game fucking sucks!”

Michael’s lips twitch into a small smile as he heads up the stairs towards Jimmy’s room. The sight in front of him doesn’t surprise him all that much considering Trevor’s cursing could likely be heard from across the street.

Michael stops at his son’s doorway, watching him and Trevor furiously tapping on controllers to try and shoot the on-screen targets.

“Uncle T,” Jimmy pipes up, cringing at the screen. “You’re standing too close to the bomb, you’re going die if you don’t—”

The blood of Trevor’s character splatters across the screen before Jimmy starts laughing uncontrollably.

“Shut the fuck up, kid! C’mon, Mikey. Let’s go do something actually worth our time.”

Michael chuckles, reaching over to fist bump Jimmy, before leaving the room with Trevor.

He’s not sure when it happened—or why— but every time he looks at Trevor and his kids while they’re together, he can’t help but think of them as a family.

Sure, Trevor is already family. His kids call him Uncle T for a reason. But that’s not what Michael means. He sees them as his family. Trevor, Michael, Jimmy, and Tracey— a family.

It could be the people of Los Santos getting inside his brain with their comments and assumptions. Every time the pair go out with the kids, there’s at least one person who calls them a “two-dad family.”

For some reason, though, it doesn’t bother Michael like it used to. He doesn’t feel guilty anymore, like he’s cheating on Amanda.

After realizing that, it hit him harder than Martin Madrazo’s baseball bat. He loves Trevor. He’s in love with Trevor, and he probably always has been. Why else would he feel like he’s doing something wrong to Mandy every time he’s with him?

He doesn’t want to even think about telling his friend, but he also knows he wants to be done keeping secrets from him forever. And apparently, he’s done keeping secrets from everyone.

“Dad,” Jimmy starts off nervously from his side of the couch. “So, like, can I ask you something?”

Michael shoots him a weary look. “If this is about me buying you that new game, I already told you no Jim.”

“No, no. Nothing like that. It’s more, ya know, personal.”

The silence drags on as Michael waits for Jimmy to continue, but he never does. “Spit it out already.”

“Look, are you and Uncle T, like, closer than you were before the divorce? You know, closer. Because, like, that’s totally cool with me. I have gay friends now, and I guess it’s better than you staying with mom and cheating. Maybe you and uncle T can, ya know, keep each other alive and shit but—”

“What? Jim! No! Trevor and I aren’t…”

Jimmy interrupts him. “But you want to be?”

“When did you get so observant all of a sudden? You sound like a fuckin’ psychologist.”

“Well, pop, you raised me in Los Santos.”

Jimmy, much to Michael’s embarrassment, prodded at him until he agreed to talk to Trevor about the “issue.”

It takes Michael another month, plus one more terribly uncomfortable conversation with Jimmy, to confess to Trevor.

“Christ, T. I think it’s possible that maybe…”

“I’ll be dead by the time you finish your sentence, sugar.”

Michael sighs. “Have you ever thought that there might be more to this?”

“More—” Trevor groans. “Can you just say what you mean for once in your life?”

“I love you, you asshole.”

Horns honking and police sirens can be heard from outside as the room becomes eerily quiet. Before Michael can truly panic, Trevor leans forward so fast that Mike’s sure he’s about to slam his head into his nose, but the searing pain never comes.

Instead, Trevor’s lips push against his while his hands tug Michael’s hair to bring him closer.

It’s cliché. It’s really fucking cliché. But, for once, Michael feels like he’s doing something right for a change.

“I love you, Mikey.”

After that, not much changes really. The only difference is that, now, when Trevor comes over after a long day of doing God knows what, Michael gets to sit on the couch wasting away with his boyfriend’s head lazily rested on his shoulder.

Or, sometimes, between his legs.

Telling Franklin and Lamar ended up being easy. Neither was all that surprised. In fact, Lamar even tried to start a bet once about when they’d “stop sucking as people and start sucking each other,” but Franklin put a stop to that real quick.

Other than that, Frank was supportive.

“I’m happy for you, dog. Maybe now you’ll stop being so miserable.”

Michael smirks. “I don’t know, but I think this is a good start.”

Telling Amanda and the kids was…interesting.

Jimmy, of course, knew already. But he was surprised that his dad actually grew the balls to do it.

Tracey was a little more shocked; she always thought the jokes about her dad and Uncle T were just that— jokes. Plus, she worried that her dad had been cheating before with him, but they assured her that wasn’t the case.

Tracey tried to act a little stubborn just in case her mom wasn’t okay with the relationship, but she was secretly happy for them.

Amanda, having found her own happiness outside of Michael, took it rather well too.

“This just started, right? You weren’t…together…during our marriage?”

“No, Mand,” Michael reassures her before sparing a glance at Trevor who is across the room talking to Tracey and Jim. “I only just realized it.”

“Well, I always wondered why on Earth you would stick by his side through some of the shit he has done,” Amanda says, her voice growing softer. “And now I know.”

Michael lets his gaze move back to his ex-wife’s. “I’m sorry I was such a prick to you.”

“I wasn’t perfect either.”

He’s about to respond when he feels a hand land on his shoulder. He looks up to see Trevor hovering above him while looking at Amanda.

“Hey,” Trevor points a finger at her. “You better accept his apology or I’ll be hearing about it for the rest of the year.”

Michael watches Amanda actually crack a smile towards Trevor. “He was always really miserable. But, lucky for me, he’s your problem now.”

Michael scoffs. “Hello, I’m right here!”

“Yeah, we know. It’s hard to miss you, pork chop.”

Despite Trevor’s remarks, Michael can hear the man’s smile as he walks back over to join Tracey and Jim, and that makes the sides of his lips curl into a small smile too.

“I’m not going to say I understand it completely,” Amanda admits. “But if you’re happy, then I’m glad.”

“I am. I think I finally am.”

#trikey #michael de santa #michael townley #trevor philips

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My firefighter!Bradley and naval aviator!Jake AU might be silly and a bit cracky but in all seriousness, I like to think that after they've been together for a few years and Jake retires from the Navy, they'd work together - aerial firefighting is an Actual Thing in California and I like to think they'd pair up to fly tactical for CAL FIRE or other company that is outsourcing for them.

Bradley would advance from Lieutenant to Captain and Jake would retire as a Commander, maybe, and they would both qualify to fly OV-10 Bronco.

Tactical pilots usually work with Fire Captains -- they, to simplify things, fly the plane while the captain takes account of the fire patterns on the ground (direction, spread speed, weak spots, wind changes, potential residential areas to evacuate, etc) and then fly over the flames from higher up so the captain can guide the airtanker's water drops.

I like to think it'd be Jake's idea. He'd get a promotion offer to Captain but with that promotion would come moving to Virginia and Bradley's whole life was in California - his parents, his family, twenty years of a career in SDFD, his childhood memories. So when he tells Bradley, he just kind of shuts off, congratulates him and says he's proud of him but it's clear he's given up already. He doesn't want to be bitter about it b/c Jake is obviously happy about it but it feels like an inevitable end for him.

Even if he did want to move, Jake knew that he'd most likely have to start from the bottom of the ladder if he switched to a fire department in VA and that's if at the time they'd have recruitment open. All his hard work would just be gone and he'd just have Jake to compensate for all the things he sacrificed.

And over the years they had multiple arguments about how Jake doesn't treat Bradley's job as equal to his own just because Bradley doesn't have deployments or orders that are set in stones (i.e. how the first Christmas Jake wasn't deployed, Bradley had a shift and wouldn't call out even if he could b/c his crew was counting on him or how he couldn't pick Jake up from the airport when he got stuck at five alarm fire) so just thinking about asking Bradley to leave his whole life behind to stay with Jake brings a sour taste to his mouth.

And in the end, Jake doesn't think it's worth it. Sure, his pension will be lower and he won't make it to admiral like he thought he'd when he went to the academy, but his flying time would be cut anyway and in all honesty, the thought of settling down makes him much happier than being stuck at the other end of the country with occasional video call from Bradley and no other family in his proximity. They wanted to have kids eventually and he didn't want to be a dad that just kind of comes around six weeks a year and leaves all the hard work of raising kids to his partner.

Obviously, he'd have to find some type of work and he doesn't really have much of any idea aside from that he wants to keep flying. Airline pilot seems boring since it's all so automated and private sector is kind of hit or miss and financially unstable. Flight instructor would be a good one if he was a bit more patient but he isn't.

Two weeks before he has to make a decision, Bradley volunteers to take a crew from his station to help with the wildfires up north. He kits out, Jake drives him to the station so he can take the spare fire truck without leaving his car in the parking lot for days. Jake gives him a kiss goodbye and tells him he'll visit the camp with some snacks and pick-me-up things for the crew.

For the first time since they've got together, Bradley tells him not to bother.

It's kind of heartbreaking so Jake decides to ignore it and drives up to the main camp anyway. Bradley is out on a trail with a crew so Jake just waits.

Then wind changes and he hears that Bradley's crew got cornered up the hill. The next five hours is the worst five hours of his life.

Finally, a Super Huey lands in the camp and Bradley, sooted up so badly his yellow jacket is basically black, with red, teary eyes, steps down out of the helicopter's cockpit. Doesn't even let Jake hug him because I'm covered in carcinogens, baby, you stay away until I have a shower.

He does take a shower and Jake follows him to the bathroom, not letting him out of his sight. Jake asks what happened and Bradley says something along the lines of thank god for aerial firefighting and Jake has a lightbulb moment.

The next morning, Bradley is sent out again and Jake stays in the camp, helping around as much as he can. It gets a bit dead when all the crews are sent out so to take his mind off Bradley being god knows where after he almost burned to a crisp yesterday, Jake starts to research aerial firefighting, bumps into info about tactical pilots, has another lightbulb moment.

Declines the promotion offer while still waiting on Bradley to come back to the main camp.

#hangster #ignition tag #tgm #I'm sick and too tired to tag this properly sorry #i needed to write it b4 going back to sleep #good night

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