#god bless the other man for making him anxious

[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #10

synopsis: how the characters react when you, their s/o, gets hurt. 🩹

characters involved: eren, mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha, reiner, bertolt, annie, levi, erwin and hange

notes: i am cooking up a storm, so watch out for that & also hit double digits!!

☆ eren jaeger

bro is INFURIATED

“WHO DID IT HUH?! ILL KILL THEM WITH MY BARE HANDS-”

oh.. you got injured in training? poor babyyy☹️

he’s super sweet and gentle with you.

if anyone tries to go near you though.. he’s super scared they’re gonna accidentally hurt you😭.

so he’s always at the edge of his seat ready to rescue you if needs be.

he gets all of your food, water, clothes, bandages etc.

then the nurses catch him doing it and have to YANK him off of you, once again.

☆ mikasa ackerman

so incredibly caring and concerned 🤍

she was the one who found you on the expedition with a broken leg

she refuses you to the hospital

lets the nurses do their jobs (thank god)

she really wants to be able to help nurse you back to health as well though..

she gives you the next best thing aka massages.

she literally comes in everyday and gives you 3 massages minimum a day

she’ll also sleep in the hospital with you most days.

☆ armin arlert

nothing less than an angel.

for however long you’re in the hospital, he’ll bring you flowers

in there for 3 weeks? new flowers every week.

in there for a week? new flowers every other day.

reads you books every night to help you sleep

sleeps there EVERY single night

always gives good morning and good night kisses

keeps you updated with what’s going on with everyone and training to make sure you don’t miss out.

makes sure to surprise you by bringing your friends there too!! it was a super sweet surprise.

when you’re sleeping, he goes around asking nurses if they need help😖.

☆ jean kirstein

UGH TERRIFIED FOR YOUUU

he has to hype himself up before going to see you in hospital because it just breaks his heart.

but being able to see you, hug you, know that you’re being taken care of makes him feel wayy better.

he’s just happy to see that you’re not too badly injured.

just a sprain from training!

he likes to draw things for you from the outside

or you guys draw together.

yk that cute game where one person draws a squiggle and the other person has to make into a drawing?

yeah, you guys do that. and it’s frickin adorbs😡

☆ connie springer

you went to do some late night training by yourself

and cornelius found you on the ground. in a lot of pain.

he rushed you to the first aid

fastest anyone has EVER seen that man run

you got cleaned up but had to take a break from training until you were better.

definitely tries to make you laugh all the time

even with your injury, he still wants to see you happy and smiling 🤍

☆ sasha braus

aw bless her cotton socks.

your injury wasn’t fatal enough to warrant a hospital stay

but the nurses said to stay home and rest up!

you had to take care of your scar

in her own time, sasha headed over to first aid to ask the nurses how to help you properly☹️.

you literally do not lift a finger!!

she does everything for you, like cleaning it up, wrapping it up etc.

and she’s really good at it and all…

☆ reiner braun

he’s like a scared little boy.

he’ll sit by your side and tell you it’s all okay

but when he’s alone.. HE GETS SO UPSET

sometimes he’ll take ‘bathroom breaks’ just to pull himself together because he hates seeing you in this state :(.

really affects his everyday life

but he hides it well.

BIGG celebrations as soon as you’re out of hospital

is literally like a servant, will get you everything and anything you want.

☆ bertolt hoover

GAH SO ANXIOUS!!

he bakes you cookies for being so brave☹️.

he stays with you all day long until the nurse finally tells him he has to go.

it breaks his heart leaving you but he gets up bright and bloody early to see you in the morning

like i’m talking the second the hospital opens up.

☆ annie leonhart

she’s not nervous,

your injury wasn’t fatal or anything.

she’ll still visit you, of course ;)

she also makes sure to tell you how brave you are

since you are scared of hospitals.

she’ll giggle at your wimpy-ness though.

like you were getting patched up and you were just like trying not to scream

and she was just standing there chuckling at you.

☆ levi ackerman

so so so scared, secretly.

he has lost one too many people

but to lose you? that would completely and utterly BREAK him.

it was a pretty gnarly injury as well…

which was rather terrifying for both you and him

but he’ll keep a cool persona around you.

if he’s unable to visit due to work, he’ll ring the hospital and asks how you are.

he’ll always make time to come see you though, no matter what!!

☆ erwin smith

he hears from his assistant that you’ve been put into hospital

he runs STRAIGHT over and makes sure to comfort you.

he’ll stay till dark when you’re asleep and pay the nurses a visit too

he asks them to take extra good care of you.

if he’s unable to see you, he makes sure to call you up every single day

or at least have SOMEONE come check on you.

☆ hange zoë

GAH!! FREAKS OUT!

hange has seen it all at this rate

but doesn’t seem to heavily affected.

they’ve never really had anyone close to them be extremely injured

they were sooo scared though :(.

it was really sad for everyone to see hange’s energy so low but

they couldn’t help it!!

all they could think about was their poor love in hospital :(.

when they’re around you though, they try to stay positive! and tells you all about their work to keep you both distracted.

#anime and manga #attack on titan #aot fluff #aot x reader #aot headcanons #attack on titan headcanons #aot fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #snk x y/n #snk x reader #snk anime #eren headcanons #mikasa headcanons #armin headcanons #jean kirschtein headcanons #connie x reader #sasha braus #reiner headcanons #snk bertholdt #annie leonhardt x reader #levi x reader #levi headcanons #erwin smith #hange x reader #eren x reader #mikasa x reader #armin x reader #jean x reader #reiner x reader #erwin x reader

[kenananamin]

All I ask, All I want

SHIBUYA SPOILERS... KINDA.

*This story will slightly alter the events during and after Shibuya.

Summary: Nanami makes his way to you after Shibuya in a delirious state and crashes into your apartment with severe injuries. He cannot process his current state and shows you what he was always worried you would see. You question everything you thought you knew about him and you're anxious to ask him for the truth but worried if he'll even survive. post-shibuya angst, worried nanami and reader, angst, pain... i'm sorry. happy ending ~2.7k words

I'm almost there, she's right past this alleyway.

Nanami slowly walks to your apartment and leans on a parked car for support. He can't hold his head up for longer than a few seconds at a time, but he's memorized your neighborhood after patrolling it so often for any curses that might hurt you as a non-sorcerer. I'm almost there, she's waiting for me...

———

You hear your door handle clanking and slowly get up from your bed without making any extra unnecessary noise. You grab your phone and open Nanami's contact just in case you need to call and lower your head to the door's peep hole. You smile as you see the very top of a familiar blonde head and open your door, "Oh gosh, I was about to panic call you until I — "

Nanami crashes into your entryway and you fall back to the floor when you see him. You're in shock and it takes you a moment to realize there was a bleeding man with severe burns in your entryway... and that man was Nanami Kento. Your brain catches up with the scene in front of you and you let out a blood-curling scream as you crawl towards your boyfriend. He's laying flat on the floor by now and the rug underneath him starts to soak up the blood from his shredded and burned skin.

"Nanami! Fuck, what do I do?! Kento!! Oh my god, oh my god," you reach for your phone but pause as you're about to call for an ambulance. Nanami had mentioned weeks ago that you should call his... friend if he ever had an emergency. You didn't understand at the time but Nanami said it was just a precaution he wanted to take early on. You look for the contact and find 'G.S. Emergency'. No answer. You look for the second emergency contact 'K.I. Emergency'. No answer.

You look at Ken who's shallow breathing has filled every corner of your apartment and soul. You place the call on speaker and start to ramble to the operator while hiding the cleaver knife-like object in his hand.

———

You thought something was off when Nanami would look behind the both of you and excuse himself for a second in the middle of your dates. Or when he'd tell you to stand still and close your eyes. Or when he told you to get inside first and you heard light grunting and his fast steps outside your door before he breathlessly entered the apartment.

You thought something was off, but you could have never imagined this. Nanami lay in a hospital bed, wrapped in special bandages, but you guys weren't in a hospital. It was a clean and sterile room, but you could open the large window and see a horizon of lined traditional temples.

You push any other thoughts away and return to your spot next to Nanami and clasp your hands together. You weren't sure who you were praying to this whole time, but you hoped that someone out there, anyone, was listening and taking pity on you.

———

Nanami wakes up and feels like he's floating. He can't feel the bandages he clearly sees on himself and especially — you. You were sitting on a chair near the foot of his bed with your arms crossed on the bed, sleeping peacefully. This must be heaven. There was no other reason why you'd be in this room with him, in Jujutsu Tech. No wonder he felt like he was floating, this was the afterlife that was being blessed upon him to spend another moment with you. Fleeting moment or a permanent heaven, Nanami wanted to touch you again, hear your voice, and look into his favorite pair of eyes.

"y/n," Nanami squeezes out your name from his dry throat. He doesn't have the strength to move his leg and try to shift your arms so he keeps repeating your name and nicknames to wake you up.

You had fallen asleep for the first time in a while but you hear your name very very softly. You open your eyes and see half of Nanami's face moving. You sit up and see him smile, "y/n. Hi baby."

You shove the chair back and stand up to touch what you can of his face while repeatedly pushing the button on the side of the bed, "Hi Ken, don't move too much, ok? You need to rest first."

He lazily smiles, looks at you with a half-closed eye and slowly says, "Thank you for seeing me off. I love you, y/n." Nanami gently closes his eyes right as Shoko comes in and you see him drift off.

"I love you, Kento," you whisper and kiss his knuckles as you feel the tears prickling your eyes again.

———

Nanami was finally awake. He woke up to see you sleeping on a small couch by the window where the sunset lightly reflected off your skin. He thought he was dead and he'd spend the rest of eternity with you in that room and right as he was finding peace and comfort with the idea, his student walked into the room with a tray of food and water.

"Na— Nanamin?" Yuji stared at his teacher and leaned out the door to scream for Shoko to hurry in.

Nanami starts to shush him and his previous thoughts of being in the afterlife shattered. There was relief to know he was alive, but his panic slowly started setting in when he wondered why you were in the room and just how much you knew.

Yuji and Shoko rush in and he can hear questions being asked and hands touching him to check on him, but he interrupts them without looking away from your sleeping figure, "Why is she here?" Nanami looks at them both, "What does she know?"

Yuji sits on the chair that Nanami had seen you in before and quietly starts to explain that he had left Shibuya after fighting Jogo. Nobody knew where Nanami was and some people believed they should look for his body only instead, predicting he'd be dead. Yuji shares that everything was shattered and hectic but they received a call to rush to a local hospital.

Shoko continues as Yuji grabs some new bandages, "Our van got to the hospital at the same time as the ambulance. y/n told them she was your wife to avoid any resistance in going with you and started fighting us when we wanted to take you. That was when I realized that she didn't know anything about us, about this world. She cried and begged to let the hospital take care of you, that only they would know what to do."

Nanami looks over to you and wishes your back was not turned to him so that he could see your face.

"We brought her with us too and let her stay in the room for everything so that she could see we would not hurt you," Shoko pauses in removing Nanami's bandage and whispers, "Nanami, you should tell her. Everything or just something — anything. She has not left the room since we brought you and she won't listen to any explanation from anyone. y/n said she'll wait for you and will only listen to your explanation."

Nanami rubs his eye and begins to wonder how to even start the conversation with you. This, this was exactly what he wanted to prevent. He tried to stay away from you so that you'd never find out about anything he did, he covered his tracks and continued his cover-story of being a salaryman. But even with all his efforts, he was drawn to you like a moth to a flame and was prepared to let himself drown in everything about you.

Nanami glances to his student who's sadly looking at your sleeping figure before turning to nod to Shoko.

"You know Shoko," Nanami takes a deep breath and turns back to you, "she was the only thing on my mind after Jogo. I walked passed some of the most gruesome scenes I have ever seen in my time as a sorcerer, but I could only think about how much longer I had, about how long I could extend my final breaths to see her one last time. I wanted her face to be the last thing I saw."

———

It's nighttime when you stir awake. The couch was too small to comfortably sleep but your exhausted body was willing to pass out anywhere. You shift to look towards the hospital bed to check on Nanami but you find an empty bed with the covers neatly organized. You start to kick your blanket off to hurry out and quietly whisper no, no, no, please, no when you feel a hand on your foot.

You flinch at the touch but squint your eyes to see Nanami sitting on a chair next to the couch and looking out the window. You look over his body to check that he's still wrapped in his bandages. Nanami sees your eyes travel over his body and moves his hand from your foot to pull the robe over his chest to cover what has begun to scar.

Your eyes well up with tears to see him sitting next to you — alive. You move to the edge of the couch closest to Nanami and hold his hand. "Everything," you move one hand to his chest, touching the part he just tried to cover and leaving your hand over his heart to feel the beating. "You tell me everything right now."

Nanami starts from the beginning. He explains what it was like being born to a non-sorcerer family and the fear he would feel as a child when he'd see things no one else could. He describes what it was like to find out there were more like him and being admitted to Jujutsu High. He talks about his classmates, the work that's required, how the curses look and what the process is to exorcise them, a young man named Haibara, a sister school in Kyoto, the levels to the curses and sorcerers, and the weapons sometimes used.

The last part reminds you of the cleaver-like object and you tell Nanami you hid what he was holding. "I wasn't sure what it was, but whatever it was, I felt like nobody else should see it to avoid more questions to the already suspicious scene. The paramedics already thought I was crazy once they got there and saw your body.."

Nanami nods and let's you ask any questions you have about the Jujutsu world. You both lose track of the time and Nanami notices the sky start to turn into different shades of blue with an orange strip on the horizon by the time you ask what you've been holding all night, "Are... will you.... do you have to go back?"

Nanami looks back at you but you're holding his hand with your head down, waiting, perhaps dreading, his answer. "With how things are now, I think I might. I'm not much help right now but with time I ca—"

Your sob interrupts him and you lean your head down further to cry. He tries to scoot closer to you but a sharp pain in his torso stops him. He rubs your hand with his thumb instead and gently shushes you not to cry.

You stand from the couch, right in front of Nanami and start to fall to your knees. He realizes what you are about to do and leans forward to grab your arm to stop you, but you swat his weak grip away and continue into a deep bow.

"y/n, please. Baby, please stand up, please don't."

You cry and let your forehead touch the floor, "Nanami Kento, I am begging you to stop. Please stop being a sorcerer and please leave this world with me. You have taken enough punches and bruises, you don't have to stay in the ring. Tap out and let someone else tap in." Your quiet tears turn into sobs towards the end of your pleading.

You hear Nanami's voice start to shake above you, "Darling, please —"

You interrupt him and sit up to scoot to hold his knees close to your chest, "Tap me in, let me help you, Ken please. Let me protect you, I swear that I will protect you now."

You feel guilty bowing as you are. You are asking this man to leave what he knows, but you don't know what else to do. You have never felt such fear after seeing so much of his body burnt and his breath so shallow. You would bow to anyone for a chance to save his life. You would bow to him and plead him to save himself with this second chance.

"Don't fight anymore. Stay only as a teacher if you want but put that blade away. Don't leave these walls and the protection they offer. This is as much as I will compromise. I do not want you out there regardless of the danger levels. But better yet — please, let me take care of you. Stop fighting and working, follow me out of these halls and I'll do anything for you, I swear it."

Nanami's tears start to fall and he looks down at you gripping at his thighs in desperation.

"Kids..." you continue to ramble, "We can have kids if you want, we can move somewhere far and finally have our kids. You can convert a whole room into your library, you'll have an infinite amount of books and time to yourself to do anything you'd like. I'll make you all your favorite meals and listen to everything you have to say, even open a bakery if you want to try! I'll wear that wedding dress you have a photo saved of on your phone, even do a traditional wedding if you want to. I'll do it all and more, Ken, just please —" You knew your face was drenched and contorting to match your desperate pleas. "I'm begging you, please.."

Nanami reaches out to touch your cheek and a sob escapes his lips. It's the only time you've both cried this way in front of each other.

Yuji is sitting in the hallway by the room door and listens to the desperate rambling. He had been sitting there since he passed by and heard Nanami talking about his adolescence. He knew it wasn't right, but he just wanted to listen to Nanami speak for a while after the overwhelming anxiety of thinking he was dead and possibly not hearing him again.

Yuji stands, steps inside the room and clears his throat, "Nanamin? I — I think she's right. You should go. I can find you if we need help, but we'll be ok," he pauses to walk halfway into the room, "I think you should step out... and maybe have those kids?" the young boy smiles a bit at the thought of young kids running around his usually stoic teacher and calling him dad.

"Nanamin, Jujutsu High will be ok. And you have someone else to worry about now." Yuuji looks down to Nanami's lap where your head is laying on his thighs, weeping and thinking of more ways to beg him. The young boy smiles, "I've got it from here."

Nanami believes his student... and nods. He looks down at the crying woman whose sobs have their whole body shaking. He fights against the sharp pains around his body and leans down as far as he can to hug you. It is not the strong embrace you are used to from Nanami, but a light envelop that warms and calms your deepest fears.

———

Walking out of Jujutsu Tech, Nanami stops and introduces a few of the people he mentioned in his life story to you. He does not introduce you as his girlfriend (which was technically your title at that moment) but as his wife. You widen your eyes the first time he says it but he just smiles down at you and says, "You started using it first, now it's my turn. But I promise to properly ask you soon."

Yuji, Shoko, and Ino follow you both to the bottom of the stairs to say goodbye. You give them your number so that they have another place to reach Nanami and Yuji gladly takes the number with the promise of checking in soon. Nanami lightly pulls you away to finally leave but pauses before taking another step.

You hold Nanami's hand as he looks back to the school one last time. The place that showed him real pain and heartbreak, but also gave him a place to feel like he was making a difference. The place that held so many memories as both a student and teacher. The place that nearly broke him, but gave him the space to heal to return back to you. You rub his hand with both of yours and say, "All I ask is that you are happy, alive, and safe."

Nanami looks back at you with relief covering his features and guilt covering yours while you keep your head down. He gently rubs his thumb on your hand, "All I want is to follow you." You look up and he moves his hand to your face, "I promise, all I want is you."

You nod and lean to kiss him once softly. You wrap your arm around Nanami's torso and he wraps his arm around your shoulders. You motion for him to lean on you as he walks and for the first time in a long long time, he takes the offer to lean on someone else.

Yuji watches from the entrance path of the school as you both turn to leave the premises. He cups his hands around his mouth and yells, "Nanamin, y/n! I'll visit when I can! Read a few mangas for meeee!"

a/n: I saw paramore this summer and their music has been on repeat the whole year. 'all i wanted' is def gonna be in my top wrapped songs and it def reminds me of nanami every. single. time.

#nanami kento #jjk nanami #jjk nanami kento #nanami #nanami x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami kento #jujutsu nanami #kento nanami #jjk nanami x reader #jjk nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you #nanami jjk #nanamin #jjk nanami kento x fem!reader #nanami x fem!reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jujutsu angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen yuji #jjk happy ending

[the-one-who-lambs]

uhh hello!! sorry if this is a tall order LOL but I wanna ask, do you have any narilamb fanfic recs? :D I already read yours and I really like bamsara’s and I’m waiting for epicaandk’s to update (that one is my fav ever <3) but idk what to read now lol

Tall order?? Naaaaah, I'm always happy to give recs. Oh boy, I'm gonna go in reverse chronological order.

If you've read all of my narilamb fics (have you seriously? I'm impressed, that's probably well over half the 150k+ I've written for this damn fandom. Also, to anyone seeing this from a reblog, my stuff is over at onethirdofimpossible!) then here we go!

You already mentioned it, but The Rehabilitation of Death is excellent so far! This one is by @bamsara who is new to the CotL fandom but apparently not new to fanfic writing; they have a really popular FNAF fic and I assume the well-deserved attention this fic's been getting is a byproduct of the popularity they've already gotten in other fandoms. :D Welcome, bamsara! Many of the fic writers in this fandom are friends with each other already, but we don't bite if you wanna say hi.

Feel No Evil and Language Barrier, both by @payasita. I always love how payasita portrays this duo (in both digital art and writing), with so much sass and repressed loneliness, knowing they're stuck together for eternity and making the best of it. (And maybe falling in love, depending on how dense Narinder keeps being.) What makes these come alive for me is how well thought out the setting is outside the Lamb and Narinder. The descriptions and weight of emotions really pop here.

LITERALLY ANYTHING written by pavi / @i-eat-deodorant. Depending on how spicy you want your fics to be he has even more here. Character analysis, diction, pacing, etc. are consistently 10/10. Top-quality banter between a sassy Lamb and tired old man Narinder. We constantly bounce ideas off each other and inspire each other a lot but I promise I'm not hyping him up just because he's my friend oh my god please just go bless your eyes.

It Was For You, O Death by blueberry-muffin-massacre (if they have a tumblr, let me know so I can tag!). An intriguing alternative ending to the final battle wherein the Lamb chooses a secret third option by refusing to give up the Red Crown and still observing Narinder as the God of Death. So many details are so well thought out and duality their relationship is nicely characterized-- both genuine care for each other and also quite unhealthy. A fine line treaded well!

Confessional by jusmove (again, lmk if they have a tumblr). Been a while since I've read it, but I love how the Lamb chips at Narinder's very carefully built emotional walls. Their personalities are very well fleshed out here, especially Narinder's cognitive dissonance at being able to process love.

Confession by @thewitchoftheweed. I didn't expect a part two to this one, but my god I was so thrilled when it did update. Narinder and Lamb with their unique and parallel loneliness and their fucked-up sense of everything. Their relationship is very rocky here, and I love how they navigate it: with tension and eventual, pained acceptance. Mind the rating.

Of Character Development and Being Dense by @calliecature. A short and sweet narilamb classic. They're both mutually pining and one of them is too emotionally repressed to realize it. Guess who.

Not An Offering, But a Gift by @checkplzjuliet. Small confession fic. I especially love how Narinder's descriptions twist the knife of his situation here, and how Lambert is a total foil for him! There are a lot of good things happening in such a short span, which is impressive.

Also, if you think you've read all my narilamb fics... I do have a secret one out there too. Just so you know.

Happy reading!

I'm already friends with many of the people here, but if any of the writers I've tagged have been kinda wanting to reach out for a while but feel a little anxious... Don't be. I've made my best friends in this fandom by literally just waiting for some of my readers to get over whatever assumption they have that I'm cool and say hi. Or being the more confident one first.

#hannah's rambles #cult of the lamb #narilamb #cotl #fanfic #fic rec

[justanamesstuff]

Chapter 1

Seasons

Matty Healy x f!reader

A/N: Hiii guys, I'm so nervous for this BUT very excited too!! I hope you like it <3

Warnings: swearing a bit?, typos maybe.

Word count: 3 K

MASTERLIST TAGLIST

Every season has its colours, has its smells, has its traditions. Like every season, this love has its particularities…

Around November of 2020, England

“Matty- Oh my god!!“ 

The constant banging on her wall and the high-pitched moaning at the other side woke Y/n up. Quickly, she took her pillow and placed it on top of her face, trying to muffle the horrible sounds reaching her ears. ‘God, is she having a good time? Or he’s killing her?’, the thought crossed the girl's mind. 

Most of the time they weren’t that loud, but during that morning they just seemed to not care.

It was useless, the sounds were getting louder and louder. Y/n couldn’t bear with it any more and knowing that even if they –luckily– stopped she wouldn’t come back to sleep. So, Y/n decided to go downstairs. Maybe one of the guys was making breakfast, which would help with the awful start of her day.

Her prayers weren’t heard. The kitchen was empty and no breakfast was made. She tried to cheer up a little, because Y/n needed to survive the day. To be honest, every day and morning it was getting harder and harder.

After a quiet but long sigh, Y/n started cooking for everyone. Nothing unusual since she tried to do it most of the mornings in exchange for their generosity letting her stay at the boys' studio –which was half Matty’s house as well. Spending the quarantine rent-free with them, listening how they recorded the new album and messing around was a true blessing if she tried to focus on the bright side of everything. 

Well, they kind of forced her because they were very against Y/n spending those months alone in her flat. The boys cared about the girl as a best friend and as a sister too. They were a bunch of drama queens most of the time, but deep down Y/n was enormously grateful with/for them.

Thinking about the first months, Y/n couldn’t deny those were amazing. The entire group spent a lot of quality time, doing the stupidest challenges, doing Instagram lives for the fans, watching a lot of movies, etc. Although everything took a turn when another person joined the party. When Nadia arrived.

It wasn’t like Y/n hated her, in fact, it was the opposite which created a big dilemma for her. Matty’s girlfriend was nice and the idea of having another girl was actually  comforting during the tough times. But Y/n wasn’t so fond of the situation for other reasons.

For a period –a very long one– if you asked her, she endured with it and put on her best –fake– happy face. Y/n’s acting talents were very handy at times. Although, her true feelings were still there, underneath the surface, where no one can notice them. Specially Matty.

 Time went by and the whole thing was making her more anxious, and although the idea of leaving crippled into her mind at every minute, she couldn’t really decide. Y/n didn’t want to leave but watching Matty 24/7 attached to the other girl’s side was taking the best of her mental health.

Y/n’s mind was running fast with thoughts while she cooked, which made her subconsciously ignore the tall man coming down after he heard movement downstairs. George watched his friend move around, knowing more than anyone in the house about her sorrows. George was probably the closest to her out of the four guys. He was the only one who knew all of her secrets and kept it secured as if it was his own.

The drummer stared at her, expecting for Y/n to notice him, but he acknowledged that the girl was in another dimension. She used to do that more than she liked to admit. George could bet ‘the morning moaning festival’ taking place half an hour prior was the main reason.

Y/n finished cooking a big amount of scrambled eggs and turned searching for a plate when she saw George standing in the partially lighted corridor. “Fuck G! You scared the shit out of me!” she exclaimed while resting a hand on her chest.

“Sorry!” the big man shrugged his shoulders. “Didn’t mean to scare you, love.” he apologized, approaching his best friend. “Good morning.” he greeted her properly, and she huffed.

“Good morning to you.” Y/n answered sarcastically after G placed a kiss on top of her head. 

“So, you heard, huh?”

“I can’t stand it any more, G.” she let him know. “It’s just a lot.” she continued, lowering her voice scared another of the boys could hear her.

“I know, love.” the drummer said with an apologetic expression. “But the lockdown is nearly over, and y’know none of us would like you to go.” G said as he searched for mugs.

“Why not? It’s my life, my freedom!” Y/n protested, starting to get annoyed. “It’s getting worse every day…” Y/n desperately moved her hands in the air trying to prove her point.

“Believe me… I know!” George searched for her eyes, keeping eye contact when Y/n looked back at him, waiting for his next words. “I’m not in your…situation, but I’m getting a little annoyed too.” G agreed with her.

“Yes, but it’s his house. He can do whatever he wants…”

“I half agree.” G nodded. “This might be his house, but it’s the place we choose as a studio, so for the time being its our place too…yours too!” George continued rambling, filling the mugs with hot water. “So, they need to stop with the noises.”

A comfortable silence fell between them until Y/n broke it again thinking out loud.

“What the hell can I do?” 

“About what?” A third voice came from the hallway. Matty made his entrance wearing a tired expression matching his gray sweatpants and plain shirt. He approached Y/n, leaving her a kiss on her right cheek. “What can you do about what, love?” he rephrased his question. 

“I- It’s nothing — Morning” she said without looking at him, instead walking towards the table bringing a mug with her.

“There must be something. You sounded worried.” Matty insisted.

“It’s something between Y/n and I, mate.” George said in a joking way, trying to distract him. “Something between best pals, you wouldn’t understand it.” he stated, rounding Y/n with his left arm meanwhile he winked at Matty taking a sip of his morning tea.

“Fuck off!” Matty protested. They usually have a competition about the title which Y/n find equally lame and cute. She easily felt the tension leaving her shoulders, relaxing thanks to their stupid discussion, knowing that for now Matty dropped his interrogation.

“Tell him, darling!” G urged her.

“It’s too early for this fight. Shut up and sit. I’ll bring the cutlery.” Y/n said, detaching herself from George. 

“Y/n is just too nice to tell ya, mate. She loves me more.” the singer continued joking, obviously unaware of the real implication of his words.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Matty.” George answered, sitting at his usual spot at the table.

“Who was the beautiful soul that made breakfast?” Ross entered the kitchen and stopped in his tracks, closing his eyes and inhaling dramatically.

“You know the answer.” John teased as he appeared from behind Ross. “You know you don’t have to, Y/n.” the musician approached her and helped with the forks and knives.

“Yes, for the hundred times…I know, John.” she looked at him. “But we all know that I would feel guilty since you all never let me pay for anything.”

“Because you don’t have to pay us, love.” Matty said from his place at the table with his sight fixed on his phone. He and the damn nicknames.

“But- “

“No but’s, Y/n. We’re happy to have you here!” Ross said as they all sat around the table.

They were serving breakfast when the conversation took another direction -something about the coronavirus and all of that. At the same time, the last resident of the house made her entrance.

Y/n sometimes envied her. Matty’s girlfriend always looked immaculate to a point that you could never think she just woke up. Y/n knew comparisons were wrong, but it was hard to avoid them. The girl felt awful: her hair was all tangled in a messy bun on the top of her head; only wearing an old t-shirt -from a not so famous band--and a pair of pyjamas short; and she was not wearing any makeup meanwhile she stuffed her breakfast on her face.

Nadia was all classy and perfect, the opposite of Y/n. Maybe that’s why he chose her and not his best friend. Y/n knew thinking like that was also wrong, yet again she couldn’t help it.

Y/n witnessed how Nadia greeted everyone and sat beside Matty, flashing him a cute smile he returned. They were in love, and it was obvious to everyone. Y/n was so happy for her best friend to find someone who loved him, although for many years she hoped that person would be her. For years, Y/n hoped Matty noticed her more than a mate.

When they first met, Y/n thought she felt a connection different from with anyone else in her life, although that changed quickly. Matty proved to her time and time again he didn’t want a relationship with her or nothing similar no matter how flirty he was during that first night. And Y/n forced herself her mind and heart to believe it.

Y/n was very unaware that, at the time she met the boys, Matty felt the same way she felt, but the old Matty didn’t want to lose the new friend he encountered. As another way to self sabotage himself, the young Matty did almost the impossible to show Y/n they were friends and just friends. A decision he took while being drunk became a life rule.

Since that moment, since that night, their relationship was kind of determinate. They were friends, the best friends. Not that night, but after a while, Y/n became part of the family and even Matty’s family –both sides– loved her as another member of their family. Y/n felt safe and loved, something she cherished so much since she hadn’t had that kind of love back home. Her family wasn’t like them, the opposite in fact.

For the longest time, Y/n tried to ditch her feeling for Matty. Every time a new girl showed up, tugged under his arm, Y/n decided it was the time to stop getting hurt and move on. Even though, her heart couldn’t do it. It hurt her. And with Nadia was the hardest since all of them could notice it was different, more mature…more serious. Nadia was more than a random girl for Matty and everyone was sure of that.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Matty interrupted Y/n’s inner monologue, staring at her, while his right arm was around Nadia.

“What?” Y/n answered, coming down to earth, with a question. 

“You were gone.” everyone was strangely in silence while they looked at each other.

“I was just thinking about the government lifting the restrictions. Meaning, now I can go home.” she half lied, while messing with the leftovers of her breakfast. Y/n did chat about it with G that morning anyway, and it was a reality Y/n needed to get away from the lovers for a time.

“I told her, none of us want that.” George interrupted their conversation.

“Of course not.” Jaime, who joined the breakfast table, said to her.

“I know, guys. But it’s been almost four months and I- This is not my- “

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Matty warned her, and she looked him directly in the eyes.

“It’s the truth, Matty.” she said, dropping her fork on the plate.

“It’s not, this is your house too, Y/n/n.” Ross, sweet Ross, reminded her. “At the same time, if you want to go back to your flat, I understand. We’ll miss your meals.” his comment made everyone chucked, except Matty who was studying every one of her movements. 

A weak smile was plastered on her face while she stared down towards her plate unable to make eye contact with Matty. “Don’t get me wrong. I love being here with you guys, but I need my space.”

“If this is about some couple…” Jaime looked at Matty and Nadia “Waking up the whole house.” he finished the sentenced winking like a cartoon.

“For fuck's sake.” Matty swore under his breath. “Is it about that?” he looked at Y/n.

“‘Course not!” she looked at him trying her hardest to hide her feelings.

“I wouldn’t blame you if that’s the reason. I’m sleeping on the other side of the house and I can listen to them. You’re right beside Matty’s room!” John emphatically said.

Before Matty could say a word, Y/n exclaimed, “It’s not about that, okay?” she simply lied. 

Y/n could sense George staring at her. “It’s what I said, I need my space, and it’s not like I’m going to disappear.” another white lie. Y/n was planning to do exactly that for a while until her wounds healed again. “You’ll still have to bear with me.” she finished her little speech.

“We can simply send the couple to your flat, and you can stay here in peace” Ross joked this time. All of them except for Matty laughed again.

“Stop with that, he will get angry.” Y/n defended Matty.

“I know it’s not my house either,” Nadia started saying. “If I can say something, I would like you to stay, Y/n.” she continued rather shyly. “It’s nice to have a girl around.” Of course, she was so nice. “I promised we’ll keep it down.” she looked quickly at Matty for reassurance and then again at her.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry you’ll have to survive with these boys, but I really need to go.” Y/n explained. “Another reason is the fact that I have to prepare to get back to work soon.”

“So, when did you start thinking about leaving? Since you apparently have a lot of reasons to leave.” Matty said with a strange expression on his face.

“Matty-”

“Are you that eager to leave?” ‘He was pissed?’, Y/n thought. 

“Matty- “she protested, not knowing what else to say.  

“No, it’s okay. I get it! You want to leave, it’s okay.” he stood up from his seat gathering the plates to wash them.

“Matty!” Y/n said again.

“It’s fine, Y/n!” he said more sternly, obviously not fine with the situation. 

The rest of the group –included Nadia–, took that as a cue to leave the friends so they could talk. They made stupid excuses, leaving Matty and Y/n alone in the kitchen.

Matty went to the sink, beginning to wash the dishes. After letting a big breath out, Y/n stood up approaching where he was standing.

“Why are you so angry?” she asked him, folding her arms, standing beside Matty looking at his profile. Matty was stroking the plates with more force than needed for the task in hand.

“I’m not. I said that I got it, and it’s fine.” he answered.

“You’re obviously not fine, Matthew.”

“Do you want to know how am I? Perfect.” he stated, turning the water off and drying his hand with a cloth while he turned to look at her. “I really don’t get it why you want to leave so suddenly.”

“It’s not that I want to- “another big lie. She wanted to, she needed to.

“Bullshit!”

Y/n tried to defend herself, “I’m not going to disappear…”

“Bullshit!”

“Can you stop that?” Y/n stood directly in front of Matty. 

“I know you’re going to disappear. I know you. We’re best friends and something is bothering you, I can tell. It hurts that you’re not telling me anything and I fucking bet you told George already.” She couldn’t tell him the truth.

“Is this more about that competition?” Y/n tried to distract him.

“Yes- No- Of course, not- This is about you and me.” Matty said, melting her heart a little. He was obviously troubled with the idea of Y/n leaving.

“Matty, there is nothing…mayor going on. Trust me. I need silence. You said it, you know me. I crave my space…alone.” she told him sweeter this time.

“Yes, I know. But you can find somewhere here-“

“You know that’s a lie.” ‘What a hypocrite I am’, Y/n thought. 

“I know.”

“You aren’t gonna miss me. You have the boy and Nadia- “she moved uncomfortably in her place.

“It’s not the same, you’re my best friend. I’ll miss you, darling.” Matty looked at her with his best doggy eyes.

“Don’t!” Y/n pointed a finger at him.

“What?” he played dumb.

“Don’t give me puppy eyes, it won’t work.” she smiled this time.

“Shit, are you so certain about it?” he looked down, defeated.

“Yes.” Y/n simply said.

“Okay, I understand. You can go.”

“Thanks for your permission that I didn’t ask for.” Y/n tried to joke.

“But- “ he ignored her.

“But?”

“But promise me that you are not going to disappear for too long.” he said, staring directly into her eyes.

“I promise.” Y/n said way too quickly. After a couple of seconds, she had to look elsewhere.

“Can we hug?” he said very slowly. 

Y/n chuckled, placing her arms around his shoulders, at the same time Matty placed his on her waist.

“I love you.” Matty mumbled on her left shoulder.

“I love you too, Matty.” Y/n said, feeling it from the deepest of her heart. There lied the difference. 

Maybe, she couldn’t love anyone like she loved Matty, even though she had to try for the good of their relationship. 

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

Taglist: @hollybrislen

#matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #matty healy x y/n #matty the 1975 #matty x you #matty x y/n #matty fanfic #friends to lovers #matty healy #the 1975 #Seasons #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 fanfiction

[pumpkinbxtch]

good morning, a request please apollo/lestrange x reader how percy and poseidon react, if apollo asks the reader to marry him (apollo found his definitive soulmate in the reader)

.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ “beach proposal”

— apollo/lester x fem!daughter of poseidon!reader

summary: Apollo don't needs any other proof to know that you are the definitive love of his life. Hard thing to say like a god. Now he will ask for your hand but not before announcing himself to your father and your brother, Percy Jackson.

warnings: none, i think. yep, still using swear words.

A/N: goood morning (it's late at night) first things first, thank you for share me your cute desires, second, yes i will and here you have. enjoy, please. forgive me if it's not worthy of you.

- From the other side of the milky way, María 🩵

His immortal heart was beating so fast that he thought he could die (reallu, he definitely already knew how it felt)

He kept his eyes fixed on the sun from Long Island Sound. The golden hour illuminated the water and the sweet aroma of strawberries invaded his lungs; the strawberries from camp half-blood. He had never felt this anxious and at peace at the same time.

He had been through so much, he had waited so much, he had wished for so much, but, above all, he loved you so much…

Now he could see everything even more clearly.

The breeze rustled his brown and golden hair.

He closed his eyes, said a blessing and gave thanks. He gave thanks for his journey as a mortal, he gave thanks because he did not allow himself to forget the beauty of being human and because love blessed him when he saw you.

That is, when he actually saw you.

Being a god, you can be everywhere at the same time, but you lose your sense of appreciation for everything that exists. When you're human, uhm no.

From that day on, life afterward was eleven times more colorful, beautiful and full of meaning because you also saw him. I mean, yes. Apollo is a god, who wouldn't see that? But at that moment it was Lester. If before he had no regrets, now even less.

“You'll end up forgetting her, she's just another mortal” They said. “Gods, now she's really in trouble,” the campers said the first few days.

“Another whim? Make sure she doesn't end up so bad this time,” Zeus, his father, reprimanded him.

The small waves broke gently on the shore, and he walked so close to it that his feet were slightly sunk in the wet sand.

—Hey, Apollo!

The named turned slowly, and his heartbeat accelerated even more.

Percy Jackson.

The young man stumbled forward in the sand. He took off his converse, threw them away with a curse, and ran towards him.

—Why did you call me to come here?

His legs began to shake.

— Percy, I…

— Wait — the black-haired raised his hand — And my sister?

He looked at Percy, his brow furrowed and sea-colored eyes examining him from head to toe as if he were searching for clues of some crime in his clothes. Apollo couldn't help but smile.

—In the camp, greeting everyone. She hasn't been here in a while.

The boy noded. The sand splattered from his ankles was washed away by a small wave.

—Neither do I, — said the son of Poseidon, with a certain nostalgia in his voice.

Poseidon…

—But, —Percy searched the god's eyes. Always insightful — We're all in New Rome now. Why bring her first and then call only me?

Apollo reached out and took Percy's hand. All in a slow and careful way. He thought that any rude move and Percy would have an outburst for how close he was treating him. But, to his surprise, it was not like that.

The green eyes admired him with slight confusion, and they walked together into the waters.

To Apollo, every step felt solemn and warm. His heart could feel a spark of joy, but his stomach was clenching with uncertainty.

When the water reached both of their thighs, cut the steps off. The god raised his hand without letting go of Percy, and he felt a kind of current run through his spine.

Percy had never been so quiet since… Well, ever. But apparently the discretion with which he was handling himself helped him keep the attention of the demigod.

Then, a whirlpool emerged from the waters, and Percy's eyes widened.

— Father?

The sea god stabbed his trident into the sand, reaffirming his position in the water. Apollo let go of the young man's hand and made a small bow, something that did not inspire good news in Poseidon.

He looked at his son and then at the sun god.

— Have you called me?

Percy pointed at Apollo.

— He called US.

Apollo's insides seemed to tangle with each other, almost making him vomit. Apollo gently pushed Percy so that he stood next to his father and looked at them nervously.

Poseidon pressed down on the trident and cleared his throat.

— my daughter, Apollo?

—She's in the camp! —Percy rushed to say, earning a silent scolding from his father.

Apollo bowed briefly in respect. Poseidon narrowed his eyes.

— That's true.

— and why isn't she here?

Percy looked at his father and imitated his action of searching Apollo carefully, again. as if he had committed something unforgivable.

The god paused and extended his hand towards both of them, a small golden light shining together at dusk. When the light died out, he revealed a small chest lying in his palm.

Percy looked at him in confusion, completely unnoticed, but Poseidon gritted his teeth.

— I have found in her, what I have longed for since my existence.

Percy gasped, and his mood made a small whirlwind rise around him.

— No! —he shouted.

Apollo calmed his breathing, trying to stay calm.

— I had never met someone like her.

— No! Lie! —Percy pointed at him with eyes full of anger, or that was fear?— It's one thing for you to be lovebirds, but—

—Son of mine…

— is MY sister!— Percy's chest expanded in such a way that Apollo feared for his ribs, he took a step and knelt, bowing his head.

Poseidon would have imagined that such a show of respect would be directed towards him, but no, it was towards Percy.

how could it not be? Apollo knew that the gods were ignoring their responsibilities as parents. He knew that the most important person for you was the one who had taken care of your back in all those adventures, just as you took care of his, it was him, was your brother.

—She was by my side in my time as a human. She has shown me what love is.— Apollo looked up pleadingly.

—And now you just want to take her away, why?

— I won't take her anywhere, I want to take her as my wife.

— TAKE HER-

— Percy — Poseidon's voice vibrated through the waters, Apollo, still kneeling, gave him a passive but firm look.

The sun god rose and stood in front of the two men.

— Poseidon, Percy…

The youngest clenched his fists and a few small tears appeared in his eyes.

—Actually, she has the last word. I just wanted you guys to be… present.

Both Percy, Poseidon and even Apollo knew that very well. Especially Apollo, what would he do if you said no? He'd probably cry for eons (literally) yet he couldn't stop craving the approval of your brother and your…father.

Then Percy's eyes traveled to his back and he opened his mouth slightly. He felt the greatest chills a god could feel, then he turned.

Your silhouette looming over the coast, bright and full of life. Your eyes lit up when you saw those three gathered together.

Before addressing you, Apollo gave them a look. The three approached the shore, they gave Apollo enough space. They would see you from there, where the water surrounded their ankles.

— my dear… — Apollo said sweetly, trotting towards you and taking your hands.

You were confused. Your father, Percy, why didn't you travel together if he came too? Your eyes looked at your sweet Apollo. His current form was the mix of “old” Apollo with Lester.

As soon as he reached your side, you took his hand.

— What's going on? Are you already in trouble? —You asked with a raised eyebrow and a sideways smile.

Apollo smiled and kissed your knuckles without taking his eyes off you.

—Or I'll be.

You laughed, that melodious laugh. He definitely didn't want to be without you.

— you'll be? because...? — You were confused, your hand still hooked on Apollo's. You looked at your father who smiled calmly and then at Percy, who was staring at you; He only made that expression when he was terrified of something.

You turned your gaze to Apollo, now a little more worried.

— Love?

— My beloved — Apollo whispered, just for you. Without letting go, he got down on one knee and the velvet chest from before appeared. You held your breath.

The waters stirred.

— There is no poem, song, melody, or haiku that can describe the feelings you make me feel. You are what I always wanted, dreamed and desired. — Apollo opened the small box, revealing a ring; Instead of a precious stone, a small pearl was placed on the ring with two laurel leaves made of gold surrounding it. A clear representation of both. — Today I ask you to let me be your husband because it is me who is given the honor of being the owner of your affection. I promise to take care of it and treasure it.

Your eyes filled with tears, and you knelt down to your boyfriend's height.

— I would like to — The mass of water shook the banks with more force.

A few meters away, Percy, your brother, remained standing, no matter how much the water tried to knock him down. A smile formed on his lips and the first tear ran down his cheek.

Poseidon took his son's shoulder, and they walked towards you.

You looked at your father, who smiled gently at you and then gave Apollo a stern look.

— At sea.

— On Olympus —  Apollo said immediately, determined to win. You raised your eyebrow. Were they fighting over the wedding location?

— The sea

— Olympus

— In the ocean

— Delphi

— Enough! — You snorted and looked disapprovingly at both gods.

Your brother was still silent, certainly not usual. You let go of Apollo and took both of Percy's hands.

Your gaze was shining, that made him feel bad for wanting to shake you and wanting to change your mind.

— You know he's not who he once was, Percy— you whispered.

— I know…

— You even said you liked him, brother

— Shhh — the black-haired covered his sister's mouth — if he listens, won't get over it in years

— I heard —  Apollo said between giggles.

Percy pursed his lips.

—Listen, if you do anything to her, I WILL KILL YOU, APOLLO!

—Percy! —His sister shouted.

— I'm going to kill you, I won't forgive you, I KNOW A TITAN-

Poseidon opened his eyes, his sister grabbed him by the neck.

—PERCY! — they both shouted.

Apollo smiled and hugged him.

Poseidon couldn't take it anymore and he was already gone. He promised to have a talk with Apollo.

Percy remained thoughtful, the sun god still hanging around his neck.

—Does that mean you will be Will's stepmother? —He laughed out loud — can't wait to tell Nico.

You and Apollo looked at each other, silently reaching a mutual agreement.

— I think we keep this information for a while.

Percy furrowed his eyebrows and put a hand on his hip. —With those SPIES FROM THERE, I don't think so.

Laughter was heard in the bushes, and around five campers ran when they were discovered.

— Children of Aphrodite. — Percy said, sure of himself —  tomorrow, when we get to Camp Jupiter, all they will know.

You shook your head in amusement.

— Oh, brother. What will become of you when comes the day and tell you that I am expecting a child?

Apollo choked on his own saliva and Percy on his bile. At least you had the last laugh.

#maría's shared dreams☆｡ﾟ✧ #lester papadopoulos #lester x reader #lester x you #apollo x reader #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson

[dreamymoonpearl]

He almost ran over the servants and nobles he passed, all bowing and congratulating him on the birth of his first grandson.

His heart was beating so fast, his little pearl had gone into labor and he didn't want to miss it, but upon receiving the message and the long road he would have to go through, he knew that the possibility of the baby having already been born was high…

– Has the baby already been born? Where's Jace?

He asked Ser Harwin who was outside Lucerys' room, he looked just as anxious.

– He came in 10 minutes ago, Prince Luke didn't stop calling him, just a few seconds had passed before he stopped shouting.

Both men were interrupted by the doors opening slowly, with Prince Jacaerys with a smile and dazzling eyes, he looked so happy that they could breathe easily.

– It's a boy… a beautiful boy – he didn’t know who to look at Laenor and Harwin tried to see through the opening of the door – Luke said you both have to meet him.

Oh…Laenor watched Ser Harwin tense, of course, there were eyes everywhere, especially those of “them” on his children since they were born, this would be no exception.

But he didn't care anymore, years ago he didn't protect Rhaenyra enough, but he wouldn't fail with Luke, especially Jace wouldn't let anyone dare parade his husband and newborn son

– There is no one nearby – he said, taking a quick look around – and it is our servants who attended the birth,after you,Ser Strong.

Ser Laenor and Jacaerys let the man pass who walked doubtfully into the room,where Princess Rhaenyra with the baby in her arms and a very tired Lucerys Velaryon lying on his bed were waiting for them.

– Kepa…

His heart squeezed at the pale face, tears in his eyes and sweat on his forehead did not kill the happy smile of his little boy, Jacaerys almost ran to his beloved husband's side, kissing his hand and hugging him gently as he sat on the bed at his side.

– A boy,I heard,the gods have blessed us,son.

– Not during childbirth – Lucerys laughed without enthusiasm – Do you want to hold him?

- Can?

– Muña.

He called, Rhaenyra approached and could see that she also cried, she smiled at him, who with trembling hands that took the baby gently, he felt his eyes fill with tears...he looked so much like his Lucerys when he was born, the little baby looked at him with his eyes big eyes and his small hand was trying to grab a lock of his dreadlocks.

– Oh, Joffrey really likes you, Kepa.

What? He hear correctly...the baby's name?

– Joffrey? – A lump formed in his throat, upon hearing that name after so many years – Did you name him, Joffrey?

His two sons smiled at him, giving each other a knowing look.

– I remember the stories you told us as children and about the great knight Ser Joffrey, it is a shame that we could not meet him, I thought it would be an honor to our father's great friend, right?

They knew they were more than his friend, they knew it, what it was for Laenor, the man's eyes returned to the baby who was still trying to grab his hair.

– What a fine king you are going to be make the future – he cooed at the baby in his arms – also a great knight with good training from our commander, right, Ser Harwin?

The entire time he was silently observing the family, not daring to say a word, it was not his time and place with both princes, not anymore.

– If my princes allow me – he gave a small bow – it will be an honor for me to train our future king.

Both Jace and Luke gave the commander a big smile.

They knew,it was impossible for that gossip not to reach them,but it didn't matter,Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor were they’re parents,Jacaerys and Lucerys were Velaryon,THEY ARE HIS CHILDREN,is what the man tells himself.

– Do you wish to hold Joffrey, Ser Harwin?

Jace's offer startles the commander, who looks at the spouses and Laenor who has Joffrey in her arms.

– Could? – He answers with another question especially for Lucerys, who nods slowly without erasing his smile – Ser Laenor.

Like him, Harwin has trembling hands, it's been a while since they've held a baby, the practice has been lost, they can see it in the way he lulls the baby, he looks happy.

– Without a doubt he looks like both, especially Prince Lucerys – he comments making both princes laugh more than happily – you will be a great king, Prince Joffrey.

They are happy, the 6 of them in their own little world, with all the attention on the little baby who keeps trying to grab Ser Harwin Strong's hair now after trying with Rhaenyra and Leanor, with anyone who crosses his little gaze.

#lucerys velaryon #jaceluke #jacaerys targaryen #Joffrey is the firstborn of JaceLuke #laenor velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen #harwin strong #small happy family

[shadyteacup]

Nsfw warning

Ok so lemme explain:

Dazai is the type of guy that you want down there, giving you oral. You want to grip his fluffy, dark hair, and force his face closer, use his fucking beautiful nose to get yourself off, and have your eyes roll back at the sight of him smirking with your essence all over his face. This fucker would be so cocky too, licking his lips and gasping while prepping himself for round two. When you twitch your thighs, coz ssamu, iss too much! He'd hold your them down firmly with his gorgeous hands, and kiss you deeply while whispering, "oh but we're just getting started~"

Chuuya is the type of guy I want to bite all over. Make him my personal pillow princess. Shower his porcelain skin with angry purple marks and red seductive lipstick stains. I want to give him so much love, and watch every tiny expression he makes when I ride him. His proud smirk that screams "my baby is so feisty" and desperate attempts to pretend to be in control,... just🤌🏻

Fyodor is the type of guy you would want to tie up, chain to the bed, and reduce that fucker to a desperate, whimpering mess. Use him to get off, and leave him hanging just near the edge. Reduce his 'I'm a God' ego to 'Please let me come' tears. Only to leave him on read for the next few months. Then show up randomly one night to have your way with him. Show him that he needs you, not the other way round. Bet he gets off on it too-

Atsushi, bless this man's pure soul. If I were to have my way with this man tiger, I'd choke on his dick, ngl. I'd watch as his cheeks flush in embarrassment and lust as he watches me slowly sink down. He'd be anxious too; would you like how he looks naked? Would you think he's big enough? What if he doesn't know what to do? What if you laugh at him? But then you'd squease his thigh assuringly and give him the time of his life. Imagine watching those beautiful orbs darken with lust and shine with surprise and pleasure... I think I need to write a whole ass fic about this.

Akutagawa is the guy I would want to pamper. Srsly. But no oral from my end, nuh uh. He needs to earn it. Be a good boy, I know you can make me come, you can do it bb. And if he starts slowing down or starts coughing, you take over. Switch places in a second, and watch as his eyes widen in shock but squease shut the moment you start moving...😩

Kunikida... this man can hold me down and do whatever and I'd reply with a polite "Yes, sir!". That says it all ig

Should I do a Part 2?

#shadyteacup #shady☕ #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs dazai #☕ says #kunikida doppo #smut #dazai bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd smut #bsd dazai #dazai smut #bungo stray dogs smut #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #chuya nakahara #chuuya x y/n #chuuya smut #chuuya scenarios #atsushi #bungou stray dogs atsushi #astushi smut #bsd kunikida #kunikida x y/n #kunikida x reader #kunikida smut

[beanghostprincess]

Sanuso and old man sanuso is the same but different at the same time

Anxious attached slightly repressed man who's infatuated with his boyfriend and would do anything for them and their pretty chill boyfriend who enjoys their company and likes seeing them happy

Sanji has a small note book/cook book of foods that usopp likes. He could plan out a whole meal plan for the week but will unconsciously start making one of usopp's favorite dishes instead of what he originally planned out

Whenever he goes on a grocery run he will bring back flowers for usopp and maybe a hat and some tools and if course he bought those prawn crackers he loves so much and another hat

Sanji's nose bleeds have mellowed out but something about usopp's smile causes his face to go red his heart beats quickens and he forgets to word. He just short circuits when he makes him laugh or smile

They tend to sleep away from each other as a side sleeper and sanji on his back. But those rare moments when he turns on his other side and drapes his arm around sanji it's like heaven gave him a personal blessing

tho surprisingly sanji tends to get really shy when talking about intimacy. It may take a while to actually express what he wants or likes but usopp is reassuring and patient

During some difficult nights sanji does slightly regress back to when he was locked up. He is usually on the floor with something covering his face. Usopp doesn't ask or try to stop him he joins him on the floor and comforts him the best he can.

Yasopp is a mess he doesn't know what to do with him self when around zeff. He's still kinda shocked he said yes to dating.

He's nervous, really nervous like can't really hold hands due to sweat nervousness. This is his first relationship with a man an older man too and he feels clueless it's like he's a child going to his first co-ed party.

Zeff........ Zeff is just vibing with whatever. He's never had anything serious just a couple flings and situationships. He's in his 60s doesn't hurt to settle down a little or as settle as a pirate can be.

He enjoys watching yasopp stammer and stutter his words when he smiles or looks over to him. God forbid he wraps an arm around him or a surprise kiss they would have to resuscitate him

Yasopp during his adventures with his crew he always brings back stuff he would like. Like mits or a pan maybe some bread gel and some books he found out he's fond of fantasy novels. He buys all of it but instantly regrets it being too anxious to give it to him. So he has a pile of gifts in his room for zeff and has to psych himself to give it to him.

His son got him a journal, he told him it was a great outlet to express his feelings, whatever that means. The journal is full of sketches of his boyfriend [usopp and yasopp are both artists but usopp is better he has still life drawings of Sanji cooking yasopp is just quick sketches and contours]

Intimacy is intimate. So much so one of them, it's obviously yasopp. Ends up shedding a couple tears during and after.

He also has a bad habit of checking zeff's pulse at random times of the night.

Guess banchina still affects him he feels guilty. He loved her deeply but he couldn't love her the way she needed. He knew that and she knew that, they both knew for years it was just that elephant in the room and neither one of them wanted to address it. Maybe if he came to terms with it sooner she would have found someone else before she passed. Now she's gone and he's in a new relationship that's not fair though usopp assures him that she'd never had any regrets there's always those "what ifs" that haunt him.

They also went on a double date with usopp and sanji. The only people who actually enjoyed it were zeff and usopp. Sanji just glared at yasopp the whole time. Hes critical of everyone that dates his dad and he just doesn't want anyone to see his father in general. Three's a crowd he wants the father-son dynamic between them to stay the same and he fears that if he dates someone that's going to ruin their whole dynamic.

Yasopp just wanted to evaporate he never really officially came out to his son and he was terrified of the questions he had for him on top of the various other questions he's not ready to tackle. He just wants a decent relationship with his son and is terrified of messing up and losing what little family he has left

Usopp and zeff just enjoyed dinner talking about whatever was on their mind. They also gossiped about their partners when it became apparent that both of them were in their own little worlds and weren't paying attention to what they were saying.

I absolutely love when people send me Zeff/Yasopp and Sanuso stuff because seeing the differences and their reactions to their relationships is just great. They're so silly 😭

These are all so sweet,,, They're so intimate and careful with each other and I just adore how Sanji and Usopp are recently discovering what a real, long, romantic relationship is. And how Zeff and Yasopp already know about it and they've basically already lived their own experiences but are willing to have new ones with each other. It's so cute.

Also, that thing about Sanji regressing? Can we- Can we talk about that? Because I love the idea of Sanji doing it sometimes but nobody knows. And when he starts dating Usopp and it happens, the first time the sniper has no idea what he should do about it. But then he learns that staying close to him makes Sanji feel a little bit safer, even if he's just there, sitting quietly.

Like- I know this whole post is about both couples but that specifically rewired my brain and I love the concept.

#these ideas are all amazing tho i love these idiots #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso #red leg zeff #yasopp #one piece

[wooobuddyletsgetnasty]

not me back on my castlevania bullshit. no one look at me 🫠

somebody better tell me why they made this man so beautiful, fuck i have to lay down

anyways don’t read under the cut if you’re a minor because it’s pure sin and i will manifest and steal your eyes from their sockets thx

thinkin ab first times with adrian mmmmmm this is long because i have no self control and this is purely for me, just self indulgent rambling bullshit

⚠️: past SA, restraints, intercourse (fem bodied reader), mentions of anxiety uhhh i think that’s it

literally not me thinkin ab finally getting enough nerve to bed adrian for the first time, but noticing the hesitance in his form as he hovers over you, cock brushing against your slick cunt in a way that’s inadvertently teasing— the bastard.

but you can tell— he’s not ready, so you tell him, ignoring the burn in your loins, “adrian— we can stop.”

he kisses you once, twice, thrice— and then his sliver-lined tongue is lapping against yours in a way that sends your hips rocking against his in a jerky tempo— but it’s enough to make him shudder, hands tangling in your hair, sweet whines of your names falling from his pretty lips. you almost change your mind, deciding that you need adrian to just fuck you— but you aren’t the one so anxious you’re shaking.

you’re not sure where the thought comes from, but you’re speaking before you realize, “would you feel better if my hands were restrained?”

it’s what leads you to where you are now, arms spread open and immobile against his bed posts, tied up all tight and neat with some rope adrian had conjured. your thighs clench tight against his lean hips, garbled noises pulling from deep in your chest with each hit of his cock against your tender innermost parts.

you’re going to be so fucking sore tomorrow, but the slack jawed awe on his face as he watches his cock spear your saccharine insides open makes it worth it— you’d walk on hot coals if it meant that look on his beautiful features would stay.

and adrian— he’s melting. sweltering heat traveling up from the base of his spine, tingling down to his toes— you’re beautiful, and oh so helpless against the slow assault he has launched against you.

he’s whispering your name against the peak of your breast until it aches, and just when you start to whine he moves to the opposite— worshiping you like you’re a deity, a goddess that came to bless him and only him. part of him wonders if you are, the gods had to have made you for just for him. the noise you make when his fangs drag against the delicate skin of your throat is more than enough proof.

you’re not sure what makes you so desperate— maybe the honied eyes peering up at your face, or the way his hips have lost their tempo— lewd noises echoing loudly against the stone walls, but suddenly, you’re pleading— but for what, you aren’t sure, “please, please, please— adrian, gods please.”

that’s all it takes for him to grip at the ropes, one at a time, tugging at them until your arms are free— your gaze levels his, before your voice rings in the room, a breathy echo of his name that makes him keen yours back with the same whisper of need.

he moves quick, mouth meeting yours in a messy kiss that makes your toes curl, your teeth clacking against his, and he heaves into your mouth, “touch me, fuck— please, touch me.”

you do— gods, you do.

one hand tangles into his auric hair— tugging at the roots until he hisses at you, eyes rolling back into his skull, hand gripping at the meat of your thigh to grind your pelvis against his until you wince from the deep press of him at your womb. your other hand traces a sweet line down his spine, palm laying flat against his hip, guiding him to rock into you deeper— to fuck you deeper.

uhhhhhhhh

ok bye 🫣

#send me asks #yes yes yes #castlevania x reader #castlevania #alucard x reader #adrian tepes #adrian tepes x reader #alucard

[xoxiu]

first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

chapter eight

table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

summary: falling, falling, falling- that's what you shouldn't be doing as a young intern at hybe. falling in love with your supervisor is frowned upon, especially all seven of them. you'll never learn, will you? guess you’ll just have to be their dark secret.

tags/warnings: intern!reader, poly relationships, stockholm syndrome, age regression, spanking, drug use, sugar daddy au, dubcon, body dysmorphia

taglist: @frieschan, @savagemickey03

Entering the dorms usually felt like home, but this time as you followed Hoseok and Jin inside, everything felt off. The usual sweet smell of melting caramel and vanilla was replaced with bitterness and betrayal. All excitement left your body as you were left face to face with the other members.

You tried to ignore the cage behind them to the best of your abilities.

"Baby, come sit down-" Namjoon patted the couch cushion next to him. His voice sounded sourly condescending as if you were a child who just awoke from a nightmare.

"No, I don't think I will," You crossed your arms and leaned all your weight on one foot- you were truly, and royally, pissed with the entire day. "I want answers before I even think of moving from this doorway."

The men exchanged guilty glances, looking back and forth at each other as if having a silent conversation they didn't want you to hear. What hurt the most was when your eyes landed on Jungkook. The youngest sat crisscrossed on the big comfy chair, avoiding any eye contact. He looked defeated and genuinely remorseful.

As you looked him over, you felt your shoulders relax ever so slightly. What were the chances he was complicit in all of this? He was the one who told Jimin to let you out of the cage after all.

But then, you remembered his smirk. He was entertained this morning. The man you trusted and, dare you say loved, was equally as complicit as the others. He was no saint.

"We really think you should sit down-" As you stared Jimin in the eye, you plopped yourself onto the floor wordlessly. He looked flabbergasted, mouth slightly ajar at your actions, but quickly straightened up from the slightest nudge by Namjoon.

The leader cleared his throat, drawing your attention to him. Namjoon had his jaw clenched, visibly growing annoyed with your actions.

"You're a subordinate. Come here, now."

"Not anymore," you quipped, voice seeping with sass, "I'm not a HYBE employee anymore."

"You're still on the payroll. Come." Namjoon beckoned you over to him with his finger. "Now, little girl."

Before you could stand up, hands grabbed you from under your armpits, lifting you up. Your head turned to the side to see Hoseok's face, calm and stoic as he carried you towards Namjoon. Even though you wanted to kick and squirm your way out of his grasp, you kept your legs and arms crossed with all your strength solely out of spite.

"I'm sat," you said after Hoseok gently sat you down on the couch chase next to Taehyung. Now that you were within arm's reach, Namjoon's serious and slightly pissed demeanor made your cocky confidence waver. With all eyes on you, you became shy and focused your attention on the floor.

"So, we have a... proposition." It was Jimin who broke the silent tension, rubbing his thigh out of nervousness. Looking around, you noticed everyone looking rather nervous and uncomfortable, making you even more curious yet anxious about what they wanted.

"We want you to be our baby."

The room filled with an uncomfortable silence, all eyes on you, awaiting your response. All you could do was stare back at Jimin in utter confusion. Baby? Did they want you to be their girlfriend? That simply wasn't possible.

In front of you were seven Gods, perfectly sculpted from their tireless days exercising and rehearsing. Untouchable, unobtainable; A young girl's fantasy. Ultimately that led to the big question- why you? You were a chubby, plain postgraduate who felt blessed to even be working at the same company as these cultural icons, better yet as their girlfriend.

Your eyes fell to the ground. The breath you had been unknowingly holding in was released, and you let it all out.

"Why would I? Being close to you got me fired. What's in it for me?"

No one seemed to have an answer to your question at first, only glances of reassurance from their other members. Realizing you wouldn't be getting an answer, you stood up to leave the dorm.

"I should-"

"We'd take care of you. You wouldn't be alone. No strings attached." Jungkook arose a short second after you, desperate to keep you from leaving. His hand reached for yours, pulling you back towards him. "Please. Don't leave us. Don't leave me."

Oh, Jungkook, you thought. You could never say no to him, and he knew it.

There was shuffling behind you of bodies and papers. You turned, hand still in Jungkook's, to see a document on the coffee table alongside a pen. 'Document' was to be used lightly- it was a thick packet, almost the size of a novel or dictionary. Squinting, you could barely read the text from where you stood.

"It's just for official purposes and protection. Basically, don't ask, don't tell. Sign it and you can stay. Otherwise, we'll be out of your hair."

Your eyes flickered up from the papers to Yoongi, who up until now remained silent and emotionless. Even he now looked anxious, much different from his usual calm and cool persona. Yoongi was always trustworthy, but for some reason, his reassurance felt off.

"Don't ask? But what about the cage-"

"Don't ask, don't tell." His voice was more forceful than reassuring this time- you were pushing some limits. With a sigh, you gave one look around the room at each of the members. They all looked serious, yet held a glimmer of happiness and hope that you would agree. Everything was a haze in your head- you weren't even sure what was in the contract. You felt an outsider watching as your body knelt on the floor, taking the pen in your hand, and signing on the dotted line.

What did you just sign yourself up for?

———

A week had passed before you were assigned any new projects at work. For the past week, you hadn't moved an inch from your bed. No one, not even the guys, had reached out to you during your week-long depression, making you feel even more isolated and dirty.

The early morning commute was quiet and dreary as if everyone else was still in the semi-depression that you just spent the past week in. You'd like to forget everything, like BTS, the document, the drunken party, and just start anew. In a way, you could. At any point, you could decide to put all that behind you and start fresh. But were you really clean?

As you walked through the building, coworkers and colleagues side-eyed you, gossiping amongst themselves. Ah, you thought, everyone still remembered. Everyone knew. So much for starting fresh.

Before you could turn into a bathroom to cry, someone grabbed your hand from behind you, pulling you further down the hallway and into a dark conference room. Once inside, you yanked your hand away and turned to face the one and only Jung Hoseok.

The older man did not look too impressed.

"You're actually fucking kidding me," you said, crossing your arms. "For not supposed to be seeing you, you sure are making yourself present."

"I don't recall asking for sass, y/n." Hoseok was a very cheerful, happy person, but when he was mad, it was a rather frightening scene. You had a feeling you were nearing that breaking point.

"Why have you been ignoring us all week?"

"What?" You exclaimed, not sure what he exactly meant. "You got it wrong, dude. You guys have been ignoring me all week."

"After you left that night, we have been constantly calling and texting you, but you never answered. You made us worried sick."

"I'm pretty certain I..." your voice trailed off as you checked your phone, only to just now notice all the silenced notifications from the past week. A sheepish, guilty smile crept up on your face as you slowly put your phone back into your pocket, avoiding Hoseok's gaze.

"You signed the contract, y/n. You need to follow it."

"I don't even know what's in-" Hoseok firmly grabbed your shoulder, guiding you out of the room before you could finish your sentence. Wordlessly, the two of you exited the building. Though your head was down, you were certain the two of you had passed your boss during your walk of shame. Great.

Neither of you said a word as Hoseok drove to the dorm. He didn't explain anything and didn't elaborate about the contract. All you could do was follow Hobi's lead and hopefully get some sort of explanation.

Once parked, the two of you sat in silence. Hoseok knew you had questions, and waited until you dared to speak. You took a big breath to calm yourself before speaking.

"Can you please tell me what's going on, Hobi?"

At first, you thought Hoseok just ignored you, too preoccupied with his cell phone. Eventually, he lowered the device slightly and looked over at you with a reassuring smile.

"We care for you, y/n. You don't need to worry about anything anymore."

"Oh, my god. Stop being so fucking cryptic!" You threw your head back in exasperation, letting the back of your head hit the headrest. Nothing was making sense, everyone was acting as if they were hiding something, and you seemed to be at the center of everything. If you didn't know any better, you would have guessed that the members of BTS were planning on sacrificing you or something.

The dorm was empty except for Seokjin and Jimin in the kitchen. As soon as the door closed behind you and Hoseok, their heads popped up comically around the corner.

"y/n!" They exclaimed, rushing towards you and engulfing you in a tight embrace. All you could do was just accept it, letting them take your bag from you and usher you into the living room. You remained silent as they gently scolded you for ignoring them, the same general spiel that Hoseok gave you earlier.

Sitting down on the couch, you kept your head down and ignored the three of them. Everything had been so weird recently. Especially now, with Jin and Jimin fussing over you like a mother. You knew they were hiding something, but you just had no proof.

"Can I have some water?" You asked, your throat dry and scratchy from anxiety. Jin and Jimin both went quiet, quickly realizing you weren't listening to a single thing they were saying.

"Of course, baby," Jimin said, excusing himself to go back to the kitchen. Finally, you looked up to meet Seokjin's eyes.

"Why do you care so much about me? Why do I always end up here?" You deadpanned. Seokjin gave you a sad smile before sitting down next to you and pulling you onto his lap. He gently nuzzled the top of your head, cuddling you close.

"Because we love you."

With those words, you felt every part of your body tense up and freeze. Did he say what you think he said? No, it was impossible. Seokjin was known to be blatant for comedic effect, but you had a feeling this wasn't meant to be funny.

You stammered over your words, not entirely sure what to say. Your hands pushed against Jin's chest, trying to escape the hold he had on you, but he had much more strength than you. The older man just held you closer until Jimin came back with your water.

In a sippy cup.

"Is this a joke?" You asked as you bursted out laughing. You looked at Jimin and Seokjin, only to realize they were not laughing with you. Jimin held out the sippy cup towards you, and when you didn't take it quick enough handed it to Jin.

"Where's Hoseok? I bet he would find it funny," you tried to justify the humor you found in the situation, but the two men paid you no mind. Seokjin stood up, gently shifting you onto the couch and placing the sippy cup on your lap. The cup was a translucent pink with musical instruments all over it, except for the clear nipple and the teal handles.

"Come on, we gotta get to the studio," Hoseok said, coming back into the living room with your backpack. You completely forgot that he left with it earlier.

"You mean the place you took me from?" You sassed him, "Why would you bring me here, give me a sippy cup, and then take me back there?" 

Everyone ignored you and your questions and focused more on getting prepared to go to work. You looked around the room in search of the hidden camera for whatever prank they were pulling on you. A pair of hands grabbed you and lifted you off the couch. Instinctively, you wiggled and squirmed, but Jin was much stronger than you and held you easily in his grip. Just like a toddler, he held you on the side of his hip. You grasped onto the fabric of his shirt, feeling unsteady at the unfamiliar hold. They were talking to you, but you couldn't comprehend a single word. Whether out of panic or confusion, you didn't know. All you knew was that Seokjin was holding you like a child while walking out of the apartment.

And in your hands remained the sippy cup. 

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #yoongi x reader #seokjin x reader #bts little space #first love of late spring

[marrondrawsalot]

The Bitter Truth, a different ending that was alter

There’s gonna be angst up in here bitches, I have to use the full Ignihyde and most Scarabia group for this bs shit

Ps im using Sahil into this @skboba-stars, AND IM GONNA TRY TO KEEP HER IN CHARACTER OKAY

Isabelle, Estella, Drew, Freya, and Sahil are not my ocs.

Yuui/Amity, Yuu, Aqila, Jasminko, and Fayte are my ocs.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire

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

It was a battle within a domain, the lighting was a dark violent but bloody somber red hue glows. Every maiden was fighting at their best, against the lord of death and great sorcerer and their minions. Every maiden was at their calmest, keeping their cool and holding their positions. The two maidens against the two powerful was Sahil and Aqila.

Sahil was fighting Hades face on, kicking the god away with a strong kick. The woman smirked as she got a hit to the man. As the lord of fire scream in rage, howling of outburst of flames that burn the room to the hottest temperature. The maidens can withstand it. As everyone was focus, Aqila charged to Jafar. Screaming as she try her damnest to hit him with a dagger. She couldn’t help but scream, “I swear, my life gets a turn for this! But for every waking day, I enjoy kicking your ass!” She screamed, as a boy and girl sprung out from nowhere in the darkness. Blasting the maiden away from the sorcerer as Aqila body was whisked from the blast. Rolling on the ground as she laid by her side, “Aqila!!!” Shouted Drew, as she rushed to aid the girl.

One of the fates, with a mischievous voice, spoke aloud. “It’s funny, for a stupid girl like you who acts like a maiden. But truly…. You aren’t.”

Aqila eyes widen to this. After all, it was confusing as it sounds. “Aqila! Don’t listen to them! They are just crazy!” Shouted Freya, as she quickly shield herself from a punch of Catrina. The ginger with the magenta hue laughs, as she sprung to create a leeway of vines to shove the girl away. “Funny! The fates are always right!” She laughed. Estella jumped from behind, and whacked Catrina further away. Knocking the woman across the arena of battles. As Isabella rush to Freya, helping her up. The other fate began to speak. “Aqila, small hopeless child….” She said, as the sisters and Fayte walk towards her with malicious intent. “You were never a maiden in the first place~….” Said the more taller mature one.

Aqila felt her eyes widen, “w-what…..?” She mumbled.

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

Long ago, a knight of the maiden of wit had married his beautiful and courage strong wife with love. Their children’s were born as twins. Beautiful and strong they’ll be at age when they are grown. But truly, they were given a destiny, they were to be the knights for the next maiden of wit. Who had been born a year prior to them. However. A deranged witch seduced the father to conceive a child, so that child can steal the ring from betraying the knights order and maiden themself. Though, the plan did not get followed through. As she became more greedier and greedier, wanting the ring and sabotage every day. Making the children’s be unsafe at their home, they sadly had to leave the kingdom. For good in a new world. However, the maiden of wits wish to bless the children’s on her own, but. One child had taken the ring, yet was given the knight of Aladdin dagger to symbolize her role. And that child. Was you.

“A q i l a”

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

Aqila hung her head high, as she ravel into the truth. The fates don’t lie, and everyone was silent. The fight may be held. But Fayte couldn’t help but break the ice with a horrible cruel selfish laugh. “It’s hilarious ISNT it?!” He spoke. “You talk so mighty. But deep down…… you’re the wrong person….” He said. And Aqila world shatter on her, in her eyes was despair. Her entire life, her entire world…. Was just a mistaken role she given herself.

She was the wrong maiden. And the ring just adapt to her as a boost.

This image shows what it truly would’ve been if Aqila hadn’t taken the ring under Jasmine watch

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #Marron writes #marron ocs #twst oc #twst #twst magical girl au #Aqila (Twst oc) #muts oc #Fayte Lyfie #I commit angst on you bitches

[paganimagevault]

Ancient Sogdian letters 1 & 3, about the year 313 CE. Miwnay and her daughter, Shayn, write to husband/father Nanai-dhat. According to Vladimir A. Livšic, Miwnay's name means "Little Tiger" and her husband's name means "Created by the Goddess Nanai". I'm not sure what Shayn's name meant.

"'From her daughter, the free-woman Miwnay, to her dear mother Chatis. I am very anxious to see you.'

History rarely remembers the little people. Our history books are full of stories of kings, queens, and conquerors; of influential men and wealthy people who lived in gilded castles. But the rest of us are forgotten.

The lives of countless ordinary people -- people who loved and lost and struggled and died – have been completely forgotten. To them, their lives were the most important thing in the world; but today, no one even remembers their names.

That’s what makes a box full of 1,700-year-old letters found in the Chinese town of Dunhuang so incredible. Because in that box are two letters written by an ordinary woman named Miwnay.

They’re a rare glimpse into the life of the Sogdian people who, in 313 AD, were living under Chinese rule. But more than that, they’re a glimpse into the love and pain that filled the life of an ordinary woman – one of only a few who will never be forgotten.

This wasn’t a polite formality. Miwnay’s letter was a plea for her life. She was trapped in Dunhuang, a town miles away from anyone she knew. Her husband had dragged her there three years ago, but now he was nowhere to be found.

He’d abandoned Miwnay and her daughter, Shayn, and hadn’t left them a penny to support themselves. And now Miwnay and her little girl, who had once been the pampered family of a wealthy merchant, were starving to death.

“I live wretchedly, without clothing, without money,” Miwnay told her mother. “I ask for a loan, but no-one consents to give me one.”

She hadn’t seen her husband for years. He’d even stopped writing. Miwnay had given up on waiting. Her only hope now was to get out of this town and get back to her mother’s home – the only place she’d ever felt at home.

For a woman with an absent husband in the year 313 AD, though, leaving Dunhuang wasn’t an easy task. By the laws of her land, Miwnay wasn’t allowed to leave unless her husband gave her permission.

Sogdian women, like Miwnay, were second-class citizens in Dunhuang. Their homeland, Sogdia, had once been a province in the Persian Empire; now, though, Miwnay was living in China’s Gansu province, just outside the frontier wall that divided China from the rest of Asia. And there, the Chinese made the rules.

Many of them ended up being a sold into sexual slavery. It was a common fate for Sogdian women, especially the poor. They would be bound up and sold off to the wealthiest Chinese, who had the legal right to beat them, tie them up, and do anything they wanted to do them.

Miwnay, in a way, had been lucky. She’d married a Sogdian man named Nanai-dhat, a merchant who’d placed his home on the Silk Road. There was a good chance that he was a wealthy man – the Sogdians, it’s said, were experts at making a fortune through trade.

By law, if she couldn’t get her husband’s consent, she would have to get the consent of his closest relative, a man named Artivan. But Artivan had refused, and no one would help her. Everyone she turned to told her the same thing: “Wait. … Perhaps Nanai-dhat would come.”

But Nanai-dhat wasn’t coming. Nobody knew where he was – and if Miwnay couldn’t get out of Dunhuang, there was a chance she’d end up like those other poor women, left with no choice but to sell their daughters as slaves.

Miwnay’s other letter, directed to her husband, Nanai-dhat, opens with a long stream of gushing platitudes, almost as if her husband were a God:

“To my noble lord and husband Nani-dhat, blessing and homage on bended knee, as is offered to the Gods. And it would be a good day for him who might see you healthy, happy, and free from illness, together with everyone; and sir, when I hear news of your good health, I consider myself immortal!”

All that over-the-top praise, though, was just what was expected in Sogdian culture . As soon as they were out of the way, Miwnay got vicious:

“I would rather be a dog’s or a pig’s wife than yours!”

Miwnay’s family, she reveals in the letter, had begged her not to follow her husband to Dunhuang. She’d tagged along, though, starry-eyed with love, only to be abandoned. Nanai-dhat hadn’t written to her in a long time. The only letter she’d gotten from him was a chiding, reminding her “how to serve the Chinese.”

But that was Miwnay’s greatest fear. If Nanai-dhat didn’t come back soon, she and her daughter – females who had once enjoyed the life of freedom in a wealthy man’s home – really would become servants to the Chinese.

There was a post-script on that second letter, added by Miwnay’s daughter, Shayn, that seems to have been written a little later. Everything Miwnay feared, it seems, had come true. Shayn writes:

“We have become the servants of the Chinese, I together with my mother.”

A family friend named Farnkhund had ruined them. Miwnay had hoped that Farnkhund would take her and her daughter out of Dunhuang, but Farnkhund let them down. He had built up an incredible amount of debt from the Chinese, though, and now he was on the run, and the Chinese soldiers were trying to hunt him down.

Miwnay and Shayn had inherited his debts. Shayn was a peasant girl now, watching over a flock of animals to survive.

When the man in their family left, they’d lost everything. And, as women living in the 4th century Gansu, they were forbidden to do anything about it.

Nobody knows for sure what became of Miwnay and Shayn. Those two letters are the only clues that they were ever even alive.

Miwnay’s letters, though, never reached their destinations. They were intercepted by a Chinese guard and locked in a box on the frontier wall , hidden away and forgotten until an archaeologist found them in 1907.

Miwnay’s mother never read her daughter’s plea for help. Her husband never read Shayn’s note telling him what had become of his family. And whatever fate greeted them when it was all done was likely a dark one.

But there was still one hope. In her letter to her mother, Miwnay revealed that there was still one person looking out for her:

“I depend on charity from the priest. He said to me: If you go, I will give you a camel, and a man should go with you, and on the way, I will look after you well.”

Perhaps the holy man who’d given her clothes to wear and food to eat went through with his promise. Perhaps he gave her a camel and a man to help her sneak past the guards. Perhaps she made her way home to her mother and lived out a peaceful life, back among her family.

The only thing that we know for sure is that Miwnay accomplished one incredible thing: she made her story heard. Though she could never have expected it, Miwnay managed to make her life one of the few that is thought of more than a thousand years later.

Miwnay, like all people, died. But her story is remembered."

-Mark at Ancient-Origins, 'Heart Wrenching Letters Reveal the Traumatic Life of Miwnay, A Sogdian Woman in China 1,700 Years Ago'

Translations of the two letters (translation by Prof. Nicholas Sims-Williams, University of London):

"Sogdian Ancient Letter No. 1 [Verso] From her daughter, the free-woman Miwnay, to her d[ear] mother [Chatis].

[Recto] [From her dau]ghter, the free-woman Mi[wnay], to her dear [mother] Chatis, blessing and homage. It would be a good day for him who might [see] you healthy and at ease; and [for me] that day would be the best when we ourselves might see you in good health. I am very anxious to see you, but have no luck. I petitioned the councilor Sagharak, but the councilor says: Here there is no other relative closer to Nanai-dhat than Artivan. And I petitioned Artivan, but he says: Farnkhund ..., and I refuse to hurry, I refuse to ... And Farnkhund says: If your husband’s relative does not consent that you should go back to your mother, how should I take you? Wait until ... comes; perhaps Nanai-dhat will come. I live wretchedly, without clothing, without money; I ask for a loan, but no-one consents to give me one, so I depend on charity from the priest. He said to me: If you go, I will give you a camel, and a man should go with you, and on the way I will look after you well. May he do so for me until you send me a letter!

Sogdian Ancient Letter No. 3 [Verso] From (his) daughter Shayn to the noble lord Nanai-dhat.

[On another part of the verso] From (his) servant [left unfinished].

[Recto] To (my) noble lord (and) husband Nanai-dhat, blessing (and) homage on bended knee, as is offered to the Gods. And (it would be) a good day for him who might see you healthy, happy (and) free from illness, together with everyone; and, sir, when I hear (news of) your (good) health, I consider myself immortal!

Behold, I am living ..., badly, not well, wretchedly, and I consider myself dead. Again and again I send you a letter, (but) I do not receive a (single) letter from you, and I have become without hope towards you. My misfortune is this, (that) I have been in Dunhuang for three years thanks(?) to you, and there was a way out a first, a second, even a fifth time, (but) he(!) refused to bring me out. I requested the leaders that support (should be given) to Farnkhund for me, so that he may take me to (my) husband and I would not be stuck in Dunhuang, (for) Farnkhund says: I am not Nanai-dhat’s servant, nor do I hold his capital. I also requested thus: If he refuses to take me to (my) husband, then ... such support for me that he may take me to (my) mother. The leaders say: Here in Dunhuang there is no other relative closer than Artivan, (but) Artivan [say]s: Farnkhund ... whatever ... to do for you. If(?) I(?) (had) no guarantee, no protection, my father ... I have become ... not ... How much more would I have ... by my father if ... a servant of the Chinese! A free man ... who found ... and ... keeps (his) clothing in good condition(?). And you write (your) bidding to me about everything in ... so that I should ... you and I should know how to think, and if I do not ... you, then you write to me so that I should know how to serve the Chinese. In my paternal abode I did not have such a restricted ... as with(?) you. I obeyed your command (lit. took your command upon my head) and came to Dunhuang and I did not observe (my) mother’s bidding nor (my) brothers’. Surely(?) the Gods were angry with me on the day when I did your bidding! I would rather be a dog’s or a pig’s wife than yours! And for me ...

Sent by (your) servant Miwnay. This letter was written in the third month on the tenth day.

[Added in the margin] From (his) daughter Shayn to the noble lord Nanai-dhat, blessing (and) homage. And (it would be) a good [day] for him [who] might see [you] healthy, rested (and) happy. ... I have become ... and I watch over a flock of domestic animals. Differently to you, I had a ..., and ... went out. I am ... and I know that you do not lack twenty staters(?) to send. It is necessary to consider the whole (matter). Farnkhund has run away; the Chinese seek him but do not find him. Because of Farnkhund’s debts we have become the servants of the Chinese, I together with (my) mother."

#sogdiana #slavery #sex slavery #ancient history #history #old letters #archaeology #ancient literature #iranian

[fe-fictions]

Do you have any stories left for the Archest of Archers? I need more Virion/Robin in my life

(How about the Kissed By Another prompt...but in reverse!!!! This is such a good story, I can't believe I had posted it sooner!)

It was always whispered behind your backs, but you and Virion knew that people kept talking.

He was still flirtatious, and he would let a pick-up line slip here and there, but you didn’t mind it. Virion promised he wasn’t going anywhere. He would always rein his behavior in when you expressed concern.

But you knew his personality. You would feel terrible if he changed things about himself just to please you. It wouldn’t be healthy or fair.

So you trusted him, and you ignored what others said. You weren’t worried, and you weren’t offended. However, that all came to a stop one fateful day.

“Do you think that everything will truly go back to normal once this war ends?” virion asked you, the two of you working away in the armory and polishing the various blades and lances that Frederick had assigned you both.

You tilted your head, curious what was running through Virion’s mind.

“I would assume so, yes.”

“Well, the problem for me is that…my normal would be returning home to Rosanne. It is across the sea, amour. Would be comfortable leaving your friends behind?”

“Hmm.” You paused your work, “I don’t know. That’s a hard question.”

“I worry you would be anxious having to live in a new place. You would not have much support, and that would be uncomfortable, non?”

“It wouldn’t be ideal, but you know that you’re all I need, right?” You responded with a soft smile, “Where you go, I go. I can write letters and visit everyone else. Chrom will be the least happy about it, but he’ll get over it. He’s a tough kid.”

“I am so happy to hear you say so, mon ange.” Virion beamed at you, “You are so brave, and so beautiful, and so very perfect in every possible way…ah, but I have been so blessed by the gods with such a wonderful woman.”

“You can just say ‘I’m glad to hear it’.” You giggled.

Virion laughed. “Ah, but where would the fun in that be?”

He grinned at you, leaning forward to steal a quick kiss. You broke apart just as the tent flap opened, and Virion was called by Ricken for some important task.

“I’ll be back soon, amour. Leave some polishing for me, hm?”

“I will.” You beamed at him, watching him leave with his usual flourish. You shook your head when he bowed dramatically to you. You had married quite the theater man, which you realized fairly early into your marriage.

You reflected happily on your relationship, humming while the polishing continued. You finished two more lances before the tent opened again.

“Welcome back-”

“Thank you, Tactician.” 

You started when a voice that wasn’t your husband’s hit your ears, and you looked up to find a soldier, a Myrmidon, entering the armory.

“Oh, forgive me- I mistook you for my husband.” You told the man with an embarrassed chuckle.

“No matter. I was actually looking for you, hoping I could have an audience alone with you.”

“Is there something I can help you with? Is there a problem with your formation or your partner? I’d be happy to reassign you if that were the case.”

“None of that. It’s nothing to do with battle. Rather, this is something a bit personal.”

“All right…” You didn’t like how strange his request was. You had no idea what to do with this- Frederick had mentioned something about chain of command before. This man had to be breaking some sort of rule.

“I’ve learned something about your husband, ma’am. It could damage his reputation, and yours…which in turn would cause harm to Lord Chrom.”

“What sort of information do you have on Virion, of all people? I know him pretty well. He’s never done anything to make me suspect otherwise.”

“Even with his excessive romantic behavior?”

“If that’s the sort of information you have, then no, I’m not worried at all.” You said with a deep frown, “If this is some sort of sick joke, I’m not laughing.”

“It’s not like that. It’s serious.” He held out a piece of paper that had all sorts of scribblings on it, but you chiefly recognized Virion’s name, and the Valmese Kingdom among the lines of text. 

“Virion is from Rosanne- it’s close to Valm. Why is this important?”

“You don’t know enough about Valm to understand how serious this is, ma’am. The Valmese aren’t our friends. They’re allied with Plegia. Supplying weapons and funding them so they can win the war.”

That didn’t sound good. Virion’s name attached to it sounded worse.

“What does that have to do with Virion?”

“He’s helping facilitate the transactions through his connections in Rosanne; an ally of Valm.”

The blood turned to ice in your veins. 

Virion? A traitor?

“If word were to get out that there’s a traitor in our ranks, it would undermine the entire army. No one would trust anyone. You’re married to the man- you think anyone would do as you say, knowing you’re connected to a rat?”

“Virion’s no rat! He would never betray his friends, let alone Ylisse!” You protested so passionately, the strange soldier was taken aback. His surprise was soon replaced with a smirk.

“This is what I was afraid of. You’re more than willing to go to bat for him, but that’s a problem. We have to make sure this is properly investigated before anyone’s name is cleared. Your word is nothing unless there’s proof. Right now, the evidence is stacked against him.”

You bit your lip, frustrated into silence and confusion. He was right.

“So, I thought I should come to you first with this information.”

“I see. But until I can verify any of-”

“Ah-ah. Not so fast. You’re not going to be investigating any of this. You’re far too close. That, and I’m concerned you’ll try and tell someone about what’s going on. We can’t have that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that if you try and tell anyone about what you found out today, I can make sure that everyone knows your husband is a traitor, and you’re his right hand who’s helping him every step of the way.”

“Excuse me?”

“Breathe a word and I end the game before it starts. But if you keep quiet and do as I say, then Virion and you will be just fine.”

“You want to blackmail me?” You seethed, “What in the gods’ names is wrong with you?!”

“Nothing at all. But you have to give me what I want.”

“Which is?”

“A kiss.” 

You were pretty sure you didn’t hear that right.

“…What did you just say?”

“I want a kiss from the Chief Tactician, Ylisse’s most beautiful woman.” He said with a toothy grin, leaning closer. “You’ll do it, won’t you? You wouldn’t want your husband’s reputation destroyed. Just think of the way you’ll be outcast, treated like enemies of the state…you’d be imprisoned for treason.”

You glared daggers straight into that man’s soul. He was truly a disgusting creature.

“That’s all you want, huh? Just a kiss?”

“I couldn’t ask for more.” He assured you, leaning even closer. You wanted to vomit. “Just remember, all of this stays between us. A word of it gets out, and you’ll both regret it.”

“Fine.” You hissed. You grabbed the man’s collar without another thought, and smashed your mouths together. It was the absolute least pleasant kiss you could have ever given to anyone, and every second it lasted you felt a part of yourself die inside.

You weren’t the only one.

“Robin.”

You practically shoved the man off, gasping when Virion’s voice hit your ears. He was rooted to the spot as he stared at you.

At the man whose mouth had just been on yours. On his wife’s.

His Robin.

Though…you weren’t really his, were you?

Your mouth fell open, stumbling to explain yourself, but you stopped short. You felt the soldier’s eye on you, heard the paper with the damning evidence crinkle in his hand. 

You couldn’t say anything.

“What…what is this?”

Oh, his voice. He sounded so shocked. So hurt.

“Virion, i-it’s not…”

“Oh, it is.”

You swiveled around to look at the man whose grin was filled with pegasus dung. He was enjoying this.

“My…apologies.” Virion’s hand faltered from the canvas. He looked away.

“Virion-”

“I didn’t mean to intrude.”

He was gone.

————————-

The  following hours were a blur. You didn’t remember the Myrmidon disappearing, but you were alone and couldn’t see past your tears. 

You tried to find Virion, running all around the camp and calling for him. No one had seen him. Maribelle thought she’d seen him rush from the armory, but there was no clear indicator where he went.

So you waited in your tent. Your shared tent. You sat on your cot, feeling overwhelmed with all sorts of feelings you couldn’t process. 

You wanted to know why the man wanted your kiss in exchange for Virion’s protection. Why did that matter? What was he really after?? 

Yo were so muddled up with thoughts, but the one that kept twisting up your heart was Virion. Every time his face flashed in your mind, you wanted to curl up and die. His eyes were devoid of love. They were so full of pain. 

You weren’t willing to test that man’s threat, saying that he had ways of finding out if you’ve kept quiet or not. 

It was a threat you weren’t willing to test. You had a terrible feeling that Virion was in danger. You just wanted to tell him that much.

So it was surprising when, long after the sky turned dark, that Virion stepped into the tent. It took him all of two seconds to realize you were there, and his eyes locked with yours. His hand clenched on the fabric, but he closed it just the same.

He looked away from you the quickest he could.

“You’re here.” 

“I am.” You confirmed with a weak nod. The air was so thick with tension it was suffocating.

How were you supposed to explain kissing another man in front of your husband? Let alone without being able to say the real reason?

Virion broke the silence, first With a quiet laugh. A bitter, cold laugh.

“You know, it is quite funny. Everyone always said that I would betray your trust. That I would hurt you, that you deserved better than a filthy old tramp, like me.” His words became chilled. “I never thought it would be the other way around.”

“Virion-”

“Non, Robin.” He stopped you fiercely, and you forgot how to breathe. 

He hadn’t called you by your name like that, before. So filled with anger, and hurt.

“I think we can both agree you have done more than enough.” He was falling apart. “I have always…been willing to do what you asked, Robin. If I ever hurt you, or made you worry- I told you to stop me. I would change for you in a heartbeat. A heartbeat! Yet it was not enough, was it?”

You couldn’t even respond. You were shellshocked by the words coming out of his mouth. By the betrayal in his eyes.

“Was I ever enough for you? Did you ever even- was this a marriage of convenience? All this time, hiding a secret lover, going behind my back and betraying my trust and my love for you because you never felt the same? Yet you didn’t have the courage- the love enough to tell me the truth?”

You were both crying.

Virion swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair. “Robin…I trusted you, with my whole heart. I was willing to commit to you. I do not want to know how long this has…I do not want your reasons. I only wish you told me, before. It could have saved us both the trouble of heartbreak.”

He pulled at his glove, and you feared he would discard his ring. The one that matched yours, that weighed so painfully on your finger.

“Virion…please let me say something.” 

“What can you say?” He barked out a laugh, “You honestly think I can find any explanation you had for me believable at all? I heard your words! ‘That’s all you want? Just a kiss’?”

Oh.

“‘All of this stays between us’?? Your secret romance you had the gall to sneak about in broad daylight? When you knew I was coming back?? Ha!!” 

He shook his head, his hand falling to his side.

“…Ha.”

“I…” Your hands were quaking in your lap. Your heartbeat was deafening in your ears, but you couldn’t bear it. “Can’t say much.”

Virion looked down at you, expression cold and unmoving.

“But I need you to trust me.”

His eyes widened. He couldn’t believe the words you spoke.

“Do you really think that I could do that to you?” You asked him softly, “Without reason?”

He looked away. “Does that matter? I know what I saw. This isn’t some trick or misunderstanding- that was deliberate.”

“It was.” You confirmed, standing on your feet now that your legs had stopped shaking. He looked to you again. More hurt. “But there’s more to it. I promise you, I-I just can’t…I can’t explain. So…please, trust me.”

You grabbed your knapsack from the foot of the cot. You slung it over your shoulder, brushing past your husband.

“I’m not going to force you to be here with me. I’ve got things I need to do. So please, just…don’t fall apart just yet. Don’t quit on me.”

It was all Virion could do to let you leave.

The moment he was alone, in the silence of his broken home, that he sank to the ground. He was a mess.

————————-

The days that followed were uncomfortable and strange for Virion. 

It was clear he was off, but if someone asked what was wrong he wouldn’t answer. He found out that you disappeared the next morning. You left a letter to Chrom telling him you would be back soon.

The prince sent out a search party for you when you didn’t return the next day. Two nights in a row, Virion was alone.

On the third day, Chrom called for Virion’s audience. He was in the council tent, and he had a man bound in a chair, covered in bruises.

The man you kissed.

The man Virion immediately punched.

“Hold on a second, don’t do that!” Chrom grabbed Virion’s arm. 

“I appreciate you doing this for me, but I’m perfectly capable of beating this man down, myself.” He growled, trying to push past to get another hit in.

“I didn’t do this. Neither did Frederick.” The lieutenant, who intended to hold Virion back, stepped forward.

“This man is involved in a plot to undermine the Ylissean Army. He was going to use you to do so.”

“Me?” Virion’s brow furrowed. 

“Robin found evidence this man was planning a coup. He blackmailed her with ‘evidence’ that you were working with the Valmese. Your background from Rosanne left  weakness in your credibility. In order to protect you, Robin started this investigation.”

He was floored.

The Archest of Archers didn’t know what to think. His head was swimming, his heart was pounding, and it was all he could do to stare at Chrom. The prince gave Virion a letter that was covered in your handwriting.

His fingers quivered with every word he read.

“There is a small squadron of men who are working against the army. A Myrmidon from the 16th platoon has organized a team of soldiers, all tied to Valm in some way. I’ve discovered a hidden base of operations; a fort 11 miles west of our campsite. I will be back within a fortnite, this matter put to rest.”

“Eleven miles west…?” Virion’s brow furrowed, looking to Chrom. “S-she has gone alone? Is she engaging with these men??”

“Considering she sent this one back to us in this state…I wouldn’t doubt it.” Chrom gestured to the man Virion was contemplating punching again.

“When will she return?”

“We don’t know. Miriel is working with Tharja to pinpoint her exact location, and Cordelia is scouting the west for the fort. As soon as we get everything we need, we’re going after her. We wanted to know if you would join us.”

“Yes.”

Virion’s heart was soaring. Surging.

“Very well. We’ll send for you as soon as we’re ready to leave. Until then, we have a few more questions for this man.”

It was Chrom who eventually had to push him out of the tent to keep him from “assisting” with the interrogation. As soon as he was out, though, he was rushing back to his tent. Your tent. Your home.

He had never readied for battle so quickly. The ring on his hand burned as his blood did. He paced the tent, back and forth, ready to leave immediately.

He needed to bring you home.

He needed to apologize. Tell you he loved you. That he was so unbelievably lucky to have someone willing to risk everything, even his trust, to protect him. You did that for him.

His resolve to marry you all over again quickly dissipated when Miriel came to his tent, breathlessly informing him you returned.

You were in the infirmary.

————————-

It was mere hours after Virion had started pacing in his tent that you had come back. He sprinted across camp.

He raced past Chrom and Frederick, who had made it to the healing tent just before he did, but he wasn’t letting anyone get to you first..

“Whoa-” Chrom didn’t even realize the blue blur was Virion until Frederick put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him short of following.

“We should give them some time. He was clearly worried.” Frederick suggested. Chrom couldn’t agree more. Especially after Libra stepped out with a blush on his cheeks.

Best to give them some time.

Virion burst into the tent without hesitation. He found you, sitting up in your cot, plasters and bandages wrapped around various parts of your body.

Yet you looked calm, unmoved by the pain stinging your skin.

“Robin,” Virion gasped. You snapped up to look at him, finding the man crossing the tent to your bedside. 

“Virion…I-!” He engulfed you in his embrace before you could even apologize. He fell onto the cot, hugging you tightly, burying his face in your hair.

“Mon amour.”

Oh.

“Mon coeur, ma femme, mon Robin parfait et bien-aimé…” He squeezed you closer, his voice trembling when he felt the tears wet his tunic. “I am so very sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” You sounded almost jovial. It was enough to make Virion pull back to look at you, finding the tears in your eyes enough to make his spill over.

“Because I did not listen to my heart.” He grimaced, wiping at the tears that slipped down your cheeks. “I knew…I knew that you would never betray me. I trust you with my life, yet I…I should not have said any of those terrible things to you. I must have hurt you so much.”

“Virion, you watched me kiss another man.” You reminded him (somewhat bitterly). “You had every right to say those things.”

“Not to you.” He cupped your cheek, his expression twisted with regret. “Not to the woman who risked everything to protect a foolish man like me.”

“You’re not foolish.” You whispered, pressing into his palm. “You’re intelligent, and strong, and kind, and you’re the man I love. Don’t ever question that.”

“Never.” He kissed you, deeply, his hand sliding from your cheek to your neck, pulling you into him as much as he could.

This was what he wanted. Holding his wife as close as possible, lips parting only long enough to draw a breath before kissing you senseless again.

He wished to erase the bitter taste of that man’s lips. The disgusting ploy to undermine his trust in you, to destroy his marriage so Virion himself would be an easier target…

The two of you lost track of time, then, hugging each other and comforting one another for all you were worth.

You later learned the Myrmidon in question wasn’t just trying to undermine the army. He had a personal vendetta. A man from Rosanne, seeking revenge for allegedly destroying his home with his lack of leadership.

You didn’t believe a word of it; you knew there were problems in Virion’s past, but never would he actively destroy another man. He wasn’t capable of it, let alone so that a man would try to end his marriage and his army.

It only confirmed the truth you already decided upon. You were returning to Rosanne with him, to help repair the land that had fallen apart in his absence. No matter how hostile or poor the state of affairs, you weren’t leaving his side.

It just confirmed for Virion you were absolutely the one he needed.

You lost count of the kisses he drowned you in, the night you returned to your tent. He made it clear that you were trusted, loved, and he would never question that ever again. Though to be on the safe side, you promised you wouldn’t kiss anyone else, no matter how dire the circumstances. 

He promised in return to give you plenty of kisses so you’d get your fill. As if you could ever possibly get enough.

#virion #robin #fe 13 #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #virion x robin #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!robin #fem!robin #f!mu #kissed by another #angst #hurt and comfort #God i love hurting this man so much #i think some of my fluffiest and angstiest pieces are for virion #idk what it is abt the flirty arrogant weirdo becoming a loyal loving husband but that just DOES SOMETHING to my HEART

[sapphomosa]

Need.

Lucifer x Reader

In which Lucifer learns it's okay to not always put others' needs before his own.

Lucifer was an important man. You knew how stressed he gets with working for Diavolo, not to mention all the foolishness his brothers leave him to deal with.

The eldest demon was a pariah in dark clothing, reminding you of the legendary "Atlas" who carried the world on his shoulders. Today had been especially stressful for him as Diavolo unloaded a mountain of paperwork on him with seemingly no end.

You had been in the kitchen grabbing a snack when the red eyed avatar listlessly meandered by, void of his usual proud stature. "Luci" as you affectionately called him "-are you okay? You seem more stressed than usual". Offering a light laugh you try to stifle the tension.

"I'm fine. Just more work than usual" He replies and then seemingly dissaoears into the void that is the main house.

Sitting in one of the barstools, you reach for a piece of fruit and begin to twist the stem absent-mindedly. "Poor Luci" you thought to yourself- "he always works so hard. I'd like to do something nice for him". Pondering and trying to think of a kind deed, you are vaguely reminded of your time in the human world. There had be one time, after your high school finals that you had complained to your best friend over your anxiety regarding your scores. "I get anxious sometimes too, (Y/N). Let me give you a massage. Stimulating the muscles helps to release pent up stress". And sure, enough it did.

Reminiscing on the flashback fondly, you decide to try your luck and make your way to Lucifer's bedroom. (Because where else would he be slaving over paperwork). Taking a small inhale, you knock on the door.

"Who is it?" The eldest replies gruff.

"It's me, (Y/N)". "Oh, come in"

Stepping past his doorframe you are met with the image of a man forlorn, his great noble stature hunched over a long desk. "How's the paperwork coming along?" You ask. "It's...there I guess. At least I don't have to deal with Mammon's idocracy for the time being".

You laugh. "Aw come on Luci, don't be so mean! Being troublesome while you're so hard at work? Mammon would never, he's not THAT dumb".

The avatar of pride returns a small smile. "You're absolutely right (y/n),I guess I should count myself blessed".

Sitting on the corner of his bed you gasp- "Blessed? In a place such as this? The irony is not lost on me my dear Luci-"

Lucifer's cheeks tinge slightly pink. He'd never admit it (in fact he'd argue he's more emotionally stunted than Mammon), but he loved hearing you refer to him so congenial like. Having to put on a firm and stoic facade all the time was tiring, so being spoken to in such a familiar manner was refreshing to him.

"Can I help you?"

He snaps put of his daze, seemingly forgetting where he was. "What?"

"You're tired, you're stressed, I want to help."

"Well you wouldn't know how to drill out these forms so-"

You quickly cut him off. Patting the duvet cover beneath you, you smile warmly at him causing his heart to flutter. "That's not what I meant. Come sit, sit"

Lucifer eyes you suspiciously. He may be stubborn when it came to admitting his feelings, but he did recognize the feels he had for you. He stands up abruptly, pushing in his desk chair with a loud screech. He stands in front of you for a moment, then hesitantly sits next to you.

Happy he's listening, you usher him to take off his fur lined cape. "C'mon, lay on your stomach". Squealing internally, your stomach flips as the broad man of your dreams (not that he needed to know) abides your request. Oddly quiet, he lays himself down without out a word until - "what're you planning to do to me (Y/N)? This better not be some prank". You roll your eyes "God Luci, can you just relax? I said I wanted to help you and I meant it".

He snorts at the mention of his estranged father. "Fine, do as you wish".

Cheering inwardly, you raise a fist in silent victory. "I'm going to massage your back Luci, just lay there and get comfortable". You hear nothing but a slight shift of his body, so you take that as a yes. Flexing your fingers, you press into his upper back.

Hearing his sharp intake of breath, you grin at his surprise at your touch. Continuing to knead your knuckles along his broad back, you sigh. Though you've never seen him says clothes, your fingertips brush against strong muscle. Firmly toned and taut, Lucifer undoubtedly had a nice body. "Too bad he never shows it" You say with a snicker.

"What was that?" Your companion says, his voice muffled through the sheets.

"Nothing! Just thinking about how Mammon shows his work on his math problems" you reply a little too quickly.

Feeling bold, you slowly move your hands up to the nape of Lucifer's neck. Feeling him freeze, you murmur softly: "Relax Luci, I've got ya. Let me do the work for once". Feeling him relax, you push your thumb up his neck softly. "You're so tense Luci" you coo- " you should really take breaks more".

"I can't. Diavolo needs me, my brothers need me, Devildom needs me

You know that (Y/N)". He replies.

You encroach your fingers into his dark hair- "but what do you need Luci?"

Lucifer stills for a moment. No one ever asks what he needs. It's always what someone else needs. Lucifer do this, Lucifer do that, it always the same. Before you, a mere human, no other higher being sought to care for Lucifer in such a manner. You're kind to him, patient, you always show you're thinking of him. You act like you genuinely care for him. Mayne even love him.

Taking a moment, Lucifer chooses his next words carefully:

"I think I just need you".

#lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer avatar of pride #obey me lucifer #om lucifer #fluff #take care of each other #lucifer x mc

[geometricalien]

Romance Snippet Game!

I've been tagged by @ultfreakme a long ass time ago but I'm finally getting around to this. I've got 3 current wips to draw from but they are all the same ship so I'll just throw them all here anyways!

rules: share a few lines or a snippet that sums up the main relationship(s) in your wip

Things That Hold Us Together: Steel Bolts and Tender Hearts - (android/technician)

There must be some invisible field that Akashi is able to tap into, something of pure energy that connects to the electricity and internet and- and who knows what else- that makes him the epicenter and able to to control everything with a single synapse in their neural network… Kouki has never heard of such a thing, let alone any theory that alludes to this. It’s… it’s amazing, world altering tech. He feels like a man first encountering fire.

He harshly swallows down the wonder choking him. “Oh.”

Akashi’s eyes stop sparking and the technology returns to normal with the suddenness of gravity being turned back on. The apartment feels much smaller and cramped than before. It’s drab. He hates it.

εὐήλιος - (greek wip act 2)

(theres so many scrapped snippets that fit this, I'll share some of my favorites)

(this is from before I decided to switch povs)

He turns to Kouki, standing on his right as always. His love looked similarly distressed based on his clenched jaw and his fidgeting fingers.

And then there is the other problem with leaving.

He would be discarding his fate. Throwing away the stars and the moon. Abandoning all that he believed in, all that pulled him through life. His name was to be etched into history.

Could he forget what the gods had promised him?

They already blessed him with Kouki. They were entwined in the stars long before either was born. Seijuurou would be spitting on his fate, on the wondrous gift he is.

The man is the best part of his life. -----

“Good.�� He purrs, lifting their hands to his mouth and presses light kisses into Kouki’s hand, each a promise of devotion.

Approval from Seijuurou always made him a tad dizzy which only increased when his sly mouth drew in a finger. The enveloping wet heat did nothing to stop the haze his mind easily slipped into. After all, Seijuurou is excellent with his tongue in more ways than one.

“You’ve gotten quite skilled at th-that.” His voice breaks at the sharp suck pulling him deeper into the cavernous warmth.

Seijuurou is unhurried as if they have all the time in the world. Every curl is an act of worship, and he would be worried about the obvious impiety Seijuurou is displaying if it didn’t feel so damn good. He knows what it feels like to have those pink lips wrapped around his length. To have songs of praise bitten into his skin. Seijuurou has loved him softly, roughly, frantically, savoring- in every conceivable way he has been worshiped. -----

He takes hold of Kouki’s hand and draws patterns into his palm. The little soothing action helps ground Kouki when he feels particularly anxious, and a little part of him thinks it helps calm Seijuurou too. As well as being practical it is endlessly endearing to Kouki. When he focuses on the shapes traced he often pieces the phrase “I love you” written over and over. How many times has he borne that phrase into his skin? Has it seeped into the muscle and bone?

trust me, trust me, darling dear - (horror oneshot)

As a child he had a favorite blanket. Blue and the softest material you’d ever feel, made of wishes and dreams. He thinks it was a gift from a relative, maybe his grandmother? He’s not sure. It has been by his side since he can remember. In stormy shadow filled nights and the first thing he stuffed in his backpack for preschool. A comfort object, that’s what they called it.

And he remembers how much he wailed when his mother took the worn, ragged blanket from his thin child arms when it needed to be washed. How he clung to the long spider-like strings digging into his tender skin leaving angry red and white marks.

His mother would scold him as he sat in front of the washer, waiting. “You have to be more careful or soon there will be nothing left of it.”

Listening to the wet slosh of soapy water he never understood why loving something made it break, made it fall apart at the seams. After all, his mother’s love and gentle kiss could heal any pain. What made his so… rotten?

Standing now infront of his mirror, feeling the phantom shadow arms reach for him- around him- pulling him into the inky black mass reflected in the mirror- being grabbed by the force before him, pushed beneath their will and his grasp on reality slips away- Kouki finally understands what she meant.

I got terminal akafuri brainrot but we knew this :3

#writing #tag game #akafuri #akashi seijirou #furihata kouki #knb #kuroko no basket #wips #im not going to actively tag anyone but feel free to join the fun

[utaxnanami]

A Failed Trial

A/N: My god, editing this took for ever; remind me to never write with a headache ever again. Anyway, this is my first time writing ghostleon and I’m still figuring them out. But I got so many ideas for more.

Obligatory English isn’t my first language warning.

Cross posted on AO3

Wordcount: 3535

Summary: Trials against Danny were usually fun, but things take a quick turn

Tags: suicide (aka Jeff speedruns the hook), blood and injury, canon typical violence, established relationship

A thick fog encased the campfire, snuffing out its light and taking away the warmth it had provided. The voices of the other survivors grew distant, and then they were gone. Leaving Leon alone in the endless grey.

Slowly, the emptiness around him changed. The ground under Leon’s feet turned muddy and from above icy rain drenched him in seconds. Finally, the fog cleared, unveiling his new hell. The temple of purgation.

It became clear with one quick look around, that he was alone. At least for now. Sometimes the Entity placed the survivors together, other times she paired them up. But today there didn’t seem to be anyone else in his vicinity.

Not too far away on some kind of platform or other, stood a generator. Out in the open like it was, with no pallets or windows for a quick getaway, would make him an easy target for the killer. But baggers couldn’t be choosers.

Leon chose not to open the chest he found on his way to the generator and sparing the dull totem behind him only a quick glance, he sat down and started on rewiring the cables. From his position on the gen Leon had a clear view of the temple in the middle of the realm and the brick wall fencing them in. The only blind spot was right behind him where the totem sat nestled between the ruins of whatever this structure once was.

The more time passed and the more the generator progressed, the more anxious Leon became. Where was the killer? Who was the killer? Halfway done and still no heartbeat. Maybe he was lucky, and the killer was occupied with someone else on the other side of the map. Or maybe it was Myers and Leon was already getting stalked. If he was extremely lucky, it was Danny. It would be on brand for him to just watch out of the shadows and wait for Leon to notice him.

Suddenly something dark scurried by him, tearing Leon out of his concentration and prompting him to connect the wrong wires. He was quick to raise his arms in front of his face to shield himself from the small explosion. Looking behind him Leon half expected to find his boyfriend, instead there was Jeff hovering over the totem. An apologetic look passed between them before Leon went back to the generator while Jeff continued with the totem.

The explosion hadn’t only set the generator’s progress back but also alerted whoever the killer was to their position. Great. The sudden soothing aura of the now blessed totem did nothing to calm his nerves. Things went in fact from bad to worse, when suddenly Jeff’s pained scream pierced through the air behind him.

And there he was in all his glory, white mask sprinkled in blood and dark clothes hiding a surprisingly strong body; Ghostface. If it weren’t for Jeff bleeding out on the ground only a few feet away from him, Leon would be happy to see him. Instead, he sprang away from the generator and pretended to get away. He knew that Danny wouldn’t go after him for now, but they had to keep up pretences in front of the other survivors. Only the Entity knew how they would react to their secret relationship.

Not going far, Leon crouched down between the remnants of a long-gone structure, having perfect view of the hook Danny had carried Jeff to and the treeline the killer vanished behind. Out of his peripheral vision he could see Meg approaching, crouching down behind a structure just like him.

Looking back to Jeff Leon noted with dismay that the man was trying to unhook himself. He must know that at the very least Leon wasn’t too far away – why was he doing that?

Stifling a groan of frustration Leon jumped up and over the debris he’d been hiding behind, hoping that seeing him would get Jeff to stop what he was doing. Meg was right beside him, sprinting with him in the direction of the hook where Jeff was now struggling against the Entity’s claws. And of course, Danny would choose that exact moment to come back out of hiding; missing Meg with his knife by only a hairsbreadth.

All three of them came to an abrupted stop when Jeff suddenly got pierced trough by the Entity’s spidery claws. Had he just given up? Leon had been so close, only meters away. There should have still been time to get him off the hook. Why?

Looking to Meg, Leon thought that he must look just as devastated as her. Even Danny, with his knife still raised for a strike, looked perplexed. His head crooked slightly to the side as he looked at the destroyed hook. Leon couldn’t help but compare his stance to that of a confused puppy.

The momentary truce was broken when a generator turned on in the distance, jolting them back into the moment. With a shooing motion, Danny indicated for Meg to start running again, allowing her a generous head start before he reassumed the chase.

Sparing one last glance at the sky and mourning the loss of his teammate, Leon went back to the generator from the beginning. Re-entering the healing circle of the blessed totem made a cold shiver run down his spine. Had Jeff planned this? Had he put the totem up in preparation of getting sacrificed, so that they could heal themselves without the help of a medkit or someone else?

That didn’t sit right with Leon, he’d rather have the man right there beside him than that stupid totem. In the end, it didn’t matter what Jeff had been thinking. Whether he had purposefully let himself be sacrificed or it had been an accident – perhaps the rain had made the Entity’s claws slippery – because now he was gone and there were still four generators to do and only three of them left. Leon had encountered worse odds and made it out alive. And with Bill and Meg left as his remaining teammates, Leon was hopeful.

But everything was easier said than done. In no time at all first Meg and then Bill managed to get injured, and the rain made it nearly impossible to repair the generator without slipping or electrocuting himself.

Deciding to abandon the generator when Bill got hooked, Leon made quick haste to where the man’s pained scream had come from. Rounding rather than making his way through the temple, Leon fell into a sprint when he passed by the jungle gym Meg was currently keeping Danny occupied in. As long as she kept him there, Leon would be able to safely unhook Bill and move the man into the range of the blessed totem for a quick heal.

Getting the man off the hook was easy. Keeping him off the hook however wasn’t, not with Danny making it his lifegoal to target him specifically. Every attempt to lead Danny away from Bill was met with a stab in warning and not even Meg dancing just out of his reach could get him to change paths. In no time at all Bill was back on the hook and Leon was pissed. And by Danny’s clear avoidance or attempt to seriously hurt him, Leon had a clear picture in his head of what the guy had in mind.

Yeah, not today. Leon owned it to Jeff to not let the others get sacrificed. They would win this round and Danny could be mopey about it; he could complain about not getting to spend quality time with him as much as he wanted – Leon knew that whether he made it out of this alive or not, Danny would sneak into his cabin later regardless, just like he always did.

Danny went straight after Meg as soon as he had managed to put Bill on the hook for the second time. Leon waited till they were far enough away before getting the old man back down and basically dragged him into the direction of the totem to heal him. After, they sat down to finally finish the generator.

As soon as the lights turned on, they cautiously made their way into the temple and down the steps to the basement where the next generator waited for them. Being finally out of the rain didn’t stop the full body shivers thanks to his completely drenched uniform. Leon couldn’t wait to get out of this place and back to his cosy little cabin, and depending on how this trial would end, maybe he would allow Danny to snuggle under the covers with him.

Leon sat down on the gen while Bill scouted out the basement, coming back shortly after with a toolbox in hand. It always came as a surprise how much faster a generator progress with the help of others.

The doors of the basement opened, powered by the generator. And with only two more to go, the exit gates would follow soon.

Or at least that was the plan. Danny wouldn’t make it that easy to get out, though. Something he proofed with downing Meg in the next second.

That was okay, she hadn’t been hooked yet. Bill on the other hand would be dead the moment Danny got his hands on him again. It would be safest for Leon to get her alone and for Bill to move to the next generator.

Pointing his thump at his chest and then up, Leon expressed just that. Not even waiting for the man to agree or disagree with him before taking the steps two at a time and making his way up again.

Standing in the middle of the temple Leon tried to locate where the scream had come from. There was no second scream indicating that she had been hooked and for one hopeful moment, Leon thought she had been able to struggle free. That was till he saw her lying not too far away from the entrance of the temple.

Scanning the surrounding area, there was no sign of Danny’s dark form anywhere. This was a trap.

If he made his way to Meg then Danny would go for Bill, but if he didn’t, she would bleed out right there. Leon was torn, he couldn’t protect them both. As much as he hated that way of thinking – saving Meg would be the better choice. She hadn’t been hooked yet, which would increase both of their chances to escape.

Sending one apologetic glance in the direction of the basement he stepped back out into the rain. Not only weighed down by his wet clothes but also his conciseness. Every step he took away from the temple and closer to Meg put a nail in Bill’s coffin. Danny could have just as well put the knife right in his hand and told him to choose. If he couldn’t save Bill, at the very least Leon would do everything to get Meg out of this.

Falling into a sprint, Leon nearly slipped on the muddy ground as he came to a stop next to Meg. Dropping to his knees he wasted no time in helping her back up, with one arm around her middle and her arm around his neck, they made it hallway to the healing totem before Bill’s scream tore thought the air. Leon’s breath got stuck in his throat, nearly choking him. This was his fault.

They rounded the outside of the temple just in time to see Danny crouching over the man’s still body with his camera in hand. Quickly crowding Meg against the wall of the temple and clamping a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, they watched on helplessly.

Danny wiped his knife clean with his glove and Leon’s eyes followed the movement. It was a motion that Leon always found strangely hypnotic. Every time the man used any kind of knife, should it be in the kitchen or out hunting, Leon couldn’t help but watch.

The moment was broken when Danny got up and moved out of his sight and into the forest. Waiting a moment to see if he would come back, Leon released his hold on Meg, only for her slump right back into him. She needed help, and soon.

They were just out of reach of the heal totem, but Danny had walked right into that direction. It would be too high of a risk. Letting her rest against him for a moment longer, Leon took that time to collect himself and take inventory. For the exit gates to open they needed two more generators. There was one gen in the killer shack; protected by windows and a pallet. Then the next best one would be the generator near the east gate.

Leon’s eyes landed on Bill’s lifeless body on the ground and then the toolbox next to him. If he could get that, they would have a head start on the next generator. But he had no idea where Danny had gone; he could be just out of sight hiding and waiting for them to make a move. But could they risk moving to generator without it?

In the next moment the faint aura of the totem got sniffed out, gone was their opportunity for a quick heal but it also gave away the killers position. The moment was now or never. Supporting most of Meg’s weight they started moving in the direction of the killer’s shag.

Once there Leon wasted no time pulling bandages out of one of his uniform pockets and wrapping them around Megs torso – to stop the bleeding completely she would need stiches, but at least this way they could slow it down.

Sitting down on the gen, Leon could hardly concentrate on repairing it. Eyes sweeping from one exit to the window to next exit. Ears straining to pick up any sound from beyond the shag, but the sound of the generator and the heavy rain made it impossible to distinguish between the normal woodland sounds and what could be footfalls on the muddy ground.

It was too late by the time Leon noticed the white mask between the trees. He could feel it, the sensation of being marked. The look Meg spared him over the generator let him now that she could feel it too.

The generator turned on and Danny moved. Meg and he both jumped up and to the opposite exit the killer would come through. Leon had barley any time to position himself behind her before he could feel the knife slice his back.

Everything happened in slow motion after; landing just outside of the shag in a muddy puddle, Danny stepping over him like he was nothing, Meg going down just meters away from him.

The anger that coursed through him wasn’t even meant for Danny. Not even when the man looked right back at him before holstering Meg over his shoulder, taunting him. Did you really think you could save her? The voice in his head was a mixture of his own and the killer carrying his last remaining teammate to her death.

Fists clenched Leon watched as Meg tried to struggle free, but the hook was so close and from experience Leon knew how strong Danny actually was. She wouldn’t make it out in time.

He did however feel his anger redirect when Danny didn’t come back for him once he had Meg on the hook. Instead, he stayed unmoving in front of her, watching as Meg tried to unhook herself in vain and he continued to watch as she had to struggle against the Entity.

Enough was enough, Leon wouldn’t wait for Meg to lose her fight against the claws. Crawling into the opposite direction of the hook, he hoped to find a place to hide away. Dragging himself through the mud and shrub till he found a good place between the ruins.

Leon was pissed enough that he would honestly rather bleed out than be giving an out by his boyfriend. He had failed to protect any of his teammates, Danny giving him hatch would be insult to injury. He didn’t deserve it. Didn’t deserve all the other times Danny let him go without struggle either, really.

All too soon that familiar rumble of the Entity claiming her victim echoed through the air, bouncing off the old ruins and taunting Leon with his failure to protect anyone. By now Danny must have come back to the shag to look for him. He only hoped that the rain was heavy enough to wash away his drag marks or at least make it harder to follow them.

There, not too far away from his little hiding spot, was the sound of rushed footsteps. Quickly placing a hand over his mouth to mute his heavy breathes and flattening his back against the structure he willed himself to disappear.

He didn’t even notice that he had stopped breathing, till he could no longer hear Danny and took in a greedy breath. Next, he noticed that the mudpuddle below him had turned an alarming red. Maybe the Entity would grand him his wish to bleed out. But luck hadn’t been on his side all trial.

A dong rang out and filled Leon with energy he didn’t now he still had. Enough to pick himself up and struggle to his feet. The blood loss made him woozy, dark spots dancing in his vision making it hard to concentrate on what was right in front of him. Taking his first step forward he almost crumbled to the ground again, catching himself on the structure behind him.

Just standing there and gathering his bearings, it took an embarrassing long moment for Leon to understand what had happened. Danny had closed the hatch. Which meant that he had either giving up looking for him or wanted to give Leon a chance to escape himself.

And Leon wasn’t sure what he preferred; a pissed of killer or getting an undeserved out. What he did know was that the endgame had started and that if he didn’t start moving into the direction of an exit soon, the Entity would take him herself.

Once he felt strong enough, he decided to move along the outskirts of the map instead of taking the quicker route through the middle, Leon hoped to evade Danny that way. There was no guaranty that the man wasn’t out for blood now.

Spotting a chest, Leon debated whether it be a smart to open it. There could be a medkit in there or maybe a flashlight. Both could be handy. But it would also cost him precious time.

Deciding to risk it, he crouched down and started fiddling with the lock. Seems like luck was on his side after all, Leon had never been so excited to see a flashlight in his life.

Just out of corner of his eye a dark figure flitted between the trees into the direction of the exit gate Leon had been moving to. Great. The other exit was on the opposite side of the map, till he made his way over there the time would have run out.

He would just have to try his luck with this one than. Moving along the wall that was barricading them in, Leon kept his eyes trained on his surroundings.

The ground was shaking by the time he made it to the exit, there was not much time left before the Entity would end this trial herself. Leon hadn’t seen Danny’s dark figure since that small glimpse of him earlier, he could still be around here somewhere. Leon had no other choice if he wanted to make it out, but to risk opening the gate anyways.

With one hand holding down the switch and the other grabbing the flashlight tight, he mentally counted down the seconds till the gate would open. The second red light blinked on when he felt the sensation of being watched. Eyes trailing the treeline till, they fell on a familiar white mask. Danny’s body briefly flickered silver with night shroud dropping now that he was detected.

“Are you mad at me, Bunny?” It was almost comically, the way Danny came out between the trees and stood there with his shoulders slumped. A picture of guilt. As if he felt any true remorse. He wouldn’t foul Leon in dropping his guard. “You know I’m only doing my job.”

“Do your job over there than.” Leon nearly growled, pointing his flashlight into the forest and away from him.

“Don’t be like tha-“Shining the flashlight right in Danny’s face to shut him up, Leon moved through the gate as the door finally opened. And he kept interrupting Danny’s every excuse with a new beam of light as soon as the guy set on to start again.

The air practically vibrated at this point; the time was up. Moving backwards into the fog Leon turned the flashlight off only to raise one final middle finger at his boyfriend as the fog thickened around him till he couldn’t see anything anymore.

Danny would have a hard time making it up to him later.

#ghostleon #dbd fanfic #dbd ghostface #dbd leon s kennedy #danny johnson #I wrote this instead of studying #kinda hate it not gonna lie #but I hate everything I write so have it anyways #my post