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partycatty · 20 days

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I don’t know if you’re open to requests but me and my friend have this hc and I would like to see your rendition of it. The reader is stressed about their Algebra test coming up and since Johnny has a PhD in quantum mechanics and deals with that stuff, he offers to help. And as the reader is thinking on the problem Johnny gives them, they put the pencil in their mouth seductively but are unaware of it and Johnny gets a little… riled up. And you can take it from there :)

Love ya !! 🥰💜

ough i love me a big smart man

johnny cage > teach you a lesson

notes: my last fic took all of my mental strength for smut for now so it's only gonna be implied

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• damn you and your stubbornness, you're here trying to get your engineering degree and the class you put off all these years finally creeps up on you... and you hate math. thankfully, your best friend has a phd (which still baffles you when you think about it too much; not that he's stupid, more that it's so out of left field for him that you thought he was joking when he first told you).

• knocking on his door, he answers so quickly you wonder if he tumbled down the stairs to answer you in record time. he was always ready to do anything you asked of him, so you knew he was the right person to go to

• you explain the situation, about how you're teetering on the edge of just tearing your textbooks apart with your teeth before he slows you down with his hands on your shoulders.

• johnny ushers you in, welcoming you to his dining room after sweeping the various accumulation of stuff littering every surface to a degree.

• johnny's smarter than you gave him credit for, focusing on his well-articulated lecture but you find yourself missing the middle portion of his lessons when his veiny arms are exposed as he rolls up his shirt. his hands were so defined, so strong...

• "are you even listening?" he groans dramatically, waving said head in front of your face. "you wanna pass this class or not?"

• you swallow thickly, though the subject is still shamefully fuzzy in your mind. nodding slowly, johnny pinches the bridge of his nose before resuming.

• "maybe this'll be easier if we..." he leans over your seated form, towering over you as he flips your notes to a blank page over your shoulder. "here." he writes an example equation, a relatively easy one so he could break it down for you.

• shaking the dirty thoughts, you try to pick the equation apart, separating what you know is in the correct order of operations, but you're stumped when the denominators don't add up like they should.

• the tip of your pencil brushes against your bottom lip as your brows knit in thought. it swiped across the width of your lip, pushing in ever so slightly against your teeth as you desperately try to find a way past the confusion.

• johnny falls eerily silent, fists clenching as he breathing feels hot and heavy down your neck. he rubs his face, circling the table with a long sigh. the noise draws your attention, completely oblivious to how tight his pants were from the display.

• "sorry," you sheepishly look down at the paper. "this is... a lot."

• "no... no! you're fine!" johnny snaps himself back to reality at your puppy eyed expression, like his desperation for you was somehow your fault when it was really his for not knowing how to keep things in control.

• you feel smaller as you sink into the chair, trying to retrace your steps through the numbers. instinctively, the pencil finds its way to your mouth again and you gently suck on the shortened eraser, your tongue pressing against the head of it as the multiplication takes its time in your mind.

• johnny chokes on air, punching his chest to hide his flustered face. he can't even look at you or you might notice the steam from his ears.... why were you here again?

• "you're not helping," you remind him teasingly, and he jogs to your side with a cool breath to regulate his temperature. "did i do this right?"

• johnny leans down, his chin almost on your shoulder as he inspects your work. the error stands out to him at lightning speed and he pulls at your wrist, abruptly tugging the pencil from your mouth and slamming it against the table.

• "there," he huffs out, circling the error with his finger. "five over nine. not nine over five." his eyes flick between the back of your head and the pencil, and the way the eraser shines. he might pass out if he thinks too hard about it.

• he should've picked an easier equation so you'd stop thinking so damn hard about this, he thinks. the pencil wanders back between your lips and it's when you bite down on the pink tip his flat palm slaps the table, making everything rattle. you jump and look up with a shocked expression.

• "can you... not." he breathes, cheeks red and brows furrowed.

• "not... what?" you look down, maybe you had a bad habit in the math process?

• "don't do that." he's being vague, it's getting on your nerves.

• "you're gonna have to be clearer."

• "keep that thing away from your mouth," johnny points at your fingers twirling the pencil, an accusatory finger firm like he caught it committing a crime.

• "the pencil?" you're caught off guard, wondering what his issue is.

• "yes, the damn pencil!" he groans, running a hand down his face. "can't think straight for a single second when you're... you know."

• it clicks in your head, what he's asking of you. it flusters you but also fills you with an egotistical desire. you always had a lingering crush on your best friend, but you never wanted to act on it out of fear of losing the best thing that ever happened to you. johnny's deep, dark voice makes your core stir as you think about the possibilities, how to test the waters from here.

• you slowly place it flat against your tongue, trying to ignore the taste as you relish in the way johnny twitches his eye at the sight. he wants to look away but you're forcing him to, that knowing glint fatal for his heart. the thought of your tongue holding the heavy weight of his thumb, or worse, his dick, is driving him up the wall.

• johnny stomps beside you, grabbing your wrist and pulling the pencil away, managing to throw it out of your grasp and capturing your lips with his own as the pencil rolls off on its own adventure.

• his kiss is consuming, far too much for your mind as you grow dizzy at the loss of breath. his hands pull at your face and neck, trying to squish your face against his as he swallows every whimper and gasp for breath you expel.

• just as he pulls away to get oxygen, his thumb slides between your lips and presses against your tongue, your hot and heavy breath driving him wild.

• "are you really trying to do this to me?" he asks as your lips wrap around his finger, sucking gently. his eyes flutter shut and he groans, nodding downward with his head.

• "maybe," you quietly reply through his finger, sinking to your knees in front of him, sliding your hands up his outer thighs. you're perfectly in line with his crotch, but your eyes are too busy admiring the flustered actor above you as he looks down his nose. he pulls his thumb away, groaning at the thin trail of saliva that falls down your lip from the loss.

• "i'll teach you a lesson," he reaches for his belt buckle, the clinking of metal dulling every sense but your hearing.

• you can study later... probably.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat smut #marley writes ☆

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kaiju-krew · 6 days

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Hey there! Firstly, big big fan of your art and headcanons, ty for your cool and awesome big brain ❤️ Now that you’ve seen the movie, I’m wondering what your thoughts are on Shimo??? I’ve just seen impressions of her so scattered. (I saw your post on how she will NOT be treated as a pet, and I so appreciate that.)

I will say, for me the ‘old gal’ vibes are so strong and I’m here for it. Like when Goji blasts his atomic breath into the sky at the end and she’s looking at it with such awe and her cute super gummy smile, it reminds me of when a grandma gets shown some common piece of technology that the rest of us are used to, but she just can’t heckin believe it because she lives in a damn cave??? I loved that.

hi hi! omg u think i have a big brain...... compliment of the century.... i must have ppl fooled bcuz i am viscerally dumb most of the time

anywAYS. gxk spoilers below (and a lot of ranting)

shimo my beloved💙 i appreciate most interpretations of her, besides people who are just straight up caling her a dog. and like, not in the way i’d compare goji to a cat? for me it's more mannerisms based, so for goji my main expression/mannerism inspirations are cats, wolves, and komodo dragons (obviously), and for mosu it's owls and cats, with a crumb of horses because of their 'ear' communication so i use that with her antennae.

sorry for tangent but anyways. i dont need someone barking at me that i call goji a cat/draw him acting like a cat so calling shimo ‘kong’s pet dog’ is fine. i think its the difference between goji having the personality i characterize him with + mannerisms inspired by other animals, vs. him having no personality besides Being A Cat. like, he’s a dumbfuck but he’s clearly an intelligent creature capable of communication and understanding. i make a lot of shitposts but truly in my personal hc i’d never reduce him to ‘pet level intelligence’

i think i’m extra touchy about people calling her ‘kong’s pet’ because like. dawg. did you watch the movie? she was JUST freed from being skar’s slave/beast of burden/abused pet whatever you wanna call it. why would you want her to become another creature’s pet again?(obviously minus the abuse) idk mannn it just feels…. reductive somehow. she clearly shows intelligence and understanding when she realizes what’s happening during the fight and helps to kill skar. i just refuse to reduce her entire character to kong’s pet status bcuz that makes me uncomfortable asf.

as a disclaimer, you’re welcome to have whatever hc you enjoy. me expressing my personal thoughts on the matter isn’t an attack on anyone who characterizes her that way, i’m just not interested in engaging with it in the slightest.

DOUBLE ANYWAYS i just needed to get that outta my system. TIME FOR CUTE FUN IDEAS YAHOOO

i’m seeing mixed info about her age so idk where she actually sits there?? i remember seeing something like she’s the First Titan but i also think the novelization of the movie said she’s only 3 million years old?? when im p sure they’ve said goji is 250+ million years old so…. i have no clue there lol. personally she feels less jaded and grumpy than goji does to me so my brain automatically sees her as similar or younger bcuz of my Grumpy Old Man bias.

i’m still workin out my ideas for her but based on how the movie ends i like to think she helps kong with relocating the apes to a better home, and they mostly live in HE. her n kong venture up for surface dates bcuz she gets what she fucking deserves 💙

goji nearly has an aneurysm the first time they come up, since mosu literally takes them for a lil tour of monster island. bro standing there clenching his fist like the arthur meme, he begrudgingly knows she’s right and eventually he gets used to it

i got more ideas cookin for her but this post is already too damn long cuz of my ranting time to stfu

SHIMO BEST GIRL 10/10

#gxk spoilers #kai talks #KAI FKIN YAPS SOMEONE SHUT ME UP #godzilla #mothra #shimo #kong #didnt have time to spellcheck dont @ me

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im-dehydrated05 · 2 months

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I need help from all the resident lover people because I usually love everyone else’s work, but I really harshly criticize mine, so can you guys tell me if this is good? Should I continue this? Idk man. The Oc takes MC place so yeah…

To Break Away From Fate

This is an OC x RL Story

Something's wrong...

Something's terribly wrong.

I keep remembering — I keep remembering.

My heart has no pity on me.

I hurt them.

I hurt them because I chose them.

What happened? How did this happen? I only thought it was a joke. I thought that Bella had finally gone mad from all the stress and work she did.

I just wanted to help.

I didn't believe in it. In the loops, the school being a cult, but then I started to remember the other time lines and all the outcomes. I felt sick; I didn't want this, but fate didn't give you a choice.

SHE didn't give you a choice.

Miranda: "We belong together, don't you understand? It doesn't matter how many times you resist me or how many times I have to restart. The loop will only stop when you are who you are meant to be. When you finally come back to me, that is what fate has planned for us."

I almost laughed at her words, "When you are who you are meant to be," after I chose her. She wants me to change completely to be like the ghost of her lover.

I finally chose her.

I chose her so many times, and yet...

YOU'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH...

And suddenly, all that sadness turned to ANGER.

"I don't give a fuck about your Fate."

I clenched my fists so tightly that I felt like I might draw blood from my palms with my nails.

I almost wish I did.

You deserved it.

"They didn't deserve that, and you know that. I'll never be that woman you fell in love with, and you know it."

And just like that, the facade Miranda had been putting up shattered in an instant. Once she discovered that it wasn't 'me', her face immediately turned cold. She made her way toward me.

Miranda: "I see... this loop seems to be another failure."

I backed away from her, a startled look on my face as I looked around her office. I knew what those words meant, and I knew exactly what came next, but where was she—

?: "That's too bad. I was finally starting to like this version of you."

A deep voice behind me said. There was an ease in her tone, like she was amused by the boldness of my words. As if she had been here the whole time.

My breath hissed as I turned slowly, thinking maybe I could talk my way out of this. If she kills me...

I don't want to forget everything.

You'll forget.

Rᴜɴ

Tᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ...

sᴀғᴇ

"What the hell?"

My vision became blurry as a strange voice called out to me. My mind dissociated, seeing a vision of a small lake surrounded by trees.

Tʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ

I groaned, my vision finally coming back. Mia's knife was the first thing I saw as she swung it at me. My body jerked back as my hand grabbed onto the blade, pulling Mia towards me before I delivered a kick to her stomach, knocking the air out of her. I didn't even feel the blood running down my palm as the adrenaline built up in my body.

Rᴜɴ

An exit I need to get out of here, but Miranda and Mia were blocking the only door, so I did what any person under the influence of adrenaline would do... I jumped out the window, but not before getting attacked by Cornelius, who scratched my face, leaving a nasty cut on my cheek. I smacked him away, finally jumping out of the office and sprinting towards the forest. My body moved on its own, taking several turns before it finally stopped. I hunched over, catching my breath, and looking around.

It was the lake—the lake I saw before.

A feeling of comfort and safety overwhelmed me as I walked closer to the lake. I tilted my head, looking at my reflection in the water. My tired self could only manage to lift my eyebrows in surprise, my expression shifting to a frown as I got on my knees to get a better look at my reflection.

It was me.

Yeah, no shit... but my clothes looked different—a 1960s type of style.

"What?"

I reached my hand toward my reflection. My hand touched the water, dyeing the water red. I hissed at the pain, finally feeling the wounds that were inflicted on me. My hand didn't pass the surface of the water, leaving me confused until my reflection smiled softly at me. My soul almost left my body as I jumped back.

"What the fuck!"

It was quiet for a second before I heard a merry laugh coming from the lake.

"Wᴇʟʟ, ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ."

I didn't dare to move at this point, questioning if I was going insane... already.

"Hᴇʟʟᴏ, ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ?"

Okey, so I have officially gone insane.

I let out a shaky sigh before standing up and wobbling back to the lake, feeling dizzy. My reflection tilted her head, a frown on her face.

"Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ."

I nodded very carelessly, the words not really processing in my head. I felt a cold sensation all over my body, my muscles aching as I lay down next to the lake, trying to listen to whatever my reflection was saying.

"Sᴏ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴇʟʟ, I'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ, ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ. I'ᴍ ᴀ ᴘᴀsᴛ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ—"

I steadied my breath, feeling like I was having difficulty breathing, and closed my eyes when my vision was going black on the edges.

"Sᴏ I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs Bᴜᴅʀɪᴏʟɪ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴᴄᴇsᴛᴏʀs ᴡᴇʀᴇ—"

The sound of pounding blocked the voice speaking to me, and I could hear my heart slowly stopping before everything was quiet.

It was quite, still, so peaceful...

Until a voice broke the peaceful silence and another and another. They're here again. Too many voices. Too many memories. They all overlapped over one another, and then... they started to make sense.

"...Eva!!"

"We'll bring her back..."

"—choose you every time-"

"Romeo-"

"—star.."

"...worried about you-"

"—wait in the car for me—"

"...no matter where we go-"

"—roses look good on you..."

"you were going to leave-"

"...Italian will do won't it?"

"—I won't let you go..."

"...believe me..."

"—love and be loved."

"—doesn't matter how many times I have to do this, who you go to, what you do, I will reset this as many times as I fucking HAVE TO!

*beep*

Drenched in sweat and with a racing heart, Aurora jolted up, finally waking up. She looked around the room, a sigh leaving her lips as she noticed she was in her dorm room.

Wait a minute. Shouldn't she be back with her friends in the apartment? She shouldn't be at the university yet.

"What the hell is going on?"

#resident lover #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #fanfic #donna beneviento #constructive critism welcome #angie beneviento #mia winters #mother miranda

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vhagarlovebot · 1 year

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NOW OR NEVER.

♡. ── gif credit. ; ( aemond targaryen masterlist. )

pairing: modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

summary: aemond sees you flirting with the bartender and realizes he’s not ready to lose you.

content warnings: +18, jealous aemond, thigh riding.

note: this is based on this request. also if there are any grammar errors i apologize, english is not my first language! i suck at writing smut but i tried :( hope you enjoy.

AEMONE CLENCHES HIS FISTS as he sees you, for the second time in the night, talking with the bartender, who is clearly flirting with you. he’s sure you’re doing it all on purpose, dancing with some random guy first and then this? you are going to drive him insane.

“that’s it.” aemond hits the table with his fist, drawing the attention of a couple of his friends who are very aware of what’s currently going on between you two, and stands up, his gaze fixed on you and the stupid, stupid bartender.

as he’s getting closer he can hear how you tell him that you are totally available on friday, which makes him walk faster, the mere thought of you with another man makes him want to throw up.

aemond knows it’s now or never.

“sorry, mate,” aemond rests his hand on your lower back, startling you. “she has a date on friday. with me.” aemond does not say anything else, he simply drags you with him.

you don’t apologize to the bartender, whose name you can’t remember, as you let aemond guide you through sweating and drunken bodies. you are not surprise at his reaction, you are actually turned on.

you recognize the neon sign outside the bathroom before being pushed inside, aemond immediately locking the door.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” his voice comes out more soft than he intended. all he want is to be mad at you, but he just can’t.

“i’m single. i can do whatever the fuck i want.”

aemond expression darkens, immediately walking towards you and pinning you against the wall, one hand next to your head and the other one parting your legs to position himself between them.

“you made me remember that earlier today.” you say with pain in your voice.

you had a pretty ugly fight just hours before your night out because you couldn’t fight your feelings anymore.

it is true you were totally fine when you started this friends with benefit thing, you were just having fun. but then you fell in love with him and you really thought he felt the same. how wrong you were. aemond’s reaction was of shock but then he smiled and when you thought he was going to kiss you, he simply said that he didn’t see you that way, that you were being selfish. after that, it was ugly.

you’re not a thing anymore, not that you were before, so he doesn’t have any right to stop you from wanting to flirt and meet new people. he doesn’t want anything to do with you? there are plenty of people in the world and you have a lot of time to meet them.

“you are mine, is it not clear?” aemond pins your arms above your head, free hand lifting your skirt up, his knee brushing against your clothed cunt. “forget everything i said earlier.”

you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much his words affect you. however, his knee working you up makes it very hard.

“you hurt me.” you say, bottom lip between your teeth trying not to make any sound.

“and i’m ready to make it up to you.” he pouts and you can’t resist to him. you pull him by the shirt, lips colliding against his in a heated kiss.

aemond grabs your ass, slowly guiding your hips on his left thigh. “lift your shirt up, let me see those pretty tits.”

you obey, lifting your shirt. one of your hands immediately going to play with your hard nipples. and the music is loud enough so your moans can’t be heard for anyone but him.

aemond wraps his lips around one of your little buds as his other hand squeezes the flesh of your ass. your eyes close and you hold onto him tightly, you choke out a moan at the sensation of his mouth on your breasts and his knee making just enough pressure on your clit.

“rub that wet pussy on my thigh, make a mess.” his teeth nip your skin and your lips part, the most obscene sounds coming out of your mouth. aemond lips curve into a smile as he watches you closely.

aemond can feel your slick transferring to his jeans, his cock twitching in his boxer. you rub your pussy back and forth on his thigh, face hidden in his neck as his hands roam your body, losing yourself in how good it feels.

you let out a whimper, followed by soft please as you stop your movements, legs shaking so much that you can’t keep going. but aemond is quick to grab your hips, guiding you once again against his wet thigh.

aemond sucks and bites your neck, leaving evidence for everyone to see who do you belong to. him and only him. you can barely think straight because of how close you are, and aemond can see it in the way your face contorts in pleasure. his hand slides to your clit and you can’t help but scream his name, which makes him chuckle.

“pathetic slut.” he groans, circling his finger on your clit, your eyes rolling back. “does that feel good, baby?”

aemond grabs your hair with his free hand, pulling your head back. your eyes snap open and you are meet with a smirk on his face as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

you don’t hold back your moans as your orgasm washes over you, walls clenching around nothing, the wet patch on his thigh growing, soaking it.

he gives you time to recover, his hand brushing a strand of hair out of your face and wiping the sweat off your forehead. aemond has a soft expression, completely different from the one he had just minutes ago.

“so, what now?” you ask breathlessly, feeling scared of his answer. if he says that he doesn’t see you like that one more time you are definitely not going to handle it well.

“first, we are going to where that fucking bartender is. you’re going to tell him you have a boyfriend.” he states, helping you with your clothes. “then, we’re going home. i’m not finished with you.”

#📮 ⌇ my works ˖⋆࿐#aemond targaryen x reader #modern!aemond #aemond targaryen imagine #house of the dragon imagine #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen scenarios #aemond targaryen smut #aemond x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd x reader

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youwillfindilluminating · 5 months

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Roy x Jamie x Keeley & Roy x Jamie fic recs - Part 3

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

These recs cover the fics I’ve read from about 6/19/23 - 11/23/23, but some of them were written earlier. Sometimes there are spoilers for the fics themselves in the descriptions/quotes, but not too many. (They're all happily-ever-afters anyway. 🥰)

Roy x Jamie x Keeley:

Heart Trouble - MoreThanSlightly (cadignan) - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 7k. Set post-S3-fist-fight at Keeley’s. She asks them to reenact their fight and basically physically shoves them together in a NOW KISS situation. It’s fantastic! Roy working through his feelings, figuring his shit out in the moment - with lots of help from Keeley. Keeley directs R & J, and then she kicks them out to shower, and they still get kebabs and talk about their feelings.

family, right - jedusaur - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] @jedusaur 3k. Jamie and Keeley go to a Pride parade with Phoebe and the team. Roy stays home and bakes them a rainbow cake, because he wants to be private about that kind of thing. It’s all very sweet! (No pun intended.)

There are so many quiet people Roy could have fallen in love with.

Triple blend - Dancey96 - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 7k. Holy SHIT, this is fantastic. An OT3 fic set right after Keeley kicks them out in S3. Roy and Jamie go to the kebab shop and talk about what she meant by “mixing their coffees.” The feelings and the way they take care of Jamie and just everything about it is so perfect. This could be canon.

Jamie licks the corner of his mouth, tongue poking out as he smirks at Roy. “You’d have sex with me, then?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Roy groans.

“That I was queer?”

Roy snaps his head up to look at Jamie. “You can’t say that.”

“Yes, I can,” Jamie says. “We’ve reclaimed it or whatever. That’s the word I use.”

“What are we gonna do with this one?” she asks.

“You tell me,” Roy offers, fingers scratching at Jamie’s scalp absently.

“You’re gonna make me come too soon, is what your gonna do,” Jamie manages to get out, teeth clenched under the strain of staying still.

we start and end as one - Chapter 1 - FlYiNgPiGlEtS - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 8k. An OT3 established relationship fic where Roy and Jamie get in a fight after Jamie is asked to come back on Love Conquers All (he says no, obviously). I love a good fight and make up fic! The last chapter with the convo between Roy and Jamie is so great.

the body of someone you love - goodmorninglovelies - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] @goodmorninglovelies42 2k. OT3 h/c where Jamie gets rear-ended by Colin when leaving practice. He gets stitches and Roy is all pissy because he only knows how to express his worry as anger. Then he and Jamie fight a bit. Keeley draws Jamie a bath at home and Roy apologizes. It’s lovely!

Roy x Jamie:

so afraid that time will take it all from me - LikeAMovieIOnceSaw - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 10k. A really good fic about Roy being gay. Starts from when he was little through all the Ted Lasso seasons, basically. Kind of an AU/rewrite. The scene where he and Jamie finally kiss at his house is really, really sweet. Roy starts crying because he’s so overwhelmed and didn’t think he could allow himself to have this. Also some cute stuff with Phoebe like Uncle’s Day and Roy and her going to the England match. I’m always impressed by Roy fics because the man will forever remain a mystery to me.

let your hook be always cast - Literatus - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] @literatus-ao3 25k. The fic starts when Jamie joins the team. There is SO much good pining, from both of them, although Roy doesn’t get it yet. And there’s a good amount of angst because obviously Jamie’s loved him forever and Roy treats him like shit when he first gets to the team. Then Roy starts to have sex dreams about Jamie, and they’re hot. Jamie is also super cute with Phoebe. He’s her favorite player and there’s a cute scene where Roy introduces them, and Jamie suggests they play a little football.

“Her mum is bringing her around in thirty minutes, and you’re going to be nice and fucking charming and you’re not going to upset her. If you do, I’ll rearrange that pretty fucking face of yours.”

Jamie blinks at him slowly. “You think I’m pretty.”

absolutely definitely nota - Chapter 1 - talkfast - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 12k. Roy watches Lust Conquers All with the yoga mums. Sort of a speed run/AU of S2 and S3 where Roy hugs Jamie after his fight with his dad, and starts training him much sooner (I think). [Stefon voice] This fic has everything - Magic pancakes, tunnel hugs, Jamie finding out Roy watched Lust Conquers All and being self-conscious about his nails being painted on the show, Jamie painting Roy’s nails, the yoga mums meeting Jamie then making Roy a cake about it, and a tandem bike gag gift!

The moment feels too gentle. Like Roy should set the volume to maximum and startle Jamie awake.

He doesn’t do that.

Instead he just fucking sits there until Jamie shifts and stretches out his limbs with a hum. Jamie blinks blearily at the ceiling and turns towards Roy without lifting his head from the couch cushion. When he sees that Roy is still there, his mouth curves into a sweet smile.

Roy’s heart stops for a second.

I could be violet sky - liesmyth - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] @liesmyth 9k. Sadist Roy and accommodating Jamie written by one of the best authors out there! Jamie finds out Roy gets off on hurting him. Everything is consensual. In the end they talk more, and Roy admits he likes it even more because Jamie isn’t into pain. But Jamie likes it when he slaps him because it “means he’s his.” ROMANTIC BDSM MY BELOVED.

That’s kind of a trend—after Roy’s rough with him, he likes to hover, oddly solicitous, and Jamie’s not above taking shameless advantage. If Roy really wants to attend to his every need, then good for him—Jamie’s got plenty of those. He sends Roy running round the house to get him freshly squeezed orange juice or Jamie’s favorite pillow that he left in the bedroom, and Roy tells him to fuck off but he still does it, and always tilts down his chin to accept a kiss.

“I can be great all the time. Watch me.”

“I’m always watching you.” Roy’s voice is raw, frightfully open. “Leave me no other choice, do you?”

Roy Kent's Dramatic but Inevitable Jamie Tartt Induced Bisexual Awakening - chelicerata - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 8k. This is part 1 of a lovely set of fics. Roy kisses Jamie when they’re on the couch after he makes dinner for them, they fool around, and then Roy freaks out a bit and Jamie leaves. There is a little bit of angst here! Eventually Roy apologizes (after talking with Keeley about bi stuff), and then R & J have dinner and fool around but this time with feelings! Poster talk. Light D/s. All things that are good.

The thing about him and Jamie - the worst part, the absolute worst part, the part he thinks about when staring up at his ceiling at four in the fucking morning is that Roy doesn’t just want to fuck Jamie, and doesn’t just want to be his friend again. He wants to kiss his stupid pouting face and tell him what a good job he’s doing and fucking cuddle with him at night and sink his teeth in and never, ever, ever let him go.

“I’m not doing anything to fuck up my star player,” Roy says, aware that he’s being completely fucking mental about it.

“Your star player, am I?” Jamie looks immensely pleased and at least a little turned on.

Roy Kent's Long and Incredibly Fucking Irritating Coming Out Saga - chelicerata - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] Part 2 of the above fic. 10k. Established relationship from Roy’s perspective. The process of coming out to various people – Phoebe, Georgie and Simon, etc. This fic is so gorgeous, and you already know I’m impressed by Roy meta!

“You’re… out?” The words feel awkwardly shaped in Roy’s mouth, like he’s mimicking lines that he’s only seen in films, lines that shouldn’t belong to him.

better than dreaming - Literatus - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 16k. Get-together fic. Jamie buys Roy a Garmin watch and it tells him every time Jamie jerks off (via his wrist). Lots of talk about how Jamie used to be obsessed with him (which I love!). And Roy telling Jamie he can keep a house key. And Roy wanting more than sex. And just!!! So many lines in this made me want to scream with happiness.

“Easy,” Jamie soothes, like he’s coaxing a skittish animal. “Bet you’ve not been wanking. Probably afraid you were going to think about me, right?”

Roy’s skin heats. “Shut up.”

“I think about you,” Jamie says, conversationally. “Have done for fucking years. That poster on my wall I told you about—we had a beautiful relationship.” His eyes are dark and lovely. “I had this fantasy ‘bout you.”

Roy could fall asleep like this, standing up and with Jamie in his arms. “I don’t yell at you.”

“Yeah, you do.” Jamie presses in closer, dipping his head so that his entire face is pressed into the curve of Roy’s neck. “Like it though. Makes me better. Feels like you care.”

There’s so much to unpack in that, too much for when there’s Phoebe in the other room. So he spreads his palm across Jamie’s back instead, letting it settle right between his shoulder blades while fighting the urge to dip the other beneath his jacket to touch skin.

where it goes from here - Literatus - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] A 12k fic where Jamie gets hit in the butt with a ball, and that leads to them getting together. FULL of fanboy Jamie (he gets fucked in the trophy room). The dialog is really good, and the ending is so sweet. Roy tells Jamie he wants a proper relationship. This particular bit has been stuck in my head ever since:

“I’m…a lot. I don’t mean to be, but I’m…Keeley said I’m suffocating.”

“I’m not Keeley,” he says, relaxing, happiness spreading through him and making his toes tingle. “Fucking suffocate me, coach. More suffocation.”

run it up - immordelle - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 16k. Roy accidentally becomes Jamie’s sugar daddy. Or rather, he shows his love through gifts. This is one of those fics that I read basically having to stop and whisper-scream into my hands, it’s so good.

The cologne, the necklace, the way everyone at Richmond and every journalist at their press conferences know, without needing it to be said aloud, that Jamie is Roy’s pet project. He’s been Roy’s this whole time.

“Are we going shopping?” he asks. […]

“I’m taking you shopping,” he corrects, and Jamie’s eyes widen.

7 for Roy x Jamie. Also, I adore your writing! ❤ - do i dare disturb the universe (tumblr.com) A tumblr ficlet by @reinvent-and-believe where Georgie teases Roy for being like two years younger than her and she also teases Jamie about his crush on Roy when he was younger. Love at first sight! Pure fluff. <3

A Sure Thing - smashthatlikebutton - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 14k. Jamie meets the yoga mums. Fake dating, kind of. I usually don’t like fake dating that much, but I read this and OH BOY I’m so glad I did! Roy brings Jamie to yoga night, and when the ladies assume they’re together, neither Roy nor Jamie corrects them. When Roy calls Jamie “love,” … I will NEVER RECOVER. This has the feel of a romance novel in the best way, I don’t know how else to describe it.

“Uh, no thanks,” Jamie says, looking at Roy for permission first. As though Roy would let him drink on this diet, let alone in the run-up to the Everton match. Christine raises her eyebrows at the two of them, like ”I didn’t know the two of you were like that.” Roy is incredibly surprised when Jamie flushes all over, “It’s not— he’s my— it’s part of my training.”

Jamie stares at him. “You’re nothing like him, you know that, right? You’re not an arsehole. Well, you are, but not in that way. You’re nice, even. In your own way.”

Roy isn’t choked up. He is not going to cry. He stares straight ahead of him and blinks rapidly.

a little of what's going on - Literatus - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] A 10k fic where Roy convinces Jamie to do coke at Ted’s going away party. The hotness and the sweetness are truly cranked up to 11 here.

“Oi,” Jamie laughs. “How d’you flirt then? Is it all—I’m Roy Kent, fuck me?” “Let’s find out,” he says, lowering his voice and leaning closer. Jamie freezes, eyes wide as Roy’s voice turns into a velvet rumble. “I’m Roy Kent, fuck me.” Jamie whimpers. “You prick.”

“You’re fucking important to me. Muppet.”

Jamie huffs a laugh, hands fluttering light and hopeful against Roy’s side. “You love the Muppets.”

I love you, Roy thinks, but he’s not going to put that out there. Not now.

suffering, the optional pain - Literatus - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 10k. Fuuucking Christ, I loved this one. This one might not be for everyone because it isn’t that fluffy, but ohhh boy, if it’s your thing it’ll hit just right. I love a fight within an established relationship, and this one doesn’t shy away from Roy being a bastard and really snapping at everyone. Roy fucks up his knee when playing with Phoebe and gets real pissed about it. Treats everyone like shit for days. Yells at a player, snaps at Phoebe when she runs into him and it hurts his knee again. Jamie has to set him straight. Bottom!Roy, D/s, very mild dub-con.

“I deserve a fucking medal for putting up with you. Fucking hard work, you are. Making everyone walk on eggshells around you. It’s rude, is what it is. What the fuck am I going to do with you, huh?”

Gen:

Something to be said - macaronicism - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 6k. A really great fic from 2021 that deals with post-Man City stuff. Jamie’s nervous to go back to practice and face the guys, but he does and it’s all fine. He talks to Sam and Ted and finally Roy. It’s all very sweet and protective and really well done. This needed to happen in canon!

Lemons and Lavender - LivingProof - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 8k. A Jamie h/c fic from 2021. He ends up in the hospital and at first his dad shows up and is a piece of shit, then Roy and Ted show up and save the day. It’s SO precious. It’s technically gen, but it could be read as pre-slash. The writing is fantastic. Fuzzy Jamie written in a believable way.

Letting go, holding on - Chapter 1 - macaronicism - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 8k. Another amazing h/c story that is technically platonic. Set after the finale. Roy apologizes to Jamie about the beer date thing being about Keeley. Then finds out Jamie is planning on talking to his dad, and tells him he’s against it. Lots of emotional h/c! Jamie stays the night at Roy’s in the spare room and gets some good sleep, and Roy gets Ted to come over the next day and talk to Jamie more about his dad, etc. <3

#roy x jamie #roy x jamie x keeley #ted lasso ot3 #ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #keeley jones #fic rec #fic recs #ted lasso fic recs #I tagged everyone whose tumblr username I know #I didn't used to tag folks in these posts but then I saw that poll where it seemed like most people wanted to be tagged so I'm trying it!#I love this fandom 💖🥰#royjamie #royjamiekeeley #royjamie fic recs #royjamie recs

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blackjackkent · 3 months

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So... I was already going to write something about Hector and Karlach, and Hector being forcibly reminded that Karlach would rather die free than go back to Avernus and live, and Karlach laughing it off in the dryad's vision, and Hector feeling like shit about it.

And then this happened when I went back to camp:

"Ngh. Soldier... my engine. It hurts... I think this might be it. Soon. Thing's burning hotter than I knew it could."

"But look - we've just about made it to the city. That'll do me. Let's go protect it. Whatever happens after that is between me and the so-called gods."

"You don't think we'll find you a cure?"

"With this heat going, I can't spare the energy to think. I just want to enjoy whatever's left of this life of mine. Anyway, it could be worse. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. With who I'm meant to be with. How many people can say that?"

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She laughs again, grins and shakes it off, and suddenly he can't take it anymore.

"Damn it, no!" he snaps. "Stop that! Stop laughing about it, as if it doesn't matter!"

She blinks, draws back a little, startled. Hector very rarely loses his temper; the last time she saw it was in the House of Healing against Malus's terrible cruelty. Not here, not in camp, where they're safe and they're together. "Soldier--"

"Don't 'Soldier' me." Hector's jaw works and then he looks away from her abruptly, staring down at the ground. "This isn't funny, Karlach. It isn't a joke. You heard what Dammon said. If we don't find a cure, you'll die."

Karlach's smile fades. "You think I don't know what death means, Hec?" she says more sharply. "I've seen way more of it than you have. I know what Dammon said, and I also know what I said. I'm not going back, not ever. Not even to save my life."

"I know. Believe me, I heard every word when you told me." Hector's lips draw into a tight line. "I'm not talking about that."

She hesitates, puzzled. "What are you talking about, then?"

"How am I supposed to feel, when you look at me, and say you're about to die, and laugh?" He looks up at her, his eyes burning with frustration and pain. "Do you expect me to laugh too? Do you expect me to pretend like it makes no difference?"

She frowns. "No, I--"

"Because I can't," he continues hoarsely. "I can't laugh. I can't shake it off the way you can. I..." He pauses, rubs a hand down his face, desperately trying to regain his habitual control, but it feels completely lost to him right now.

"I will never, not once, tell you what decision you need to make. This is your choice. Your life. I wouldn't take that away from you." He shakes his head. "I respect you too much for that. It's your body and your soul, your free will and your choice. But I need you to respect me too, enough to believe that what you choose affects me too."

He feels his voice crack, and dashes his hand in frustration and shame against his eyes, feeling dampness in them. "I love you," he whispers, clenching his fists at his side in the struggle for control. "I love you, Karlach... so much, so deeply... I didn't know feelings like this existed in the world until I met you. I was taught to be self-reliant, to need no one's reassurance, to keep my heart wrapped up in books and faith and dust, but then I found you, and there's no going back to that. I'm lost in you." He hesitates. "As... as I hope you're lost in me."

He can see her expression twisting with emotion but he doesn't give her time to speak. It's all coming out now, everything he usually doesn't have the words - or the bravery - to articulate. "I'm not trying to change your mind. I've learned so much from you, from everything we've experienced out here - and one of the things I've learned is that there are things more important than living or dying. That there are things worth dying for. If this is yours... I won't stand in the way."

He swallows. "But I need you to understand that... I don't know what I will do without you. And when you laugh, when you act as if it doesn't matter that you will be gone... it tears my heart out."

Silence. He's run out of words and stares at the ground in front of her feet, his shoulders tight with the effort of keeping his voice steady.

When she finally answers, her voice is softer. "Dammit, I'm... I'm sorry, Hec. I really am. This, how I am..." She gestures vaguely at her own chest. "In Avernus, it was the only way to stay sane. You had to laugh about it all, or you'd go mental." She snorts bitterly. "I told you, that's the only reason I hung around with Flo. She was a bastard, just a complete motherfucker... but she made me laugh. And I couldn't make it otherwise. It would've crushed me."

She pauses for a moment and then goes on. "I don't want to die, Hec. I really don't. I never had the chance to live like this, loving someone, loving you, and doing good work, and feeling like I mean something. And I don't want to hurt you. Gods... that's the last thing I want."

She reaches out cautiously, takes his hand. He draws a sharp breath, although his shoulders instinctively relax, feeling the familiar pulse of her heat against his skin.

"I love you too, Hec," she says quietly. "You're not the only one who never thought life could feel like this."

He lets the held-in breath out shakily and grips her hand like a lifeline in a storm. "I'm scared, Karlach," he admits in a whisper. "I don't know if I can do this alone."

"You won't be alone." She smiles slightly. "We've got a pretty good group going here, now. And you're way stronger than you think. I've seen it." She hesitates. "Proud of you, y'know."

He closes his eyes and swallows desperately against the lump in his throat. "Thank you," he says softly. A pause. "I'm proud of you too, you know," he adds after a little while. "For standing by what's important to you. I want you to know that, no matter what else happens."

Her fingers tighten around his fiercely. "And I won't laugh about it, not anymore," she adds with a slight nod. "Didn't think about how it sounded to you. I won't make that mistake again."

He nods, musters a slight smile as he looks up at her. "Thank you. That's all I ask."

She steps forward, wraps her arms around him tightly, and he sags forward into her, burying his face into her neck. It's a great irony, he reflects, that the same heat which is going to kill her makes him feel so warm and comfortable in her arms.

His eyes squeeze shut against her and he lets out a single gasped breath, almost a sob. But only the one. Then he has control again, and all he does is lean into her and hold on as if his grip might somehow prevent her from ever slipping away from him.

And though he will not say it aloud, inwardly he prays for some miracle, some way out of the darkness that sits in his future when she is gone. Because he truly does not know how he will bear it.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #drabble #long post #bg3 drabble #karlach x tav #karlach/tav #karlach bg3 #karlach cliffgate #karlach #oops i made myself sad :(#i am trying really hard not to spoil myself on her act 3 questline #but the temptation to look it up and see if there's any chance for a happy ending here is very strong #:( poor hec is trying so hard to do the right thing #and it hurts so bad

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just red your Aki fics with the family and omg.

but then my head goes to thinking about Y/n finding out about Aki’s death.

and it just breaks my heart as like an AU.

if possible can you write that but not cannon to what you’ve written just as an alternate thing

ONE MORE TIME

Aki Hayakawa

writing this kinda pinched my heart a little 🥲

cw: hyperventilation, angst

919 words

Y/n paced around the office nervously. Biting down on her nails wouldn’t be enough to contain her anxiousness at the current moment.

This feeling was of course normal and natural. It was part of the system that evolved to keep people safe and well. It was an alarm system of sorts, one you should heed.

One you should always heed.

Unfortunately this time, she chose to ignore it because of her lover’s persistence and eagerness.

News was received that there was more information on the gun devil’s whereabouts and Aki was so quick to accept the mission.

Y/n knew the reasons as to why he wanted to pursue the Gun devil but she also worried for his safety.

She tried, she really did.

She tried to talk him out of it because of the feeling that was welling deep inside her chest, a feeling of uneasiness.

He managed to calm her down by promising to come back alive and well.

“I’ll never forgive him if he breaks his promise”, she said with bated breath.

“All that worrying won’t do you any good Y/n. Try to calm down”, Himeno tapped her shoulder with her cigarette, offering it to her but she shrugged her off.

She never smoked, she didn’t like when Aki did it either, but old habits die hard as they say.

These next few hours of her life would either pass as a blip or they would be the final trauma that breaks her. Soon enough, she would find it to be the latter.

The next sound that was heard was the hinges of the door squeaking open, alerting the two women that someone was stepping in.

It was a man Y/n remembered to have accompanied Aki on his mission.

She looked up to him with hopeful eyes, she figured no words had to be said from her. Her pupils and facial expressions clearly displayed what she wanted to know.

“The mission was a success..”, he started.

Y/n let out a sigh from deep down in her chest, a small smile making way to her lips. That meant Aki was alive and breathing, or so she concluded.

“I’m glad to hear that”, she gently clasped her hands together against her chest. “Where’s Aki right now?”, she asked happily.

When she saw the man’s features dulling, her smiled faded as fast as her hands unclasped. She frantically looked from the man to Himeno in disbelief.

“H-he’s fine, right?”.

No response.

But the silence spoke louder than any words could. In fact, the silence laughed at her. It mocked her as if to brag of its undeserving feat.

Terror overtook her face and sadness clouded her heart.

“Don’t tell me…”, her voice was barely audible. “I l-lost him?”.

She lost him.

“I’m sorry”, the man clenched his fists in a useless attempt to stop tears from threatening his eyes. He quickly exited the room so he wouldn’t have to hear her weeps. It was futile though.

Y/n found that she couldn't draw in her usual lung-full, as if concrete had been poured into her airways. She clutched her shirt tightly into her fist.

The panic drove her to start gasping, breathing as if the oxygen had been sucked from the air around her. Y/n doubled over and fell to her knees, one weak hand on the ground to support her weight.

Already her thoughts were becoming jumbled, like she was in a nightmare rather than the simplistic office.

Himeno quickly rushed to her side and embraced her tightly.

“Let it all out. You can cry, it’s okay”, Himeno rubbed her back and squeezed her eyes shut as to ensure no tears slip down her cheeks.

Y/n knew how things would go from here. They would all act as if it were a noble sacrifice for their sake, that by loving his memory, the mourning would become a wholesome and wonderful thing. But the truth was they were cowards, every last one of them in this dammed association.

“So…cruel”, she murmured through her tears. It was cruel that none of them were willing to see the difference between honourable self sacrifice and murder. She hoped guilt will one day destroy them from the inside out.

Y/n let out a scream as tears came out of her eyes in pools and her nails dug into Himeno’s arm.

Aki didn’t deserve an early death.

“Please Himeno..”, she wailed, almost like a child as she averted her half-lidded and heavily red eyes to the woman who was embracing her. “Bring him b-back, Aki”, she stuttered through her quick huffs, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Himeno pursed her lips. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t think there were any words to console her at this moment in time. She could only offer her presence.

All she ever prayed for was to be in his arms forever. His love was everything to her. He made her feel so good about herself, he was kind to her, so very kind.

She would do absolutely anything to just hold him one more time.

But that was a wish that could only be granted in her dreams,

For these hours were only the start of the longest and darkest night there ever was.

Masterlist :)

a/n: I love writing angst, also no manga spoilers please

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bennythespaceman1984 · 4 days

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[Rare happy fic! This one is coppernauts, as many of them are. Er.. I guess I should mention that Good Cop is kind of gone in this au. Unfortunately, you won't be seeing him in most of my writings (which is kind of why I don't draw him often either). Original writing date was June 14th, 2023.]

Benny hummed to himself as he worked on a little side project for work. It was supposed to be some kind of techy device for navigation purposes but it wasn't going so well. He was working with technology he wasn't familiar with and it was frustrating him. Pushing himself away from his desk, Benny grumbled angrily as he walked out of his office. Bad Cop looked up from the kitchen. He was doing the dishes, like he always did after dinner.

"Going great huh?" Bad Cop asked sarcastically, but Benny didn't pick it up. He practically threw himself over the counter and whined. "No, absolutely not! I can't figure this stuff out; my "old" technology is so much better than this.. stupid thing.." he mumbled, clenching his fist like he was crushing whatever he was working on. Bad Cop laughed to himself. "I mean the spaceships have their own.. Easy little navigation system! Why do we need a new one?! I can find things just fine with it! The technology is simple and..." Benny rambled on and on as Bad Cop finished up the dishes.

He placed a hand on Benny's shoulder once he finished. "Okay okay, I get it, come here," Bad Cop said softly, walking into the living room. Benny raised an eyebrow, confused. He followed him to the couch and floated down. "What's this about?" Benny asked, scrutinizing Bad Cop's expression. Bad Cop pulled out a little box from beside the couch and handed it to Benny, whose eyes immediately lit up as he analyzed the box. "An LL928 model??" he questioned, looking up at Bad Cop, who was smiling. Benny grinned wildly. "How did you know which model I wanted?!" He floated up off the couch as he stared at the ship in the packaging. Bad Cop shrugged. "I have ears," he said casually. "This thing is expensive!!! How did.. How did you get it?!" Benny asked, now upside down as he looked at the cop. "I also have my ways," he stated calmly. Bad Cop giggled to himself as Benny spun himself around the box excitedly.

Benny's face gave all the signs Bad Cop needed. He knew Benny had a hard time saying thank you and understanding what to do with gifts. All he wanted was to see Benny's big smile and excited gestures as he stared at his prize. Surprisingly, though, Bad Cop was startled with a hug.

"Thank you!" Benny exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Bad Cop as he effortlessly floated into his lap. Bad Cop grinned. "Ahah, you're welcome!" Benny giggled uncontrollably as he released the hug, his beaming face causing the cop to melt under his touch. "I love you, Ben," Bad Cop blurted out suddenly. Benny only managed to smile harder. "I love you too," he mumbled bashfully.

Bad Cop let out a breathy laugh as Benny pushed up off of his lap and floated along the ceiling, whispering 'spaceship' to himself absentmindedly.

#drabbles and fics #very late into the rewritten au #but nevertheless #rewritten au

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Tell Me Under the Table

Pairing: Marcus x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cockwarming, office sex, blowjob, praise, cum eating, fingering, pussywhipped Marcus, needy Marcus

Word count: 0.7k

Kinktober Day 29: Office Sex

A/N: Marcus is the worst but writing kinktober with him is surprisingly fun.

Marcus loved to talk a big game, to act tough, to be looked as authority among the Enforcers. It was a role he played well, at least as in public. In private though, in his office he was all yours to command.

As much as he tried to deny it he couldn't help but fall apart under your skilled hands and mouth.

He couldn't keep his eyes off you as you wrapped your lips around his leaking cockhead, your hand rubbing and twisting along the base, "We don't have much time." He groaned trying his best to keep still in his chair as you took him in deeper, licking along a vein running down the underside of his dick.

"You're the one who asked me to come here. Besides it's still early, there's no one here yet." You were very intent on drawing out more of his moans and whimpers as you shifted your hips, making sure he has a good view of your two fingers slipping inside your pussy.

"But you're the one who got under the desk at your own accord. I don't even have to ask for your mouth anymore, you just offer it freely." He reached one glowed hand to the back of your head and pushed you closer. His cock twitched as you took him deeper in your mouth, sucking hard and then deliberately stopping. You closed your eyes and hummed, your eyes searching for him.

You liked what you saw there. Desire. His eyes shining with want, his mouth parted just a little and his breathing ragged and labored. "Why did you stop?"

Your chuckle made him groan, his hips twitching upwards resulting in you pulling away, leaving just the tip in your mouth. You focused on the head, giving the little slit a tentative lick before pressing a kiss on it, then downward and then licking your tongue all the way around it. "I like that expressing Marcus. You should wear it more." You smile against the side of his cock as you drag your tongue painfully slowly back to the tip and taking his length back into your mouth.

"Good Gods. Your mouth is..." Marcus shut his eyes tight for a few moments, opening them as a whine escaped his lips, "Heaven. My love, you're heaven. Go faster. Show me how well you can suck my cock."

Deciding to show him mercy this once obliged with his request, taking his cock deep until it hit the back of your throat. One of your hands clenched his uniform tight while the other was still busy fingering your cunt. Getting Marcus to fall apart for you, because of you, in his office, where he should be the one holding all the power send such a surge of power through your body.

"Fuck, I'm gonna, oh fuck. Swallow it, don't let a drop go to waste, please love." Marcus surged forward, half folding over his desk as he flooded your mouth and throat with his cum. You kept swallowing, gulping it all down with gusto until he was done.

There were multiple white strings of cum connecting his cock and and your tongue when you pulled away. "Not let it go to waste you say? Well then don't mind me." He barely arched an eyebrow at you while you pushed yourself up, your sticky, wet fingers falling away and replaced by his softening cock. "Much better." You mumble against his jaw as you settle comfortably on top of him.

"I think so too." He wipes your mouth with the pad of his thumb while grasping your hand and bringing your fingers to his lips, licking them clean one by one. "We have to clean up soon." You wiggle your hips in response, "A-Alright. A few more minutes. Oh and expect to get called in here again sometime today, I'll have an oral report for you."

"Oh? A special one just for me? Aren't I a lucky girl." Marcus smirked back at you and grabbed both fistfuls of your ass, dragging you closer to him.

"Very lucky." He murmured against your cheek. Honestly at times like this it was hard to tell whose who's bitch.

#arcane #arcane x reader #marcus #marcus x reader #arcane imagines #arcane fanfic #arcane smut #league of legends #league of legends x reader #league of legends x female reader #league of legends fanfiction #league of legends smut #league of legends imagine #kinktober

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letstrywritingmaybe · 7 months

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It’s What You and I Do

Thanks to the lovely and amazingly talented @vordark for the inspiration and the motivation for this short fic. I am obsessed with the art, so everyone needs to go look at it here! Now onto the fic (under the cut and also on ao3) <3

"You told me you loved me."

“Yes.”

"While you thought I was dying in your arms."

“Yes.”

"Well, I'm still alive. Care to repeat that?"

She enjoys seeing the pink dust his cheeks, his flustered expression as he takes in her words. Her tone is teasing and light hearted, which is just like her after experiencing a life or death situation.

She watches as his reddening features creep to the tips of his ears, his nervous fidgets as he tries to stammer out a coherent response. She graciously decides to end his misery, taking a step back as is in her nature when it comes to him.

“I’m kidding, I know you didn’t mean it that way.”

She gives him an out as always, deflecting behind lies, taking back her advances. She’s a scientist at heart, testing her experiments then observing as they react. This is no different. At least, that’s what she keeps trying to remind herself.

She’s long gone by the time his brain catches up to him, the opportunity to double down on his confession slips out of his reach. He draws out a heavy sigh, his hand resting over his beating heart as he wills it to calm down.

He doesn't have the excuse of adrenaline pumping forcing him to acknowledge his feelings. The sheer panic rising within at the possibility of losing her. His shaking form as he holds her close in his arms, the words slipping out so organically as if he meant to say them all along.

But he didn’t. It wasn’t intentional. He wasn’t even sure she heard him. Evidently, she did.

He clenches his fist, looking towards the direction she disappeared to. He knows now, it wasn’t a fluke. An accidental slip of the tongue.

He was on the verge of spilling out those same three words again, when he saw her mischievous smile. The amusement behind her lively eyes, no doubt enjoying his struggles to appear unaffected by her taunts.

His breath leaves his body when he feels her draw near, backing him into a corner to face the consequences of his admission. One that will forever change their dynamic, all he needs to do is speak those damn words aloud.

He doesn’t get the chance, she backs out as she always does when they’re caught in the flames. Squashing away the barely lit fuse before they’re set ablaze, leading them back to safety.

It’s what she does best. One step forward, two steps back. It’s the only way to keep the peace, protecting them both from getting too close.

He’s tired of this routine, enough is enough. Next time, he’s determined to tell her next time.

She wants to wipe the smirk off his face, she has half a mind to punch his stupid face. If she could manage to hit him without damaging him more, she would absolutely send an uppercut his way.

“You told me you loved me.”

His grin grows wider, he knows he’s got her now. So much so, the only thing she can do is keep her mouth shut. Even though she was midway through reprimanding him, for his reckless behavior.

Maybe he’ll pass out from the pain of his injuries if she just ignores him. He presses forward, which only further irritates her.

“While you thought I was dying in your arms.”

She knows he’s enjoying the way the tables have turned. She needs to come up with a quick remark, lest he gets it into his head that she actually means it.

“Well, I’m still alive. Care to repeat that?”

“You must've hit your head too K-Kudo-kun... C-cause I would never said such thing... "

The way her words trail off does not help her case, especially when she cannot muster the courage to meet his eyes. Her heart is hammering in her chest, she feels her cheek getting hot.

She chances a glance in his direction, she expects to see his arrogant stare, instead she sees his softened expression. His tender gaze breaking down her walls.

Her breath catches when he dares to close their distance, his hand reaching up to hold her chin keeping her eyes locked on his.

“I know what I heard back then, Shiho. I just want you to say it again..."

Her head spins trying in vain to come up with a witty reply. Her arsenal of comebacks are empty, she can only try and convince him it was all but a prank.

“I don’t…”

“I love you too, Shiho.”

The weight of his words, spoken with such conviction, has her at a complete loss. She cannot believe her ears, did he really just? No, it can’t be.

“I love you. I’m alive and I’m repeating it. I love you, Miyano Shiho.”

Her body trembles as she struggles to keep herself together. She never thought she would ever hear those words directed at her, especially from Kudo Shinichi.

The first time he said them, she thought it was a figment of her imagination. Of course her dying wish would be hoping he reciprocates her feelings.

She was hopped up on too many painkillers, when she woke up in the hospital bed with him by her side. It wasn’t until she was discharged with a bill of health, that she’s able to reflect on what she thought were her final moments.

She was so embarrassed with herself over her silly hallucinations, she thought she made the whole interaction up. Until she starts to notice Kudo acting differently around her.

Piecing together her memories, she comes to the conclusion that maybe he did accidentally confess. The realization sends her heart soaring, but only for a second. She quickly reasons it as a blunder, he probably meant it in a platonic way. There’s no need to hold him to it.

Still, she can’t help blushing when she thinks back to that moment. This will only cause her trouble, if she keeps deluding herself into believing he could actually feel the same way.

In a bid to crush her hopes, she decides to casually bring it up in front of him and see how he reacts. He gets flustered as expected, all she needs now is for him to admit it was a mistake.

She takes the easy way out, stopping him from breaking her heart, running away before he gets the chance to clarify his intentions. She’s a coward, but at least now she knows he doesn’t feel the same.

Except he does, and he’s standing in front of her telling her as such. She knows he’s waiting for a response, looking at her expectedly.

“I…”

They’re interrupted by a swarm of reporters who appeared out of nowhere, hounding them for answers, effectively ruining the moment. He lets out a frustrated groan, making her laugh.

He shoots her a glare, letting her know that she’s not off the hook yet. He intends on finishing this conversation when they’re alone again.

She smiles, giving him a nod as she works to keep the flashing cameras at bay.

Next time. Enough is enough. No more running away.

#CoAi #shinshi #it’s what you and I do #vordark collab <3 #clearly I’ve still got everlark on the brain #prompt is from @creativepromptsforwriting which you can see from the link to the art!#again this would not have happened so quickly without @vordark thank you so much Love!#your art makes my day whenever I see it and I’m so so happy you sail the CoAi ship #we are so lucky to have you! I love you lots!

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etcrow · 2 years

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Congrats on 1k!! Def deserved and earned!! You and your writing is absolutely amazing!!

May I request Luke with the key word being Anger?? Maybe with Solomon on the side and if not then that's okay!!

1K followers alphabet event

A - Anger

I am not a chihuahua

Genre: fluff

Characters: GN!MC + Luke and Solomon

Universe: Obey me

Warnings: none

A/N: Keyword for this post is “Anger”. Thanks for requesting, and don't be scared to ask additions. The more, the merrier <3

Summary: Luke is mad at Mammon and you and Solomon try to cheer him up

"I'm not a Chihuahua" You hear Luke's shouts coming from the classroom, followed by the brothers' hubbub and some laughter. As soon as you enter the room you see the young angel's pained face, more serious and angry than usual, as he clenches his fists and looks at Mammon with a look full of anger.

You cast a glance toward the avatar of greed, who shrugs, raising his hands in midair. "Take it easy, Luke. I was only joking."

The young angel lets out a growl-like cry as the light in the room begins to flicker, leaving those present interjected for a few seconds as they exchange looks full of confusion. Luke clenches his fists even tighter as a hand rests on his shoulder. Solomon has arrived at his side.

The sorcerer draws his attention, causing him to turn toward him, and Luke is distracted, relaxing his hands as his face regains its natural complexion.

You cast a glance toward Solomon and he returns the glance, leading Luke out of the classroom. The sorcerer kneels in front of Luke and looks him in the eye. "Can you explain what happened just now?"

Luke brings his arms to his sides, huffing audibly. "Nothing, I was mad at Mammon for calling me Chihuahua."

Solomon raises an eyebrow, confused. "I mean the lights, Luke."

The young angel is silent for a second, not understanding what Solomon means, and looks at him with a bewildered expression. "The lights...?"

You join them, overhearing their conversation, and confirm that you, too, saw the lights in the room as they vibrated abnormally.

Luke watches you both, his gaze full of confusion. He doesn't seem to have noticed anything. You reach out a hand toward him, stroking his hair, and he blushes slightly, looking away. "Do you feel better now?"

He nods, his gaze still pointed in another direction. "I was just mad at Mammon for calling me Chihuahua again."

You sigh, casting a glance toward the classroom, shaking your head. "Let's take a walk, shall we?"

Luke nods his head, and Solomon joins you as you walk down the school corridors, side by side.

You are about to ask where Simeon is when Solomon beats you to the punch and asks the young angel the same question. "Simeon went to the Celestial Reallm to do some chores together with Michael.... I would have loved to go too, but my presence was not required so I had to come to class."

You notice that Luke's gaze is full of disappointment as he utters those words and he even seems a little annoyed by it. After all, he is still a child even though he has had a long life as an angel ahead of him. All three of you sit on a bench in the hallway, and Luke sighs audibly and begins to move his feet back and forth. In doing so he really shows that he is a child. "Sometimes I feel so small among the rest of you."

You look out the window and nod, bringing a hand to his shoulder. Solomon, on the other hand, smiles at him, fully understanding how he feels. Despite being very ancient you always manage to feel out of place.

"You don't have to feel bad if they call you Chihuahua. They call me grandpa most of the time and I take it as a laugh."

"Yeah but they called you an old man, not a dog...and then you're old"

"Wooooffff"

Luke sighs, raising his hands in midair "All right, all right. I'm sorry."

You laugh, taking him by the hand. "Mammon has known me for almost two years and he still calls me Human instead of by name. That's just the way he is."

"No, he's a fool."

Solomon mumbles a 'He has a point' under his breath and you look at him, pinching his arm. "Okay, okay. No one is going to insult anyone again for today."

You notice that Luke is thoughtful and you tap him on the shoulder, making him turn around. "What's on your mind?"

He sighs, scratching his head nervously. "Could you not tell Simeon what happened today? I don't feel like getting a lecture."

You both nod and the young angel lets out a reassured sigh of relief. "I was really mad at Mammon today, but I feel better now."

"Are you ready to go back to class?"

Luke nods and stands up, walking toward the classroom, but as you are about to get up, Solomon grabs you by the wrist, dark in the face, and whispers, "You saw it too, didn't you?"

You nod, concerned about the reaction Luke has had, and watch as he walks quietly back into the classroom, turning back to you as he reaches the doorway, smiling. "Shall we go?"

Both you and Solomon look at each other, walking toward Luke. One thing is certain: you better not upset that little angel.

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Don’t forget I love you kiss

Kiss on the chin

The air smelled of smoke and ash and darker things besides, all overlaid with the metallic scent of hot, fresh blood. What once had been a city of awesome beauty had become a ruin of fearsome horror. Around them they could hear the screams, the whimpers, the sobs; sounds that had never existed in this place now dominated it, until every other sound and sign of life was smothered beneath the fearful cacophony. Gazing into those lavender eyes, he wanted to cover his ears until the sounds faded, but he made himself listen - not only to the cries around them, but to the soft words spoken in a voice breaking with sorrow. “I suppose this is it.”

“I suppose it is,” he replied, clenching his fingers into fists to keep himself from reaching up to touch that so-familiar face before him.

Lips curved in a heartbreaking smile. “It’s okay,” they soothed. “I want to do this. It’s the best I can do to help your efforts to stop,” and they gestured around them, “this.”

He knew it was true, and yet, “That can’t be true. No one is as clever with concepts as you. Surely your insight would be invaluable once things are back to normal.”

They shook their head. “It will be a long time before things are normal again, my dear,” they said gently, and he clenched his teeth, turning his gaze away. “We agreed this was the best course.”

They had, but now that the time had come, he was faced with such doubts. “Would that there were anyone else…”

“The parameters of the concept are clear; in order to summon enough power to put right that which has gone awry, we must give up half of what we are.” They reached first, finding his fist and enclosing it in long, slim fingers. “Half of mankind to save the rest of mankind. Half of us,” they whispered.

His fingers spread, then clenched down, enfolding theirs. “Half of me,” he replied, his voice low and urgent, but they shook their head, their eyes sliding beyond him.

“Not half. A third.” Even as they spoke, their expression lifted, just slightly.

He knew who stood behind him without looking. “I thought you were gone.”

“Did you think I would let them go without a fight? I am not you, Emet-Selch.” Her voice was harsh, choked with smoke and tears, and he turned to meet her furious green eyes. She gazed at him a moment longer, then her gaze slid to them. “Hythlodaeus, don’t do this. Please.”

They reached out with the hand not still grasping Emet-Selch’s and she grabbed for it, making them wince at the strength of her grip. “My darling,” Hythlodaeus soothed. “This is my contribution to our efforts.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” she said urgently, drawing their hand up to her lips, tears making tracks through the dust and ash on her lovely face. “There must be a way that doesn’t feed this tragedy even more.”

Emet-Selch made a pained noise. “Do you think we did not look from every angle?” he demanded, and she rounded on him.

Reaching out, she gripped the front of his robes, dragging him down until their faces were only ilms apart. “I heard no debate once Lahabrea had his say,” she hissed at him. “He spoke, and you followed like good little puppies. You wouldn’t even hear another plan once he’d announced his.”

“There was no other plan!” Emet-Selch’s face grew red with rage as he faced her across the brief distance. “This was the only surety we had. He has dealt with these creatures, these beings, these… primals… before, in Pandaemonium. If anyone understands their power, it is Lahabrea.”

With a noise of disgust, she released him, shoving him back. He stumbled into Hythlodaeus, who steadied him. “If that man is even Lahabrea.”

Emet-Selch groaned. “Not this again.”

She finally released Hythlodaeus, throwing up her hands in disgust. “I don’t know why I bothered.” Ignoring him, she turned instead to them, reaching up to frame their cheeks with her fingers. “I will miss you,” she said gently.

They smiled and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “And I you, my love,” they said gently. She didn’t bother to choke back the sob that erupted at their endearment. “And you, my love” they added, gently pulling free of her hands to lean forward, kissing Emet-Selch’s cheek.

“Hythlodaeus,” Emet-Selch whispered, but they shook their head and smiled sadly before turning away, walking down the ruined road towards where the other sacrifices were gathering.

She came up beside him. “Stop them,” she said urgently.

He closed his eyes. “I tried.”

She hissed. “Not hard enough.” With a snarl, she turned to stalk off in the opposite direction.

He turned with her. “Where will you go?”

Stopping, she glanced back over her shoulder. “To do what I can to help the people out there,” and she flung her arm wide, gesturing towards the world beyond the city, where the same chaos reigned. “They deserve succor as well.”

He wanted to argue, but knew there was no point. “Still Azem, I see, even without the blessing of the Convocation.”

There was a sharp flare of pain in her eyes. “Just because you call me a traitor it doesn’t mean I am one,” she replied, her voice low and pained.

He waited until she turned away again. “I never agreed with the decision to strip you of your title.”

Again, she stopped, but this time she did not turn back. “Why not?”

He stepped up behind her. “Because I believe in you.”

This time her tears were for him. “It’s not enough.”

“No,” he agreed, placing his hands on her shoulders and turning her to face him. She tilted her head back to gaze into his beloved golden eyes. “No, it’s not enough, but it is all I have to give you.”

Reaching up, she covered his hands. “I’m sorry we couldn’t find a common ground this time, Hades,” she whispered.

Leaning down, he brushed his lips over hers, swallowing the flare of heat that always erupted when he touched her. “Just remember, Mnemosyne.” They gazed at each other. “Remember that I always love you.”

This time, she leaned up, and her kiss brushed over his chin before she covered his mouth briefly. “And I always love you, Hades,” she said gently against his lips.

Then she turned and walked away, to be swallowed in the smoke and ash that billowed through the ruined city of Amaurot. He watched her go until she was gone to his sight, then turned away, trudging painfully towards his damnable duty.

Original Ask Meme

Thank you for the ask! Sorry it took a while - I had another story planned, but this one demanded to be set free.

#asked and answered #azem x emet-selch x hythlodaeus #azem=mnemosyne #no wonder kali is absolutely obsessed with memory

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Anger flares from his core to the tips of his fingers that she’s pushed away not once, twice, but three times now. It’s like a wildfire in the way it burns through every part of him as it spreads uncontrollably. Even the edges of his vision are singed with it as his irises smolder her with the heat of ten thousand fires as he sets them on her. His voice is darker than the blackest of cinders when he growls. You little slut. I treat you so well, and this is the thanks I get? He sits back on his knees and then reaches behind him for something in the back pocket of his trousers. His expression doesn’t shift. It doesn’t even move a muscle. He doesn’t show how he’s feeling in his face, but she knows by the ashiness of his voice that he��s pissed. Somehow, that unsettles her more than any chagrin or chastisement could. He’d always been very expressive in everything he did. But this? This was new. He sighs in disappointment, and when he pulls his hand out from behind him, that’s when her eyes widen and her body tenses. I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no other choice, you disobedient fucking whore.

She wants to stop.. but she can't. Not when she's this fucking close. She pays almost no heed to his words, but her heart continues racing with every word he utters. What's he speaking about? She can't dwell on it much, though. He growls, his voice dark and heavy. She'd never heard anything like it before. It has her heart pacing against time, almost as if trying to run. Normally, she would have run for it. But, she's much too invested in the pleasure she's giving herself to care. How foolish. Her breaths grow fast and shallow. She can feel her walls pulsing around her own slick-coated fingers. Small whimpers leave her lips, and tears leave the corner of her eyes once more, except this time, it's not out of frustration, but pleasure. Just a little bit more.. just a little bit.. Her body goes slack as her orgasm washes over her, a loud moan leaving her. Relief floods her system, and it has her blood rushing to her face. She has to force a hand over her mouth in the process to muffle her sounds. Her heart drops the next minute though, and it's as if she can feel the impending doom looming over her. Her eyes shoot open, and almost simultaneously, she feels as if her breath is knocked out of her.

Dismay grips the ball of emotion that had been rolling itself up in his chest, and it squeezes hard enough that his own lungs push any and all air out his lips as he draws out the longest, heaviest sigh he’s ever made.

The wind, as if trying to console him, brushes his cheek as his hands clench into fists at his side. It’s not enough. The airy embrace of nature isn’t enough for him.

The evidence of what she’d done reaches his nose gently, as if the wind itself had wanted to coax him. It only makes his fingernails dig into his palms as pain slices through the meat of his flesh.

She’d fucked herself without him. She’d really finished herself while he’d been sitting only feet away.

The sound of his blood pumping drowns the sound of his mate’s sporadic, uneven breaths as his fury flames and smolders him.

Fucking whore, he thinks.

Such a fucking whore.

She’s never going to learn. He sees that now. He should’ve seen it earlier. Perhaps he always had, and he’d just refused to acknowledge the fact.

Years, months, weeks and days he had spent loving her, and this was the way she returned his affection?

His teeth come down on his tongue as he bears holes into the thick tree trunk in the distance wrapped in the familiar silvers he’d had to wrap himself in.

“You know, if you can come that easily without me, what is the need of me you have? Why keep me around if you’re going to treat me like some sort of fucking dog? What am I to you if you cannot ever respect me?”

#alpha jungkook asks

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indigowallbreaker · 2 years

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Hi! Rare-pair incoming but for the "100 to break a reader's heart" prompt list, will you do numbers 6 and 25 for Felix and Bernadetta? I love the idea of those two specific lines being said to each other and I really would love to see your take on it!!

(this is a request from WAY long ago when I took proper one-shot prompts. I still like the idea though, so I finished it and present it to you now. Hey, I don’t control the motivation any more than you do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

6. “Am I going to die?”

25. “If I leave now, I won’t come back.”

Gronder Field is littered with discarded weapons, blood stains the grass in most places, smoke still curls up from the main hill, and Bernadetta stands in the middle of it all with an empty quiver. The battle is over. The Alliance Army has won, her friends are safe. Most of her friends are safe. She’s hoping for one more.

She knows he’s around here somewhere. Her eyes have only grown sharper in this war-- trained to run towards danger now, instead of ducking into the nearest doorway. Bernadetta knows she shot him somewhere around here.

A grunt betrays his location. Swallowing her fear, Bernadetta races forward through the mist. There-- a blue cape splattered with red, an empty scabbard. Felix is struggling towards the treeline with two arrows through his right shoulder. Various other injuries-- how many are from the Empire, how many are from Bernadetta’s side?-- are scattered across his beaten form.

A dozen phrases run through Bernadetta’s head as she draws near. She settles on, “I-I’m sorry!”

Felix freezes, one elbow bent as if to push himself up. He aims a glare over his shoulder, teeth grit, left eye already darkening in a bruise. “You--” He doesn’t get any farther. Simply slumps into the grass, fists clenched.

“I’m sorry, we needed to stop-- Dimitri was--” Bernadetta shakes her head and kneels next to him. “Oh Bernie, what are you doing?”

An impossibly sound reaches Bernadetta’s ears. Felix is chuckling. He’s laughing at Bernadetta, his eyes shut, a few strands of hair sticking to his bloodied lips. “You always were an odd one.” His voice is muffled. Bernadetta cracks a smile.

She uncorks her last vulnerary. It’s not nearly enough, not with those arrows in him and who knows how many spells in his system. But it’s what she has left after this mess and she’ll give it to Felix gladly.

“Is the Boar dead?”

The question she’s been dreading. Bernadetta purses her lips. “Y-Yes. Hilda saw it happen.”

A pause. “Am I going to die?” Felix asks quietly.

“No. I’m going to make sure of it.”

All levity is gone from Felix’s expression, and his eyes close. Bernadetta feels like she just gave the wrong answer.

Thanks to Bernadetta’s efforts, Manuela’s healing, and Claude and Byleth’s words, Felix recovers and joins the Alliance Army. He seems miserable to Bernadetta. No one else sees it-- or no one cares to mention it. As long as Felix keeps helping them win, everyone is content to leave him be.

Bernadetta feels responsible. She didn’t kill Dimitri-- in fact she avoided him the entire fight-- but it’s her fault Felix is at Garreg Mach.

She tries to spend more time out of her room, tries to spend time with him instead, tries to hear that laughter again. They sit with cats. She recommends books. They go to the market together. She offers him candy.

But the smile is gone. Felix seems hardened now, like he’s put himself back in his shell and only comes out to fight. Bernadetta is an expert at hiding away, but hiding makes her happy. Felix isn’t happy.

When Claude and Byleth defeat Nemesis, Garreg Mach becomes a strange place. People are leaving, there’s talk of the future, couples tug each other to the Goddess Tower with rings and nervous faces.

For Bernadetta, there’s nowhere left to go but home. Every other place in Fodlan reminds her of death right now. It feels like there isn’t a spot on the map without some blood she spilt. After packing up, she makes the rounds to say goodbye-- leaving one, dreaded goodbye for last.

“I’m leaving,” she announces to Felix’s dorm room.

Felix is sitting on his bed, sharpening a sword, face blank. “Okay,” he says.

Bernadetta gulps. “I-I’m going home. And, if I leave now... I won’t come back.”

The whetstone stills. “Okay,” he says, quieter this time.

“I’m going to take over Varley territory. Home doesn’t have the best memories, but at least there won’t be any fighting. I’m so sick of fighting.”

“Okay.”

“So. I’m leaving.”

Felix resumes sharpening the sword. “Okay.”

Tears spring to Bernadetta’s eyes. She wants to yell at him, wants him to say anything else, do anything else besides scowl at ghosts. In the end, she only nods. “Okay,” she sniffs.

It’s not until Bernadetta reaches the front gates that hurried footsteps sound behind her. “You should have warned me!” Felix snaps as he draws level, pack thrown over his shoulder and swords strapped to his waist.

“W-W-Warned you?”

“You’ve been following me around for months but you couldn’t be bothered to tell me all that earlier?” Felix’s glare used to scare the socks of Bernadetta. Now she’s just puzzled. “I’m going with you,” Felix declares.

Bernadetta blinks. “You’re... coming home with me?”

Felix crosses his arms. “You said that home doesn’t have great memories for you. You really expect me to let you leave alone after that?”

Bernadetta fixes him with a glare of her own, confusion temporarily outweighed by pride. “I can take care of myself just fine!”

Felix huffs a laugh. A laugh. There’s a smirk across his face and he says, “Sure, but you’ll do better with me around,” but Bernadetta barely hears him. All these months trying to get him to smile, and all she had to do was yell at him after all?

Brushing past her, Felix calls out, “It’s south east, right? Let’s go before we lose more daylight.”

Fussing with her own bags, gigginess in her step, Bernadetta jogs to catch up with Felix. A happiness washes over her the likes of which she rarely feels outside the comfort of her room. Now that Bernadetta knows the secret to making Felix happy, she plans to exploit it as long as he is by her side.

#fire emblem three houses #felix hugo fraldarius #bernadetta von varley #bernilix #felidetta #WHY DON'T I KNOW????#idk if you're still out there anon but uh here?#writing is so hard these days y'all im just blowing where the wind tells me #breaking prompts #fe3h

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ryniadora · 11 months

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wip Wednesday things

Is v long despite being a wip so under a cut. Post Chantry-explosion drabble about my two Hawke/Amell cousins and their relationships with Anders and Fenris. Very unpolished and weirdly structured.

"I didn't ask for this".

“What, and I cannot stress this enough, the actual fuck.” Becca was shaking with rage as she approached the sullen mage, sitting on his little crate and staring at the floor. He didn’t even look at her, nor did he look at Felicity, who had fallen to her knees beside him and was staring up with wide eyes - the healer looked as stunned as Becca felt.

“Anders.”

His head lifted a fraction, his face hidden by a curtain of hair. “What do you want me to say, Becca? Just … just get it over with. I did what I had to do. If I need to die for it then so be it. I am sorry, if that means anything at this point.” “You're sorry? Is that all you have to say for yourself? You blew up the fucking Chantry, you tricked me into helping you do it and you had the absolute nerve to tell me it was to try and separate you from Justice?” Her rage was overwhelming, filling every part of her body with fire. Fenris hovered a few steps behind, hand on his sword hilt, eyes similarly burning with barely-contained fury. “It’s only me who is to blame here. You are blameless, as you always are.” a note of bitterness tinged Anders’ voice. “This had to be done, you know that.” “You didn’t have to hide it from me, Anders!” Becca snapped, reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder but pulling herself back. “We could have thought of a better way if you’d been honest with me, let me help!”

“But you wouldn’t, would you?” Anders snarled, leaping to his feet and finally looking Becca in the eye. His expression was harsh, fury and sadness mingled so tightly you couldn’t possibly separate them. Like him and Justice, came the unbidden thought. “If it came right down to it you would let him influence you, tell you all mages are just abominations waiting to happen. You’d have tried to stop me, I know you would, and I couldn’t risk it. You always choose him.” Becca recoiled from his venom, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion. Anders was shaking, his fists clenched at his sides, his breath ragged. Felicity scrambled to her feet and stood, hands trembling, slightly in front of the enraged man as if to try and shelter him from the angry faces ranged before them. Becca almost felt sorry for Felicity - everyone knew she was head over heels obsessed with Anders apart from Anders himself. She was the only person present who would defend him for what he had just done.

The agony in Felicity’s dark eyes echoed her own, like a ribbon of pain winding around the two women as they both stood in front of the man they loved, a twisted standoff. Becca felt Fenris take a step closer to her, and could hear him murmuring a mantra under his breath to keep calm. “That isn’t-” she began, but Anders cut her off. “It is. It’s all it’s ever been, Becca. I love you.” Felicity’s eyes screwed shut just as Becca’s did for a moment, the ribbon drawing taut around her heart. Those three simple words felt like heavy blows. “It’s been so hard to watch you, knowing that he has you and I never will. Knowing that you could never commit fully to helping the mages because of his poison in your ear. So long as he stands behind, you would never have agreed to help free us from Meredith's tyranny and you know it.”

“She wouldn’t, because blowing up a building to incite a war is literal insanity!” Fenris growled, putting a hand protectively on Becca’s shoulder. She felt frozen now, the fire in her veins replaced with ice as she stared wordlessly back into Anders’ eyes. It was all true. Everything Fenris had ever warned her about had come to pass and the pain of it stabbed into her as keenly as a blade. The hated tears welled to the surface as she searched the mage’s face for any hint that this was a lie, that in a moment she would wake up and be back in the manor, Chantry un-exploded. She found no consolation. “There it is. I told you I’d break your heart, Becca.” Anders said simply, his voice shaking. “I may host Justice, but I am just a man at the end of it all. A lonely, jealous man, in love with a beautiful woman he can never have. One he lost to a beast, one who could never understand why drastic action is needed."

It was Becca’s turn to stare at the floor. She heard Merrill’s shocked gasp behind her, and could imagine the looks on each of her companions’ faces as clear as day. Isabela, smugly knowing. Varric, concerned. Aveline, stern. Sebastian in a blinding fury. She could hear Felicity sobbing, a desperate wail made worse by the fact that she was clearly trying to hold it back. It was a bad day to be a member of their family. Becca wavered for a brief moment at the haunting sound, love for her one remaining family member threatening to overturn her resolve. But only for a second.

“So, Becca? What’s the verdict for the terrible mage rebel?” Anders spat. Fenris moved before Becca could stop him, and she let out a strangled denial that was echoed by Felicity’s shriek of “No!” as the elf easily swatted her aside and lifted Anders like he was a rag doll, a hand clasped firmly around his throat. The lyrium tattoos were glowing, visible even through the gloves he wore. “Fen, no!” Becca reached out a hand to the two men, fighting her way past the overwhelming swirl of emotions in her mind to reach that calm, cool exterior she was known for. The fury wouldn’t leave her, it was threatening to drown everything but she couldn’t bear to let Fenris do something drastic on her behalf. Her rage turned to shock as suddenly Felicity’s hand appeared beside Fenris’ face, burning with a flame that had to be hurting the woman.

“Put him down, Fenris.” Felicity growled, “I swear to the Maker, if you hurt him I’ll make you regret being gentle with me.” “You’re bluffing, Felix.” Fenris said simply, not moving. “And you were never any good at it. Stop grandstanding before you burn your own hand off.” “Fliss,” Anders gasped, clutching desperately at the hands around his throat. “Do you really want to bet I won’t? Last warning, Fenris. Put. Him. Down.” The elf slowly lowered Anders to the ground, holding him firmly by the neck as he turned to look at his beloved. Felicity did not move, tears streaming down her ravaged face as she bored holes in the back of Fenris’ head.

“You might want to put a better leash on your dog, Becca.” Anders was sarcastic even in defeat, even lost in vengeance. For some reason that made things worse - at the end of it all, he was still her best friend, the man who swapped jokes with her, who played all the same card games, who was always her partner for pub trivia night. That same man had betrayed her, betrayed them all for his twisted Justice. “One could say the same for you.” Fenris snapped, and he actually winced as the ball of fire next to his head flared in response to his words. "Is this what you choose, Felix?" Becca looked to her cousin, "You choose him?" "I don't have a choice, not after what I did." Felicity growled the words, but she was still openly weeping. "Not since you snatched away my one chance at happiness."

"This is your decision, Bex. You have but to say the word.” Fenris said simply, the glow subsiding but the furrow of his eyebrows betraying his real feelings at the pair of mages behind him. Becca heaved a sigh, and shook her head heavily. “Let them go, Fen. This won’t solve anything." Anders clutched at his throat as he staggered back into Felicity’s arms, watching with burning eyes as Fenris returned to Becca’s side. “See? You always choose him. You always will. It’s very sweet how loyal you are. But stupid, after everything he did to you.'' The words were like the needles Anders was intending them to be, sharp pin pricks on her mind.

"Mark my words, abomination. If you come near Becca again I will rip your heart out." Fenris snarled as Anders turned his back, Felicity’s hand on his arm as she whispered fervently in his ear. “Go.” Becca choked the word through a throat full of emotions. “Becca don’t, please, don’t send us away.” Felicity’s head shot up and she locked eyes with her cousin. Her words were desperate pleas. “Don’t. Please.” “Don’t try to change my mind, Felix. I cannot forgive this, and you know it.” The words were so heavy, so hard to say. But her mind was made up.

Felicity outstretched her hand, beseeching her cousin for mercy, and Becca could see the blisters from holding that fireball forming red and shiny on her delicate fingers. The pain on Felicity’s face made Becca’s heart ache, but the rage, the indignation would not allow her to give in. What had happened was wrong, beyond redemption or forgiveness, and that Felicity condoned it was proof that they had reached a point of no return. The ribbon connecting them was severed now, tattered ends billowing in the wind.

“Becca, I'm begging you. Please. You've already taken everything else from me, please. Let us stay. There will be so many people who need our help." “Don’t bother, you know how stubborn she is.” The words were quiet accusations. Anders was still turned away, but he had taken Felicity gently by the hand; she looked at him with an expression that defied simple definition. Shock, love, anger, sadness, guilt, all wrapped up together. “You should go with her, Fliss. Being on the run is no life for a talented woman like you.” “No, I decided to help you so if you're guilty then I am too. I won’t leave you to face this alone.”

“You can’t have it both ways, Felix.” Isabela piped up, the first interruption from the rest of the group since the explosion. “Then I won’t. Bex, if you send Anders away then you're beyond my help. I can’t watch you do this, not when you told me you cared about mages like me. You can’t claim to care and then stand by and watch as we are murdered!” The two women stared at each other for a few moments that stretched into eternity, two pillars of indignant rage, the proverbial rock and hard place.

“I won’t repeat myself. Get out, both of you, before I change my mind."

The betrayal was really sinking in now, festering inside Becca like an infected wound. She felt Fenris’ hand twine around hers, which helped a little bit as she watched Anders walk away without another word, almost dragging Felicity along with him as she wept like a child. Damn his eyes, he was right. Her heart was broken, split in half by the betrayal of someone she had trusted implicitly. She had denied his obsession with her for too long, and it was coming back to bite her just as Fenris had warned her.

He’d taken her last remaining family with him. She might not have seen eye to eye with Felicity most of the time, but they were still family and her choosing Anders over her own blood stung almost as keenly. “Come, vhenan, we must move. The fight will not wait for us. You can mourn later.” Fenris leant his forehead against hers briefly, a display of affection that normally they would not do in public but one that Becca sorely needed. She managed a tight smile, just for him, before her face returned to a mask of anger.

There was a city waiting for her to save it.

Again.

#wip wednesday #dragon age oc #dragon age 2 #Rebecca Hawke #Felicity Amell #it's not great tbh #but I want to post it somewhere #hawke x fenris #handers #would like to write this from Felicity's POV too #I really like their dynamic #Fliss is me tho #Becca has shitty opinions on mages #anders did nothing wrong

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