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jealous over a friend.txt

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━ linked to: "he's a friend of a friend" and "crushing on a friend"

NAMJOON: The smile is present but the eyes scream murder and once he puts a hand on your shoulder, you stiffen. Not because he makes you uncomfortable, well, perhaps just a little, after all the poisoned aura is streaming from him in pungent waves. Be that as it may, you stiffen more so because of the implications behind the seemingly minuscule gesture. Why do it at all? One time? Sure. But this was not a rare occurrence anymore. Still, you don't discuss it. Both of you observe this rather intricate though entirely mute ritual - he acts like your lover but isn't and neither of you ever dare to bring it up. At most, there are fifteen stifled minutes where both of you stand awkwardly in each other’s presence. Afterwards, it's discarded and you go back to being Namjoon and ______________. Whatever that means.

And frankly you're sick of it.

You shrug his hand off your shoulder and loudly proclaim that no, you're not ready to leave yet. Instantly his eyes narrow and if feasible there'd be smoke coming from his nostrils.

"We arrived together."

"Does that mean we leave together as well?"

The person you've scarcely flirted with has already long disappeared into the depths of yet another one of Namjoon's cement post-modern art exhibitions despite you both not noticing. This isn't about them. It's about Namjoon and _____________ and what does that mean.

Huffing a breath of barely contained ire, he continues, trying to sound softer.

"It's safer if we stick together."

It's late afternoon as you trail down an abandoned side street. The golden sun is slowly sinking below the horizon and though the air is warm it's unperturbed by conversation. You listened to him in the end. Why do you always listen to him?

Your depressed sigh doesn't go unnoticed. Namjoon’s head quirks in your direction, you can see so from the corner of the eye.

"They weren't the right one for you," he mutters, almost like an afterthought.

"Then who is? You never like anyone I do," you snap back. He opens his mouth as though ready to say the definitive answer but somewhere in the seconds before his gaze lifts off the cobbled ground to stare at your face only to return back to the ground, the reply is lost.

"I don't know," his fists come up to curl by his side. "Just...someone else."

YOONGI: The yearly get away among dearly beloved and wonderful friends, Sae's words not yours, was not going how you'd planned it. First of all, it was once again Yoongi, the Special Presidential Envoy Min Yoongi, who volunteered to drive your directionally insane ass to the storybook cabin deep in Gangwon province. As if sensing that the last two times meeting each other face to face was not enough of an embarrassing ordeal, he just had to be so chivalrous and offer to pick you up. And sure the last time wasn't...that bad but he was after all Min Yoongi. No matter how many times he'd inexplicably texted you over the course of this bizarre year, it didn't change the fundamental fact - he was Min Yoongi and you were you.

Maybe he'd realised that as well because as it stood he appeared on the very brink of hurling. Lips turned downward and gaze set numbly on the floor, he sits in the far edge of the patio and looks positively disgusted. The change of moods is so jarring, you can't hear a word what Drew is saying. You like Drew, perhaps once upon a time a bit too much, but currently you find yourself wishing they'd just shut it.

"He looks sick," they point out quietly, briefly making eyes at Yoongi. "Does he have a stomach flu?"

"I don't know," you honestly shrug. "We were talking some thirty minutes ago and everything was fine."

"Maybe you should go ask him?"

Your eyes widen and much like Edvard Munch painting you gape at Drew, jaw growing slack.

"Me?" you parrot, scandalised. "Why me?!"

"Because he talks to you the most?" Drew answers, equally befuddled.

You turn towards Yoongi, accidentally clutching the glass so tightly it makes an audible squeak and feeling the weight of your stare, he meets it head on. Then he swivels away.

"He probably hates me," you lament. "I get it. I went on a long ramble about hues of green colour on the way over here. Hatred is understandable."

"Hmm, does he?" Drew hums cryptically. "I rather think it's me he dislikes."

"You?" you query with a furrowed brow. "What have you done?"

"I'm talking to you, am I not?"

"I don't get it," you mutter after a moment of consideration.

Once Drew leaves for the night, to your surprise, Yoongi stops by and offers to drive you back, even to the airport once the vacation is over. And while technically you were supposed to hitch with Sae and the rest, your mouth is faster than the brain and you blur a breathy agreement.

Curiously, he doesn't appear disgusted in the slightest, in fact, Yoongi gives you a diffident smile, softly ghosting his fingers across your palm to tug you onto one of the many plush seats laying around on the patio. You're tired, says he, he'd noticed.

JIN: "What...was that?" you question curiously at Jin's retreating back. He blinks at you, feigning utter innocence but the displeased scrunch of his nose tells you a very different story. One might even say a polar opposite.

"What was what?" he mimics your confusion with frustrating level of acted ignorance. "Did you think anything weird was going on? 'Cause I didn't. All is cool."

Jin who previously had to get bubbled off a bottle of champagne to even say sorry to you had just guided you out of the room, hand around waist and all, after bidding a polite yet cutting to a faceless stranger: "thank you for the flattery, they're however taken. Try again never".

Yes, safe to say, it was a bit weird.

The longer the weight of your undivided stare settles upon his shoulders, the more he crumbles.

"He was making you uncomfortable, wasn't he?" he whines, affronted if the pout was any indication.

"Well, yeah, but I doubt you could see it across the mile long hallway," you smile at him, curiosity eating you whole. The action was...uncharacteristic for Jin. Though lately he'd been acting quite weird. Like he was holding some big and grave secret that he could hardly contain within himself.

"Well, I did," he scorns, kissing his teeth in annoyance. "Now buy me a drink."

"Buy you a drink?" you echo disbelievingly. "It's my birthday!"

"And we're celebrating the collective good," Jin throws you a wayward glare over his broad shoulder. "You and me. We need nothing more."

You're rather inclined to agree though you don't voice it out loud. Jin had this weird habit of going beetroot read whenever you said something too sweet.

HOSEOK: "You're hanging out with Hoseok? You?" the level of surprise in Nall's voice is almost insulting so you react to it as such. Giving her your driest glare, you flick a strand of hair away from the eyes.

"Yes, me. I don't see what you're fussing so much about."

"Oh come on!" she protests. "I had to swear in blood-"

"It was cranberry jam."

"-that I won't even bring him up in conversation and now you're friends?!"

"Yeah well," you retort off-handedly over the shoulder. "He accidentally met me on the street and we ate together and now we're...friendly. He's cool," the last part you keep largely to yourself. "Do you like this shirt?"

"The shirt is sick!" Was the first thing out of Hoseok's mouth, once you spot the tuft of his dyed hair from a distance. You bid a quiet thank you, forcing a stiff smile upon your lips. Okay, so perhaps you weren't as easy going with him as you projected to Naal but he really was cool. In the relatively span of time you actually talked to him in a friendly manner, you saw the invisible albeit sturdy wall between both of you thinning and although Hoseok noticed it as well he never pushed you to break it. You went at your own pace and he was glad to tag by.

The conversations flows easy, it's not particularly deep but it's fine for now. He relies on the advice he feels comfortable asking for and you divulge little worries that have piled along the way. It's all good for now.

"Any special plans for the weekend?" The festival is coming up," he remarks in between bites of crispy glazed chicken. It's good, he had shared a piece.

"Oh, I'm going on a date."

The movement of Hoseok's hand stops and you lift your head to see what caused the change.

"Really?" he inquires politely, somewhat disinterested. "With whom?"

"Don't know yet," you shrug. "Nall set me up with one of her dancing partners. What about the festival? You're going to that one."

Hoseok gifts a smile that feels a bit too stiff for your liking but you shrug it off. Not like you knew him all that well.

"No," he says suspiciously light. "Reconsidered."

JIMIN: "What am I only supposed to talk to you?!"

"Yes! No one else! Just me!"

You draw a shuddering sigh of tightly congealed wrath, glaring Jimin down with all the world's disdain.

"Fuck you."

Oh, how you wished that it would be the triumphant march of victory that you'd walk home with but, alas, it's more of a sad, tired shuffle where the only thing you see is the soulless city concrete and the only thing you feel is the ever surmounting mound of self-disgust.

Jimin's bright, you're dim, he's warm, you're cold. Different people worked out only in theory, in reality they walked their respective opposite ways. Had they not, would magnets not push each other away?

You don't think you're making sense anymore so you shake your head and numbly walk through the quiet doors of your home. With Jimin having spent all his free time here, seeing the dark shroud the hallway is almost disconcerting though once it was an all too familiar of a sight.

To recall that once upon a time he couldn't even properly glimpse at you. That he'd been nothing more than the yet antoher stranger Malia wanted to give the world to. The tone with which he'd spoken with you then had been reserved and polite. Where had that gone to? And why didn't you stop loving him no matter how hard you wanted to? Getting over Jimin in the unspoken suffocating empty space of your imagination was hard enough, why did he have to be so-!

A knock on the door.

Who else.

"You have a key," you open the door and grumble without a fail but he shrugs, hands deep in pockets and that guilty, though tad sharp expression mars his face.

"I wanted you to let me in."

"Are you going to say sorry?"

"No," his eyes darken, plush lips speaking words that drip down like honey but burn all the same. "I'm not sharing you with some sleazy asshole."

The thing about Jimin as you had learned was that there were great many parts of him, entangled and overlapping each other not unlike a twisted knot of wires. He could simultaneously be soft and fierce about the same thing like the way he is now - gazing at you determined from the other side of the open door.

"You're always so jealous," you roll your eyes, pretending that there isn't a part of you that giggles like a schoolchild over his hunger for your attention.

"Yes, I am," spitefully, he agrees, lifting one eyebrow. "What are you going to do about it?"

You stand mutely, slowly realizing that there couldn't be a march of victory to begin with as you never could have won. Like a spider made of well-meaning intentions and genuine care, he twists you around his ringed fingers. And you're so screwed.

"We're still friends, right?" he asks, prideful at first glance but you know how vulnerable his heart is underneath the glimmering, hardened armor of his that's neither a mask or a facade. His strength is not an illusion but a part of him. A part of him you love, though you'd rather die on the spot than let your mind wander on scenarios of possibilities.

At last, you give in, tired but sated in a way. You're still friends and he's here, you don't need anything else.

"Of course, we are," you sigh, stepping out the way and happily, Jimin slides in the slippers he'd lugged all the way from his house. "Though you infuriate me like fucking no one else."

You turn to glide into the kitchen, quickly finding that the greedy, beloved spider of yours has wrapped his hands around you, nosing pacifyingly at the back of your neck.

TAEHYUNG: "Just call him."

The sound of Jae's exasperated tone pulls you away from the dutiful task of staring numbly at the phone.

"Didn't you plead the fifth?" you snide. But this is Jae and he cannot be so easily offended.

"I did, I did," sagely, he nods along. "Being caught up in this emotionally constipated friends to lovers shtick between my two besties is bad for the skin."

"We're not-" heatedly, you begin but it is quickly interrupted by a stern:

"Don't fool yourself."

You leave the room, phone still in hand.

Taehyung's confession hadn't been at all surprising - you were not stupid, however it did not make it any easier to accept. He was after all Kim Taehyung and the evolution of your relationship with him from that awkward first car ride was boggling enough, to transform into lovers was just...too much.

"You don't know what you're saying."

"I'm an adult," he glared at you across the candle lit table. "Don't rob me of my agency. I know what I feel."

You wet your lips, struggling and failing to come up with something both pointed and profound.

"Listen," he began anew, softer, maybe even tired in a way. "I'm not forcing you to love me back. I'm not out here demanding your affection."

You lift an eyebrow at him and instantly he concedes.

"Well, maybe a little but you know what I mean," he admitted with the very corners of the lips curling into a dry smile. "I'm not going to dictate how you should feel but in return I ask that you don't either. I promise I won't bother your peace of mind, just let me love you and if you ever decide to reciprocate, I'll be here waiting."

Before the full weight of his confession had the time to make you utterly breathless, grimly, almost like an afterthought, he added:

"Though I won't pretend to be happy when you're with someone else. I'm sorry I just can't."

You have to give him that, he'd been up front about it hence why you can't really blame him. The unexpected re-emergence of your ex looking for a reconciliation had left Taehyung mute and sullen as he quickly hopped on a plane and left for overseas. Being a stubborn person yourself you dug your heels in, proclaiming that you won't entertain his tantrums but..

But you missed him.

When at last you broke down and called well into the night, he picked up immediately as though waiting all this time. You ignored the way your heart trembled at the thought of it.

Instead of a greeting there's a forlorn "I missed you" spoken in an absolute sync. You chuckle mirthlessly and so does he yet silence follows suit.

"You left," you accuse meekly. Vulnerable.

"I did," Taehyung hums, sounding tired of all things. "I couldn't stand seeing you get together with them again. I wish...I could be better for you."

"You're plenty of good," heatedly, you argue.

"Am I?" he echoes thoughtfully and you find yourself wishing you could gage what his expression was like. "I'm jealous and petty, and childish. You know that."

"So? No one's faultless."

I'm certainly not, you think to yourself. Had you been, you'd probably tell him that lately you've been liking him some different way than what you think friends should be. It's something, you don't know what it is.

"Are you going to get back together?" he asks tersely and, despite him not being able to see it, you shake your head.

"No," because of you.

And despite you not being able to see it, somewhere in the gilded hotel room that's as luxurious as it is lonely, Taehyung closes his eyes, pressing the phone to his ear, pining, yearning, wanting so much he wants to cry. Because of you. But he'll wait. Is it what he should do? Perhaps not but no one is after all faultless.

JUNGKOOK: "No."

"But-!"

"As your best friend-"

"You're not."

He casts a heavy glare over the rim of the glass.

"As your best friend," he reiterates strongly so there's no misinterpretation from your end. "You should just dump them."

"I cannot just do it over a text!"

"Sure, you can," Jungkook shrugs carelessly. "Undoubtedly it's an asshole move but the bitch deserves it."

"Jungkook!"

"What?!" he whines with the whole of his body, a familiar grimace of frown marring his features. Ever since you got together with your partner, he was nothing short of a storm cloud, glaring and raining on all the parade's happening around. "They stood you up - how many times? How many times you fought and they ignored you? How many times they threw a fuss about us going somewhere together?!" he scoffs harshly. "How possessive."

"Ever so self-aware, Koo," you roll your eyes, prompting him to examine you with earnest confusion.

"What do you mean? I happen to be extremely self-aware!"

"And jealous and possessive not to mention overly protect-"

"This is not shit on me day," he flicks your forehead, interrupting the long laundry list you've had simmering on the backburner for months now. The most annoying thing about Jungkook, and you don't tell him this, was that he managed to make those qualities a point of problem you closed your eyes upon.

"Well, of course, that's on Wednesday," rubbing the sore spot, you gruff, watching him down a sizeable chicken drumstick with no problem whatsoever. The already dour expression grows worse, forehead creasing into rows upon rows of deeply etched wrinkles. You smile to yourself. You knew he would like this place.

"Why did you never like them?" you question curiously after a moment of relative peace in which you'd been prodding disinterestedly at the chocolate mousse. "You're both quite alike actually."

"Yeah, but I actually lo-" he stops in midsentence, eyes stretching wide and for the lack of better term he does look like a deer caught in headlights - staring, absolutely frightened in front of him and not daring to move.

"Anyway, break up with them," he suddenly continues coolly as though nothing ever happened. "Write it in the sky if needed, I'll sponsor the event."

"You're so heinous," you mutter though he is right and the break up text clanging around your skull like a broken teleprompter has been nagging you enough. You'll break up. You want to do so.

"I don't share," he chews on the chicken, frowning full force. "What's mine is mine."

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 11 months

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Inspired by that one Heart Hunter interaction with Julian, how would the M6 react to a MC who's way stronger then they look?

Btw i seriously have to thank you for everything you do. Seeing you post puts the biggest gein on my face every time, you're awesome!!

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC is stronger than they look

~ yes. Just ... yes. yes. thank you. and also, thank you for the compliment! knowing that people enjoy my ideas puts the biggest grin on my face too! cheers to you anon - brainrot ~

Julian

He was already very much in love with you before, but DAMN

He does not have enough room in his body for this level of attraction. The first time you display your surprising amount of strength he just about melts into the floor

For such a tall guy, he doesn't have that much mass on him, so having you around is a whole new version of things he didn't know he needed in his life

Pickle jar? He's asking you to open it. Something fell under the couch? He's asking you to lift one end while he bends over to retrieve it

Malak must have dragged his eyepatch back there, silly raven

Any chance to watch you be strong, really

He also adores the chance to get a good feel for your abilities up close, so you can expect him to be a lot more clumsy when you're around

Suddenly he can't step over anything without tripping and falling. He is not safe around stairs, doorsteps, cobblestones, or even that one kitchen tile apparently

He just likes the way you catch him

Asra

They knew post-recovery that you weren't physically weak, but they had no idea just how strong you had gotten

Until he randomly decided to get an overstuffed neon tie-dye couch to go under the window and you managed to get it up the stairs almost completely by yourself

They were completely caught off guard and are now very curious about exactly how strong you are

If you're willing, he'll ask you to lift heavier and heavier things each day until he gets an idea of how much you can manage

They also love to tease, so this is going to be their cue to baby their strong, capable beloved

You could be restocking a part of the shop and he'll take a crate of feathers from your hands and coo at you while he carries it to the next set of shelves

They love seeing you shine, though, so they won't hesitate to ask you for help with something heavy or invite you to try something physically impressive

He just adores everything about you, what else is there to say?

Nadia

The first time she sees your strength her eyebrows nearly meet her hairline. She is very, very impressed

She's stuck between not wanting to make you self-conscious and asking you to do it again so she can watch more closely this time

She'll end up asking you to do it again and then be uncharacteristically distracted for the next fifteen minutes

Will eventually ask why you're so strong

Is it the diet? The lifestyle? The magic use? A spell? The side effects of having the body of an Arcana? Being a shopkeep? A mysterious exercise regimen?

Now that she knows what you're capable of, she'll invite you to join her for more physically demanding tasks

If you didn't know how to fence before, you're about to learn. If weapons aren't your preference, she'll pick up boxing with you

She's not the type to brag but she does like to show off things that she believes are worth praising

She's going to ask you to carry lots of heavy things whenever her sisters are around

Muriel

You have no idea how relieved he is not to be the only significantly strong person in the room anymore

Do you know how awkward it is for him?

Don't get him wrong, he loves to help, but it's a little intimidating when every eye in the room turns to him as soon as someone pulls out a stubborn jar

And it gets even worse when all the attention makes him sweat and he keeps losing his grip

Now he can turn and look at you instead and his hands can stay dry

If you're up for it, he really appreciates the extra set of muscle around the woods. Sometimes the big, old trees fall across the paths, and while he can manage on his own, it's much easier with you around

He secretly loves it when you show a slight competitive side

It's fun to unnecessarily move a boulder across the clearing just to wait for you to not-so-subtly try to lift it yourself a few hours later

He has to be careful though, because he might choose something too heavy and then feel guilty when you pull your shoulder

Portia

Ilya was feeling petty when he stopped by earlier, which means he put a bunch of things on the top shelf again, and she's on her toes trying to reach them because she doesn't like using the stool, and -

Oh, that's so much easier, how are you able to pick her up like she doesn't weigh anything at all?!?

She's read about this in some of the fairy tale novels in the palace library and now she's even more convinced that you came straight out of a book

Mysterious? Magical? A partner in crime? A partner in crime who can dramatically carry her to safety? Be still her beating heart

She will ask you recreate scenes with her out of curiosity. What's it really like to be princess carried around the house? Can you uproot a small tree with your bare hands?

If a shipment of something heavy comes in she'll drag you to the back entrance to see if you can lift it (and to show off who she's dating to the palace staff)

She's also surprisingly strong, so heaven forbid someone ticks you both off during introductions on an ambassador visit. Those handshakes are going to hurt

Lucio

He likes to think that he's the brawn to your brains in your relationship, so when he sees you with both he's not sure how to react

Does he want to test his strength against yours and prove himself? Yes. Does he also want to receive the princess treatment? Yes

He'll go back and forth on how to proceed

Maybe he'll challenge you to an arm wrestle and let you win so you have to promise to protect him if anything happens

Maybe he'll just use his gauntlet to point out that yeah, you're strong, but he bets you can't do THIS (... oopsie)

A few broken tables later he finds that teaching you to fight is much better. He gets to admire your strength up close and still show off what he's good at

He also gets to give back, in a way. You've contributed so much to his growth as a person, now he has the chance to help you flourish too

He will brag about you in every town you stop by until the stories he tells become rumors that turn into legends

You're tired of disappointing new friends when you can't split a mountain in two with a flick of your wrist

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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bakuliwrites · 7 months

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M6 and Jealousy

Here is another set of Arcana headcanons from my old blog! The devs talked about how they'd rank the M6 from least to most jealous in this post here, if you are curious :)

Asra is not a jealous person. He's just too laid back. If he sees you talking to someone else at a party or if a customer flirts with you in the shop, he trusts you enough to know that nothing is going to happen.

He'll get protective of you if someone is bothering you, though. If you're getting unwanted attention from someone, Asra absolutely will step in to protect you. He'll get this sharp glint in his eyes as he approaches the person. It's a little jarring at first, haha. Asra might not be intimidating in stature, but he's pretty skilled with his words. He'll overwhelm the other person with his dazzling rhetoric and cutting insults. His sassiness will deter anyone who won't leave you alone.

If you tend to get jealous, Asra might be a bit perplexed at first. He's never given you any indication that he's interested in anyone else, so he tries to reassure you that you have nothing to worry about. It's something he likes to talk through with you and try to come up with a solution about. It's never his intention to hurt you.

Nadia can get kind of jealous sometimes. Not wildly jealous, but if she sees someone flirting with you, or she thinks you're flirting with someone else, she might get upset.

When Nadia gets jealous, she tends to get distant. She might give you the cold shoulder or cast withering glares at whoever is flirting with you. But she also wants to make sure she's there for you if someone is bothering you. If someone is really getting up in your face, she'll swoop in to protect you. She is not going to tolerate someone bugging you, at all. Her commanding presence alone will drive off any unwanted attention.

If you tend to get jealous, Nadia will understand a bit more than Asra. She'll try to reason things out with you and reassure you that you have nothing to fear. People are often intimidated by her, and her cool confidence is typically enough to shut down any flirting from others. But if something does happen, she'll take you aside and privately discuss how you're feeling. She's good about checking in with you.

Julian, much like Asra, does not get jealous easily. On the rare occasion that he does, he might pout and wallow for a little bit, but he'll perk back up when he realizes he's got nothing to fear.

Again, much like Asra, Julian will throw-down for you if someone isn't leaving you alone. He's not above starting (and finishing) a tavern brawl for his beloved. He'll throw punches and hurl creative insults at whoever is bugging you. Even in the midst of a fight, he's pretty light hearted about it. But he takes protecting you very seriously and you can be settled in the fact that he'll always be there for you.

If you tend to be jealous, Julian might feel uncomfortable. On the one hand, he might think it's kind of cute at first, but if you are really upset, he'll be at a loss. He doesn't ever want to hurt your feelings. He's just a naturally flirty person (the man would flirt with a wall if there was no one else around to talk to). He'd try to reassure you that you're the only one for him, but I think it would be hard for him to turn down his natural charm.

Portia is the most jealous of the bunch (something the devs mentioned, I think). She isn't going to tolerate someone flirting with you or you flirting with someone else.

Portia isn't toxic about it by any means. She just gets really hurt when she sees your attention is being monopolized by somebody else. She starts to feel a bit insecure about her place in your life and will wonder if maybe she's not good enough. She'll start to shut down and fold in on herself. But as long as you reassure her and give her lots of hugs and kisses and talk things through, Portia will ultimately be okay. She doesn't have anything to fear from you and you want to make sure she knows that.

If you tend to get jealous, Portia will absolutely understand, since she feels that way as well. She'll try to do the same for you that you do for her: hugs, kisses, reassurances, and talking things out. She'll never intentionally flirt with anyone and if someone is flirting with her, she tries to shut it down pretty quickly.

Muriel is pretty middle of the road when it comes to jealousy. I think he doesn't get jealous too terribly often, but when he does, it really confuses him. He doesn't quite know how to process that emotion at first.

If he sees you getting attention from someone else, or you start showing attention to someone else, he gets this gnawing, weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. He can't comprehend what it is at first. All he knows is that he is less than appreciative of the stranger who is taking up all your time. I think it would bring up feelings of insecurity and feeling like he's "not worthy" somehow. But you are quick to reassure him and remind him how important he is to you. He will also wander over towards you and stand protectively by you if he thinks you're being bothered. He's a big guy, so anyone bugging you will immediately be scared off.

If you tend to be jealous, Muriel doesn't really know what to do. He doesn't understand why you're jealous at first, and then when he realizes, he's at somewhat of a loss as to what to say. He will try his absolute best to reassure you and make sure you know that you have no reason to worry. He might be a little awkward about it at first, but he really wants you to know that he cares for you so much and you have nothing to fear.

OhmyGod, Lucio and jealousy just go hand-in-hand. He is jealous all the time and does not like it when others flirt with you/you flirt with others.

But at the same time, some part of him kind of enjoys it. I think he mostly just likes being the one to fend off anyone flirting with you and making everyone aware that you're his. He'll be livid at first when he sees someone trying to get close to you, but then laugh at the face they make when he sidles up to you and throws his arm around you. Lucio shoots piercing glares at whoever it is and tells them to beat it. He likes seeing you get flustered about the whole situation, too.

This man will purposefully try to vex you. If you get jealous, he will make sure that you get really jealous. He enjoys watching you get upset when he's flirting with someone. He never takes it too far, though. And if you're really, really upset, he'll try his best to calm you down, apologize, and reassure you that you have nothing to truly worry about. He's not the best when it comes to emotional discussions, but he also doesn't want to lose you.

#the arcana #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #portia devorak #muriel of the kokhuri #lucio morgasson #count lucio #asra x you #nadia x you #julian x you #portia x you #muriel x you #lucio x you #arcana headcanons #my headcanons #dani headcanons #jealousy

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uglylittleflea · 4 months

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I have a theory....

A DOCTOR WHOOOO THEORY

I think I've found a way that the Face of Boe could've survived

If we take into consideration the timeless child (🤢) then you don't have to be Gallifreyan to be a timelord. So, this begs the question: what factors make you a timelord?

I would argue that being a time traveller and being able to regenerate are the two qualifying features of timelords.

Let's take a look at how the show shows us the timelords tend to aquire the ability to regenerate. When the Master is resurrected in 10th era, we see that at the end of their tenures at the timelord academy, budding timelords look into the untempered skism (or the time vortex) and are gifted the power to regenerate.

Let's now look at ways of timetravelling in the show. There's the obvious way, a TARDIS. There's also the "space-hopper way", a vortex manipulator.

Now, from this, we can see that an obvious winner for the timelord title would be River Song aka Melody Pond. She may have gained her regeneration powers in a different way than most (being conceived in flight in the time vortex) but she can (or could) regenerate and can deffinately be classed as a member of the frequent flyer club where time is concerned.

So River is a timelord. Big whoop. What does this change about the future of Doctor Who? Not much, I'll admit. However, is there someone else who is also a timelord who's newly realised qualification could change the show in any way?

Believe it or not, the is!

Captain Jack Harkness

Now, this may seem like a reach, but this 51st century hot shot fits both the qualifiers we've laid out. He's a frequent time traveller, and he can regenerate.

'But flea! He's never regenerated before! Stop being a dumb fuck and watch the show you seem to love so much you idiot!' I hear you!

But hear me out

Jack Harkness has looked into the untempered skism.

He has gained the ability to regenerate.

Think back to Utopia, where the Doctor, Martha and Jack travel to the near end of the universe. He just had to be extra and hop onto the outside of Sexy and scream at the top of his lungs for his beloved Doctor

WITH HIS EYES WIDE OPEN

Now, does this change anything? Maybe

He wasn't able to regenerate after this for a while because he can't die, does this mean that he would never have regenerated anyway? Maybe, maybe not....

I theories that either Jack regenerated INTO the massive head in a jar (perhaps after a few other regenerations) OR he regenerated AFTER he became a giant head (I like the headless monk theory about Jack for that route the most) and this latter route would mean that Jack must still be out there somewhere!

Maybe he met up with Me and Clara some time along the line

Maybe he met other people the Doctor passed

There are so many routes this theory could take Jack in and they could all be so cool!

But hey

That's just a theory

A DOCTOR WHOOOO THEORY

Thanks for reading x

#doctor who #10th doctor #captain jack harkness #jack harkness #timelords #david tennant #john barrowman #torchwood #theory #film theory #doctor who theory

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dd122004dd · 2 years

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Could u do one where we die in someone’s arms?? Anyone

“I Won’t Forget You.”

Of course I can! Thank you, lovely for your kind request!

Warnings: Death, Angst, Disintegration

Summary: Ryan Clarke has been more defiant of Malivore, so he takes away something precious from him, forever.

It had been centuries since he was created. Forced to roam the world alone, collecting monsters like trinkets of his adventures, all to feed his power-hungry creator.

He’d been lonely, wandering alone took it’s toll on him, so Malivore decided to bestow upon Ryan a ‘gift’, a companion, one who was bound to him and would follow him wherever he went. His gift was Y/N, his beloved sister, the only surviving creation of Malivore, other than him, that was not destroyed.

If he believed in the gods, he would’ve said that Y/N was a gift from them. She was a joyful creature, pure in his eyes. He would’ve never believed that someone so good came from the same evil that he did, the same source that he came from.

And so, for centuries they traveled together, watching humans evolve and fighting monsters but through all of their struggles they knew that they’d always have each other, always.

“Ryan?” she asked him as they laid down in a clearing under a starry sky, the fire next to the two crackling next to them, providing them with warmth and safety.

“Hmm?” he asked her, half asleep.”

“Promise you’ll never leave me.”

He turned to her, his beloved sister, “What brought this on?” he asked her gently.

“I’m just scared. What if one day you decide you’ve had enough of me and leave like everyone else?” she asked, her voice shaky and choked up.

“I won’t leave you, baby sister. Now sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” He said, wrapping his arms around her.

How did it go so wrong? It wasn’t meant to go like this. He’d made sure that Y/N was hidden away, far away from where their creator could reach them, yet how had he found her?

They’d planned to finally run away from the clutches of Malivore. They’d planned to see the wonders of the world together, to taste the different types of food the world had to offer. Heck, his sister was more excited to simply get on a boat.

But like a dreams, this one too, shattered. Malivore found them, more specifically, he’d found her, the one weakness of Ryan Clarke, the one thing that could shatter his entire being. His baby sister.

Malivore approached the little makeshift home they’d created in the forest. He knocked down the door before entering, seeing his creation look at him like a child with it’s hand in a cookie jar.

She backed away from him, but he simply gripped her hand, putting a timer on her existence before leaving her feeling sick.

Later, Ryan came home with a smile on his face that quickly turned into a frown on seeing the broken door. Rushing in, he saw his sister, her arms wrapped around her knees as she rocked back and forth, softly saying ‘No’ repeatedly.

“What happened, little dove?” he asked, voice laced with concern.

She turned her gaze towards him, eyes blank before she blinked, focusing on him. She slowly whispered, “Ryan?” To which he nodded. At his reply, she threw her hands around him, sobbing bitterly.

“F-F-Father.”

“What about him, dove?”

“He-He came here today.”

At her revelation, he pulled away from her, checking her over for any injuries.

“I’m not hurt. But...he did something.”

“What did he do?”

“He-He put a timer on me. He said that by midnight, tonight, I will disintegrate, my body will cease to be and so will I. H-He said that I was a bad influence on you and this is to teach you to never go against him.”

Shocked at her reply, he collapsed on the floor, he clutched his sister to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around her as he silently whispered, ‘No’ repeatedly into her hair.

She ran her hands up and down his back, trying to soothe him.

When he was relatively calm, she said, “If this is to be my last night, brother. I’d like to spend it in the clearing in the woods, the one near the river, remember? It’s supposed to be a beautiful moon tonight. I’d like to see it one last time.”

After having their last dinner together, they made their way to the clearing. Ryan sat against a tree, his sister laying in his lap, holding his hand.

“Ryan?”

“Yes, dear sister.”

“Will you miss me?”

“Of course I will. You’re the only one who made the past decades bearable. I just wish you didn’t have to go.”

“I’m afraid...you know? I’m terrified to die.”

“I know. Rest assured, dear sister that I will join you, after I have avenged you.”

“No, Ryan. I want you to live. Far away from our father. I want you to be happy, at peace. Travel the world like we’d planned to, see everything that I can’t. Maybe even find someone to spend eternity with, adopt a few gremlins to chase around,” she said, chuckling at the last part.

“Tell them about me? Tell them about their fun auntie Y/N, okay? Please don’t forget about me, Ryan.”

“I will, little dove. I won’t forget you,” he said, tears slowly dripping down his cheeks.

Choking back a sob she said, “I’ll miss you, and your terrible singing.”

He chuckled softly despite the lump in his throat. “I will bring you back, sister mine. One day.”

Sighing softly, she looked up at the sky, “Look, the moon is so beautiful.”

He turned to look at the moon in the clear sky, nodding his head he said, “Yes, it is Y/N.”

Hearing no response he looked down but all he saw was dust.

“No. No. No. Please, no. I’m not ready. I-I’m not ready to walk without you. Please come back!” He begged, tears streaming down his face as he desperately clawed at the dust that was once his beloved sister.

#Ryan Clarke #ryan clarke x reader #ryan+clarke+x+reader #Ryan Clarke angst #Ryan Clarke x sister!reader #legacies reader insert #reader insert #x reader #Golem!reader #golem! reader #platonic!reader #platonic reader insert #malivore #character death #Legacies #legacies x reader #x reader legacies

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rosietrace · 1 year

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月が綺麗ですね?

Oneshot translation- The moon is beautiful isn't it?

Event: Rosie's valentines day special 💌❣️/Rosie's birthday specials 🎂

Ocs featured: Frisk De La Rose, Freyah De La Rose

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond, Rollo Flamme

Ship(s): Frisk x Rollo, Frisk x Cater(one-sided)

Summary: Cater loved her. He truly did. But someone else saw her as more beautiful than any moon.

Warning(s): Rollo /j, Riddle being a bit discouraging of Cater's feelings, unrequited love, one-sided feelings, rejected confession, potential ooc moments

{ Apologies for any out of character moments }

[ Reblogs are recommended/encouraged ]

Cater was upset. More than he could ever imagine.

He sat on the couch, his head hung low and his hands lazily clasped together. Something so out of character for Cater that it felt unnerving to his fellow dorm mates.

The fact that it was Frisk's birthday didn't even help him at all.

Freyah approached her upperclassman curiously, gently poking his back. When he turned his head to face her, she tilted her head and had a hand resting on her hip.

"Cater-senpai. You look gloomier than a croquet loser…" Freyah commented quietly, trying to silently figure out what had upset Cater.

Cater faked a smile, and laughed. Or at least tried to."Haha! Whatever do ya mean, Frey-chan? I think you're just hallucinating because of Trey's food!"

She rolled her eyes with an unsatisfied pout. Freyah wasn't incredibly observant, but she was curious. And that curiosity equaled nosiness.

"Don't lie, Cater-senpai." She began continuously poking his cheek, "And don't be so gloomy today! It's my chess sister's birthday and I want it to be fun, not depressing!"

Riddle walked up to them, a gift for Frisk in his hands, and sighed."Freyah, do try not to bother Cater too much. Even if you're rightfully curious." He urged.

The ginger-headed girl pouted and eventually rolled her eyes.

"Fine," she crossed her arms, sitting on the couch, "But Cater-senpai can't be so gloomy during Frisk's birthday, Riddle!"

He put the present down and patted his younger cousin on the shoulder, an uncharacteristically soft smile spreading across his face.

"We needn't worry over something as trivial as Cater's feelings at the moment, Freyah," Riddle said, "I think we should be focusing on Frisk's special day. Yes?"

Freyah beamed, grinning from ear to ear."Yes!! I simply cannot wait for the fantastical festivities for the celebration of my beloved sister's birth!"

She ran out of the lounge, leaving to accompany Ace and Deuce to assist them with completing their tasks. Even if she did find them annoying.

Riddle chuckled in amusement."That's the Freyah I know…" his sentence trailed off when he glanced at Cater for a moment before he picked up his present and walked away.

Cater huffed, covering his face with his head hung low all over again.

Until he heard the sound of heels clicking. And they weren't Riddles. And when Cater looked up, he frowned.

Rollo Flamme.

Rollo, composed as ever, raised an eyebrow at the gloomy green-eyed ginger in front of him. Sure, he's heard of Cater from Frisk, but he's yet to meet the man in person.

And he wasn't impressed in the slightest.

"I see you're unrealistically unhappy." He noted, "You shouldn't be frowning in such an event."

Just before Cater was about to respond, Frisk let out a gasp and pulled Rollo into a hug.

Cater felt his breath hitch.

"Rollo-san! I didn't expect you to sh-show up!" Frisk exclaimed, "I-I hope the journey to night raven college wasn't too jarring for you…"

A small smile was on Rollo's face."Not at all, miss De La Rose." He replied. Albeit in a tone that was a little too flirtatious for Cater's liking.

"I'm assuming that your sister's out having chaotic fun?"

Frisk giggled, "You would be correct, Rollo-san."

It was the way she smiled so beautifully that softened Cater's eyes. But it was the way he smiled back at her that kept the frown on his face.

But the party was Cater's priority. Frisk's happiness was his priority.

Besides, he already had a plan in mind. One that would allow Frisk to know how he truly felt about her.

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The party was a blast. Though it was too chaotic for Rollo's liking, he definitely seemed to enjoy it thanks to Frisk and Freyah's presence.

But that didn't particularly matter for Cater.

Now, he and Frisk were walking at night, in the rose maze as the moon was their only source of light.

And Frisk?

Cater couldn't deny that she looked stunning, no matter how messy her hair was due to the wind.

"The party was incredible…" Frisk praised, a smile on her face as she and Cater walked further into the maze.

Cater chuckled, "Good to know that you enjoyed it, Frisk-chan! I put in a lot of effort into making sure it was enjoyable, y'know!"

Frisk quietly snickered."You aren't the only one who put in effort, Cater-senpai…" she responded.

He pouted, crossing his arms childishly, and harrumphed."Frisk-chan doesn't appreciate my efforts…"

Her smile was soft, as well as her giggle. It gave Cater too many butterflies in his stomach.

Then, after some time, Cater thought it was time to finally tell her.

And so he looked up, eyeing the moon with deep intent. Upon noticing that, Frisk tilted her head, genuinely confused.

"Frisk-chan…."

Frisk flinched a little when he called her, but she immediately responded, "Yes, Cater-senpai?"

"..... The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

Oh.

The way confusion immediately transitioned to shock, and then to genuine regret.

And that confused and scared Cater.

"F-Frisk-"

"Cater…."

Cater. Not Cater-senpai.

He tried to reach for her, but she swatted his hand away. Uncharacteristic for someone like Frisk, especially since she had her head hung low.

"Cater, I'm sorry…."

"Sorry? For what-"

"I don't feel the same way. At least not anymore."

Everything fell silent, and Cater's whole world came crashing down on him.

His heart dropped.

"You….. You don't?" He asked gently, shock and confusion in his eyes. Frisk nodded slowly, lips pursed, before looking away.

"I-I'm sorry, Cater. I-I did like you! A lot! B-But…."

"Rollo."

Frisk fell silent, eyes wide, surprised that Cater was able to figure it all out so quickly. Had her feelings for Rollo been so obvious?

"Frisk…."

"I'm sorry, Cater. But… I can't see you as anything but a friend now."

Before she walked away, before he could try and reach out, Frisk turned around to say one more thing.

"Thank you for your honesty, Cater-senpai. But I'm sorry that I can't return the feeling."

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Note: Pls be happy that 🤢Trey🤢 was never mentioned once in this oneshot ^^

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loveoaths · 2 years

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@fightingdreamcrs liked for a starter ! ( ages ago )

once upon a time, shizuma would have embraced kagura as his own. after all, he belongs to shizuma, and no one else. shizuma pulled him from the common rabble. shizuma taught him where to cut, to love the smell of blood, to follow orders without question. shizuma painstakingly molded him into someone — no, something new.

something useful. something precious. something beloved.

then kagura betrayed him.

and shizuma wound up... here.

in maximum detention.

locked away in a glass cell so far beneath kirigakure that the sounds of the sea sneak through his pitch-black cell each night and whisper at him from all sides, seducing, unceasing, maddening. the sea only says one thing: revenge is your birthright. claim it.

during his second week in maximum detention, an inmate had laughed, “Aw, the guppy’s lonely in his fishbowl.” shizuma tore the inmate’s tongue out with his teeth and ate it in front of the others with a lazy sneer.

the officials stopped giving him roommates after that. shizuma’s been alone ever since.

he hates it here. he craves human contact, human voices, human touch. those are malleable things, those are flesh and blood, those are malleable; without them, shizuma has nothing to transform, nothing to fuel his hunger for change.

so yeah. he fucking hates it here.

but not nearly as much as he hates his sweet, stupid, backstabbing karatachi kagura.

he knows it’s him before the overhead floodlights zap on, before the guards boots near his cell door, before the light catches those wide, rabbit pink eyes that shizuma would like nothing more than to loll over his tongue and squish like grapes. he knows because shizuma memorizes the smell of all of His Things, and marks them with the scent glands between his knuckles so the world knows who they belong to.

kagura, like buntan and the rest of the Seven, like this village, belong to him.

kagura has forgotten that.

shizuma intends to remind him.

soon.

very soon.

for now, shizuma shows his hands when the guard orders him to, then steps forward until his bare feet just barely cross the perimeter line keeping him from the glass protecting (ha!) kagura from him. there’s six feet between them. there are no mirrors here and no clocks, but shizuma has kept himself as clean as a cat as can be while incarcerated. shizuma scrapes a hand lazily over his shaved head, then braces the same hand on the security glass and draaaaaags it down, leering at the jarring shriek of claws on glass.

shizuma presses his face to the glass and inhales deeply, gills aflutter, lips parting slightly to taste the air, eyes slipping shut as the scent of sea and sweat and nerves and kagura wash over him.

it tastes like kagura is right beside to him.

right where he belongs.

“It’s been awhile, Kagura. Come to check up on your old friend?” shizuma drawls boredly, uncomfortably casual as if he would not wrap his hands around kagura’s heart if he could just reach. he feigns boredom as he scans kagura, his peripheral settling on kagura’s throat. he can see the pulse jumping. saliva builds below his tongue. that’s right, kagura; i’m the only one who can do that to you. your heart starts and stops at my discretion. “As you can see, I’m being a very good boy.” he doesn’t wait for the guards to answer. they don’t matter. kagura’s pink eyes darken to blood in the low light. shizuma is the shark in the deep, hungering for a taste.

#thread.#thread: shizuma.#:) after he's been in prison for a year #kagura makes his first viiiisiiiiiiitt #verse: once the world asked for your favorite feeling. you said hunger. ( new era )#arc two: be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary some in the wrong direction. practice resurrection. ( incarcerated )#fightingdreamcrs

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maybege · 2 years

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Oooo so many good prompts to choose from but I think…

277! With Paz!

Maybe tying his hands up behind his head and teasing him. Rolling your hips across his, rubbing your clit right in front of his face, leaning down to kiss him but as soon as he starts to kiss back pulling away.

He gets all grumbly and starts growling- his eyes darkening and getting feral. His biceps bulging as he strains against the rope- cursing himself for teaching you how to tie knots. His breathing all heavy, lifting you ontop of his chest as his lungs fill with oxygen.

Maybe he breaks the bed frame? Idk thoughts?

Hehehe I can’t wait! But take your time if you have other requests! 😘 Love you!❤️

First of all I want to thank you both for sending in such a lovely request (tagging @clydesducktape so you'll get the notif!) because they together so wonderfully! And what better AU to fit them into than the Calmer AU with beloved alpha!Paz because (fun fact!) for the OG story line I had a very similar idea that I put aside as the story progressed but then I get these asks here and I am like 👀👀 "time to dust off the keyboard!". Either way, I hope you will enjoy this piece, let me know what you think!

Tied Up

Summary: You and Paz get rid of a disagreement in a rather unconventional way. (set in Calm)

Pairing: alpha!Paz Vizsla x omega!fem!Reader

Wordcount: 3.0k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, explicit sexual content, bondage (?), the tiniest hint of dubcon that gets resolved very quickly, oral sex (m receiving, degradation (f receiving), dirty talk, choking (consensual), cream pie, knotting

Prompts: #3"I'd hold onto something if I were you." #33 "I just want to please you." #333 "I love to see you squirm, now I want to hear you moan." #277 "I can't hold back anymore."

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“Something’s wrong,” you muttered, frowning as you fiddled with a loose thread on a shirt you were embroidering.

“What is it?” Chants asked.

You had decided to spend your lunch break by walking from the local school to the healing tent and keeping your friend company while he tidied up his inventory.

“It’s Paz,” you admitted quietly, “Ever since we came home, he has been –“

“Absolutely in love with you?” your friend provided, sniffing a string of herbs before grimacing.

Your shoulders fell. “Tense, actually,” you put the fabric on your lap, “Really tense.”

Chants tilted his head. “Are you sure?” he asked, “I have never seen an alpha as in love with his omega as he is with you.”

“I know,” you sighed, instantly feeling bad that you had doubted your alpha’s feelings, “It’s not that he is not affectionate. But he is … stressed. All the time. I don’t know what is going on and I don’t think he is ready to share it yet and –“

Chants hummed, putting the herb in a jar and storing it away. “Maybe he is tired of carrying the pleasure.”

“What?”

“It’s something I noticed when I worked as a calmer,” he explained, “Sometimes alphas are just … tired, I guess? And then they need someone else to pull the strings in the bedroom department.”

You frowned, “You mean …?”

“You know,” he shimmied his shoulders, “Spice it up a little, maybe? Tie him to the bed and make him feel good, I don’t know, whatever floats your boat.”

“I never,” you swallowed, feeling insecurity flooding you, “I never really, uh, do something like that. I – I am not even sure I want to.”

Chants shrugged and you felt even worse. “I’m just saying what worked for me. Who knows, maybe your alpha just had a bad day?”

As soon as the door swung open, you sat up in bed. “Alpha!”

Paz’s figure filled out the doorway completely and his scent immediately filled the room. Your smile disappeared when you noticed the frustration and exhaustion that radiated off him.

He did not say anything as he entered the room but the way he stomped over to the table was enough to let you know that this had been another bad day. In a long line of bad days.

“Thought you’d be asleep already,” he grunted, “It’s late.”

“I, uh, I wanted to wait for you,” you revealed with a smile, your hands fiddling with the lace on your nightgown. You wondered if he noticed that it was new. That you had bought it only for him. “How, uh, how was your day?”

You watched as he started to undress, piece after piece of his armour landing on the table while he said nothing.

“Alpha,” you murmured, sitting up on your knees as he walked towards the bed. His eyes did not meet yours and your heart fell when you saw the dark circles under his eyes.

“Not now,” he mumbled, sitting down heavily with his face in his hands, “Let’s just ... let’s just sleep, ‘mega, yes?”

You huffed, lying down with your back to him while he blew out the candle. Chants’ words did not leave you that night.

The moment you woke up and still felt Paz fast asleep behind you, you knew that this was your chance. You snuck out of bed, your feet silent on the plush carpets he had gotten for you when you had moved in with him.

Outside, the sun was slowly rising and illuminated your home with golden light. Your eyes found the silk scarves you had set out to embroider for the colder season and you realized that they would be the perfect tool for what you had in mind.

Paz was still sprawled on his back, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths and you forced yourself to attune yourself to him. There was no reason to be nervous, right?

Right?

Carefully, you lifted his hand to the bedpost, fiddling with the fabric in your hand. He was still fast asleep and you found yourself doubting if this was such a good idea. But before you could pull your hand back, his big hand snapped shut around your wrist and you flinched.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I, uh, wanted to surprise you?” you asked, watching the way one of his eyes blinked open. He sounded groggy, still, and your eyes slid to the way his muscles bulged ad he raised his other hand to the bed post.

“My omega wants to be in charge?” he chuckled, sounding a tad bit too amused for your liking.

“I can be in charge,” you protested, your heart skipping a beat at the way his grin and legs widened as soon as the words had left your mouth. He was completely bare and you gulped when you saw his cock looking a little less soft than it usually did.

“Sure thing, love,” he grinned, relaxing into the pillows, “Show me what you can do.”

Your breath hitched, “Really?”

He laughed, “Really. Now tie those knots and get back into bed, ‘mega.”

The soft fabric was slippery between your fingers as you tried to hastily get the knots together. Somewhere in the back of your mind you tried to remember that one time Paz had tried to teach you how to tie a proper knot but, in your desire-fuelled speed you were sure you had skipped one or five steps.

But Paz did not seem to mind. His eyes followed you as you climbed between his legs, pushing he blankets to the side until it was just you two on the bed. Your heart was beating so fast you started to feel faint, overwhelmed by the prospect of being the one in charge.

But you just wanted to please him.

Paz titled his head, the line between his brows more prominent and you took a deep breath, bracing your hands on his thighs before he could ask what was wrong.

“I just want to please you,” you whispered finally, leaning down to kiss your way up his strong thighs. Your nails lightly scraped over the sensitive skin and you could see his cock twitch and felt your heart skip a beat.

“You’re always pleasing me, omega,” he replied, his breath hitching when your hand slid over his other thigh before cupping his balls. They felt heavy and you leant forward, your nose bumping against his shaft.

“You’ve been distant though,” you pouted, licking a long stripe up his cock. His hips rose off the bed and you smiled when you heard him curse.

He was fully hard now, his cock resting against his belly and your pussy clenched around nothing when you remembered what it felt like to have him inside you. But that was not what you were here for.

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” you confessed before letting a drop of saliva land on his cock, closing your hand around him and pumping him once, twice –

“I always want you,” he grunted, his voice low and guttural, “Sometimes so much, it hurts to be away from you.”

His hips rose just as you closed your lips around the tip of him, his actions driving his cock deeper into your mouth and you choked, stretching out your tongue to make more space and the sound that left Paz was enough to send a wave of wetness down your folds. He tasted salty, drops of precome spreading over your taste buds and you swallowed, trying to fit around him in any way possible.

“Shit, I forgot how good you look gagging on my cock,” Paz commented, sounding way too put together considering how far he was down your throat, “And you love it, don’t you?”

You hummed around him, pushing down further before becoming up for air. Your fingers were covered in drool from where it was gathering around the base of his cock and the corners of your mouth felt way too stretched but you also could not ignore the pulsing between your legs.

You wiggled your hips, trying to somehow get more (any) pressure on your clit which resulted in you ungraciously humping the air. You kept moving your head, trying to take him deeper and pump your fingers around what you could not fit your lips around.

Paz groaned, “C’mon, love, straddle my leg, that’s a good girl. Rub your pretty cunt all over my leg like, fuck – there we go.”

You whimpered, the pressure on your clit absolute bliss paired with the smell of his arousal. Your brain felt foggy and you hiked up your night gown around your hips, allowing yourself more movement as you ground against his leg.

Why had you never done this before? It felt exhilarating, pleasing him this way and getting to be pleased by it.

“You really thought you could be in charge, huh, little one?” he teased you, “Now look at you, humping my leg like a good little omega.”

You hummed, running your tongue over the prominent vein on his shaft and smiling around him when he grunted. Your hips moved of their own accord and you felt your juices streaking on his leg, his mocking words fuelling the fire in your core even more.

He bounced his leg, just once, and you gasped, your hands flying to his hips to hold yourself steady. “Paz!”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked, looking down on his cock and you got even wetter. How could he be tied up and still so demanding of attention, of authority? Everything about him was intoxicating from his voice to the way his hands clenched around the scarves and his big thighs seemed to cage you in.

Your hands splayed over his thighs again and you leaned down again, laving at him.

“I can't hold back anymore,” Paz muttered suddenly, his voice sounding more and more strained and you felt triumph wash over you.

“I don’t want you to,” you murmured against his cock, looking up at him through your lashes, “I want you to let go, Paz, please just … whatever you need, take it from me.”

He groaned at your words and you sank your mouth back on his shaft, gagging before pulling back up. At this point, you were sure you were dripping on his leg the way you were dripping saliva all over his cock.

There was a splintering sound and you flinched, pulling off his cock and resting your weight on his thigh. You glanced up, finding that Paz had, quite literally, broken free.

“I’ll get it repaired,” he grunted as he threw the piece of broken wood and scarf to the side. His eyes were dark as they fixated on you and your heart skipped a beat in anticipation, “I'd hold onto something if I were you.”

You squeaked, leaning back as if to escape him but he grinned, lunging forward and before you knew it you were on your back, your alpha above you and his knees widening your legs for him. "I love to see you squirm, but now I want to hear you moan,” he rumbled, his body caging you in.

His hand closed around your throat and you gasped, your hand flying on top of his to keep him there. “Alpha,” you wriggled, feeling his cock rest against your belly, “Please, I want you.”

“Tell me,” he growled, his nose gliding along your jawline as his breath washed over your neck, “Did you really think you could be the one in charge, hm? Ordering your alpha around?”

Your answer turned into a whine when his nose brushed over your scent gland, slowly scenting you over and over again while your throat was still in his grip.

“I thought as much,” he chuckled, “But I think you just need a fat cock in that little cunt of yours, hm? How does that sound?”

Heavenly, you wanted to reply but all you managed to do was to spread your legs even more, wanting to feel him against you in the best way. His hips moved slightly, rubbing his shaft through your folds and bumping against your clit.

“Tell me when I need to stop,” he whispered, softly kissing you as his fingers flexed around your throat, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” you breathed, arching your back, “Please, alpha, I can take it.”

“Stars, you’re desperate,” he mocked you and you whimpered, “All of this just to get your pussy filled, my my, how needy you are.”

He sat up between your legs and you whined, wanting to follow him. “Stay down,” he instructed you, leaving no space for questions and you did, sinking back into the soft mattress.

You gasped when his fingers circled your clit, his thumb rubbing over it again and again until you were shaking under his touch. Your walls fluttered around nothing and you bit your lip, your head filled with thoughts what it felt like to have him inside you again.

“You’re soaking,” he murmured, using his fingers to gently spread your pussy lips apart, “You think you are ready to take me? You know how tight this pussy grips me sometimes.”

You nodded, trying to lift your hips and he grinned, the way your pussy soaked his fingertips apparently answer enough.

He pushed inside you, his tip slowly parting you and you gasped, your mouth opening wide. It did not lose its novelty, the feeling of him inside you, and you breathed deeply, your walls clenching around him even before his tips was fully inside you.

Paz looked so focussed, his brows low as he looked down to where he stretched you apart and as if that wasn’t hot enough, his hand tightened around your neck, his thumb brushing over your scent gland in the process.

Your eyes rolled back in your head.

“There we go,” he praised you quietly, “Breathe for me, love, breathe.”

And you did. His fingers weren’t tight enough by far to cut off your air flow but you still held your breath, feeling like his cock was punching their air out of your lungs. “You’re so big,” you breathed, your voice weak from pleasure, “Alpha, you’re –“

“I know,” he soothed you, leaning down to softly kiss your cheek as his hips kept working him inside you, “My cock is too big for you, hm?”

You nodded, your walls fluttering around him as his shaft stroked that spot inside of you.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, his teeth catching on your lobe, “I’ll make it fit.”

A whimper left you and you threw your arms around his neck, forcing him to let go of your neck. He breathed deeply, his hips snapping against your faster and harder as he almost held you up just by sheer force of will, pressing your entire bodies together.

“I love you so much, ‘mega,” he whispered burying his face in your neck as his cock reached even deeper, “I’m gonna fill you so good and then I am going to spend the rest of the day making you come on my knot.”

The mention of his knot was what had you on the edge, the muscles in your inner thighs spasming as your walls fluttered and clenched around him, your juices dripping on the bedding underneath you.

“Alpha, please,” you breathed, “I want – want your knot, please –“

He growled, his hips speeding up and before you knew it, all the muscle in your bodies relaxed, your pushy clamping around him as you bit into his shoulders, trying to keep quiet in the early morning hours.

“Stars, you’re tight,” he cursed and you could feel the base of him swelling, his knot catching on your walls until he stilled, his cock reaching as deep as ever. You were still coming around him when he came inside you, his come being stopped from escaping you by his knot.

Your lower belly felt strangely full and with his knot growing to its full size. Paz huffed, resting his weight on top of you and you giggled when his stubble brushed over your cheek. His hand came up to cup your other cheek and he rested his forehead against yours, your noses brushing against each other.

“I am sorry I have been avoiding you, omega,” he murmured, gently rolling over until he was on his back and you were on top of him. Your legs fell to his sides and you stretched your neck, wanting to kiss him even more now.

“I’m just worried,” you explained, running your hand over his stubble and to his scent gland, “Ever since we came back you have been so distant and I wasn’t sure if maybe – maybe you regretted your decision to be with me?”

You voice got quieter towards the end and you cursed yourself for how feeble you sounded but when you saw the pain in Paz’s eyes you knew that all your worries had been unnecessary.

“Omega,” he started, his voice breaking, “I have never regretted my decision to be with you and I never will. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I,” he sighed, letting his head fall into the pillows and you shuffled up, going as far as the knot would allow you to without hurting you, “The truth is, I have been so tense because these meetings are keeping me away from you. I just – They frustrate me endlessly and not having you there makes it even worse.”

He took a deep breath, kissing your temple, “I should not have taken it out on you, ‘mega, and I am sorry. I promise to do better in the future.”

“Just …” you filled with his warrior’s seal that was still around your neck, “Just let me know next time, yes? I can’t stand to see you not feeling well.”

He smiled, the corner of his eyes crinkling, “I promise, I will. In fact,” he shifted, his fingers pulling you closer by your chin, “I will take the day off today and spend it with you. How does that sound?”

You laughed into his kiss, “That sounds wonderful, alpha.”

#maybege writes #paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla x fem!reader #smut

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{Cuddling Headcannons For Daddy Gilgamesh ♡}

{I left these ones less spicy because as someone who is demi and on/off sex repulsed I understand sometimes littles don't wanna include sex in their little space stuffs. But this blog doesn't slut shame nor do we kink shame. So spicy littles can make requests too ♡ }

If he wants cuddles from you:

Daddy Gilgamesh loves to cuddle but he's not used to saying so. I think at first it might be hard for him to ask you to cuddle so he might just kinda…. Start hugging you. And if you ask him what he's doing he'll hide his face in your neck either till you figure it out or you make him say it ♡

"D…. Do you want to cuddle daddy??" You ask and he tightens his grip around you. You'd even see his face breaking out into a blush as he nods into the crook of your neck.

This is if no one is around of course. If it's in public I'm sorry he's gonna carry you everywhere so he can cuddle you any time he wants. He won't stop you if you want down but he'll be a sad puppy on the inside till he gets cuddles from baby. You are his greatest comfort after all. He's just a little needy for a daddy because he never thought he'd get the chance to love someone like this! Now he's addicted…

If you want cuddles from him it will NOT be hard:

If you're alone there are many methods that lead to the same result:

"Daddy… cuddles?" With your big sad eyes looking at him he cannot resist. You're treated to a bed made from the finest and softest materials, very specificly materials that YOU like, and a clinging daddy who will turn on your favorite show, get snacks- the whole 9 yards! He's hoping if he provides everything you need the longer you'll get to cuddle.

If you're mute all you have to do is poke him enough, your cute actions make him want to cuddle you on instinct anyway so poke him, throw paper balls at him, pillows- it won't matter he'll come for you ♡

For brats:

Hes a cat person if you knock shit off the desk he's just gonna smother you in love until you're satisfied. If you're being a brat it means you want his attention right? Oh baby does he have all the attention FOR YOU ♡

Oh he's in a meeting? Don't let that stop you. Walk right in and knock a plant over then huff and walk right out. You'll find he won't be far behind you to scoop you up.

Cries of protest from the people he was just with are ignored. If you're acting cute and want his attention there is no where else he feels like he needs to be then in bed cuddling you. Or if it's really a meeting he has to be at everyone is just gonna deal with you cuddling him. He won't let you off his lap.

On that note for the little who also enjoy being a baby pet:

This man would be the best baby pet daddy I know I said he's a cat guy above but when it comes to loving someone Gil doesn't actually have a preference and developes and attraction to the person he falls for personally. Whatever you like if he's in live with you he's not getting into that thing too. Genuinely too! If his beloved is into it then it must be something worth his time.

All you have to do is act like you own the place and come right up to him, regardless of what he is doing and just start nuzzling him. He'll fold right away. Pick you up and wrap you around his body and give you all the head pets and head kisses. Their may be no escape once he's in that mode though.

So if you said you wanted to be his kitten and his baby the boy would DIE. absolutely fucked over a simp. If you said you're a brat he'd want to know your safety word and if you're Ace or demi or just don't want to involve sex at all inside of little space he respects that.

{Since this request was for cuddles I left it more Ace demi but if I get spicy requests I'll also do those. We don't slut shame here ♡}

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#daddy gilgamesh #gilgamesh fate #fate gilgamesh x reader #gilgamesh x reader #gilgamesh #fate gilgamesh

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The Perfect Match

Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: A head cannon on how you’re the perfect match for Bruce.

Warning: Established relationships

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Bruce had always considered the concept of a perfect match to be a feeble notion. The idea that a someone could be perfect and perfectly compliment one’s self was simply illogical and just not possible.

But that’s the thing about hypotheticals, they’re just theories until proven otherwise. Bruce can distinguish five instances on when he recognised you to be his perfect match.

Intelligence:

You weren’t a genius capable of rattling off theories and solving impossible equations. Not by any means. You were, however, incredibly intelligent when it comes to people and making them feel important.

It wasn’t a super power or psychological trickery. It was that you listened to people and ask them questions about their hobbies or family.

It was the way that you leaned in as if you were keen to hear what that person had to say.

It was the way you smile softly when people start to babble off in excitement as you reciprocate the conversation

Whilst you didn’t fully comprehend quantum physics or the engineering to Bruce Wayne’s degree

You sat there happily indulging Bruce as he discusses a new equation he solved

It was the way you made him feel like he could talk about anything without judgement or without your eyes wondering elsewhere in boredom.

Bruce: “Anyway, you probably have more important things to do.”

Y/n: “Don’t be silly. You’re just as important. Go on, finish what you were saying.”

Independence:

Bruce dreaded needy women who are utterly incapable of being self-sufficient. Who required rescuing and constant entertainment like a puppy.

Bruce: “I have an emergency work trip for an unspecified amount of time. I probably won’t be able to contact you too much. Will you be okay without me?”

Y/n *acting like a damsel in distress*

Y/n: “Oh no! I’m being abandoned in the biggest mansion with a butler, a library and a black Amex card. What could one do with one’s self? What a travesty!”

Bruce would return from his two week trip excited to see you again after not being in contact the whole time.

Only you weren’t at the mansion at 4pm on a Tuesday.

Bruce *calling your phone*

Y/n: “Hi honey! I missed you so much!”

Bruce: “Come home and show me how much you’ve missed me.”

Y/n: “What? I finish work in an hour, surely you can survive 60 more minutes without me- oh I have to go, I’ll see you soon my love!”

Supportive:

Bruce didn’t make it to your anniversary dinner.

He didn’t even have a chance to call you and cancel.

He exited the bat cave feeling utterly guilty for abandoning you on such an important occasion.

Bruce felt utterly defeated. A failure of a father. Batman got into a one on one fist fight with Red-Hood, attempting to save the Jokers life, only for his son to forsake himself. Now he had to face his failures as a husband.

Opening the door he sees you laying in bed, scrolling away at your phone.

As soon as you noticed him you tossed the phone and made a mad dash, pulling him into a bear hug.

Y/n: “Honey, I’m so proud of you. Being there when your son needed you most. You’re such a good man. Don’t be hard on yourself, remember that Jason is a grown man who made his decision.”

Pulling Bruce to bed, you pull him into a tight hold and continue to comfort him.

Bruce really appreciated that you didn’t bring up his absence.

Bruce: “I missed our -“

Y/n: “You didn’t miss anything. Your with me now aren’t you? Happy anniversary my beloved.”

Emotionally Stable:

Damian was over your nagging.

Y/n: “Damian, you need to get more sleep. I’m worried your burning yourself out.”

Y/n: “When was the last time you had a proper meal? You can’t survive off burgers alone you know.”

Y/n: “When was the last time you saw Jon? You have to maintain your friendships or else they fall apart.”

Y/n: “Stop having these energy drinks! It’s basically poison for your body - have you had any water today? You look dehydrated!”

You snatched the can out of his hand and threw it in the bin.

Damian lost his absolute shit.

Damian: “Enough with your incessant criticism!You’re getting on my nerves!”

Crosses his arms over his chest and looks off in irritation.

Bruce stands frowning behind him, ready to give his son the scolding of a life time.

But instead your laughter booms across the bat cave.

You find Damian’s little outburst amusing and adorable rather than rude and hurtful.

Y/n: “You’re right D, I’m sorry, I’ll lay off you a bit.”

You’d pull him into that tight hug he says he hates but he always leans into your comforting hold.

Y/n: “You boys be careful tonight, I’ll see you both in the morning”

#Batman x reader #Bruce Wayne x reader #batman imagines #Bruce Wayne imagines #bruce wayne x y/n #batman x y/n #bruce wayne x you #Batman x you #dc imagine #dc x reader #batboys imagine #batboys #bruce wayne x reader

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fic recs 2.0!

hello kings (gn) ive got significantly more fic than last time which means this is gonna be a little more organized than the last post bc it is much longer <3 categories in order are non casefic canonverse, casefic/roadtrip fic, finale fixits, endverse, non supernatural aus, and then non destiel ones. titles will be in bold for my favs! also within each category they’re in order from shortest to longest

Canonverse

I’m a tulip in a cup by godtiering (1.2k)

I worry that I never really came back from hell. I wonder why, if I got remade by heaven, I’m still the same screwed up kid that I always was.

Sometimes I worry I’m not into women at all.

"Guess not,” he looks at his shoes.

a REALLY good fic that’s basically just a look inside dean’s head during my bloody valentine do not read this looking for a fun time but please do read it

on vessels by flightsofangels (1.9k)

“You know,” Cas mutters into Dean’s bare skin. “When I was still… an angel, I used to dream that I would take you as my vessel.”

hello consumehimnatural fans!!!!! read newt’s fic right now its incredible

dean winchester is not a nicholas sparks protagonist by microcomets (1.9k)

Dean fell in love with Cas the way you fall asleep--slowly, and then all at once. Or some other hackneyed and trite bullshit. God, this is embarrassing.

dean is in LOVE. he’s also a disaster who keeps staring at cas’ hands. sigh

Stay by aeli_kindara (2.5k)

Coda to 13.06 (Tombstone). In which Castiel reckons with the aftermath of Dean's grief.

hello fellow widow arc fans <3 click here to see cas find out abt the events of advanced thanatology !

walking on a string by swordfishtrombones (2.7k)

Between the doomed offensive at the Firmament and the impending retreat from the ravaged northeast border, Castiel left camp long enough to answer one of Dean Winchester's prayers.

S6 DEAN IS A WAR WIFE. been really into early seasons deancas lately and this one is very good. god

the flesh of the mighty by Mudprophet (2.7k)

Ezekiel 39:17 "you shall eat the flesh of the mighty and drink the blood of the princes of the earth."

MY GOD. anyone who saw the @autisticandroids purgatory cannibalism talk and was interested read this right now. also anyone who enjoyed nbc hannibal OR raw (2016). if romantic cannibalism is remotely aligned with your interests read this right now. god

Sam Winchester, Ally At Law by alittleduck (3.3k)

Sam was pretty sure he could read every single gay friendly guide to coming out or supporting queer family members ever written and literally none of them would even imply that arguing with gay people that they were actually just homophobic constituted as "ally behavior". However, Sam was equally sure that none of those book authors had found themselves accidentally watching their brother get pounded by an Angel of the Lord at 9 am on Tuesday, so Sam was pretty sure he might actually still have the higher ground. Now, if only Jack would stop trying to bond with Dean using gay slurs long enough for Sam to convince everyone of that, he might just be able to cobble together some remnant of sanity or, failing that, dignity.

Or, the one where Sam desperately wants to invent PFLAG but Dean won't stop teaching Jack gay slurs

JACK VOICE HEY COCKSUCKERS.

hummed low by microcomets (3.3k)

Dean pulls the Impala over at a cider barn about thirty miles out; doesn't really think about it, just sees the hokey orange lettering off the roadside and lets his hands guide the Impala off the interstate with gravel spitting under the wheels.

they get a nice day out together and dean has a gay crisis and it’s written beautifully mwah

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit by pyrebi (3.9k)

In which angelic marriage bonds are apparently stupidly easy to trigger, Cas wages multidimensional war in Heaven, Dean can't catch a break like ever, Sam rather enjoys being a dick, love saves the day, and nobody consummates anything.

sometimes i think about this fic and it hits that at this point dean and cas would have been married for more than a year. cas my beloved...

an exploration of gender; angelic by sometimeswelose (4k)

Castiel's true form is made of electromagnetic radiation. He has spent the majority of his life, if you really want to add it all up and average the whole thing out, as a wavelength of celestial intent.

The thing about being made of light: it's light in the physics sense of the word. Castiel's waves are gamma, x-ray, micro, and radio. He's visible light too, of course, a visible light so intense that it is blinding to most humans.

hello trans cas community <3 he’s literally trans he was assigned genderless and then went hm actually i will be a man! love of my life

Some Boys are Sleeping Alone by prosopopeya (4.2k)

This isn't something that's okay, not for him, but it chases him through the years until it turns into something he can't -- doesn't want to deny.

ohhh deans tenuous relationship with his sexuality my beloved...

love. worship. consummation. consumption. by redeyedwrath (4.3k)

ConsumehimNatural (copyright marcusantonius) the Series!

These are all snapshots centered around the idea of you know. Hunger in Supernatural. Both carnal hunger and other kinds. Fics are shown in semi-chronological order but this series is generally nebulously early seasons.

for ANYONE who is a consumehimnaturual this is required reading it is INCREDIBLE and gorgeous and very visceral and i am so very obsessed with it. thank you redeyedwrath for enabling my brainrot

the reach of human sense by perilously (4.5k)

“You know what Jimmy Novak looked like. You think he was beautiful—gorgeous, hot, all of it. It’s him. Not me. This isn’t my face.”

“But,” Dean says. He doesn’t know where he’s going with it. Just that Cas’ face is right there, brows drawn together and cheekbones gleaming in the lamplight. It’s a face that’s made his heart skip probably a couple hundred beats collectively since they met.

And it used to belong to someone else.

this one is just very nice <3 cas gets uncomfortable w dean calling him attractive since dean has never seen his trueform and they work it out

Down in the River by Ias (4.7k)

Alone in Purgatory and hunted by Leviathans, Castiel finds himself praying to the one person who can't hear him.

cas i love you <3 cas alone in purgatory praying to dean bc dean is the only thing he still worships i love you so much

Creature of Habit by trinityofone (5.1k)

The more you love someone, the more you want to kill them. Or: How Cas developed some bad habits, and Dean coped surprisingly well.

written in s5 when cas was depowered and completely nails the later seasons bitchy husbands dynamic it’s very good and fun <3

sink by crackers4jenn (5.4k)

"Where to?" A 9.06 coda.

very bittersweet very well written and also canon compliant so do not go into this one looking for a happy ending but i DO recommend it it’s very good

Sensational by castiowl (6.1k)

“When I first came to earth, it was advised that we temper the senses bound to our vessels. They were a distraction, we were told. An antiquated form of experiencing existence that would hinder our ability to complete our missions, whatever that may be. My true form can better facilitate these experiences. What you would recognize as heightened senses of sight and sound, among other things.”

Or, how Dean helps Cas experience all five human senses for the first time in one night.

early seasons deancas man. i love the sound part i love dean being so worried about doing a good job with this. god. read this please

Something to Protect by Sass_Master (6.2k)

Dean’s violent reaction to being unexpectedly woken has become something of a running joke among them, but Castiel can’t help but look past it to the underlying cause. It makes him ache to think that Dean feels so unsafe, so persecuted, before he’s even fully conscious.

Secretly, Castiel has been determined to work on that, to ease Dean into awareness in a less jarring way, smooth away one of the many stresses that follow him even in sleep. Now’s as good a time as any to try.

oh to sleep more soundly in the presence of someone you love...this fic is very nice i enjoyed it a lot

all this and heaven too by ftmsteverogers (7k)

“Hey,” Dean said. “I’m not ashamed of you, okay?”

Cas raised skeptical eyes to meet his.

“I mean it,” Dean insisted.

“I understand you mean it,” Cas said. “But I don’t think it’s any better if you’re only ashamed of yourself.”

hello trans dean community here is 7k of trans dean having to deal with his internalized homophobia now that he’s sleeping with cas <3 it is SO good

The wilderness. by orange_crushed (8k)

He takes a shower and the pressure is not especially good, but it doesn’t matter. It’s warm and he stands under the spray a long time. Human skin, he knows, constantly renews itself, shedding the dead cells of the epidermis. He wonders how long it will take until he is an entirely new person, until every cell on his surface is a new one. He looks at his hands under the water. It might take less than a month.

this might be the only post 9x03 fic on here with a happy ending actually? plenty of good melancholy leading up to it though <3 canon divergent after 9x03 though which means no 9x06 fanfiction gap but it is absolutely worth reading

till the juice runs by deathbanjo (8.4k)

Apparently whoever drew up the venn diagram of Dean’s sex life decided the circle labelled ‘good sex’ and the one labelled ‘sex with men’ should be kept far apart.

hello this one is SO funny dean finally gets comfortable enough with his bisexuality to start having sex with men and it goes so very bad every time so sorry about your shitty choices beloved </3

First Date by aeli_kindara (8.9k)

“We should go on a date. You and me.”

Castiel wishes he could see Dean’s face. He wishes he had any idea what to say.

“I’m asking you out, Cas.”

this one is very sweet i liked it a lot <3 good refreshing little fic where they just get to have a nice evening together

Entertaining Strangers by cadignan (9k)

Dean settles on to his side, lying in the bed facing Castiel. “So you had sex without me and you bit all my moves. I think I deserve to hear about it, at least. What was her name?”

op im in love with you. premise is established relationship deancas and cas mentions he did have sex before dean and not only that it was a threesome. good for him <3 this fic is cas describing the story of what led up to the threesome and what happened during it while dean interrupts regularly. incredible

the shape you take by noviembre (10k)

“What?” Dean says, fake-offended. “I’d be hot as a girl, you know I would.”

And this is when he really, really should have stopped talking. When he shouldn't have whipped back around and asked, “Cas, if I was a woman, you’d fuck me, right?”

Because if he hadn’t said that, then he wouldn’t have had to deal with this:

Cas, meeting his eyes, forehead wrinkles all smoothed out like there’s nothing to be confused about anymore. Cas with something at the corner of his mouth that might barely be called a smile.

Cas saying, calmly and without hesitation, “Yes, Dean.”

Dean Winchester fucks around and, with the inadvertent help of some witches, Finds Out.

dean winchester your gender is diabolical. this fic is insane and its the only thing that matters actually. dean fully convinced its normal and straight to think about being a woman so you can fuck your male friend. incredible. op im proposing to you

Sinnerman by a_good_soldier (10k)

Dean listens to Nina Simone, reads Anne Carson, and makes out with a dude (sort of).

yall want to read about dean realizing he’s in love with a man as a direct result of learning to better respect women right?

you’re fooling yourself by cowboydeanwinchester (13k)

Dean Winchester and Castiel retire from hunting to raise baby Jack. Dean struggles to allow himself the things he truly wants.

Jack is two, Castiel and Dean are idiots, and Sam's gotta solve everyone's problems.

love a married couple who doesn’t know they’re married <3 everyone say thank you sam for bullying dean

The Girlfriend Experience by rageprufrock (15k)

While it's not like Dean hasn't had a couple of truly regrettable hit-and-runs in his sexual history, this is probably the saddest fucking thing that has ever happened to him.

a classic for good fucking reason. we’ve all talked about dean thinking holding hands is too gay after having just had gay sex but my personal favorite was sam accusing dean of cheating on cas because dean bought condoms. incredible

No Kingdom To Come by domesticadventures (16k)

“We should fuck,” Dean says.

Cas looks up from where he sits on his bed, hair still damp from the shower, frowning as he places a finger on the page of his book to mark where he left off.

There are a million things Cas could say here; Dean has rehearsed them. After lunch, his restlessness had given way to a vague panic, a dread that matched his every step and crept along with him from room to room. Eventually, he had returned to his bedroom and spent the rest of the afternoon pacing back and forth, playing out all the possible scenarios. When Cas asks him Why? or Are you being serious? or when he sighs and says, in that way he has, Dean, he knows exactly what he’s going to do. He’s going to shrug casually, like he isn’t invested in the answer, like he isn’t desperate for an outlet, and say, Why not? He’s going to raise an eyebrow and say, What, are you not interested? He’s going to crowd into Cas’ personal space, he’s going to shove himself right up in there and whisper Cas against his ear.

Instead, Cas says, carefully, “Okay.”

literally the only quarantine fic i’ve ever bothered to read in any fandom and completely worth it it’s SO good. they become fwb and dean has an existential crisis and he keeps bringing up meaninglessness and death during sex

Bodies by Speary (18k)

It was a secret they never acknowledged even with each other. It would change everything, end everything if either of them ever dropped the act. So they became very good at acting, at keeping up the lie that gave them what they wanted. Even if that lie involved constantly seeking out temporary, consenting female vessels, Cas would do it. He told himself it was worth it for Dean. He just hoped that he could stop wanting more, or maybe one day Dean might stop pretending that he wasn't really sleeping with Cas every time.

i don’t even have anything to add tbh if that summary did not immediately make you click we are very different this fic is incredible. god. fellas do you ever make yourself a woman so you can fuck the man you love without him having to talk about it or confront his sexuality

it’s such a mystery (the way you know me) by fleeceframe (20k)

So the man crouching in front of Castiel is named Dean. He wonders if that’s supposed to mean something to him.

“Cas must’ve got hit with something earlier. He just dropped like a sack of fucking potatoes a minute ago. By the time I was checking on him, he had already woken up again, but now he doesn’t fucking know who we are.”

“I’m right here you know,” Castiel says testily.

Sam’s eyes are wide even as his eyebrows are furrowed, and he looks between Dean and Castiel again.

“What do you remember, Cas?”

“Firstly, that I’m not Cas. I don’t know who Cas is, but it’s not me. I don’t know who either of you are, either."

or the one where castiel is hit with a memory curse that makes him forget the winchester brothers and is stunned to find out he has a family... also why can't he stop thinking about dean?

BEST amnesia fic oh my god. cas my beloved you deserve the world. everyone read this that is not a request.

More Than Ever by Sass_Master (20k)

Dean’s getting some pancakes together for breakfast when Cas saunters in after a run.

He’s trying to focus on whisking batter, unfairly distracted by Cas a few feet away, breathing heavily and shining with perspiration. Dean’s been painfully aware for a long time that Cas is pretty easy on the eyes, but he’s used to seeing Cas buttoned-up and unflappable, looking straight-laced in a stiff oxford and an unflattering trenchcoat.

Now Cas is sweating, Dean’s borrowed t-shirt clinging to his skin, flushed from exertion and Dean really can’t deal with that in his kitchen right now.

this entire series is really good i enjoyed it a lot, i’m just putting this one specifically on the list bc the rest of the series is very explicit and this is really good as a standalone for anyone who wouldn’t be into the rest of the series!!

Being Dean Winchester by Anonymous (20k)

"You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in."

Who the fuck was this bitchy "warrior of God" doing talking to him like that? Fuck Cas-tee-el and his dumbass trench coat and abrasive motherfucking attitude.

Dean was done with this shit.

***

Wherein a monster of the week steals the essence of Castiel's vessel, so he must use Dean, recently raised from hell, as a vessel instead.

it is at this point i realize that there are more fics than i expected there to be on this list that involves a threesome with only two people/using the presence of a female body to act like what’s happening is heterosexual. deangirlism is a disease

I Shall Not Want by domesticadventures (20k)

His grace is burning out, and the wasteland it leaves inside him becomes an echo chamber for all the memories, all the fear and doubt and self-loathing he's collected over the years. Things said and done hound him on endless repeat until he's convinced they’ll break through his skin and fill the silence of the bunker.

His head is killing him, and he sits hunched over an open book, not really reading, just digging his fingers into his skull and praying nothing slips through the cracks.

this one is GORGEOUS i love it so so much. dean and cas are both struggling so much to get by and they’re trying to support each other but fucking it up and they have to grow together and learn to cope with the fact that this is where their lives are and they fall in love i need everyone to read this

To Boldly Go by 8daysuntiltheapocalypseiguess (24k)

Title: Just One of Those Things Author: Impala67 Series: TOS Rating: M Summary: Four years into their five-year mission, and all the planets start to look the same.

In which Dean is not Gene Roddenberry, but he does write Star Trek fanfiction.

mx winchester writing star trek fanfiction to process his own trauma <3 this is a wip but it’s SO good and i also have not consumed a single piece of star trek media so it IS definitely readable to anyone who isn’t a star trek fan. please read this

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo (30k)

“Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.”

this is on here just for the 1.5 people who were putting off this one like i did for no reason. it’s extremely good and it is just gentle. i enjoyed it a lot

Heroes for Ghosts by pantheon_of_discord (42k)

After Sam and Dean are arrested, Castiel is left alone and scrambling to find them. He knows they’re locked away in a government facility, and he’s still able to hear their prayers, but no matter how he tries Castiel can’t seem to track them. He chases leads and even attempts to hunt on his own, but Mary is AWOL, Crowley refuses to help, and Castiel’s options are running out.

Weeks pass, Castiel’s hope dwindles, and through it all Dean prays, keeping them connected. His voice is comforting, frustrating, and occasionally annoying, but in his solitude Castiel comes to cherish it. But then one day, without warning, Dean stops praying, and Castiel is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his feelings.

yall ever wonder what it would’ve been like if the sam and dean arrest storyline in s12 was interesting? yeah <3

Teaching Poetry to Fish by aeli_kindara (52k)

In which Castiel teaches poetry to fish. Also, himself. Also, eventually, Dean.

(A series-long story, diverging slightly from canon after S14.)

cas learning about humanity through poetry before dean and thats what led to him developing enough emotion to be lobotomized....cas i love you so much

Emergence by ellispark (58k)

Something’s been missing from Dean’s life for the past three years, a void left after a hunt gone terribly wrong. He often feels a sense of longing with no discernible cause, a need to talk to someone who isn’t there.

A call from an acquaintance leads Dean to James Novak, a man who disappeared more than a decade ago, and suddenly Dean gets the feeling he’s found what he’s been missing. But James isn’t really James — he’s the angel Castiel, who’s wanted by angels, demons and hunters alike. And he may be at the center of the storm that wrecked Dean’s life all those years ago.

another cool amnesia fic!! for unknown reasons everyone forgot cas three years ago but cas didn’t forget anything. cas deserves so much love and support. god

a turn of the earth by microcomets (95k)

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.

Frigging fantastic.

(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)

cas getting to meet and fall in love with pre hell dean just as much as he loves the dean he already knows oh my GOD. i love this fic so much. turn of the earth my beloved

Crossing Lines by sometimeswelose (122k)

Two Deans, one Cas - it's not as sexy as it sounds

An ethics lesson from Hell

The one where Dean from the past meets Dean in the present. They're not sure they like each other very much.

deans intense self hatred vs cas’ unwavering love for every version of dean oh my GOD also this is a wip fair warning but it’s so worth waiting for updates i’m having such a great time with this one i cannot wait to see how it gets ended

Plot Holes by saltyfeathers (160k)

Of course it wasn’t over after the apocalypse.

There was season six. Then there was season seven. Against all expectations, there was season eight. There were the alphas and purgatory, and then the Leviathans, and then the angels fell. Enter season nine. Loose threads Metatron, Abaddon, and Crowley have to be tied up. Sam, Dean, and Cas have to try to tie them while at the same time dealing with their evolving relationships and newfound graceless states.

Amidst all the chaos, someone has started publishing the Supernatural novels again. Convinced there’s something amiss in the pages, Charlie starts her own quest to suss out the truth behind the Winchester Gospels.

With the help of various faces, old and new, they must now not only deal with the typical runs of demons and recently fallen angels, but also reconcile the battles raging inside themselves, as the fate of the world, once again, quite literally lays in the palm of their hands.

saltyfeathers said i WILL make the plot holes in this show mean something because the showrunners are sure as shit never gonna adress them ! and i thank them for it bc this was a really cool read

Casefic/Roadtrip Fic

Deprived Of Every Planet by KelpietheThundergod (9k)

Dean's breathing is audible in the scant space between them, irregular. The motel room is dark, pale blue shadows falling in through the gaps in the blinds. Throwing a pattern of uneven white stripes over the bunched up covers. Over Dean's fingers twisted in the sheets. One half of him in shadow, softened by the dark. The heat of his skin. The tremble of him under Castiel's touch.

He caresses a hand over Dean's chest, slowly. Dean's mouth falls open, his body arching into Castiel's touch. Castiel stops over Dean's heart. Through the fever of his desire, he rejoices about the wonder of experiencing another's heartbeat through one's own senses.

Dean gasps, but then he turns his face away and towards the dark. Eyes closed tight and brows furrowed like something is hurting him.

Castiel stills.

“Dean?”

the case is background on this one but it Does take place over the course of a case so im putting it here. god touchstarved dean trying so hard to work through his shit for cas head in my hands i love this fic so much

before and after breakfast by spocklee (10k)

The monster of the week is a ghost who hates meat, alcohol, and feeling yourself. Guess who it is during the commercials.

chapter 2 of this one.....god. dean and cas you are both so unwell <3 i love everything abt this fic everyone read it now

we shovel all the ashes out by xylodemon (15k)

Dean’s always known things were headed this way. He just figured getting dragged under would be cleaner and easier than jumping in feet-first.

fics that make you go Oh they love each other...also there’s lesbians in it literally what else could you want.

thunder road by dothraki_shieldmaiden (20k)

After Chuck is defeated and the Winchesters settle into life without God, Dean Winchester is bored.

OR: Dean and Cas take a road trip and figure out some stuff along the way.

this fic is just like. it’s kind! this fic is kind it’s just a pleasant experience and i enjoyed it thoroughly. they’re in love and it’s good

Suck It, Judy Garland by GlitterDwarf, midrashic (20k)

It had to be St. Louis. Or, the one where Sam and Cas get fake married for a case, and Dean loses his mind.

actually im gonna defend dean here imagine youre dean and cas gives what definitely sounded like a deathbed love confession while making eye contact with you and then immediately afterwards fake dates your brother. who among us would not have been a bitch about this

best friends without benefits by lizbobjones (20k)

It’s nearing three a.m. and they’ve been on the road a long time. Sam’s been asleep in the back seat since eleven. Giving up and handing the wheel over to Cas and letting the guy who doesn’t sleep drive had seemed like a good idea.

the premise of this fic is so funny. cas voice dean you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid. everyone read this

the taste of gravel in the mouth by deathbanjo (22k)

This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore.

alt version of getting rid of the mark of cain, the darkness never happens. this one is VERY heavy but it’s so good and it has a hopeful ending. ive read this one twice and loved it both times

Someone Who’s Feeling For Me by ellispark (45k)

Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight.

Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there. Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away.

Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be. Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked.

hello op please contact me. please contact me and let me see the inside of your brain. this fic was an unparalleled experience and everyone should also go through it. i love it so very much

Bumper Cars by mansikka (111k)

Two teenagers are missing from an abandoned carnival, and there’s enough to raise suspicion that their disappearance involves a ghost. Dean, Sam, and Cas arrive in town to investigate, though what they find leads them away from those teenagers, and on the trail of a ghost story that churns up things from their past.

Can newly-human Cas, and Dean, with the help of shipper!Sam, work out the mystery behind the abandoned carnival and its ghost, and along the way, figure out the riddle that is them?

one of my absolute fav case fics it forces dean to confront some aspects of johns parenting and work through some shit and also him and cas fall in love and it’s really well done. love this one a lot <3

Finale Fix-its/Finale Denial

Sorry Jimmy by K_K_TiBal (2.1k)

Based on the tumblr textpost:

jellydeans: so are cas and jimmy novak just up in heaven existing at the same time katebushstandean: #jimmy moves to heaven timbuku so that dean stops trying to make out with him every time they run into each other at the heaven grocery store

this one is just extremely funny. local midwestern heterosexual man is forced to play relationship counselor to the dumbest gay people in existence because one of them wore his face

Dean Winchester Really Needs To Make Some Gay Friends by AreYouReady (2.2k)

“Like, I’m trying to think if I’ve had, I don’t know, crushes. If I ever had a gay thing before you came along and just didn’t notice,” Dean said.

Cas suddenly looked down, and away from Dean. If Dean didn’t know better, he would swear Cas looked guilty.

“What is it, Cas?”

“You have had several… gay things before.” Cas still wouldn’t look at him.

“What? When? How come you know this better than I do?”

There was no way the answer to this question wasn’t funny as hell.

dean learning about gay ppl via the memories of dean smith...incredible.

tiny difference (between ending and starting to begin) by sunforgrace (2.4k)

Sometimes Dean catches Cas staring at the sky.

It doesn’t happen often. Not when Dean’s around to tell, anyway. But often enough that he starts to notice.

Eventually Dean starts to recognize the pattern.

Cas just doesn’t watch the sky. He watches the birds.

Chuck is gone, Cas is human, and the world is safe. In the quiet aftermath Dean and Castiel find each other again.

i really don’t have much to say abt this one it is just very good and they love each other so much

Bring Home by cenotaphy (3.8k)

Dean's phone doesn't ring on the drive back to the Bunker, but that's okay. Because—well, maybe Cas lost his cell, what with getting shuffled back and forth between a cosmic void dimension and all. And anyway, Dean doesn't want this conversation to happen over the phone, he wants to—he wants to talk to Cas face-to-face. They should talk face-to-face.

Dean will tell him—

Dean doesn't know what he'll tell Cas. Dean is, in fact, terrified by how utterly and completely he does not know what he'll say to Cas.

cas being forced to face the consequences of sending the risky text that was despair <3

dean’s coworkers vs the heteronormative agenda by cowboydeanwinchester (4.1k)

Dean started working at a local auto repair shop in Lebanon, Kansas about a year ago. His coworkers don't know much about him. Except that he has a wife. Or maybe he doesn't. But he has a kid. Who is either a toddler or a high schooler. Who is either named Jack or Sammy. He also might have a best friend named Cas, but that also might be his wife.

Truth is nobody knows what to make of Dean.

obsessed w people not knowing a single fucking thing about dean because he talks so much and never explains anything. this fic is SO funny

Enhanced Extraction Techniques by goldenraeofsun (5.8k)

The Empty takes Meg’s shape, Samandriel’s, Duma’s, every one of the thousands of angels Cas killed up in heaven. But in the middle of lecturing Cas in the form of Balthazar, it explodes in a burst of light and sound.

Dean Winchester stands in the aftermath.

the empty playing mind games on an awake cas bc it can’t put him to sleep is a thing i like a lot and this is very very good

Speak Silence No More by rea_sunshine (8.1k)

When Dean imagined this moment, it went like this:

Dean bursts into the Empty—guns blazing, chin high, righteous anger coursing through him. No matter what form his plans and fantasies and whiskey-drunk-whispered-promises took, he is always, always successful. When he imagined it, he was finally the hero Cas deserved.

The reality of the moment is this:

It’s fucking cold.

dean and cas STILL managing to not communicate with each other properly after the confession is so funny to me and this fic does it really well. also i like that a human being in the empty, where humans do NOT belong, had some like. consequences

my heart is a compass by lagaudiere (10k)

“There you are,” the Empty says, in Dean’s voice. It’s cold, like Dean’s eyes are cold, his expression set in contempt. It’s the expression Cas feared, he realizes, all the times he thought about saying it. Revulsion. It makes him feel sick in the way that goes beyond physical, here where there is nothing physical left.

The moment before it happened had been so sweet it covered up all the hurt. For years, Cas had been holding back those words, biting down on his tongue to keep from saying them. And now he had said it, and he knew that it was good, knew that it was worth it. But on the other side there is only this.

In the Empty, Cas dreams of his regrets, until someone comes looking for him.

one of thee best dean rescues cas from the empty fics out there i love the way his memories are written i love how many of them were ones that this fic came up with to give me new things to have brainworms over instead of just making me more fixated on He Watched Him Rake Leaves than i already am

killing time by orestespdf (11k)

It's been four years since Dean saved Cas from the Empty and confessed his feelings in return, and in their Vermont lakehouse, the retired couple is now learning how to heal. One morning, Dean gives Cas a haircut.

(A character study of Castiel.)

perfect fic perfect fic no notes no complaints they love each other so much and now dean is giving cas a haircut and they’re spending the day together. god.

and every time we kiss, i swear i can fly by knameless (14k)

Every time, Dean tells himself it’s the last.

aka, twelve times dean and cas kiss.

a just boy best friends kiss for every season <3 mwah

for which no words exist by MediaWhore (14k)

'a prayer for which no words exist' // richard siken

"Dear Cas who art in my bathtub, give me the strength to be honest about how I feel. For your sake and for mine. Forgive me all the times I wasn’t in the past, all the words I should have said but didn’t. And please stay. Please stay with me when all is said and done. Amen. "

Dean rescues a newly human Cas from the Empty. That's the easy step.

mediawhore i am in LOVE with you oh my god this fic. this fic. dean taking care of cas after rescuing him dean wrapping cas in a blanket oh my GOD

swimming with the fish pond fish by februyuri (17k)

Some time between Dean bleeding out on a makeshift hook in a barn in Ohio and Sam making marshmallows on his funeral pyre, Dean was brought back to life. By Castiel. Again. Dean agreed to it if only to give Jack time to work out the glitches up top. So, now Dean’s back in the land of the living and things are ... actually good, for once.

Or, as good as they can be when demons are attacking Earth, Dean’s failing to get over why he died in the first place, and Cas is suddenly, inexplicably taking every opportunity to casually tell Dean that he loves him.

this is a wip! but it is so good and so worth the read i love it a lot and am very excited for the last chapter. it IS pretty heavy though dean has a LOT to work through

looking like a true survivor (feeling like a little kid) by courfeyrac (20k)

"Jack’s a clever kid—has been ever since he was born, maybe even before that—but Dean’s pretty sure he hasn’t figured out where they’re going yet. And Dean’s… Dean’s excited about it. He remembers planning surprises for Sammy when they were little—saving up quarters and sneaking off to the arcade the year he turned seven, or slipping a book Dean had seen Sammy admiring into his jacket before sprinting out of the store the year he turned twelve. There was only so much Dean could give him back then, hindered by lack of finances and transportation and a father who paid attention. Now, though, Dean’s got a wallet full of cash, a tank full of gas, and the freedom to give his kid the kind of birthday he deserves."

Or, it's Jack's fourth birthday, and the kid wants to go to Build-A-Bear.

EVERYONE READ THIS RIGHT NOW. that is not a request this fic undid me. oh my god. oh my god. they’re a family and they’re going to build a bear and they love each other. oh my god. also no it isn’t a baby jack fic he is 4 and he is also alcal

what’s missing is found (our souls can exhale now) by sobsicles (27k)

It's not the first time Claire has ever gone missing. It is, however, the first time Kaia panics about it. Dean's dragged into the mess, but he soon finds that it's the best thing that could have happened to him.

~~~

"But have you ever just met someone and maybe it wasn't from the first moment, maybe it was after all these other moments that meant more than you ever expected them to, and it seems like your soul just—just—" Kaia makes a helpless gesture with her hands, pushing out, and she breathes out loudly. "Like it can finally exhale. And that person isn't guaranteed to make you happy, but they're—they're important. You just know it, you can't even escape it, you can't let them go. Ever met someone like that, Dean?"

"I—" Dean halts, his mouth hanging open. He's looking at Kaia, who's looking at him, and his heart is fluttering in his throat like a caged bird aching to soar again. His mind threatens to spiral out of control, but he focuses, swallowing hard. "Yeah. Um. I—yeah, I have."

deancas AND dreamhunter we love to see it also dean DOES smoke weed with kaia and apologizes for pulling a gun on her what more could you want in a fic

Command Me To Be Well by prospopeya (28k)

Dean did a lot of thinking about when and how he would get Cas back. Months of it, actually, stretching into a year, because while Sam and Eileen were settling into their new lives, Dean was stuck. He was stuck in a faraway corner of the bunker, dark and empty and hollow, ringing with the sound of a vibrating phone.

So when he falls to his knees in that same room, exhausted, hurting, breathless, and he feels a hand on his shoulder and looks up to see Cas, he realizes that he doesn't have a single clue about what to do now. Getting Cas out had been easy--actually, it'd been the opposite of that--but the planning of it, the methodical desperation of one attempt after the other had been a familiar rhythm. It'd been soothing almost, solid, something to focus on that wasn't Cas's eyes, watery and jubilant in a way Dean hadn't ever seen that up close on anyone, let alone Cas.

And now Cas is pulling him to his feet, and Dean's stumbling, and he instinctually grabs Cas's arm, and his hand lights up with a fire that he isn't prepared for.

"Hello, Dean."

oh post despair lack of communication....oh dean refusing to work through his feelings...this fic is incredible i love it everyone who enjoys dean doing everything in his power to avoid talking about feelings up to and including having sex with the guy who’s in love with him multiple times should read this

break the skin (to break the barriers) by sobsicles (29k)

The first time she meets him, he's nothing more than an almost-missed appointment.

SOBSICLES TATTOO FIC MY BELOVED. dean grieving and getting tattoos and it turns into tattoo therapy. im SO in love with mitzi it’s insane. requires some suspension of disbelief for how long a tattoo takes but it’s an incredible fic and an unparalleled experience. sobsicles does not miss

ascend by quiettewandering (53k)

Something in the world is wrong.

Demon activity is rising where mysterious black substance oozes and unusual ecological events are shaking the world. Dean, grief hanging on his shoulders, restlessly searches for answers that might lead him to the Empty… and to Cas.

But what Chuck wrote can’t be undone. The narrative thread pulls Dean along, forcing him to comply. Because once a story already has an ending, it can’t be rewritten.

Or can it?

SUPER cool concept i liked this a lot i’m pretty sure everyone’s read it already but just in case someone hasn’t you absolutely should

oh sooner or later it all comes down to faith by sobsicles (62k)

Getting used to Heaven is something of a marvel. It ain't perfect, and Dean thinks he'd hate it if it was, which is probably why it isn't.

~~~

"You don't understand," Dean whispers, exhaling shakily. "I know you don't, because even I don't. The instant you were gone, I wanted you back. Cas, I wanted you back. I wanted—I wanted—"

Cas stares at him, searching his face. After a moment, his own face falls slack, eyes widening just so. "Oh," he breathes out.

Dean wants to be furious that Cas has figured it out before he has—whatever it is—but he's not even that surprised. Cas knows him too well, always has, even more than Dean knows himself. He's been kicking Dean in the goddamn teeth with how deeply he understands him, even about the things Dean doesn't, ever since they first met. You don't think you deserve to be saved, that's what Cas had said. All bundled up in impossibilities and power, this being that looked at Dean Winchester and knew every single inch of him, as if he had a right to each part.

"What?" Dean grits out.

"I love you, too."

the ONLY heaven fic. i do not read heaven fics bc i refuse to budge in my finale denialism i refuse to read fic where it is accepted that dean dies. i was hesitant to read this but god im glad i did it was so good. literally the best possible outcome of dean dying

Endverse

final fantasy. by orange_crushed (1.9k)

“If I’d actually been born human, would I have gotten sick like everyone else? Would I be running around gnawing on the neighbors?” Castiel tilts his head up and even from here Dean can see the black ring of his pupils, wide and dark as dead stars. He’s high as fuck and he’s been loading the guns for forty-five minutes. He stares into the space where Dean is. He smiles and shows his teeth. “Maybe you’d have already put a bullet in my head.”

"This is why you don’t lead storytime anymore," Dean says. "This kind of shit."

endverse last night on earth fics are something that can be so personal actually. god

The Last Song by Moorishflower (3.5k)

The very last song is the Song of Solomon, and Castiel sings it only for Dean. Set in "The End."

this is like. pre endverse and the tone is so like. wistful? is the best word ive got? it’s gorgeous i love it but fair warning there is graphic description of like. viscera and infected wounds

to think that we could stay the same by cipherwriter (6.5k)

cas has all he needs; himself, his creation, and enough power to continue this cycle for a long time. he's fine. dean wants to take care of him anyway.

oh my GOD this one is good it’s based off the thing of how originally endverse cas was supposed to be just sitting in a room killing and resurrecting the same cockroach over and over. very bittersweet at some points i love it a lot, do not read it if youre looking for something happy though lmao

the first church at the end of the world by withbloodstainedclothingon (11k)

The angels don’t eat the brain. Only Croats do that.

this one is fucked but it’s incredible it contains very heavy and violent subject matter and cas is an Actual cult leader he doesn’t just have orgies it is SO well done and i had a great time reading it i recommend it very highly if the warnings sound like something you can stomach

Down to Agincourt by seperis (1.1 million. i know. yes it’s a wip)

There is no such thing as a guarantee when it comes to war.

The outcome's known. Why try? Return your rusty sword to battered sheath, bow your head and bend your stubborn knee. Why take the field when you cannot win the war? But Harry -- he went down to Agincourt.

PLEASE. i know the length is intimidating i KNOW it’s a very long fic but please. please read down to agincourt i am begging you. head in my HANDS this series is incredible.

Non Supernatural AUS

Long-Term Relationship by bendingsignpost (2.7k)

Castiel says, budging over to make room for Dean on the couch, “I thought we should have a serious talk about our relationship.”

Reflexively, Dean laughs.

Castiel does not.

“Uh, Cas... you know we’re not dating, right?”

look man it’s bendingsignpost okay. it’s bendingsignpost it’s good and it’s sweet and you should read it

One White Lie by komodobits (11k)

Castiel takes a deep breath and rings the doorbell. He doesn’t need to run through what he’s going to say – he’s already planned and edited and rehearsed it a thousand times. He is going to ask Dean Winchester out to dinner. If it’s not too forward, he’ll say, perfectly charming. You see, I’ve seen you around the neighbourhood and you always seem so earnest and I’d really like to get to know you bette— The door swings open, and Castiel panics.

He intends to excuse himself. He means to apologise and come back some other time. However, in a moment of blind fear, what comes out of his mouth instead are the words, “Could you spare a moment for Jesus Christ?”

do you ever pretend to be a jehovahs witness for months to hang out with the guy you like because you fucked up asking him out? yeah.

separate ways and sleeping dogs by sobsicles (53k)

Dean is three years sober when Cas comes back into town.

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For a moment, they just stare at each other. Dean, once again, has to swallow the urge to offer to swallow something else. It's very hard to resist the gut-wrenching pull of want that hooks in his chest whenever he looks at Cas. And to think, he used to have him, used to be able to act on that want.

God, he's so fucking stupid.

Well, there's no point in kicking himself three years later for shit he can't change. He'll just sit right here and pretend that his fingers aren't twitching with the urge to reach out and touch. He can't do that anymore, and it's his own damn fault.

"Three years ago," Cas prompts.

Dean huffs a weak laugh. "Yeah. Eventful."

this fic hit me SO hard emotionally oh my god. don’t have much to say bc most of my thoughts on this fic are very personal but my god read this please

Everyone’s a Critic by Englandwouldfall (109k)

The one where uninspired chef Dean Winchester has a one night stand with the male (!) food critic who described the flavour of his garlic bread as 'closeted' and accidentally ends up dating him to try and prove that he's a kick ass chef, thank you very much.

(He may have a point about the 'closeted' thing).

this one is SO fun. dating the food critic who called your garlic bread closeted and lying about your career because you’re embarrassed and you want to redeem your food in his eyes but then you fall in love with him

Non Destiel Centric

gender? you mean that thing i have that pisses people off? by bigender dean winchester (homosexualitie) (946 words)

sam and dean paint each other's nails and dean abuses the technicalities of her gender. what more could you want?

HELLO HE/SHE DEAN COMMUNITY oh my god the pure rush of euphoria reading this. oh my god. oh my god.

the quiet road to a distant city by rottingbrains (1.2k)

Sam stares out the windshield again. They’re approaching a city, and she can see the lights in the distance. She’s past the danger zone, and she feels like the world around her reflects that in some way she can’t put into words- as if God is telling her that it’s okay. She did the right thing, and soon she will be past the lonely unknown and into the warm, forgiving light of acceptance. Or something. Come to think of it, the lights only look warm from far away, and she knows that the actual city will seem far less welcoming. Still. Best not to imagine the worst when it’s already going well.

required reading for transfem lesbian sam fans. fics that live in your ribcage to make your heart feel good

Four People Ruby Seduced & One She Actually Fell For (Or: Ruby's Epic Love Affair with Humanity in General and Sam in Specific) by tuesday (3.7k)

In which Ruby has a lot of sex, is not any kind of therapist that would be legal, and helps a few people out for her own reasons. (S4/S5 AU)

for everyone out there who enjoys ruby being a girlboss <3

Fractured Link by Trell (orphan_account) (5.5k)

Meg goes on, resolute despite the way Dean flinches, "He likes me. He likes me a lot, and I like him back, and that's probably good enough for both of us. But fuck me for saying so, Dean-o, he loves you, probably more than anything else on his daddy's green Earth, and you need to man up and give back what Clarence over there has been devoting to you for years."

this is meg/dean/cas which is not smth i really seek out but this was extremely good. set in s7 so it’s meg and dean and honey cas and it’s a lot of dean figuring his shit out and trying to forgive cas and i love meg a lot in this

#spn #supernatural #destiel #deancas #mine

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worth-more-than-two-thousand · 3 years

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Returning from the Dead is Easier Said than Done...

Request: Welcome, Shiny! May I request an x Reader (can be fem or gender neutral) where Echo (post-citadel) comes up to their s/o's doorstep to give them flowers and ask them on a date? A plus if the Bad Batch teases him for dressing up nicely and buying flowers. Thank you! (@handmaidenthesimp)

Author’s Note: Enjoy! If anybody wants me to repost with a gender-neutral reader, just let me know.

Story Notes: Some swearing, not much else to warn you about. Take place in-between Season 7 of CW and The Bad Batch. No Omega this time, sorry!

🖑 🖑 🖑 🖑 🖑

Being declared dead was uncomplicated. Your Republic file was branded with a "KIA" stamp, everyone stoically mourned, and someone just a bit shinier would step in to fill your shoes.

Being declared undead, however, was decidedly more complicated. Oh, Echo was reassigned to Clone Force 99 easily enough. But it was the little things that seemed to get mired in red tape. Getting his few personal effects back. Re-opening his modest credit account.

Approving a rental application.

Admittedly, it wasn't that Echo really needed his own place; clones were conditioned to be accustomed to share minimalist, often-cramped quarters. And they were always on the move, so it hardly made any financial or practical sense, in the long run.

But right now, oh, did Echo dearly wish that he was dressing up in the privacy of his own space...and not the shared cabin area of the Havoc Marauder.

He kept his face stoic, as though readying for battle, refusing to acknowledge his teammates goggling in the background. They had returned early from their supply run. Echo had meant to be out of here an hour ago, but (somehow) hadn’t counted on just how difficult it would be to get dressed into multiple clothing pieces with a scomp link for a hand.

So that’s how his comrades found him: trying to wrangle a neck accessory into submission by sheer will.

Oh, if Fives could see him now.

“You look funny,” Wrecker had declared decisively after an unbearably long silence. “What’s that thing you’ve got on?”

“It’s a suit,” he grumbled, refusing to look any of them in the eye. “I’m going to see Y/N.”

Wrecker gasped like a fishwife. He leaned forward, and pitched his voice low. As though the others couldn’t still hear him in the tinny space. “Your girlfriend? You mean you’re going to see her for the first time....since…” Wrecker made a muted cartoonish sound with his mouth, clenching then expanding his fingers in a gesture for ‘explosion’.

Echo stared at him for a moment disbelievingly, before nodding slowly, forcing the sarcastic response he really wanted to say back down. He couldn’t fault Wrecker for being...well, Wrecker. He had all the tact of a rampaging bantha.

“An’ what’s that? Around your neck?”

Echo opened his mouth, but someone cut across his response. “A bowtie,” Crosshair drolled, though his eyes glittered with amusement. Echo tensed, knowing that he wasn’t going to like what was coming next.

“Fifty credits says he chokes, and he ends up strangling himself with it in shame."

“No way!” Wrecker exclaimed, always the optimist. He clapped Echo on the back, who was unprepared so his knees buckled. He felt his metal joints strain. “Don’t worry, Echo,” his brother rasped in the loudest whisper known to man. “I bet she’s gonna love it!”

“You know,” Tech piped up unhelpfully, “Your strategy may backfire. The current deviation from your usual appearance may be so jarring for your beloved that she refuses your offer out of simple self-preservation instincts.”

Echo gritted his teeth. “Right. You have stats to back that up, I suppose?”

Tech blinked at him owlishly. “Of course I don’t. This is an obvious possible outcome.”

“I’m trying to look nice,” he snapped, scowling.

There was a loaded pause. “...’trying’ being the objective word here,” Crosshair smirked.

Before Echo could wipe the look off his comrade’s face with a well-placed ARC trooper punch that would’ve made Hardcase proud, Hunter wedged his way in between them, hands up in a conciliatory gesture.

“All right, laugh it up, fellas. Personally, I think you’re all jealous because you don’t have a girl waiting for you like Echo does.” Hunter turned to face their newest member, took the bowtie that was clenched in Echo’s fist, and smoothed it out before proceeding to tie it around his neck with surprisingly deft hands.

Crosshair ‘hmphed’ while Wrecker verbally agreed, looking slightly put out by the undeniable truth. Tech simply nodded in neutral confirmation. The group lapsed into a somewhat awkward (but not unwelcome) silence as Hunter finished tugging at the folded ends of the bow, then double-checking to ensure it was straight. He stepped back to assess his work.

“You look good,” he said sincerely.

Echo thought he was in the clear.

Hunter frowned. “But...it looks like you’re missing something.”

Or not.

“Like dignity?” Crosshair drawled from a dark corner of the ship that Echo frustratingly couldn’t glare at.

“A sense of self-confidence,” Tech suggested. He wasn’t joking.

“FLOWERS!” Wrecker boomed confidently. “All girls like flowers. You gotta get her some before you see her!”

“I...fine.” Echo relented, anything to get his teammates to shut up. He shoved his way through them towards the bridge. “I’ll get her some flowers. You all stay here until I get back. I mean it, Fives!” he warned.

An uneasy silence followed him, which he didn’t register until he reached the landing ramp.

He shot an exasperated look back at them. “What?’

“...Your former comrade is not here, Echo.” Tech finally spoke. His words were clinical, as always, but there was a touch of understanding underlying his tone.

Echo froze, just for a moment, then shook off the shock of his faux pas as best as he could.

It wasn’t the first time that had happened, after all.

Echo descended the landing ramp, squared his shoulders, and marched into town.

Y/N lived in a run-down but culturally distinct district of Coruscant, characterized by food stalls from species and ethnicities all over the galaxy. Children often ran through the streets, sellers in colorful robes and attire shouting their wares and art for all to peruse. It was one of the nicer markets, he thought, having come here once. He had been accompanying Y/N on her usual run for specialized ingredients that made the diner she worked at the talk of the galaxy.

Echo elbowed his way through the crowded street, content to simply blend in with the crowd, to forget about being a soldier for a moment.

He paused at a flower stand and was mindful not to draw too much attention to his scomp-link hand as he ordered a dozen sunflowers, which he remembered were Y/N’s favorite. When his credit chip was declined, however, he sighed and reached into his pocket to see what spare change he could muster up. Being that he was wearing a never-worn suit, however, meant that there was no change to be found, and the unimpressed florist snatched the bouquet away.

That’s okay, Echo. Y/N doesn't need flowers. She just wants to see you.

At least, he hoped that was the case. He hadn’t exactly written to her yet, unsure that he could sufficiently explain his sudden non-death in typed words...

Surprise! I’m not dead! Hey, you know that explosion on the citadel? Well, I survived! And out of it, I got an all-expenses paid trip to the Techno Union research facility! Why didn’t I write? Well, I was in stasis most of the time and that part’s a bit fuzzy. I also was responsible for killing my brothers by using their own battle plans against them. Oh, and you might notice that I’m missing most of my fleshy bits these days…

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, which were more rapid these days thanks to his enhancements. He was good at compartmentalizing, though. He had to be. He was still a soldier, through and through, and no one wanted a soldier who was about two seconds away from a mental breakdown.

Yeah, a letter to Y/N wouldn’t have cut it. But he still felt like maybe he could have sent ahead some sort of...heads up? A warning? A ‘Please don’t scream when you see me because I don’t think my heart could take it?’

His feet finally guided him to the front entrance of the building where he knew she lived on the 14th floor. Glancing around, he spotted some blue flowers sprouting in a planter near the entrance. He yanked a fairly healthy-looking handful from the soil, shaking the roots to get most of the dirt off. He tucked the strangled roots into his fist so that they would be less obvious.

It was time. He nodded to himself, squared his shoulders, and entered the building.

A short elevator ride later, Echo could feed the sweat beading at his forehead and neck. At least his fight or flight response seemed to be healthy and alive, and Echo tuned out everything but the door in front of him, adorned with a purple wreath of lavender flowers.

He stood in front of the door, and raised his hand to knock.

He stood…

In front of the door…

...and raised his hand…

...to knock, you coward. Just fucking knock.

His raised knuckles, however, refused to move. Echo caught a glimpse of himself in the curtained window panes on the sides of the door, and at the sight of his bloodless face, suddenly felt a whole lot less sure of himself.

He looked ridiculous.

He and Y/N had barely gotten to know each other before his untimely death.

What if she was with someone new?

This was a terrible idea. Echo should leave now, before he caused himself any more embarrassment. Crosshair might get his fifty credits, after all.

Echo had just convinced himself to turn around and admit defeat, when the door suddenly swung open.

Two Y/C/E eyes met his.

There were points during Echo’s battle career where time slowed to a crawl. When an explosive grenade was thrown just a bit too close, or the comrade you had just exchanged banter with received blaster fire to the face.

Echo was experiencing the same sensation now, but he would voluntarily stay in this moment forever, if he could. He fervently hoped his nightmares would be replaced with the sight that was etched before him.

She was wearing her yellow work uniform, white apron pressed crisply with starch...and was as beautiful as ever. Her hair was up in a messy ‘late-for-work’ up-do, a smudge of blushed color not quite within the lines of her lips smearing her cupids’ bow where she had applied it in a rush.

He couldn’t determine whether her reaction to his sudden appearance was positive or not, and so didn’t dare speak first, breathlessly afraid that if he did, the moment would shatter.

He saw her swallow hard, glancing at him from head to toe, gaze landing on his right hand.

He guarded his heart.

“Ech? Echo, is that you?” she whispered. Her eyes tore away from the scomp link hand, and began searching his face as though just as afraid he would disappear.

He nodded. “Yeah,” he rasped, then cleared his throat. “Yeah, it’s me.”

The silence stretched out, and the fight or flight response was creeping back.

“I know I look a bit different.” He tried for a light-hearted joke, but couldn’t quite get his tone to match. “Had some work done. What do you think?” He winced slightly.

She stepped forward and he froze as Y/N lifted her fingers, hesitating briefly before gently touching one of the metal bolts by his left temple. Her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“...do they hurt?”

He gasped a little as he remembered to breathe again.

“No,” he reassured her, raising his undamaged hand to steady hers. “No, it doesn’t hurt.”

“...good.”

The wind was knocked out of him as Y/N flung her arms around him, burying her face in his neck, tardiness to her job completely forgotten.

She began sobbing. It wasn’t neat little sobs, like in the scripted holovids, but heaving sobs that wracked her whole body, and he worried slightly that she was going to faint on him. He forgot about his scomp link for the first time as he rubbed it in circles against her back, murmuring nonsense words of comfort in her ear.

After several minutes, she sniffled, stepping back. She rubbed her nose ungracefully where snot was leaking out, but Echo could have cared less about any of that. He only kept his arms out to steady her, in case she needed support again.

Y/N glanced down suddenly, and flushed.

“Oh. I’ve crushed them.”

Echo followed her gaze and saw that he was still holding the blue flowers from the planter in his good hand, the bouquet having been caught in between their bodies when she had thrown herself at him. They did look a little worse for wear.

He shrugged unconcernedly. “They were free,” he said, not wanting her to feel guilty.

She stared at him for a moment before a bubble of laughter burst from her lips. She still looked like she was about to sob at any moment, but she smiled tremulously at him through shining eyes.

Desperate to make her feel better, he began rambling.

“I can get you better ones! N-not right now, though,” he stuttered. “Actually, it turns out that I don’t have any credits on me at the moment. Everything’s still kind of backed up at the bank regarding my accounts. Also, this suit is new. Well. Not new. It used to belong to this woman’s father who we rescued during a mission on Bith. Long story.” His brain, which worked faster than usual these days anyways, still couldn’t seem to catch up to his mouth.

He forced himself to get back to the task at hand. “I was actually here to ask you for a date. I mean, assuming there’s no one else at the moment…oh, but you have your job to go do…bantha spit, I forgot about that...” He would have to ask Tech if it was possible for his brain to actually short-circuit.

Echo finally trailed off. Now he was the one blushing.

The whole of Domino Squad was probably having a good laugh at his expense right about now, wherever they were.

But Y/N was still smiling at him. And her chin had stopped wobbling. She gently took the flowers from Echo’s hand and placed them on one of the side tables in the hallway before intertwining her fingers with his and grasping his right hand without hesitation.

“Forget about my job. Let’s go on that date. My treat. Though, if I know Dexter, he’ll give us a free meal, on the house. And the rest of the day off."

For the first time since he had joined Clone Force 99, since he had been rescued on Skako Minor, and even before the Citadel...Echo allowed a true grin of happiness to spread on his face.

“A free meal,” he echoed. “Sounds like a plan.”

#fic request #echo #arc trooper echo #tbb echo #the bad batch #star wars tbb #star wars the bad batch #tbb #echo x reader #echo x you #echo x fem reader #sw tbb #sw the bad batch

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red-dead-do-over246 · 3 years

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Hi! I saw that you were taking requests. I would love to see a fic, Arthur x fem reader, where the reader comes back to the gang, after years of being married to a wealthy man in Saint Denis. Maybe the feelings between Y/N and Arthur never really went away?

True Love Never Dies

It’s been years since Arthur has last seen his old flame. A surprise visit from you years later stirs up feelings he thought were dead.

It was terrible. Sean was dead. Jack was kidnapped. They didn’t get any money.

Now they were living in some place that was barley standing named Shady Belle. Dutch and Hosea were working hard to get Jack back. Other than that, the camp operated as normal (as normal as it could be without our beloved Irishman...😢).

Arthur went on jobs, and brought back food to camp. However normal it may be, Arthur didn’t feel normal. He felt uneasy overall, like something bad was coming. He couldn’t place this bizarre feeling, and believed it to be nerves. A lot has happened recently.

One thing he did know for certain, was that he was a lot closer to Saint Denis.

The last time he saw you all those years ago, you told him that your parents were marrying you off to some rich business man in Saint Denis. It was heartbreaking for you to tell him this, even more so when you knew you could run away with him.

But you were too afraid.

Arthur wondered what would happen if he rode into Saint Denis and saw you. However, he knew better than to do that. You were a part of his past that was buried. No looking back, that was Arthur’s thing, right?

The outlaw didn’t know what to expect when you walked straight into the camp.

He first found out when Lenny yelled that someone was here. Good thing it was Lenny too, anyone else might’ve shot first and ask questions later. Several of the other gang members were already there when Arthur got there. Their guns were drawn on a woman with h/c and e/c eyes. She looked terrified until she saw Arthur.

“Arthur...?” You said hesitantly, not sure how he would respond to seeing you.

“Y/N.” Arthur said with a gentle smile.

This led to both of you going somewhere quiet to talk, away from the prying eyes and ears of the gang. You guys eventually found a nice place to talk just outside of the bayou.

“It’s good to see you Arthur.” You said with a warm smile.

“And you Y/N...but what I don’t understand is how you found me.” He said with a confused look. You rolled

“Simple. I heard some degenerates had a shoot out in Rhodes. Figured it was you and your band of do-gooders.” You said with a smile: “Then I scoped around the area and found where you were holed up.”

Then you glanced out into the trees: “They didn’t seem to remember me...”

“It’s been a while...we’ve also been through a lot.” Arthur explained.

“Seems like it.” You faced the man again while crossing your arms. A moment of silence passed before Arthur asked, “Does...he know your here?”

You shook your head.

Arthur then took off his hat, cleared his throat, and said, “You remember the old times?”

“Of course.” You said with a bright look in your eyes.

“I remember you were scared of being caught by my folks, so you would sometimes leave a butterfly in a jar on my windowsill. Then in the morning, I would set it free.” You said with fondness in your voice. He nodded with a slight laugh.

“I wish things could’ve been different.” You told him sadly while grabbing his arm.

“So do I.” He replied. The sun was beginning to set over the land.

“I’ll take you home.” Arthur offered. You nodded in thanks and he whistled for his horse. He helped you up before mounting as well.

The ride back to Saint Denis was filled with longing. Your arms around him felt too good. It was a feeling he knew he didn’t deserve, but he damn well wanted it. Eventually, you guys reached the place where you lived. Arthur helped you off the horse which you gladly accepted. You now just stared at each other.

Suddenly, you both started to kiss in the streets of Saint Denis. It felt so right, so at place. There in each other’s embrace. You could just run away with this man; you know he would take care of you.

However, that dream ended when the door slammed open. There stood your husband, looking furious as he just caught his wife with another man.

“What are you doing?” He growled while grabbing your arm and dragging you away from Arthur. It took every once of willpower not to grab you back.

“We’ll talk inside.” He growled at you. Then he glanced at Arthur and said, “If I see you around her again, I’ll kill you.”

Arthur said nothing. He just glared at the man then gave you a sad look which you returned. Then the door slammed shut.

And just like that, you were gone again.

What Arthur heard coming from inside the house made his blood boil to a rage he didn’t even know he could feel. Arthur bit back a growl as he reluctantly left the house and mounted his horse.

His hand gently brushed against the revolver in its holster.

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A couple years passed since that day. You were now free to go wherever you pleased. Your husband had been mysteriously shot just before you found out about the bank heist. It’s strange how you didn’t feel anything for the man’s death; if anything you were happy. But your happiness was blotted out by the dark clouds of a certain truth.

A tear ran down your face as you stood before a grave, filled with flowers, on top of a lone mountain. You read the cross’s heading;

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,”

“Arthur Morgan,”

“1863-1899.”

You wiped tears from your face as you fumbled with an object in your bag. After digging around for a bit, you eventually grabbed a jar. Inside was a beautiful butterfly. You placed it by Arthur’s grave and then just stood for a while.

Eventually, while fondling the area where your wedding ring would’ve been, you said, “Thank you Arthur.”

Then you grabbed the jar and released the butterfly. It flew around joyfully at its newfound freedom. Eventually, it disappeared on the horizon line, towards the setting sun. You knew you had to go, so you gave one last longing look at Arthur’s grave before kissing your fingertips and laying them on the cross.

Then you turned around and to your surprise, a lone buck stood there. It just stared at you, occasionally flicking its tail. You began to walk towards it and it continued to stand there, an odd behavior for this animal. Eventually, you walked past it as it continued to stare.

As you disappeared down the hill, you didn’t see your butterfly come back. It fly around the buck while animal looked at it fondly. Soon, it landed on the buck’s head and happily fluttered its wings. The deer seemed to perk up too.

Then they walked off together towards the setting sun.

#read dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 imagine #rdr2 arthur morgan #arthur morgan #arthur x reader #arthur morgan x reader

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 3 years

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Hi love!

Can I please beg for Tangled Geraskier?

Rapunzel Jask. You know I’m a sucker for angst so including the scene where he cuts her hair would slay me 💖💖💖💖💖

TYILYYYYY

Hello, Stina dear! Sorry this took me actual months to write, but it broke me out of my writer’s block and for that I am eternally grateful.

I chose several pieces of the Tangled narrative to write Geralt and Jaskier into... enjoy!

2k-ish words (please leave me comments I’m so tired my dudes)

tw: blood, injury, major character (near) death, if you’ve seen Tangled you’ve seen this

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“So,” Jaskier smiles playfully up at the thief sitting beside him. “Roger Eric, huh?”

Geralt rolls his eyes but Jaskier catches the flush that settles high on his companion’s cheekbones. “It was… It’s a long and boring story about a lot of sad little children that I’m sure you don’t want to hear on such a lovely evening.”

Jaskier scoots closer, until the sides of their arms are pressed too tightly together for even a slip of paper to slide between, and leans his weight against the thief. He bats his thick eyelashes and pouts his lip in a way that always seems to work with his Father. “C’mon, Geralt, please won’t you tell me? Just one little story? I told you about my magical hair, after all.”

“Hmm,” the thief glares dawn at the doe-eyed blonde for a moment before nervously clearing his throat. “Fine. I… I got the name Geralt of Rivia from a collection of short stories that I used to read the other boys at the orphanage in Kaedwen; they were all about this knight who was loyal and brave and courageous despite his hideous appearance. He was rejected by princesses and noble women but was beloved by the people. Having been born with white hair… well, a lot of the folks that came looking for children thought I was under a spell or curse so…. I wasn’t their first choice for adoption.”

“You and Geralt were a lot alike, then. Different. Special… Kind.”

“I wouldn’t say I was spe-”

Jaskier’s hand darts forward and his long, slender musician’s fingers grasp Geralt by the wrist. The fledgling bard clings onto his escort tightly, his large blue eyes suddenly brimming up with tears. “Don’t you dare say you aren’t special, Geralt Roger Eric whatever your surname really is. I’ll never forgive you if you spew such nonsense where my delicate ears can hear it.”

Geralt swallows thickly and glances away. Jaskier always looks so sweet and sincere; the features on his boyish face flicker in and out of focus as patterns of light thrown by their small campfire play across his pale skin. His gaze is intense, focused on Geralt and Geralt alone. The thief panics and asks: “What is it, Jaskier? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You saved me, you know. You saved me from those men back there at the inn, you saved me from being trapped in the tower all my life, you saved me from getting lost in the forest, you… you’re a good person, Geralt. Don’t let the world or the Captain of the Guard or anyone else change your mind, do you understand me? You are-” Jaskier’s hands scrabble frantically to grasp Geralt’s, as if the white-haired man might disappear entirely if Jaskier so much as loosens his grip “- you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me since I’ve been locked in that foul, awful tower!”

“Well I…” Geralt clears his throat again. He stands slowly, disentangling his hangs from Jaskier’s as he takes a slow step back. And then another. “I should go get more firewood.”

Despite the uneasiness in their parting, Jaskier smiles after him.

The momentary spell cast by their closeness is only broken when Jaskier hears a familiar voice from just behind him: “Well, I thought he’d never leave!”

The blonde jumps up from his seat and spins on his heel to face the black-cloaked wizard. “Father? How… How did you find me?”

Stregobor wraps his arms around Jaskier’s shoulders and squeezes so tightly that it feels more like a threat than an embrace. “It was easy, I simply followed the sound of absolute betrayal.”

Jaskier flinches and tries to pull away but cannot yet escape.

“I just brought you this,” his Father continues. He finally releases Jaskier and hands his son the worn leather satchel he’d found hidden in his tower. “If this Geralt creature really is the man you think him to be -and don’t deny it, little flower, I can read your thoughts- give this back to him and see how long he stays.”

“Father, I-”

“Goodbye, my child. See you soon, I’m sure. Just remember that Father knows best!”

And in a swirl of black smoke and confusion, Stregobor disappears.

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“Why do you look so scared?” Geralt asks. He slows the small gondola he’s rented to a stop, turning it slightly more to the side so that they have a better vantage point to see the lanterns spread over the harbor from the city. Jaskier sighs deeply and shakes a stray flower petal away from his eyes, the enormous golden braid shifting ever-so-slightly against his shoulders.

“I’ve been looking out a window for eighteen years,” he says softly. Nervously. “What if… What if it’s not what I expected? I’m terrified to see what it all looks like up close because what if it doesn’t meet my expectations? What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be?”

“It will be,” Geralt replies without thinking.

“And what if it is?” Jaskier queries, voice growing frantic. “What if it’s even more spectacular than I could have ever hoped? Then my dream will have been fulfilled and I’ll just… go back to the tower again.”

“You’ll just have to find a new dream, I guess,” Geralt offers. When Jaskier settles down into the boat a bit more comfortably and smiles shyly back at him, the thief knows he’s hit the right mark for once. Behind Geralt, the first lantern lights up the sky. Jaskier gasps and points, eyes wide and sparkling with excitement; Geralt is utterly enchanted by his easy beauty. The thief digs two paper lanterns out from beneath his seat and offers one to Jaskier, giddy when he grins even more excitedly than before. “I got this for you… I hope you like it.”

“Oh, I love it! And I have something for you, too.” Jaskier turns and pulls something from behind him. The bardling hands Geralt his very own satchel, which the thief briefly accepts and then drops to the floor without a second thought. The anxious blonde musician beams over at him more gloriously than the midday sun and then turns away, blushing a sweet shade of pink. “I should have given it to you earlier, but I was so scared… and now I’m not! I’m not scared anymore!”

“Good,” Geralt smiles back. He’s elated. It feels as if his heart is glowing twice as brightly as any of the lanterns floating past and around them. “That’s very good.”

I know what my dream is now, Jaskier. Now that you’re here by my side I never want to see you frown again. You don’t deserve to be hidden away in a tower where your art is stifled… even if you don’t want to love me back in that way, I’ll still protect you. I want to see how you see the world, Jaskier. I lo-

“Geralt! Look! That one has runes painted on it, what does it say!?”

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Geralt pulls his daggers from his belt but before he can stab them into the craigy stone wall and begin his ascent, the familiar tresses of Jaskier’s long golden hair topple down to reach him. Thank fuck, he’s still alive.

“Jaskier! I thought I’d never see you again!” he calls as he grabs hold of the thick blonde strands.

The thief climbs quickly, his arms and legs nearly cramping with the effort to hurry back to Jaskier. As he hauls himself through the large window and into the tower proper, however, he’s met with a confusing and unsettling sight: Jaskier stands across the room, a cloth gag pulled tightly between his teeth, his hands manacled together behind him. A short length of spare chain attached to the manacles keeps the frightened, struggling blonde tethered against one of the building’s thick support beams. Someone had knocked down a mirror or vase during the previous fighting; shards of pottery and silver lie scattered across the floor, working as a weak barrier to keep Geralt away from the bound man. Jaskier screams out in warning as their eyes meet: “Ghmphh!”

If Jaskier is being held captive then who let his hair do-

Before Geralt can finish fully forming his question, a bright flash of pain arcs out from his side and sends him toppling to his knees. A wet, sticky heat begins to spread from a spot beneath his ribs and when he presses his hand against his shirt it comes way red.

Oh. Oh, no...

He hears Stregobor’s voice addressing the sobbing blonde, “Now look what you’ve done, Jaskier.”

Geralt collapses to his knees and then falls to his side, curling up in the fetal position and clutching at the wound as if that will be any help at all. He knows he’s doomed, but there must be some way for him to help Jaskier… to save his… his love.

“Don’t worry, little flower, our secret will die with your little thief, here, and then we’ll be safe again. Just the two of us.”

Jaskier keens loudly and the sharp, desperate sound of it makes something deep in Geralt’s heart ache. The younger man pulls and yanks against the chains that hold him in place, his bare feet slipping against the polished floor as he tries and fails to reach the wounded Geralt.

Stregobor yanks at the lead, pulling Jaskier back harshly by the arms. The young musician’s shoulders burn with the strain of it but Jaskier pulls forward anyway, uncaring. He must save Geralt, he must. The wizard tugs him back again, more roughly, and the jarring movement loosens his gag. He spits it from his mouth and cries out: “Stregobor! Strego- Father, listen to me!”

The wizard pauses, his interest piqued by Jaskier’s use of the word Father given the circumstances. “Yes, child?”

“Father,” Jaskier pants, turning to look at the man who’d held him captive for eighteen years. The man who kidnapped him from his cradle and forced him to grow up without the love of his real parents. The man who had, mere moments ago, stabbed the love of Jaskier’s life with the full intention of killing him. “I want you to know that I won’t stop fighting you. Every moment of every day for the rest of my life will be spent trying to get away from you. I will scream and kick and struggle and yell and you will have to keep me caged away as a bird or a mouse to make me stay by your side unless-” Jaskier pauses to take a breath, his shoulders sagging as his gaze drops submissively to the floor between them “-unless you let me save this man. Let me save Geralt’s life and I will follow you all around the Continent without a single word of complaint. I will never attempt to run away or hide from you, not once. Everything will go back to being exactly like it was before, Father, I swear on his life.”

Stregobor considers for a moment.

He nods.

“Alright, then. Let’s be quick about it, little flower.”

He removes the shackles from Jaskier and clamps them tightly around Geralt’s wrists instead, securing him to the bannister at the foot of the stairs. To keep him from following us, he remarks offhandedly.

Jaskier pads his way across the floor as quickly as he can in his bare feet and falls to the ground at Geralt’s side. He pulls the wounded thief against his side to steady him and gathers two heavy handfuls of his own long hair. “I’m so sorry! Everything is going to be okay now, Geralt, I swear it.”

Geralt shoves his hands away weakly, “No, Jaskier.”

“You have to trust me, Geralt, I-”

“I c-can’t let you d-do this,” Geralt grunts, teeth gritted against the pain.

Jaskier stares down at him, tears already gathering at the corners of his sky-blue eyes. His voice trembles when he whispers, “And I can’t let you die. I won’t let you die.”

“But if you do th-this then you-” Geralt coughs and Jaskier wipes a trickle of blood away from the corner of the thief’s mouth “-you will die.”

“Shh,” Jaskier quiets him, dropping one fistfull of blonde tresses to cup Geralt’s face instead. “Everything will be alright.”

Geralt smiles sadly up at Jaskier, his decision already having been made. He lets the back of his knuckles ghost across the musician’s peach-soft cheek. Jaskier’s eyes flutter shut for a moment and then open again, curious. “Jaskier, I…”

The thief uses the last of his strength to push up into a sitting position. The hand on Jaskier’s face slides back and gathers his hair at the back of his neck. Geralt’s other hand comes up, a shard of glass gripped tightly in his fist, and slices through the long blonde strands. He watches as Jaskier’s hair turns from radiant gold to chestnut brown. Geralt falls back with a short, sharp sound of agony, his vision already fading around the edges. The shard of mirror, dagger-sharp around the edges, clatters to the ground beside Jaskier.

“No!” Stregobor screams, gathering up an armful of Jaskier’s still-blonde hair. The golden hue is already fading, shifting to match the short brown hair still fluffed around his head. The lost prince watches with wide, horrified eyes as the wizard trips over a loose floorboard and goes careening out the open window.

More worrying than his kidnapper’s death, however, is the man lying in his arms, breathing shallowly. Jaskier gathers Geralt close, tucking the thief’s head against his neck and wrapping his arms around the older man’s broad shoulders. “No, no, no, no, Geralt. Stay with me, okay? Stay with me, right here.”

He grabbed at Geralt’s hand, holding it against the top of his head as he sang desperately. “Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine, make the clock reverse, bring back was once was mi-”

“Jaskier!” Geralt says, pulling his hand down to cup the prince’s face. He can feel his limbs growing cold and numb, distant from him and out of his control. “You… You were my new dream.”

Jaskier sobs, clinging to Geralt with all he’s worth. “And you were mine.”

Geralt manages to smile up into those beautiful blue eyes one last time. And then the world goes dark and his hand falls to the floor, limp.

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Jaskier buries his face in the crook of Geralt’s neck and screams. He throws back his head and howls like a wounded animal, his heart shattering to pieces within the confines of his chest cavity. Then he quiets himself down, adjusts Geralt’s body on his lap, and finishes the song the way he’s been taught to do: “Heal what has been hurt, change the Fates’ design, save what has been lost… bring back what once was mine.”

A single tear falls from his eye and lands on Geralt’s cheek. A cheek that will never blush again, never turn up in a smile, never-

A faint yellow glow catches Jaskier’s vision, just from the corner of his eye. He turns his head to look at Geralt’s wound and gasps: the outline of a golden flower covers his abdomen, glowing so brightly that Jaskier must hide his eyes and turn away to keep from being blinded. When the glow fades enough that can safely look back again, Geralt’s wound is gone and the blood that was once staining his jerkin has disappeared.

He leans over the white-haired thief with bated breath, waiting for a movement or a breath or something… anything.

After a long moment, two honey-hazel eyes blink open. Geralt inhales quietly and then asks, with the sweetest smile Jaskier has ever seen in all his eighteen years of life, “Did I ever tell you I had a thing for brunettes?”

Jaskier squeals with glee and throws himself into Geralt’s waiting arms, pressing their eager mouths together for the first kiss of their Happily Ever After.

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