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edges-of-night · 9 months

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request something? Fellowship x reader where the reader gets injured in a battle or something and confessed their feelings before passing out… and when they wake up they find out their feelings r returned 🤭 I love ur requests they r so very cute! Thank u!

That was such a lovely request to write, nonnie! I’m really sorry you had to wait for it so long. Also, thank you for your kind words!

･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.

Initially, Aragorn would not treat you much differently after your recovery – so much so that you start wondering if you actually confessed your feelings to him or hallucinated that whole part. But all Aragorn wants to do is find the right moment to talk to you. Once he does, he’d gently take your hands in his and tell you how much you mean to him – and that your feelings are in fact reciprocated! Confessing your love first gave him the courage to do the same. “I am not well versed in these fields. But I hope I can show you my heart just as bluntly as you did yours.”

･ﾟ✧ Boromir.

Boromir would not be around when you wake up. The others tell you he was simply shocked by your passing out and that he needed time to adjust and would be overjoyed to hear you’re fine – but you suspect it would be something else that scared him away. You’d find him pondering in a lone corner, afraid of how he’ll react to seeing you again – only to see his hardened face light up when your eyes meet his – and then he’d rush to kiss you! “I’ve been a fool for not understanding it sooner. Forgive me…!” ♡

･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

I like to think that out of the Fellowship, Frodo would be the most mature to handle your love confession. After all, he knows your injuries aren’t lethal and worries not about what happens next, since he is very clear in his own feelings. After you wake up, he greets you with a smile, takes your hand to make sure you’re fine – and lowers his voice to say, “I’ll call the others right away. But before that, I need you to remember the last thing you said to me. I feel the same.” He’d give you the cutest smile, shining all the way up to his blue eyes.

･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.

Gandalf, being the one who tried to heal you in the moment you passed out, tries ignoring your dramatic love confession and silently urges the others to forget what they overheard. That said, he is very flattered – after all, he’s been enamoured with you for a while now. Still, his romance is quiet and subdued. He’d sit next to you with a smile when you wake up. At first, you thought his behaviour was unchanged – until he ends his sentences toward you with “darling” or “my dear”. There is a playful spark in his eyes that tells you everything you need to know. (Eventually, he would also spell out ‘I love you too’ in fireworks or butterflies!)

･ﾟ✧ Gimli.

Gimli stays with you during your recovery, guarding your bed day and night, so dutifully that the others need to remind him of eating. Once you wake up, you’d meet his soft eyes, only to watch them harden when you try to speak to him: “Don’t do that again! Ever!” – “What? Talk to you…?” – “Scare me like that!” he corrects, grumbling into his beard. “What’s a lad supposed to do when his sweetheart passes out in his arms?” You smile blissfully as you understand and offer him a hug that Gimli more than eagerly returns!

･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

Legolas is entirely stumped when you pass out after that dramatic “I love you”. There is a frown on his pretty face for the next few hours, waiting for you to wake up again. When you do, you’re terribly embarrassed by the way he’s staring at you through his Elven eyes. He’d fixate you and ask, “Did you mean it? What you said to me?” You’d blush and retort that yes, of course you meant it – and that is enough to make his bright smile and joy return. “What a relief! I feared that if it had been but a fever, my reciprocation would ring false, or sound like a mockery. Please know it’s nothing but the truth!” And he’d take your hands and lean in for a quick and happy kiss!

･ﾟ✧ Merry.

At first, Merry would not believe what he heard just before you passed out. During your recovery, he retreats into dark corners to think and rationalise – people say all kinds of stupid things when they thought they were about to die, right? You couldn’t possibly be in love with him – not when there are so many other people – taller people – all around you. So, imagine his surprise when you do ask him for a private conversation after waking up, to set everything straight. Only Merry doesn’t accept your apology. “What’s there to apologise for? You said what you felt in that moment. It’s not like I didn’t like what I heard, I feel the same, after all…” And then, you both share an ‘oh!’ moment before you laugh and fall into the other’s arms!

･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

Pippin would initially be overwhelmed by your confession and subsequent passing out. However, he’s positive you’ll be fine, firmly believing that no matter how important, these matters needn’t be so dramatic. He’d treat you as casually as always after your recovery, though you can’t deny there is a spring in his steps and a smile on his face whenever you’re talking. You now know that your feelings are returned, and yet you still blush when he tells you over a shared bowl of strawberries: “I don’t think I’ve told you yet, but I love you, too! Very much so! I’ve thought of a few different pet names to call you, but I wanted to clarify that first. So, just tell me which one you like best…”

･ﾟ✧ Sam.

Sam would not leave your side, no matter how long you were passed out. Whenever someone would try and tear him away, he’d explain that he has something very important to discuss with you when you wake up. He would practice romantic speeches and poems to recite for you, really thinking the whole thing through – only to remain absolutely speechless when your eyes do meet his. After your initial greeting – “Thank goodness you’re alive!” – he’d just hold your hand and ask you to stay with him ♡

#lotr imagine #lotr headcanons #lotr x reader #aragorn x reader #boromir x reader #frodo x reader #gandalf x reader #gimli x reader #legolas x reader #merry x reader #pippin x reader #samwise x reader #* ask #* request #* hurt/comfort #* fluffy #also sidenote: i love love love that giffed moment of sam rushing to frodo's side haha <3

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redr0sewrites · 3 months

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If it wouldn’t be too much to ask can we get an angst Adam x reader?

Where reader is a winner waiting in heaven for Adam to return from extermination only for him to never show and being told by Emily or lute directly he died.

Please and thank you!

NONNIE WHY WOULD U DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEE <\\3

🥀Pt 2 HERE

🥀Cw: major character death, angst

the soft tapping of your foot against the marble floors echoed rhythmically throughout your shared home. shared with your lover of course, who had just flown off to this year's extermination. pacing up and down the kitchen floor, worries were seeping into your mind. despite your lover's reassurance, you still had the nagging feeling that something was amiss. you knew that Adam would be up against some of hells greatest powers, and while he had confidently assured you that the battle would be easy, you were still uncertain.

"dont worry toots, i'll be fiiiiine. i always am, eh? i'm THE Adam, i fucking rock! trust me babe, this fight will be over in minutes~" your lover leaned in to kiss your cheek before donning his helmet and taking off into the sky. as you watched him fly away, you tried to calm the worries soaring in your chest. Adam was right, he would be fine. he always was... right?

you replayed the scene in your mind again and again, trying to force yourself to remain calm. everything would be fine, Adam would come home and tackle you in a hug, then demand that you listen to him rant for the next few hours about each of his kills. suddenly, the rustle of wings and a loud thump outside of your door caught your attention. you ran towards your front door, excitement filling your body as relief curled into your soul. he was fine, of course he was fine! you tore open the door, expecting your lover's bright eyes and boastful expression to greet you. but it wasn't Adam at the door. it was Lute, looking bedraggled and worse for wear.

"Lute? what the fuck happened to your arm?!" you exclaim, motioning for her to come inside. Lute just shakes her head, a miserable look on her usually stern face. "Lute... where is Adam?" you try to remain calm as she just stares at you, pain and pity in her gaze. "he... in the battle, there were some... complications. Adam didn't make it," she whispered, handing you a bloody halo. ice cold shock flooded through you, soon melting into a burning pain coiled in your chest. you felt as though your insides were trying to break free, and you took the halo from her with shaky hands.

"where... where is his body," you whisper, voice low and sharp. Lute turned, refusing to even look at you. "we lost it, we had to retreat quickly and didn't have time to retrieve it..." your heart broke at her remorseful tone, and tears began to stream down your face. "i'm sorry y/n. there was nothing i could do-" you raised a hand to shush her, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. your lovers cold halo was still heavy in your hand, just like the heavy ache in your heart.

"its not your fault, Lute. i just- i need some alone time to process- i don't know." you sigh, defeated and exhausted. "i think we all do," she whispered, looking at you again. then, Lute nodded understandingly, and flew off without another word. for a second you stood there, looking out at the beautiful skies of heaven. people always claimed that there were never bad days in heaven, but you felt as though your very soul was splitting in half. pain and remorse and anger seemed to be filling the empty pit in your heart, the fresh wound of Adam's loss already stung enough. you slam your door shut, throwing the halo across the ground and collapsing into your shared bed- now just yours. there was nothing you could do, and tears overcame you as the sound of sobbing echoed throughout your lonely home.

AUGHHHHHJH this hurts. i might make a pt2 where adam returns as a sinner and reunites with reader (only if yall want ofc) bc i HATe unhappy endings 😭

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mamayan · 4 months

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This is just some brain thought I had after reading your latest delicious creation of the baby trapping yan. But why aren’t there more stories or at least short hc lists of what life is like post preg with a yan? I wanna know what the child/s think of their family dynamic of yan and spouse. Does the child/s end up normal? Do they end up platonic yan for non yan parent? Is child/s relationship with yan good? Is it bad? I just feel like it’s such an untapped market for stories and ideas. Cause life still goes on even after the HEA…and having a child/s with yan changes so much of behavioral, situational, etc. of the story compared to pre prego that all the ifs ands buts put so much more on stake. Sorry for tangent. Just needed to get my thoughts out

You got a point Nonnie~

cw: Yandere Themes • Child Care

After Thoughts

“Mama!” Giggles and laughter always fill the space left behind.

Your cheeks hurt from laughter, the sun slowly setting as you curl up with a thin book, hugging the small soft toddler still trying to wiggle out of your arms for another round of chase.

“Papa! Chase! Chase!” Only relenting their struggle as your voice begins the slow fairy tale they know so well.

“Once upon a time there was a princess…” you chuckle at the inside joke, eyes twinkling at they catch his, the satisfaction and pride in his gaze addicting. “She was lonely and lost, until…” you drawl out, finally grasping the small child’s full attention.

“The Prince came! I know mama!” Their happy cheer only encouraging you as you continue the story.

“She was so lonely without the Prince, but she didn’t know her Prince was really her Prince, so she put him through a series of tests.” You turn the page, the warm room filling with the sound of paper moving. “The Prince had to know every detail of the Princess, if he didn’t, how could he be her Prince? So he learned everything. What her favorite food was, favorite color, and even the things she didn’t like.”

“Like brussel sprouts?” Their little nose bunches up, showing their clear dislike for the leafy green.

“Mhm, even that,” you nod, kissing their soft cheek as a weight draped over your shoulders, dragging you both into a solid embrace.

His eyes look cool and calculating at times, confusion occasionally catching you off guard as he directs that icy stare your way, freezing your blood in your veins.

“B-but that’s not all! The Prince loved the Princess so much, he built her a beautiful castle!” You feel the heavy pressure on your shoulders lessen, his arm wrapping more protectively than possessively around you.

Your heart is slow to settle even as you continue the story, until he interrupts.

“The Princess didn’t like the castle right away, even though it had everything she liked.” His deep timbre right next to your ear as you swallow thickly and hug the child tighter, their wide innocent stare clueless and naive.

“Why Papa?”

“Because she didn’t know any better. Sometimes when we don’t know any better, we get scared and make mistakes. That’s okay though, the Prince was very patient, and made sure the Princess understood how dangerous it was outside the castle.”

You stiffen minutely as he traces a small strand of hair off your ear, your eyes vacant as they stare at the corner of the book.

“And they lived happily ever after?” Your toddler asks in such a soft tone, it’s hardly audible.

“Yes” he breathes, teeth carefully pressing into your neck for a quick open mouthed kiss.

“They lived happily ever after in the beautiful castle, having an adorable little baby as proof of their love.” His grin is sharp, canines pronounced as your child chirps with joy and claps in excitement.

You smile, wobbly and weak, as a hand wraps around your neck and forces your head up and back.

His eyes just barely open, a dark amusement in their depths at the glittering tears hanging on your lash line.

Dividers by the lovely @benkeibear

#tw: yandere #Yan answers #tw: child care #yandere #yancore #after story for a yandere #male yandere #female darling

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matan4il · 11 months

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Would I have viewed the finale differently if I didn't know it could have been the last? It still would have sucked and I would have been bummed. Outside of the Buddie of it I don't know why they couldn't let one of them stay single. Especially the pandering way they did it.

As someone who chooses not to be in a relationship, I wish they would have normalized it. I was a bit of an oopsie to older parents and the very youngest to many siblings. As a result, I have taken care of them and a lot of nieces and nephews. But I love it!! It allowed me to go to school longer and get my dream job. I get to vacation when I want. Everyone knows I will be the one to take the kids on their first trip abroad. I love my life. It's a blend of selflessness and selfishness, and there have been people like me forever. I have always seen shades of that in Eddie and Buck. I don't see the need to force either to be in a relationship or even make them seem lonely. Either way, I still wouldn't have liked it because it was done poorly, I especially didn't understand the "why Marisol." It was lazy writing and unfulfilled at best.

Also, one other small thing. I do identify with them a bit also because it's like the butterfly effect. Maybe they would be completely different people if Eddie hadn't knocked up Shannon and Bucks' parents' cared. Maybe I would be different if I was first born instead of last? And that's OK to think, but also ok to still love the life you have now..

Hi Nonnie! Thank you for the ask and sorry it's taken me a bit to reply, I wish real life wasn't as intense... but I hope you're doing good! *hug*

I agree with you so much, not wanting to be in a r/s at any cost should be normalized. I'm SO happy for you, to hear that you have a good life and that you're enjoying it to the fullest!

I believe that having a family (a romantic partner, kids) has a different meaning to each person. I'm the granddaughter of Holocaust survivors, so what family is to me was very much shaped by what they taught me. To my grandparents, the family that they built was the ultimate victory over the hatred that tried to exterminate all of us Jews. Passing along their identity, their heritage, their values, as well as the memory of those relatives who had been murdered in the Holocaust, it was all a part of this triumph. That's on top of the significance of continuity through family in Judaism in general.

So I come from a very specific background, and even I recognize that what family means to me isn't a universal thing. Which is why it's very annoying to see that TV and movies often treat the subject as if there is only one way to be happy, and that is to find a romantic partner. Many times, it's tied to having kids as well, but almost always it's about settling with a life partner. And I think it's a harmful message, this idea of "one size fits all." More than that, I believe in certain cases it's so pervasive that some people try to stick it out in bad r/s, even abusive ones, due to the idea that it's better than to be alone. When it clearly is not!

That's why Eddie breaking up with Ana simply over the fact that he wasn't happy was so important, realizing that if his happiness was elsewhere, it's okay to walk away, that was so important. Like I said in this ask reply, they can still turn the storyline with Marisol (and for that matter, Natalia) into something poignant about Eddie (and Buck's) journey. What upsets me is the thought they might have actually wanted to leave it there, in that place where Buddie seem to be dating women just for the sake of dating once more.

Hope you have a great day! As always, my ask tag. xoxox

#ask #anti eddieana #anti eddiemarisol #anti bucknatalia #buddie #911meta #911 on abc #911 abc #buddie meta #911 meta #911abc #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911onabc #911 #edmundo diaz #evan buck buckley #anon ask

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pixelmensupremacy · 1 year

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HOLY SHIT.

I just read your writing about Platonic Chris Redfield with Childhood Friend F!Y/n and my heart fucking cried in happiness. I sincerely think that Chris and Leon need a good hug. Like a supportive and loving hug.

Then it hit me. What about...Platonic Chris AND Leon with a Childhood Friend F!Y/n ?

I just have so many brainrots for them in how would they spend time separately with Y/n.

Y/n is being the one that brings warm and well-made coffee to Chris when he is late working with paperwork then just entire time keeps him company so that he would be alone, then when he sometimes naps - Y/n would always leave a little note like "You are the best friend and leader in the world" .

Also Y/n being the one that helps Leon to feel less stressed by always listening to whatever he say and brings him hand-made gifts that always has note like "Thank you for being in this world" or "You worth much more than you think".

I just– I really think they need a friend that would just be there with them after all they went through.

I am really sorry if this is too specific.

Have a great day anyway!

A/N: Okay, but this request is so sweet. And yes I 100% agree with you Nonny! The boys deserve tons of love.

Chris Redfield

🔆 Chris' and (Y/N)'s energies balance out

🔆 (Y/N), being the more fun and easygoing, never failed to break through his hard exterior

🔆 Still, being in his nature and the aftermath of years of traumatic experiences, Chris isn't very vocal about his emotions

🔆 Though that's not a problem for (Y/N), for they know him better than he does himself

🔆 He feels rough after a mission gone wrong? (Y/N) will give him the space he needs and comfort him, when he feels ready to talk about it

🔆 He struggles with paperwork? (Y/N) is already on the way with two mugs of coffee and jokes to brighten up the mood

His eyelids got heavier with every passing second, getting him dangerously close to a state of somnolence, but much to Chris' dismay the paperwork wasn't getting itself done. A deep sigh escaped his lungs; just when he thought he was going to spend yet another lonely night at the desolate office a knock came from the door.

Opening the door was (Y/N), the familiar scent of coffee tingled his nose; a tired smile appeared on his face.

"Your clairvoyant powers are only getting stronger." He joked; giggling at his cheesy comment, (Y/N) almost missed the dim shimmer that appeared in hooded eyes.

"It's basic deduction. I heard snores coming from your office, so I guessed you could use a cup of coffee and some company too." They smiled at him as they handed him the warm mug.

"Of course." He took it, not able to refuse such an offer.

🔆 In instances when they would walk in on him snoring above his keyboard, (Y/N) would leave him a short note and place a blanket atop his shoulders that they bought specially for him

🔆 Claire and (Y/N) are Chris' number one caregivers and supporters even if he likes to believe it's the other way around

🔆 (Y/N) is the type of friend that would accept him in their home at ungodly hours of the night just so they would comfort him when he needs it most

🔆 Chris has a key to (Y/N)'s house and so do they

🔆 Chris is just as willing to accept his friend in his home at any time under all and any circumstances

🔆 Secretly, he is the best cuddler (Y/N) has met in their entire life

🔆 Unfortunately for them, cuddles occur rarely, but that made it so much more meaningful when it happened

"(Y/N)..." His deep voice anchored their attention away from the movie the two of them were watching.

"Yeah?" They urged him to go on, whilst their eyes were still glued to the screen, watching in anticipation for how the movie was going to end.

"I-" He began, but then paused as if he searched for the right words to say "I just want to thank you. For always being by my side."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened in surprise, a pleasant one nonetheless. They rose from the comfortable spot they had found on his side to look at him; a soft smile curled the corners of their lips.

"Who are you and where's my Chris?" They jokingly hit his arm, causing him to shy away from them.

"I'm just kidding." (Y/N) wrapped their hands around his upper arm, bringing them closer to him. "I am just as grateful to have you. I can't imagine life without you Chrissy bear." They playfully mocked, causing him to let out a chuckle.

"I thought we talked about this nickname." He shot them with a questioning gaze.

"You better get used to it because I'm not gonna get tired of it any time soon. But seriously, I'm glad to have a friend like you." They wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Chris reciprocated and hugged them back. The warmth and comfort of the hug was a sensation he didn't realize he was missing, but now that he had it, he wanted to cherish it for as long as it lasted.

Leon Kennedy

Alexa play best friend by Saweetie feat Doja Cat

🔆 (Y/N) and Leon have the chaotic duo energy that's unstoppable

🔆 (Y/N) is the friend that always hypes him up when he feels his lowest

🔆 (Y/N) is the sober friend that always makes sure to get him home safe and sound

🔆 They are patient with him and listens to all of his drunken rants and comfort him when he gets gushy

🔆 They always leave him a glass of water and aspirin

🔆 They are his unpaid motivational speaker

(Y/N) let out a sigh of disappointment, their hands rested on their waist- they didn't have the energy to have this conversation yet again.

"Dear, how many times do I need to tell you this? You. Deserve. Better!" They clapped their hands after every word, emphasizing each one of them. Leon stood silently on the table; his head hidden in his hands.

"I just thought maybe this time it would've been different." His voice was quiet akin to a child, trying to calm their parent after they messed up- big time.

"Leon, she's not going to change, you realize that? She just likes to toy with you, it's like you're her puppet. Look" They sat across him, their hand taking his "you are a good guy and you deserve to be happy. As much as I don't want to say it well, nothing's going to come out of this."

"You did want to say it." He gave them a puzzled look.

"Yeah, maybe I did, but that's not the point. What I'm saying is that she has no idea what she is missing out on."

🔆 More often than not, Leon experiences stress

🔆 Especially after he returns home from yet another life-threatening mission

🔆(Y/N) always tries their best to distract him from the burden of his line of work

🔆 Most of the times, they succeed

🔆 When awful jokes don't do the job, (Y/N) takes things more seriously

🔆 Spending time with him just bragging about life is enough to make Leon feel better

🔆 But (Y/N) likes to take things further, gifting him things they are sure he will like and can't refuse

Rubbing his eyes open, Leon realized he had fallen asleep on the couch. Looking around the living room, he noticed (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen. The coffee table next to him was clean of the boxes of Chinese takeaway, and instead there was an envelope, neatly tied with a ribbon.

Squinting his eyes in puzzlement, he opened it only to see a ticket. Along with it was a letter. His eyes widened.

'The world won't end if you take a break. You can't help anyone if you don't help yourself. You need to relax your mind for once and you need to get it in that pretty head of yours that you are worthy and loved. And I want to prove it you.

So, you better not be late for your flight. See you in Bali.'

Leon shook his head in disbelief; he knew there was no way of talking (Y/N) out of this. With a heavy sigh and a discreet smile, he got up- he had five hours until the flight.

#resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x reader #chris redfield x reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #request

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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Hey so I think I really needed Somewhere I Belong. Not to rant, but I feel like I'm losing people around me. Like I don't matter to my so called friends anymore. I am devastatingly lonely and I'm not getting any feedback from them on the things I do and create and it's hurts because, they're supposed to support me, the way I support them through everything. And I'm there. Always. But I've just started noticing that they're really not there for me, and that I actually don't have anyone. It's like I'm having to beg them to talk to me or see me.

I had the two of them over two months ago and they were making plans in my bedroom and shushed each other as I walked back in from the bathroom so I didn't hear what they were talking about. Then when I asked them, they said "You're not gonna have any money to go with us." And it broke my heart. I tried to keep up with our group chat (literally just us three in the group) and I stopped sending anything and I haven't heard from them in about a month.

So I guess I don't belong with them. But I do belong in this story.

Thank you for writing this.

💔

I wish I could give you a hug, nonnie! It's heartbreaking having to go through those things with friends. If you don't mind me asking, have you brought to their attention how you've been feeling?

The reason I ask that question is because everyone is different in what they can give and receive in relationships. Some may not have enough spoons to give or they may not realize they're leaving you out. Some people are okay with talking once in awhile and some need a bit more. I actually just asked a mutual the other day as we discussed how often we speak what they wanted in our friendship as far as communication. Both of us are very busy outside of social media with work and our families, so we can't talk daily. I know, however, that it's meaningful when we do.

The fact that they wrote off that you couldn't go because of money without asking you, I can see why that stings. If you HAVE had these discussions and you're still feeling in a place of being on the outside or feeling neglected, it's okay to reevaluate your needs. You deserve that much.

I'm glad you were able to find solace in my story and I want you to be seen. Your voice matters. Your feelings matter. YOU matter, nonnie.

Love and thanks. ❤️

#navybrat answers #anon ask #fic ask #somewhere i belong #personal ask #personal advice #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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havenoffandoms · 3 years

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72 for Geralt/Jaskier?

I meant to post this a lot earlier... sorry about the wait, nonnie. I hope you like it anyway. I'm not sure how it came out in the end after I agonised over this for the past couple of days, but it was fun going back to my Geraskier roots.

Masterlist

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier

Prompt 72: Character A has a secret. Character B does whatever they can to find out what it is. When they find out, they wish they hadn't.

Warnings: brief angsty episode, mention of Geralt's traumatic childhood

Also, I love that art! Holy Shit!? So of course this had to feature before the fic <3

Travelling with Jaskier had its downfalls.

For one, the bard talks a lot. He never stops, not even in his sleep, and that would drive any man insane if you ask Geralt. He listens to Jaskier waffling about poetry all day, every day, he doesn’t have to endure a lecture on the benefits of iambic pentameters when he’s trying to fall asleep, thank you very much. Jaskier also likes to complain about every little thing that causes him discomfort, which when they’re on the path, ranges from fly bites all the way to sore feet. Travelling with a human also means that they travel considerably slower, unless they’re both riding on top of Roach, but Geralt doesn’t like putting his best girl under that kind of strain very often.

For all of Jaskier’s flaws, Geralt would hate to have to separate from his bard. At least, when Jaskier is close by, Geralt can keep an eye on him and make sure Jaskier doesn’t get himself into any unnecessary trouble. Having Jaskier travel with him gives Geralt peace of mind. He appreciates the singing as well, even if he could stand to tell Jaskier this a bit more often. Geralt deems that his bard’s ego is plenty inflated without Geralt making it worse. Not to mention that life always seems a little bit brighter when Jaskier is around, and the nights are a little less lonely as Geralt gets to pull his bard close and fall asleep to the sound of his beating heart. Knowing that Jaskier is safe is the only thing that lets Geralt sleep peacefully at night.

You’d think that after nearly two decades of knowing his bard, Geralt would have figured out Jaskier’s secret by now. Geralt is, of course, referring to Jaskier’s near supernatural ability to always come up with coin when he and Geralt need it most urgently. Geralt has no idea how the bard does it - his songs are popular, granted, and on a good night Jaskier makes enough to buy a nice room for the night and the better pieces of meat from the kitchen. Still, being a bard doesn’t pay that well, not even if you were as famous as Jaskier. Just last week, Geralt’s horse and most of his belonging were stolen by bandits, leaving Geralt travelling on foot and too poor to afford to buy a new horse. Two days later, Jaskier came trotting up to their camp atop a gorgeous mare, looking mighty pleased with himself but refusing to tell Geralt how he managed to afford to pay for the horse.

“Would you believe me if I told you I stole her, Geralt, my dear?”

“Not in a million years,” Geralt admitted deadpan, pulling an offended squawk from his songbird.

“Just because I’m a bard you don’t think I can steal a horse?”

“I don’t think you could ever steal a horse because you’re as stealthy as the proverbial bull in the porcelain shop.”

It’s not just the horse, though. Geralt’s armour needed replacing and good armour doesn’’t come cheaply. Geralt doesn’t hire the services of just any blacksmith or armourer to craft his weapons and protective gear. He has his regular suppliers, the ones he always goes back to because he knows that their work is reliable and of the highest quality. And even though these people know Geralt by now, even offer him a friends and family discount on occasion, their wares still come at a hefty price. Geralt, as it turns out, didn’t have the coin to replace his armour for a few months. He desperately needed new boots, though. A new pair of breeches wouldn’t hurt either, and his silver sword broke in half whilst fighting a particularly vicious griffin a few weeks back.

Geralt didn’t even mention all of this to Jaskier. That didn’t stop the bard from going ahead and commissioning a brand new suit of armour, new silver and steel swords, as well as a few casual clothes for Geralt to wear on the warmer summer days. All of this must have cost an arm, a leg and a fucking lung, and yet Jaskier acted like he didn’t just break the bank all for Geralt’s benefit. He didn’t even get anything for himself and that realisation had Geralt feeling slightly embarrassed about the gesture.

“You don’t have to buy me all this stuff, Jask.”

“I know that, dearest,” Jaskier assured him, eyes soft and an easy smile playing on his lips, “but I wanted to. Only the best for you, my sweet witcher.”

The mystery of where Jaskier managed to find the coin to pay for all this remains unsolved, despite Geralt’s questioning. Well, if Jaskier won’t outright tell him, then Geralt will just have to investigate the matter by himself.

"Where the fuck did you get your hand on all the coin to pay for all this?" Geralt asks one evening, blunt and straight to the point. There was probably a kinder and gentler way to ask this, but after spending weeks mulling over Jaskier's sudden new-found fortune, Geralt has lost the little patience he possessed in the matter. Jaskier, on the other hand, looks perfectly unperturbed.

"From the bank," he offers simply as he sprinkles expensive herbs over the hare Geralt caught earlier that evening, "you know, where people deposit their valuables? I know you witchers don't believe in bank accounts, savings and interests, but-"

"Where does the coin come from?" Geralt interrupts, hissing those words through clenched teeth.

"Why, my inheritance."

Geralt stares for a long while. It takes his brain several seconds to catch up to what Jaskier is telling him, and another few seconds to make sense of the words. Inheritance?

"What inheritance?"

"Well, when my father passed away he left me and my siblings a share of his wealth. That's how inheritance works. Say, pass me my satchel my dear, I think I have some more spices in there."

Geralt wordlessly hands Jaskier his satchel, still trying to process this new discovery. Come to think of it, Geralt knows precious little about Jaskier's family. Sure, that's probably on him for never asking, but Geralt has grown so used to Jaskier oversharing every aspect of his life that he never needed to ask his bard anything. Jaskier just… never talked about his family. Or his childhood, or his upbringing. His life story seems to always begin when he was a student at Oxenfurt.

Geralt is growing curiouser by the minute.

"When did your father pass?"

"Oh? Uh… good question. Maybe a few years after I went to Oxenfurt? I'm not sure. I received a letter from the bank notifying me that a share of my father's wealth was deposited in my account."

Geralt frowns. "You never went back to find out what happened?"

"No."

Well, that's an oddly abrupt response, and Jaskier doesn't seem like he's got anything to say on the matter. Which only makes Geralt feel more curious about the whole thing.

"Why not?"

"Geralt…" Jaskier heaves a sigh before putting on a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, too tense to be genuine. "My father and I didn't get along. I felt no need to go mourn him with the rest of my noble family in Lettenhove when he passed. That's it. That's all there's to it. I was not a good enough man to refuse my share of the inheritance, either, despite my non-existent relationship with him."

That's a lot to unpack. Geralt always assumed that Jaskier had a good childhood. Then again, he would think that, wouldn't he, considering Geralt spent his own childhood being tortured by magnanimous and sadistic mages. Where most children got to spend time outside helping out in the fields or playing with their friends, Geralt was put through drill after drill, after drill… until he was physically unable to walk so much his muscles hurt.

"Wait… did you say your noble family?"

"Hm?"

"In Lettenhove… there's nothing in Lettenhove. Only the Viscount and his family live there on a large esta-" Geralt's mouth clicks shut as realisation dawns on him. "Your father was the Viscount of Lettenhove?"

"Yes. And since I'm the oldest, after he died that title passed onto me. But I much prefer being a bard, so I graciously devolved my duties to my younger brother, who now manages the estate. Are we done with this conversation?"

"I didn't mean to make you mad…"

Geralt watches Jaskier stop dead in his tracks, his shoulders briefly tensing at those words, before exhaling loudly through his nose. Jaskier anxiously rubs the back of his neck as he straightens up and offers Geralt a sheepish smile, that one warmer and softer than the previous one.

"Sorry, dear heart. I didn't mean to be so short with you. It's just… well, there's a reason I don't bring up my family all that much."

"Hm." Geralt gently taps the spot next to him on his bedroll, and Jaskier doesn't have to be told twice. Soon, Geralt has one arm wound tightly around Jaskier's shoulders. Not quite a hug, but the intention is there all the same, and Jaskier eagerly melts in the embrace. "I shouldn't have insisted. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise. You did nothing wrong." Jaskier nuzzles the crook of Geralt's neck sweetly before depositing a featherlight kiss just over his pulse point. "Do you want to ask me anything?"

Geralt ponders over that question far too long before whispering an answer in the air pocket between them.

"Did he hurt you?"

Jaskier hesitates.

"Not physically, no. He didn't approve of my aspirations and choices. He didn't support me. I suppose it hurt a little when he didn't see me away to Oxenfurt at the age of 15, but he never raised a hand on me."

"Hm." Good, Geralt thinks. No child should ever have to suffer at the hand of an adult. Geralt earned plenty a beating at Kaer Morhen, some justified and others not so much. Just because he went through this doesn't mean he condones it.

"At least I get to spend his money on someone I love," Jaskier offers softly, eyes as blue as the deepest ocean glancing up at Geralt through dark lashes, “That, at least, the old man can’t take away from me.”

A happy little rumble bubbles up Geralt's chest, despite the blush gracing his cheeks.

"I never thanked you for the gifts." Geralt blushes a deeper shade of red at the realisation. "Sorry. It's been a long year."

"Well, good thing we're heading North soon then, hm?" Jaskier straightens up so he can cradle Geralt's face in his lute-calloused hands. Their eyes meet then, amber seeking out blue, and Geralt thinks that he must be the luckiest son of a bitch in all the Continent.

"Yes," he agrees in a whisper, tilting his face to place a kiss on the inside of Jaskier's wrist, "good thing, indeed."

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wrenhyperfixates · 3 years

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Kissing Your Worries Away

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: A bad dream interrupts your sleep, but Loki steps in to save you from your demons. Warnings: a tiny bit angsty, I suppose, and some depressive/anxious thoughts A/N: Hello my lovely nonny! This was such fun to write, thank you for requesting it. Hope you enjoy :)

Tag List: @lucywrites02 @frostedgiant @lunarmoon8 @twhiddlestonsstuff @lokistan

Disclaimer: Gif not mine

It was odd, Loki thought, the differences between dating on Asgard and Midgard. Most of the things done on Earth would have been considered improper, and sometimes even scandalous where he came from. Now, he didn’t really do much dating back on his home planet, and it would have been referred to as courting, anyway. In any case, he knew quite a bit about it, having desired companionship through his long, lonely years. And then along came you, nothing but a mere mortal who somehow meant so much more than that to him. You’d enchanted him with your kind smile, loving attitude, and perfect personality. That’s how he perceived you, anyway; it was like you two were soulmates.

Of course, Loki had not made the first move. Then again, maybe you didn’t really either. He had been too scornful in the beginning to realize what was right in front of him was exactly what he was looking for. Even with his rather callous attitude, you’d persisted and broken down his walls. A friendship, strong as the branches of Yggdrasil, was forged between you two. That, however, made Loki too fearful to ask you out, for if you had rejected him, he’d have lost you entirely. Little did he know, you’d been going through the same thoughts in your head. It wasn’t until one night of reading on the couch when you had kissed each other—it was still unclear to both of you who had actually initiated it, so you decided to call it a mutual action—that you were able to move past your uncertainties. As for who had officially asked who out, it was once again unclear, though Loki insisted it was you.

“My apologies,” he’d said after you’d kissed. “I should not have done that.”

“Loki,” you’d replied, shaking your head. “That’s what I wanted to do, too. And, I wouldn’t mind doing it in public, either, you know.”

“Well then, we shall do just that.”

For the next week after, the Avengers had to endure longing yet excited glances and gentle touches between you two. Loki wasn’t much for PDA, unless of course he was feeling particularly jealous, but he didn’t mind the small gestures. The rest of the team simultaneously found it adorable and sickeningly sweet. Not to mention how odd it seemed once they remembered how the trickster god used to be. Regardless, Loki was excited to take you out for a date. You’d gone to a nice restaurant in the city, and you’d both thoroughly enjoyed yourselves. For the second date, though, you insisted on just having a casual, quiet night in. And that is how Loki found himself knocking on the door to your quarters in a tee shirt and sweatpants, though nothing too baggy as he never was a fan of that style for himself.

“Loki!” you greeted with a bright smile. “I’ve got the movie all ready to go, and the snacks all laid out, so I’m ready to start whenever you are.”

“I do believe there is one other thing we must do first,” he said, walking into the room.

You crinkled your nose and tried to figure out what he meant, asking, “What’s that?”

“This,” he answered, pulling you in for a kiss.

By the time you broke away, you were both a little out of breath, and Loki couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable you looked. Not only that, but you were incredibly beautiful, too. He cupped your cheek and kissed you again, unable to fight the urge.

“Alright, I think I am ready to begin now,” he informed you as he pulled away again, knowing that if he did not stop now, he’d keep going all night.

You nodded along, still a little flustered from the intimate moment. Hand in hand, you and your raven haired prince walked over to the couch and settled in under the blankets. Even though you’d begun already tucked under one of his arms, you got increasingly close to him during the film, snuggling closer and closer as the minutes ticked by. Eventually, you fell asleep against him, the slackening of your arms around him immediately alerting him. The movie was not yet over, and he wondered if he should go or stay until the end. He decided that if you were to wake up, you might be disappointed that he left, so he remained where he was. Besides that dilemma, he wasn’t really sure how to react to the fact you trusted him enough to sleep in his presence. It was, in his opinion, the ultimate show of trust to allow yourself to be so vulnerable around someone. Even in all your time as friends, you’d never done anything like this before.

Before long, your arms were tightening around him again, and he expected to see your eyes flutter open at any second. They didn’t though. In fact, you were whimpering a little, softly at first, but then louder. Before he could react to that, your body began to shake and the whines grew louder still.

“Darling,” he whispered. “What is it? Are you feeling well?”

You did not respond, and after a minute of befuddlement, he realized you were still asleep. Not only that, you were having a nightmare. He flashed back to the countless nights when he’d woken up in a state much like yours, and how each time he’d wished for someone to comfort him. Well, he was here for you now.

“Do not fret, my love, I am here. I will protect you,” he said, though softly enough to not wake you up, but rather just penetrate your dreams. “Nothing can happen to you so long as you are in my arms.”

Carefully maneuvering your bodies, he brought you to a laying position. Facing you, he smoothed out the crinkles of your forehead with a kiss. Arms wrapped around you, he rubbed your back and alternated between humming and speaking reassurances. Even when your body finally relaxed, he didn’t stop. Rather, he peppered even more little kisses on your face until a smile overtook your features. He pulled the blanket tightly around you, and placing one last kiss to your head, got ready to go to sleep, too.

“Loki,” you whispered, still half asleep, just as his eyes began to slip shut. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, darling,” he said back, drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

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Loki’s eyes snapped open. It was still dark out, but he knew something had awoken him. He quickly wracked his brain, trying to figure out if not the light, then what? That’s when your small whimpers registered in his brain again. How he had wished he wouldn’t need to disturb your rest, but it was obvious that you needed to talk about whatever it was that was bothering you. Before the dream could get too bad, he said your name and rubbed your back until you awoke.

“Is the movie over?” you asked in a groggy voice, feeling very disoriented.

“Yes, it has been for a while. The issue here, though, is that you were having a nightmare. The second one of the night, I might add. Will you tell me what is wrong? Please? I only wish to help.”

“I know.”

You didn’t say anything else, and Loki didn’t press, lest he drive you away or further upset you. He just kept tracing circles on your back until you were ready to continue.

“I just, I don’t know, feel so insecure sometimes. Like I’m just not enough, no matter what I do. And that whenever I get close to someone like this, it doesn’t matter because they’re just going to leave me anyway. God, it sounds so stupid when I say it out loud.”

“It does not. Do not discredit your emotions like that,” Loki scolded. “It is perfectly valid to feel insecure, but you must tell me so I can reassure you that I will never, ever leave you for anything in the nine realms or beyond. You mean too much to me for me to leave, darling. I love you.”

You hugged him closer, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Naturally, those words didn’t chase all your doubts away. After all, that is all they were: words. And from the God of Lies, no less. Still, though, you trusted Loki in your heart, and it helped a great deal.

“Thank you, Loki. I hope you know I feel the same way about you,” you said into his skin.

“I believe it with all my heart, darling.”

Then he placed one final lingering kiss to your lips for the night before you both went back to sleep in each other’s arms, feeling much lighter than you had in a long time.

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killian-whump · 3 years

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Leaving this on your doorstep and running away, make of it what you will...

https://www.rightmove.co.uk/properties/107618687?fbclid=IwAR16DLrtw7y7oijZMhx6RpEltRodN0W4WBmnJ2VlJUYoAF9PkEKbcOsvThk#/

Here it is, here for you all to enjoy... The Pirate House!

It looks lovely and normal from this angle, doesn't it? Well, our Nonny friend found this for us, and thought we would all enjoy the wonders enclosed inside of it. "Why us?" You might wonder. "And why are we calling it a pirate house?" Well, I think by the time you reach the end of this post, you'll all agree with me that there's only one person in the world who could've designed this fever dream of a house, and he's really very cross that someone's gone and listed it for sale, since he's still living in it, despite his wife's protestations of "this isn't normal" and "I'm leaving".

Ah, but before we go inside... Let's take a look around first. What's that strange-looking patio display over on the right side of the picture?

Nothing much, just an enormous chess board with matching pieces. They'd have shown us the black pieces, as well, but there's apparently tear-stains and hug-marks all over the knight on that side... "I just... I really miss my daughter sometimes," says the homeowner. "She lives down the street!" his wife reminds him. "Still..." he says wistfully, looking teary-eyed.

ANYHOW, before we go inside, you'll also want to note...

The fucking cannon aimed at the neighbors. "You could've aimed it at the field!" our beleaguered homeowner's wife cries. "But the neighbors need to know we're serious!" he insists.

But let's go inside, shall we? Apparently, the first sight one's met with when they walk in is a gigantic fishtank. And on the other side of the fishtank... an even more gigantic pool.

Now, I'll be honest. It's truly a beautiful pool. Clear blue water, scalloped edges, a decorative tree or two... Why, one could almost forget the fact that this pool comprises approximately 85% of the first floor of the house, with the kitchen, living, and dining rooms tucked in around the edges of it in little nooks. Oh, or that the pool has a fucking island in it. With trees. And a jacuzzi.

Even the home's listing is titled "It's All About the Pool" - and obviously, the whole house IS. Does a fricking MERMAID live here? "Only during the cold months," the homeowner says defensively. "And I want her to feel at home."

ANYWAY. Aside from the mermaid pool taking up almost all of the first floor, there IS a second floor, which has a nice office and a library overlooking the first floor pool.

Wait. Are those... Those aren't books. That's literally wallpaper with pictures of books on it. "But it overlooks the pool," the homeowner says with a shrug. Well, it does, but there's no actual books in your library, so is it really even a library? "But... the pool," he says, looking dreamily at the waters below.

Perhaps we should move on. The bedroom, perhaps?

OH DEAR LORD. "No," the homeowner's wife allegedly said upon seeing her spouse's finished room. "Just... no. I'll design my own." And so, she did:

Our home designer insisted on keeping his room, but he spends almost every night in here with his wife, anyway. "But I'm not happy about it!" he proclaims. "Shut up and come to bed," she retorts. And he does, of course, but not before he's stood at the helm and made sure everything is ship-shape, as it should be. 'Wait,' I hear you saying. 'The helm?' Yes. The helm.

Just perfect for a land-bound captain to at least pretend he's on the high seas... and just in case he gets lonely in his dream world, all he needs do is look up and...

Ah, a valued first mate - or worthy adversary, depending on the mood of the evening. In either case, our pirate homeowner feels right at home with a friend in the rafters. "Get down from there," his wife calls. "You'll break your neck." "But we're having tea!" our homeowner claims. "Why don't you invite Smee over for tea?" she asks. "But he's not my Smee," the man responds with a sigh. "Well, he's A Smee..." "You can't just replace a Smee with another Smee; that's not how it works!" But he comes down from the rafters, nonetheless.

"Can we fire the cannon?" he asks. His wife sighs, but the grin she tries to hide gives away her amusement. "Only if we aim it at the field first," she says. "But the neighbors-" he begins. "The FIELD," she insists.

#killian jones #wish hook #hooked queen #but i'm subtle about it #so you could squint and pretend it's cs #but the chessboard you know #and the absolute insanity of it #wish hook has a few screws loose i think #and he misses his ship #fits better for him #anyway #pirate house #ftw

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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Hello! I just wanted to thank you for what you do. I don’t have any friends, so I mostly spend my time alone (that honestly sounds pathetic typing that out) and your recs brighten my days. I mostly focus on school, and when I have the free time I always check on your blog. I hope you are doing great, and you deserve that greatness! I wanted to ask you about well— coping with no friends? Life has been, well, lonely unfortunately. I just want some advice on getting through it, I don’t know who to talk too about this. I’m super sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Anyway though, I wish you the best! 💖💖💕✨

Hey Nonny! *HUGS*

First of all, I need to stop you RIGHT THERE, it is NOT pathetic to spend all your time alone... HI HELLO THAT'S ME. I rarely go out because of EVERYTHING right now, and I don't have any s/o's or close people I visit. It's a lonely existence, but I'm making the best of it, since I am naturally a private, quiet, introverted person, and spending time alone is what I enjoy.

Secondly, I've been doing alright, could be better, but you know how everything is right now, LOL. It’s tough. See the first paragraph, LOL.

As for “coping without friends”, I’m so sorry you’re having to go through that. It’s not fun for anyone, and it can be overwhelming for people who naturally enjoy people’s company, especially in All This and in this age of online relationships. But please PLEASE know, that it's okay to “not have any friends”. And, know that friend groups are always changing based on where you go to school, where you work, where you go for entertainment... it’s always an in-flux thing, and the idea of “lifelong friends” is very rare. I barely even know any of my school friends from when I was a teen; most of my friendships right now are with my close colleagues, my family, and my best friends from college. When you’re an adult, especially when you go to college / uni, you end up finding groups of like-minded people because of the courses you take (my besties are all graphic designers and artists) and I have a small former-coworker group of people who I got on with who are all – shocker – designers and artists.

As you get into adulhood, maintaining those friend groups are easier to keep, because most of the time, you meet them doing things you all have in common. I still love and miss my childhood friends dearly, but none of us have anything in common anymore, and we just moved on. It’s a normal part of life that so few young folks realize is OK to have. And you WILL go through multiple periods in your life where “you’re alone” and that’s normal too. It’s just a.... passing of the torch of sorts, you know?

And, all that said, online friends ARE friends if "that's all you got right now" <3 Don’t let people tell you otherwise. I love all my online friends, I’m just terrible at keeping in touch because of my own issues, and in turn they just... tire of me, so I don’t blame them for moving on.

That all said, though, Nonny, just keep in touch with your online friends in the interim until we can all go back to some sort of normalcy. And if you’re “having trouble making friends” because you’re a nervous, shy bean, just interact on posts, and eventually the more outgoing ones will find you <3

Good luck Nonny, and NEVER think you are a bother. <3 <3

#steph replies #chatting with nonnies #life advice #friendship

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theyarebothgunshot · 3 years

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Hi rose - it's me, ya bestie who lost their bestie this summer (via ghosting, not misplacement). Thank you so much for your support with my ask a few weeks ago, you and the other lovelies who responded to that post. ❤️

Writing to crowdsource you and the rest of gunshots nation if I should contact my friend or just wait to see if they ever contact me? (Refresher: grown ass women, bff for 14 years, have been long distance for much of that, always mutually said we were each other's 'old ladies in side by side rocking chairs' friend, literally my emergency contact until said ghosting, just disappeared in the midst of a terrible time for me, never done that before because we've been each other's ride or die, etc...)

I still miss my friend every day and am at least now at the stage where I recognize I could not lean on them for support right now but just want to hear how they are? Just miss their presence in my life? It's 5am and I woke up at 3am just sad and missing them. Idk I'm just still baffled and hurt and yes, lonely because I'm in grad school across the country from her and my family. We've always had I thought a mutually respectful honest relationship and their disappearance just still feels like they fell into the bermuda triangle -- even my family is baffled.

Anyway, I guess I'm asking for a "don't text your ex" reminder from gunshots nation, if I need one. 😂 Or maybe a "swallow your hurt and just reach out like a adult" prod? I'm constantly waffling between the two. My pride says fuck that but my 14-year friendship is more important to me than my hurt and my pride? I think?

She clearly doesn't feel the same though and that makes me...

- 💔

hi nonnie, i am sorry you are still hurting and that the situation is clearly very difficult for you, i'm sending you a virtual hug <3

honestly this sort of situation is so personal, that i don't think anybody but you can decide what to do. i am someone who is prone to reach out and say what i want to say because that way i have a chance of getting some sense of closure. if i don't get the words out there, then it will stay on my mind. but if i do, then sometimes that is enough for me to be able to move on. even if it doesn't result in something positive, at least i have done all that i can in that situation.

but again, i think both options are completely valid and only you can know what is the right choice for you. just know that i don't think it would be strange or toxic to text!

#i hope you feel better soon <3 #broken heart anon

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gusu-emilu · 3 years

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(hi nonny, it took me a while to write this ask meme request but here it is! chengning + #15: first meeting. i hope you see this lol)

Follow Your Arrow: Jiang Cheng / Wen Ning

(Cloud Recesses Era, G, 1.5k, No Warnings Apply, read on AO3)

Jiang Cheng and Wen Ning accidentally go to the same spot in the Cloud Recesses to practice archery.

* * *

Wen Ning strings his bow and aims at the waterfall, where a chunk of rock is falling down the cascade, bouncing in and out of the foamy rush of water.

He straightens up. Pulls back a bit more. Lifts his fingers—

An arrow that is not Wen Ning’s zips across the stream. Wen Ning jerks out of posture, and his own arrow goes straight into the ground. The rock he would’ve been aiming at plops in the water with a giant splash, untouched by Wen Ning and...whoever that other arrow came from.

He turns to see a boy standing a few paces down the water’s bank. He wears a scowl that darkens the white robes marking him as a guest disciple of the Cloud Recesses. A single side bang hangs over his defined cheekbones and just reaches his chin. He bears his weight a bit unevenly, as if his leg is injured.

Jiang Cheng, the clan heir whose knee was slashed by the water ghouls at Caiyi Town yesterday. Wen Qing had hopped into his boat to treat his injury. It's one of the last things Wen Ning can remember from yesterday, before the ghouls seized him and his mind went blank.

Although he's familiar with Wei Wuxian already, Wen Ning hasn't talked to Jiang Cheng yet.

Wen Qing has warned him not to talk to disciples from the other clans. But it’s been so lonely for Wen Ning here, waiting around in the corners of the Cloud Recesses, isolated for being too young to attend classes. He can't even see the other disciples, never mind talk to them. Although he doesn't mind quiet time by himself, he’s been itching to fill the space left by Wen Qing’s frequent disappearances. He's used to always having his sister by his side, and now she keeps slipping away to search for some unnamed item.

Wei Wuxian’s bright laugh, gentle nudges, and sheer determination to include Wen Ning has filled some of that empty space. But by scratching the itch for company, the longing has only grown more persistent.

From what Wen Ning has seen, Jiang Cheng isn’t nearly as friendly as Wei Wuxian, preferring to smack away an outstretched hand whereas Wei Wuxian would grab it and tug its owner away on an adventure.

But a shared interest in archery has already helped Wen Ning grow close to Wei Wuxian. Maybe it could work with his shidi too.

Hopeful for a new friend, Wen Ning smiles meekly and waves at Jiang Cheng. He snaps his hand down right away, because Jiang Cheng’s only response is to narrow his eyes sourly, square his shoulders, and string his bow again to aim at the waterfall.

Oh. He's definitely not here to make friends.

Wen Ning turns back to the waterfall, the bow sulking as he strings it. Another rock falls down the cascade, but he can’t focus on it or steady his hands. Not now, with someone right next to him, shooting at the same target and likely shooting him angry glares, too.

Another arrow whirs past Wen Ning. It misses the falling rock.

Wen Ning looks out of corner of his eyes at Jiang Cheng, who huffs and grumbles to himself, pulling a third arrow out of the quiver.

“J-Jiang-gongzi?”

Jiang Cheng draws the bow tighter, its taut string matching the tension in his face. “What?”

“Am I...in your way?” Wen Ning thinks he was here first, but he wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t noticed another person practicing nearby.

Jiang Cheng’s expression softens a bit, but his voice does not. “You will be if you keep trying so hard to let me know you’re here.” He strings his bow with brusque motions—pompous, even. Doing exactly what he told Wen Ning not to—making a show of his archery practice to ensure Wen Ning notices his presence.

He shoots and misses, again. Scowls and huffs, again. This time, his eyes meet Wen Ning’s for a moment, then dart away as if Wen Ning said his shot was bad, despite the fact that Wen Ning barely had time to react to the shot, and even if he did, he’d never insult someone’s archery skills.

A faint flush spreads across Jiang Cheng’s cheeks as he prepares to release another arrow. This one also looks like it's lined up to miss, due to his uneven posture from his injured leg.

“Jiang-gongzi?”

Jiang Cheng whips around to face Wen Ning. His sharp glare is like an arrow of its own, and it does not miss.

Well, this is intimidating.

Wen Ning hesitates, then steels himself and hurries over to Jiang Cheng. “Jiang-gongzi…”

Up close, he’s even more intimidating. Not because of his angular jaw or arrogant frown, but because of a bashful glimmer in his eyes that is very out of place with the rest of his behavior, and Wen Ning is not sure how he feels about that.

“What do you want?” Jiang Cheng says.

Wen Ning looks down at the ground to keep himself from trying to decipher Jiang Cheng's expression, unsure of what lies behind the irritation Jiang Cheng voices so openly. “I…I’m not that great at archery, but...I can help you.”

“With what?” Jiang Cheng's scowl deepens. “I don’t need help.”

“Your leg is injured.” Wen Ning’s words are slow and hesitant. He gestures down at Jiang Cheng’s knee. “It’s affecting your stance.”

Jiang Cheng immediately balances his weight, only to wince at the pressure he’s placed on his bad leg. “I’m not injured.”

“I’ve been sick very often," Wen Ning says gently, "and I had to learn how to adjust my posture to compensate for it.” He finally meets Jiang Cheng’s gaze, a smile tugging at his lips but not quite forming. “I can show you how.”

Jiang Cheng stares at the bow in Wen Ning’s hand. “I don’t need help." He lifts his chin toward the waterfall. "Let’s compete if you’re so crafty. I challenge you.”

Wen Ning takes a step back, his lips parted. “Ch-Challenge?”

“You’ve got the guts to try to fix my stance, but not to compete against me?”

“Well...” Wen Ning clutches his bow with both hands and rubs his thumbs on the leather grip. “I j-just...I get too nervous in competitions."

Jiang Cheng sets his jaw. “Then do it now. If you can compete against just me, you won’t be so nervous other times.”

“But...but...”

Jiang Cheng raises his eyebrows, a little twitch that’s somehow aggressive and meek at the same time. “What? Is there a problem with that?”

“Well, if you’re going to help me stop feeling nervous about competing," Wen Ning says, "then why can’t I help you with your posture first?”

Jiang Cheng looks stumped for a moment, then shakes his head. “I don’t need it,” he says flatly.

Wen Ning thinks back to how he’s seen Wei Wuxian prod at Jiang Cheng with nothing but words and a taunting cross of his arms. Wen Ning crosses his own arms, stands up a little taller, and says, “If you don’t let me help, then I won’t compete against you.”

With a scoff, Jiang Cheng draws his shoulders up and clenches his fists. “Fine. Just do it quick.” After a few moments, he strings his bow and holds his aim steady at the waterfall.

...That was easy.

After backing up to examine Jiang Cheng’s stance from different angles, Wen Ning slowly approaches him. He presses down on Jiang Cheng’s elbow, lowering the angle of his arm holding the arrow. Then he wraps his other hand around Jiang Cheng’s body to grip the underside of his outstretched arm.

As he adjusts Jiang Cheng’s posture, tugging him into the correct stance and sinking his fingers further into white robes, Wen Ning becomes embarrassingly aware of how broad Jiang Cheng’s shoulders are. His whole torso, actually. It would probably feel nice to hug him from behind.

Heat spreads across Wen Ning’s cheeks. He wrestles the thought away, grateful that Jiang Cheng can’t see his face right now.

“Okay,” Wen Ning says, though it comes out more like a choked sound, and pulls away to let Jiang Cheng shoot.

The arrow hits a rock in the waterfall head-on, shattering it.

Jiang Cheng grins, then immediately suppresses the smile and gives a dignified nod. “Not bad.” He lowers his bow and looks toward Wen Ning, not quite meeting his eyes. “...Thanks.”

A hum vibrates happily in Wen Ning’s chest, and he nods back.

“Now are you going to compete?” As soon as Jiang Cheng’s voice rises with that combative tone again, he glares at Wen Ning with the same mixture of sharpness and shyness as earlier, like a sword that doesn't want to swing.

“I’ll do my best, Jiang-gongzi,” Wen Ning says cheerfully and heads back to his spot on the stream’s bank, for once excited for a competition rather than sick with anxiousness.

Maybe archery is a good way to get close to someone after all. Although...for a moment, that had been a little too close.

Wen Ning wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime.

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accioecho · 3 years

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Thank you for translating! It is really hard work to translate. If it is not too much work I was wondering if there were any differences in the dialogue in the scene where Lee Gon cooks for Tae-eul? Or if you could share a little bit what Tae-eul was feeling when he was flirting. Thank you again

Hello dear Nonny, thank you for your message :3 Since a few other people have also asked me about the Kitchen Scene™, h e r e y o u g o ↓ (bear with me, I translated this part a bit hastily so this is a loose translation).

Under cut because this got long.

“Why are we in the kitchen? Are you planning on making me stay the night here?” Tae-Eul asked, looking around her surroundings.

This was no ordinary kitchen. The plates and tableware that were carefully displayed in several china cabinets looked like they could belong in a museum. Everything seemed luxurious, all the kitchenware of professional grade. The kitchen itself was very sleek and modern, the meat stored in its very own food cellar. So this is what a royal kitchen looked like.

Gon chuckled at Tae-Eul’s easy banter, removed his jacket and placed it neatly on the back of the island stool. He had asked the staff to vacate the premises so that only he and Tae-Eul were left.

“If you’re staying the night, I’ll have you sleep in my bedroom. Now that Secretary Mo knows, almost everyone around me knows about you.”

Gon grabbed Tae-Eul’s shoulders and led her back to one of the chairs. Once he made sure she was seated, he went back to the kitchen counter.

“Let’s eat. Yeong told me that you didn’t eat anything besides a sandwich today. I’m repaying you for the half and half.” Gon said, rolling his sleeves.

Tae-Eul observed Gon moving around, taking out ingredients here and there and putting them on the counter. It was clear from the way he was deftly cutting the vegetables that he knew his way around the kitchen. He heated the cast iron pan before putting in the meat. Soon, the delicious scents of the sizzling steak filled the the room. Tae-Eul didn’t realize how hungry she was until she smelled the wonderful flavors coming out from the kitchen island. She looked at the grilling piece of beef with raptured attention before she met Gon’s gaze.

His lips were curled in satisfaction, obviously proud of himself.

“You didn’t give me money on purpose, right? You knew we didn’t have the same currencies.”

“Right. You don’t have buttons. I didn’t want you to go far away, that’s why I sent Yeong.” He replied cheekily.

“The credit limit was 100,000 won. I borrowed it from him, so pay it back for me.”

“I will.”

“I was traveling around today, and I realized you must have been lonely in my world.” Tae-Eul stated.

She guessed it was one of those things you had to actually experience before understanding how it truly felt. Now she thought of Gon whenever she felt lonely. Because that’s how he probably felt too, back in her world.

Distracted by her words, Gon turned his attention away from the task at hand and looked at her worriedly.

“Were you lonely here?”

“It was frustrating to not have something that could prove my identity. Thanks for coming to pick me up.”

“Would you come here for a second?” The lines of his face hardened, his jaw clenched.

Tae-Eul wordlessly stood up and came up to him.

“Do you need any help?” She asked.

“Look at me.”

A command delivered by a King. Who was wearing an apron.

Tae-Eul tilted her head. Gon came closer and lightly bumped his forehead against hers.

“I want to pat your head, but both my hands are busy”

His deep voice tickled her skin, his nearness eliciting warm, tingly feelings in her.

“It doesn’t seem like your first time.” Tae-Eul mumbled, slightly disconcerted.

“What do you mean? Dating? Why? You didn’t get any results from web searching?”

“Why do you cook so well? I thought you were making me some ramen.” She changed the topic.

“You said it didn’t taste good.”

“It was good. That’s why I didn’t believe that you cooked it yourself.”

“Head Court Lady Noh taught me how to cook. The only food that I don’t need to be tasted is the food I cook myself.”

Tae-Eul took a step away, letting him finish the food preparation.

“I saw you looked it up online. Prince Imperial Geum. And Lee Lim.” Gon went on, voice nonchalant.

Any citizen in the Kingdom knew about the traitor Lee Lim, so it wouldn’t have been hard for Tae-Eul to find out about his uncle or read about the details of that night. If her face was any indication, his guess was right.

“You… seem to have grown into a fine man.”

“I guess that you now know what root you are standing in front of.”

Tae-Eul vaguely stared at the faint scar visible on Gon’s collarbone. It must have been painful, getting that scar. It must have hurt so much. That a child had to go through this brutal ordeal was almost inconceivable. She couldn’t even think about it. Because if she did, she probably wouldn’t be able to handle it. That a relative could kill a child’s father before attempting to strangle that very same child to death.

“It’s my hell and my history that was engraved on my body by the greed of the person that killed my father and strangled me.”

“…”

“This is why I was raised amid my uncle’s worries and Head Court Lady Noh’s tears. And that’s the reason why Lady Noh isn’t nice to you. Don’t be upset about it.”

Tae-Eul had briefly felt the unfairness of Lady Noh’s treatment towards her. She understood why she had acted that way though. Tae-Eul could only nod at Gon’s explanations.

“Is that it? After hearing a story like this, don’t you have to either give me a hug or at least say that you would give me one?”

“Aren’t you going to show me my ID card?” Tae-Eul asked instead.

“Hey, don’t change the topic—“

“I need to go now.” She cut him off.

“I won’t let you go. You have to live here.”

They both knew it though. They had led separate lives so far. An entire universe stood in between them.

Tae-Eul had only spent one— no, two nights in a far-away place where no one else from her world could travel to. If it weren’t for Gon, she wouldn’t even have picked this place as a travel destination.

“I’m serious. I won’t let you go. I can keep you here with just one command.” Gon repeated, each word heavier than the last.

His anguish and frustration was palpable. Feeling completely powerless, Tae-Eul could only let her own sadness flow through her veins, leaving a cold emptiness in its wake.

He was surrounded by so many caring people, people who held him dear, people who worried about him— Yet Gon still felt a deeply rooted loneliness within him.

Whether it was 25 years ago or today, the only person who was able to unburden this heavy load was the one person whose existence made no sense in his world.

Tae-Eul couldn’t help but feel the unfairness of the situation. She had always been Gon’s constant, his zero. Without realizing it, she had started wanting to be his zero as well.

She had no idea where to take things from there. She had no clue about anything about the two of them, yet she knew that whenever she looked at him, whenever she was pulled into his mesmerizing gaze, she could only nod and follow his steps. She wanted to shy away from him and his big, almond-shaped eyes.

He had always been the sharp, dutiful King leading a country for most. But to her, he was an honorable man with a vulnerability that only she could see.

Lost in her thoughts, Tae-Eul noticed that the meal Gon had prepared for her was steaming, small puffs of smoke coming out of the pan. Gon turned off the stove and placed a plate in front of her.

“Take your time. I will show you the ID card after you finish it.”

Tae-Eul grabbed the spoon. She didn’t feel like eating and felt her strength gradually leaving her. She put on a happy face and scooped up a spoonful of the meal Gon had prepared. She would show her appreciation. For his sake.

“Thanks for the food.”

“Steak and rice in a hot pot. It’s my signature dish. Everyone falls for it.”

Tae-Eul didn’t even have to pretend to be enjoying the food. It really was delicious.

“You should ask me whom I cooked it for. I said it to make you jealous.” Gon quipped.

“I can’t beat that person anyway. Whoever she is, that person must be from this world.” Tae-Eul took another mouthful.

It seemed that whenever Tae-Eul spoke her mind freely, Gon’s heart twitched in pain. Reaching in his pocket, Gon grabbed the badge and handed it to her.

“I have been carrying it around ever since you came here. I didn’t show it to you because I was afraid you might leave. But… you’ve already gone somewhere much further away than your world. Take a look.”

The ID card looked a little more worn out than the one that had been recently issued. Everything else checked out. November 11th, 2019. This badge was hers.

“The navy jacket. It’s mine. It’s my ID card. How does this make sense, though? It’s definitely mine. Did you say it’s been here for 25 years?”

“Someone dropped it here. But my memories are fading away. I’m not sure I can recognize that person. But I feel like the person will appear before me at least once.”

“Why?”

“Because that person is either the beginning or the end of all this. It seems like a difficult question to solve, but there must be a simple and beautiful formula for it. And you are the answer I have been looking for. From now on, I will prove it one by one. Whoever it is, and whichever world the person is from, you’ve beat that person. So don’t you decide alone to leave like that.”

Tae-Eul wasn’t sure what moves he was about to make. The boy he used to be grew beautifully into the man that faced her today.

For a short while, they stared wistfully at each other.

Hope. Apprehension. Self-reflection. Solitude.

The room was filled with unspoken tensions and promises.

#tkem novels #chapter 14 #I never translated so fast in my life #this is probably just a pile of rubbish #psa this is very much unedited #these two and their feelings honestly #they should just get on with it #also if the author could stop with her metaphors of one and zero and whatnot it would be greatly appreciated #because it’s a pain in the butt to translate into something that makes sense in English #also by the way #the very last sentence is completely made up and doesn’t exist in the book #anyway hope you enjoyed my word vomit

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matan4il · 2 years

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For fanfiction purposes, and relating to your Jewish Rep in Lone Star meta, do we know if TK keeps kosher?

Hi Nonnie!

Oh, thank you so much for reading my TK & Jewish rep meta! I really hope it was helpful! And good luck with your fics, I hope you enjoy writing and sharing them! *hugs*

Hmmm, that's a good question.

Canonically, we haven't been given an answer to it. It's implied that TK hasn't been to temple for a long time, but he could have still kept kosher. There are 613 mitzvahs, one can easily keep observing some while not doing so with others, depending on observance level and other personal factors, and still remain within Jewish tradition.

However, I think from the POV of TK as a character who's drifted away from his Jewish identity and being reminded of it in s3, it would make sense that he hasn't kept kosher until Gwyn passed away.

From a logical POV, we know that people at his firehouse didn't know he could speak Hebrew (it's a surprise for Nancy in 302), which to me implies they also didn't know he was Jewish (I don't think she would have been quite as surprised about him knowing Hebrew had she known he was a Jew). As the 126 cook for each other, they would have had to know he's Jewish in order to make sure his meals are kosher, so them not knowing to me points to him not keeping kosher. Another indication to me is that when Carlos cooks in 102, again TK doesn't inquire whether the food is kosher.

Admittedly there's a principle in Judaism that says you mustn't embarrass other people. It's not a strict rule, so its application is very much up to personal interpretation and level of comfort. In the context of food served, some Jews might avoid saying, "I can't eat this, it's not kosher," making the cook feel bad for having failed to take Jewish cooking restrictions into account, and instead just opt for eating the stuff on the plate that is kosher out of what's served. The most observant Jews wouldn't, they wouldn't risk eating non-kosher food, so they'll either tell you about it, or they'll try avoiding embarrassing you by not eating anything and claiming it's because they're not hungry, not feeling well, etc.

I kinda doubt this would be the case with TK though, before s3 there's no indication that he's in any way considering any Jewish laws and principles, let alone trying to entertain two at the same time. Basically, I think you're safe assuming that he doesn't keep kosher up to Gwyn's death. After it? That's way more up to you and the kind of story you want to tell! I def do think 911 LS has opened up the door for him to embrace that part of his heritage. I can tell you, I personally am not the most observant Jew, but I like keeping kosher. It makes me feel connected to generations of Jews before me who kept the same laws, including within my own family, and it feels like a choice that signifies that even as a "lightweight" Jew in terms of observance, my Jewish identity still very much matters to me.

I hope I managed to help! Please let me know if you need any further assistance. Have a great day! xoxox

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prrplwtch · 4 years

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Read that the numberings is off on mobile, so just to make sure the asmo and mc #5 and #64, is "You're more than just a one night stand." and "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever met that asshole." //I feel dirty just reading that

Hi nonny :) Here we it is 💜

MC and Asmo are both kind of fools, but cute ones. Smut prompt list here.

“You're more than just a one-night stand.” “I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever met that asshole.” Asmodeus x f!MC

When MC texted Asmo to invite him to the bar, he felt quite excited about his upcoming evening. The excitement quickly turned to disappointment, however, when he’d learned that she had just broke up with her human boyfriend, but he tried his best to conceal his emotions.

“Nothing’s better than a drink to heal a broken heart,” he smiled at her, “Well, actually, that’s not quite true.”

“My heart requires no mending,” MC protested as the two of them walked into a small bar.

“But of course,” Asmo replied. Humans, he scoffed quietly.

He was not planning on getting too drunk – but one drink followed the next, and soon the room around him turned slightly blurry. He could see that MC was deep in the cups too, as crimson blush bloomed on her cheeks. Strangely enough, she had not said a single word about her ex-boyfriend. Perhaps she was not ready to open up yet.

“I think we’re drunk enough,” Asmo said as he got up from the barstool and offered MC his hand, “We still need to walk home.”

“Wait Asmo,” MC said as she looked at him, her eyes shining, “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“I’m all ears, my dear,” he replied, helping her up.

“I love you,” MC breathed out.

The room spun around him. Surely, she did not mean it like that. No, that would be a folly, of course she didn’t.

MC was quite a sweetheart and Asmo had heard her tell those around her that she loved them on many occasions. Surely she was just expressing her gratitude, he told himself, forcing his mind to stop conjuring scenarios in which she actually meant it.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he told her with a smile, trying to hide the impact her words had on him.

MC smiled happily as she leaned onto him, as he hugged her at the waist, and the two of them left the bar. Given their state, the walk to the House of Lamentation took longer than Asmo had hoped for, although he could not complain – MC felt warm and soft against him, and he did not want to let go.

They’ve braved multiple flights of stairs and were finally outside of MC’s room, when she looked at him. “Asmo, could you please stay with me tonight?”

He knew it was a bad idea – he knew he should have turned around and left, but he was too weak to deny her – to deny himself.

They settled onto her bed, with MC cuddling closely to him, and while she was asleep almost instantly, sleep did not come to Asmo, as heavy thoughts were running through his head. MC was so special to him – for the first time in his life it felt natural to put someone’s needs, someone’s happiness ahead of his own. This new feeling scared – and excited him. He had wished deep in his heart that she’d feel the same, but he knew that was almost impossible.

How could she ever love someone like me?

He had never craved anyone the way he wanted MC, but it was not only her body that he desired, no – he needed her love. Asmo shuddered at the thought that his feelings would never be reciprocated.

Suddenly, MC shifted on the bed.

“Asmo, are you asleep?” she called out.

“No,” he replied, turning to her, “Is something wrong?”

“Asmo, I cannot bear it, I need you,” MC said simply.

Asmo tried his hardest to suppress a bitter smile. Of course, he was needed to provide the other cure from a broken heart. She must be really missing her ex. Asmo hesitated – he feared the heartache that going along with her request would bring him, but, at the same time he could not deny her, not when she looked at him like that.

If you do this, all you’ll ever be to her is a one-night stand, his mind told him, but Asmo tried to suppress the thoughts. If he denied her, she might try and find someone else – and the very thought of that suddenly filled Asmo with jealousy. But what if…

Suddenly, all thoughts were gone from his mind, when MC leaned in and kissed him. Her lips were soft and eager and tasted better than the nectar of the sweetest fruits in the Celestial Realm. Asmo’s breath caught in his throat – he’d never felt this way before and he knew that now he could not deny her.

As MC moved back, looking into his face to see his reaction, Asmo reached out and pulled her back in for another kiss. His mouth was hot and demanding, and her lips felt eager and responsive under his. He knew now – all he wanted to do was to make sure MC felt good.

His hands traveled her body, exploring and caressing. He wanted to take his time, to find out exactly what made MC gasp and shiver. Asmo trailed kisses down MC’s jaw and lower – to her neck, as his hand found its way under her nightgown. It did not take long for the two of them to get undressed, and soon Asmo was trailing kisses down MC’s stomach. As he got between her thighs, he looked up at MC’s face, relishing in the delightful blush that bloomed on her cheeks. He wanted to tease her for a while, so he began kissing the inner sides of her thighs.

“You look so beautiful,” he said, as he looked at MC’s face, enjoying the shy look in her eyes.

“Aren’t you a swee…ah,” MC’s voice trailed off, as he tasted her.

He had been craving this for so so long – and she tasted better than he could have ever imagined. He wanted – needed – her to come apart under his mouth and tongue. MC let out a soft gasp as he explored her, and Asmo eagerly continued with his task. Suddenly, MC reached out for one of his hands and took it, interlacing their fingers.

As he kept exploring her, MC began writhing under his touch, and Asmo had to hold her hips in place with his free hand. By the way she arched her back and buckled her hips against his tongue, he could tell that she was close. A moment later, he could feel her body shudder with release.

Asmo moved back up towards MC’s face and gave her a long, deep kiss.

Then he sat up on the bed, pulling MC closer to him.

“What are you doing?” she laughed.

Perhaps he should not have said that, but Demonus still had its hold on him, and Asmo replied, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll forget you’ve ever met that asshole.”

However, MC did not seem to mind.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” she giggled.

He slid in easily and for a moment found himself overcome with a hot, intoxicating feeling. MC let out a soft gasp, as he entered, which only made Asmo more excited. He looked into her face, as he began moving against her in search of a pleasurable rhythm. It did not take him long, and soon enough MC was arching her back and throwing her head back, exposing the tender skin of her neck.

As Asmo moved against her, he littered her neck and shoulders with small kisses. Pleasure slowly grew in his stomach, becoming almost too hot to bear. His breathing became ragged, and when he looked at MC’s face, he saw that she was completely flustered. He knew he could not last very much longer, but he wanted to extend the moment as much as he could.

Soon enough, the pleasure became too much, and, as MC snaked her fingers through his hair, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss, Asmo was over the edge. MC’s release followed almost instantly, leaving her breathless. For a moment, Asmo and MC sat without moving, holding each other in their arms.

“I’m so sleepy now,” MC smiled at him after they fixed their clothes.

She settled back into the bed, and Asmo lied next to her. This time again, sleep was quick to claim her, but Asmo could not sleep, as his mind, though still hazy from pleasure, raced with anxious thoughts. Why did I do this?

What would she think of me now? That I took advantage of her in her emotionally vulnerable state? That I’m good for nothing, but a one-night stand?

Asmo felt cold wave of anxiety rise in his chest. He was with her this night, but was it him that she truly wanted? Or was she simply lonely and missing her ex-boyfriend? As worry seized him, Asmo realized that he could not lie down anymore – he needed to get out of here.

Before he knew it, he was in the corridor, headed to his own room. As the door closed behind him, Asmo found himself pacing around, trying to chase away anxious thoughts without much success.

What if she never loves me back?

A lump slowly formed in his throat, and he could feel tears coming up to his eyes. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of his room. Before he’d even opened, he knew it was MC.

“Why did you leave in the middle of the night?” she asked, looking quite upset.

“To do my skincare routine, of course,” Asmo said, trying to sound nonchalant, “A night of drinking can seriously harm the glow of your skin.”

“I thought you’d stay after…” MC’s voice sounded disappointed, “You did say you loved me too, after all.”

What?

“What?” Asmo asked, astonished.

“At the bar, when I confessed my love to you, you told me you loved me too.”

He remembered that, of course, but he never thought that… Asmo could feel his head spin. She was confessing her love to him?

“Why’d you think I was getting so drunk,” MC continued, as if not noticing his reaction, “I needed all the courage I could get to tell you how I truly feel.”

Asmo was quiet for a moment, and the look on his face must face must have betrayed him.

“Oh,” MC said, “You thought I was getting drunk because of the breakup? And that I slept with you because I was sad?”

He did not want to nod, but he could not lie to her. Suddenly, MC reached out and cupped his cheek with her palm. His heart fluttered at her touch.

“Asmo, I’m not sad about the breakup – not at all. In fact, I have moved on a while ago, I just did not think it was appropriate to break up over text. All I wanted these past few months was to tell you I loved you, but I couldn’t, not while I was involved with someone else.”

Asmo listened to her, astounded. Suddenly it all made sense.

“Well, I couldn’t be sure… You humans are strange, and I thought maybe what happened last night was your attempt to get over your ex by having a one-night stand…”

MC leaned in and kissed Asmo, interrupting him.

“Asmo, don’t ever say that,” she looked into his eyes, “You are more than just a one-night stand. You are the man I love – and I’d like for you to be my boyfriend if you want to.”

He did want that.

“How about we celebrate our new arrangement with taking a nice long bath?” Asmo asked with a smile.

“Just a bath?” MC raised her eyebrow.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see, my love,” he replied, leaning in to kiss her.

Fic list

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmodeus x mc

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