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#idk man they live in tents because i wanted them to live in tents
tossawary · 3 months
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One of my personal nitpicks for historical fantasy is a lack of servants, staff, subordinates, and... idk... subjects? Like, their absence is not... a total dealbreaker for me, depending on the situations the characters are in and whether or not I can just assume that other people are there in the background... but so many of the protagonists in historical fantasy stuff are higher-ranking (very often royalty), and/or have busy jobs, and/or have enormous houses that would necessitate having at least part-time staff.
Like, girl, you should have a maid! WHERE is your chaperone?! WHO is driving this carriage?! Where are your footmen? Are you trying to imply that a WEALTHY DUCHESS is taking a CAB?! You know that you probably have tenants, right? Where is your steward?! Where is your lawyer? Your accountant?! (Like, yeah, you're not going to have your lawyer living in your house, but you HAVE one, right???)
Or, man, you're supposed to be a military commander and you don't even have a single secretary?! Where is your SQUIRE?! (In the spirit of historical fiction, I am jumping wildly across time periods with every sentence here.) Man, I know you aren't looking after your own boots. Where are your GUARDS?! Who set up this tent for you?! Who is looking after your horse?! Who is making and carrying the incredibly valuable maps people are recklessly stabbing daggers into?!
SOMEONE has to be scrubbing these floors and delivering the mail and cooking the meals and doing laundry, and they're probably all DIFFERENT people! My dentist has at least three different receptionists and we can't even get ONE for our court wizard here? A sorcerer's apprentice to take notes? Someone like Sherlock Holmes could get away with just having a housekeeper and taking taxis, sure, but your character is supposed to be a KING?! Why is he answering his own front door? He's going to get assassinated. His SERVANTS should have SERVANTS.
Like, yes, I understand that a lot of servants in certain places at certain times were supposed to make their labor invisible, but there have always been servants who still had to interact directly with the masters of the house?! Yeah, there are potentially really messy ethics here, class divisions are bullshit, but I don't think that completely ignoring the reality that humans have ALWAYS been doing work for other humans is better than just including some well-paid and well-treated servants and employees? Because a complete absence of them, especially where logically for the worldbuilding there MUST be servants (and probably exploited servants, or worse, for some particular worldbuilds to work), often makes me think that your main characters just don't care enough to notice the "lower class" people or know their names.
Also, even Frodo Baggins had a gardener and Samwise Gamgee might be the best damn character in the story?! Sam saved the world?! Servants are PEOPLE. Servants are often the funniest and most interesting characters, tbh, with the most to say about a society and its workings (yes, Discworld is a very good book series, highly recommend), and also the joke of some romantic scene being carefully orchestrated by a stage crew of servants frantically diving into bushes to stay out of sight never gets old to me. Teamwork makes the dream work!
I don't want to gatekeep historical fiction, especially not historical fantasy, because the worlds don't necessarily have to conform to our own and may have magic and characters are often in very unique circumstances, but... sometimes I pick up a story and it's like... "Author, please tell me that you know there is a difference between a butler and a valet?!"
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r-o-s-e-f-i-r-e · 9 months
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idk i’ve been thinking for the last day about modern day corroded coffin, semi-successful in the local music scene, did a self-funded tour through six states last fall where they all lived in the van together and didn’t shower for four weeks, has a standing gig at the dive bar next to the highway and the strip club, they’re established, they have a small but dedicated local following, they —
“can’t play a WEDDING, are you fucking with me?” eddie says, when gareth shows him the text from his cousin who’s getting married in two weeks and who, as of last night, has no wedding band because they accidentally double booked themselves and gareth’s cousin had sent the deposit in late.
“i’ve explained to him so many times,” gareth says, furiously texting his cousin back, “we’re not that kind of band—”
except gareth’s cousin, instead of responding directly to gareth’s text outlining the musical thesis of corroded coffin or watching the youtube link gareth sends to the show last month where eddie got a black eye in the pit from someone in an inflatable garfield costume, just sends back —
“holy shit,” eddie croaks, looking at the string of zeros on the end of the number gareth’s cousin offers me to pay them in exchange for saving his ass and his wedding and his marriage, since his fiancé was demanding a live band. “that’s—”
“three months of rent for each of us,” gareth says, awed. “that’s buy actual fresh vegetables money. that’s go to the dentist money—”
“yeah, okay, give him my number,” eddie says.
so they spend the next two weeks practicing every white people wedding song they can think of. there’s no way they’ll be able to do, like, get low, tragically, but they can pull off the classics, especially after they bring chrissy onboard for vocals and keyboard. there are places where eddie draws the line — no fucking journey or especially insipid top 40 — but they can do some whitney. abba. fucking — mr. brightside. a lot of it is pretty simple, when you get down to it, “and people will be wasted anyway,” jeff reminds them. there’s an open bar at the six figure venue gareth’s cousin booked. hopefully everyone will be too hyped just hearing the opening baseline to i want you back to notice if they fumble anything hard.
rehearsal montage, chrissy takes the boys to the mall to buy suits montage (except for gareth who, like most transmasc dudes, already has a custom fitted and tailored suit ready to go in his closet; instead he makes catty remarks about brian’s tie choices.) chrissy makes eddie put his hair up and eddie makes jeff shave the experimental mustache he’s been growing and eventually the day of the wedding arrives and they load up the van and drive 45 minutes to the six figure waterfront reception venue.
they riff for about ten minutes while the whole wedding party makes their grand entrance into the massive tent set up on the lawn, ending with gareth’s cousin and his new wife dancing in, the whole crowd screaming and clapping. it’s cute, eddie thinks, vamping as long as he can while gareth’s cousin’s best man takes the mic and introduces the new couple and directs everyone to their seats for dinner.
and meanwhile: best man is frankly one of the hottest dudes eddie’s ever seen. he’s got longish brown hair that he keeps pushing out of his eyes, full lips, an insane shoulder to waist ratio, big hands. eddie sneak looks at him while they play a bunch of low key jazzy standards for people to eat their expensive dinner to. he’s sitting with his arm around the shoulders of a girl with shaggy auburn hair, and they keep leaning in to whisper to each other and giggle, so. oh well. but it doesn’t hurt to look, eddie thinks, watching the guy take his suit jacket off and roll up his sleeves and make a toast to gareth’s cousin and his new wife’s long and joyful marriage.
once most people have had their plates cleared away jeff turns to eddie and the rest of the band and nods, once, and while chrissy plays the opening synth chords to i wanna dance with somebody, jeff turns his front man showmanship deal all the way up.
it’s good. people are fucking hyped, so they throw themselves into it, feeding off the crowd’s energy, and almost no one is more hyped than mr. best man. he’s jumping up and down, his arms around gareth’s cousin and his wife. he knows every word to dancing in the dark (hot). when they transition into robyn’s dancing on my own he turns to the girl with auburn hair and points at her and screams. cute, eddie thinks, watching best man pick her up and spin her around while she downs her wine and shouts along. okay, really fucking hot, eddie thinks, when he finally pulls his loosened tie all the way off and unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt and eddie can see a hint of chest hair peeking out.
they slow it down for the first dance. it’s the leon bridges one everyone always does, but it’s perfect in jeff’s range, and there is not a single dry motherfucking eye in the audience. they do a couple more slow ones, throughout the night. best man dances with his girlfriend and then gareth’s grandmother and then with every child under the age of 10, letting them stand on his shoes while he twirls them around. how is this guy fucking real, eddie thinks, which of course is when best man notices eddie looking right at him and their eyes meet. best man looks a little flustered, at first, and then grins at eddie, right at him, before spinning the flower girl around in dizzying circles.
jesus christ, eddie thinks.
they’re closing out the night on the only other request gareth's cousin gave them: the one from the end of dirty dancing. jeff thanks the crowd, offers his congratulations to gareth’s cousin, and then goes right into it. except as jeff sings the first line everyone absolutely loses their shit, turning to best man and jumping around him and one of the bridesmaids. what the fucking hell, eddie thinks, keeping one ear on jeff and chrissy’s duet and one ear on the crowd piling around best man “—you guys HAVE to, dude, you’ve GOT to—“ but whatever it is he has to do is not immediately apparent to eddie. best man dances in a circle with the rest of the wedding party and auburn hair and the bride and groom, shout-singing along, and then during the build up to the second prechorus gareth’s cousin’s wife and her bridesmaids start pushing everyone to the sides of the dance floor, so there’s a long space in the middle, so the bridesmaid with curly dark hair is at one end and best man is at the other end and oh my god is he actually going to —
the bridesmaid runs and then launches herself at best man, who lifts her perfectly, right on cue at the peak of the second chorus, his hands steady on her hips while she floats her arms out in front of her just like jennifer grey. they hold it for a few moments while everyone loses their fucking minds and takes a thousand pictures. eddie actually takes his hand off his guitar for a minute. he thinks his mouth is open. he can see the muscles in best man’s arms flexing under his white button up shirt as he carefully lowers the bridesmaid back to the ground, laughing, his eyes scrunched up in joy.
eddie is maybe a little bit in love.
they close it out. the whole crowd whistles and stomps and applauds for them, which feels pretty good, eddie’s not gonna lie. as they start packing it up and high fiving each other and a couple people come over to ask if they have a card, if they’re still booking for next year or the year after (what?) gareth’s cousin comes over and hugs every single one of them, almost in tears, and then adds another 2k to the check he writes for them. eddie pulls out his cigarettes right then and there.
“steve, come meet the band,” he yells, when steve and auburn hair walk past. “gareth saved my whole ass, oh my god —“
“you guys were fucking incredible,” steve says, grinning, shaking gareth’s hand. “best wedding band i’ve heard in years —“
“they’re not even a wedding band!” gareth’s cousin shouts. “they’re like metal — moshing — thrash, i don’t know, LOUD—“
“whoa,” steve says. he pushes his hair out of his eyes and then turns that blinding smile right on eddie. eddie feels struck by it, wants to stagger back like he’s taken an actual blow. “cool, so you guys — play locally, or —?”
“oh my god,” his girlfriend says, rolling her eyes; steve elbows her in the side.
“i like your guitar,” steve says, gesturing at the warlock eddie’s still holding in his non-cigarettes hand.
“oh, uh, thanks,” eddie says.
“it’s a cool shape,” steve says, stepping closer, flicking his eyes down and then back up to meet eddie’s. there’s sweat gathered along his hairline, dampening the ends of his hair. behind him, his girlfriend coughs something loudly that sounds vaguely like slut.
eddie feels his eyebrows go way up.
“uh, thanks, shapes are. you know. shapes are great,” eddie says, nonsensical. he sees gareth shoot him an incredulous look out of the corner of his eye.
“can i bum one?” steve says, looking down to the cigarettes in eddie’s hand.
“totally,” eddie says. “let me just—“ he holds the warlock aloft and gestures to the open guitar case.
“sure,” steve says. he waits around while eddie hustles through getting his shit sorted out and then turns away politely while eddie has a silent desperate telepathic conversation with the rest of the boys, who roll their eyes and make their way over to the still open, still free bar.
where auburn hair is standing and talking to chrissy, putting a hand on chrissy’s arm while she laughs at something chrissy says.
hm, eddie thinks.
“so,” eddie says, walking out from under the tent with steve, down towards the water, awash in the moonlight. he holds out his cigarettes. “you like springsteen?”
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teyamsatan · 11 months
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ok so what about like an enemies with benefits type of thing with neteyam and they’re so mean to eachother but in the height of it all he’s holding her close and praising her. idk this probably don’t make sense
ok this took me a while, but I enjoyed doing this. hope you enjoy, too, anonnie x
Thoroughly recommend you play this for the full effect (thank you @karma-is-a-cat-purringinmylap for the flawless music taste and ability to match music to text, ily)
wc: 760 words
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“If I have to use my radio to tell you off one more time, neither of you are allowed on a mission for a month, do I make myself clear?”
The voice of the Olo’eyktan pierced through the silence in his family’s tent, his angry snd stiff demeanour not one to be trifled with, even on the best day. Today wasn’t one of those days. Your last mission almost went to shit, and if you were being honest with yourself, it was all because of you.
Well. Because of you and likely the world’s most frustrating, annoying, stupid, antagonistic man the world has ever had the misfortune of hosting in its midst. You hated Neteyam. There were certain privileges that came with being the son of the chieftain, the Omatikaya prince, and he made sure to take advantage of just about every one of them. He was cocky and arrogant, and he loved to push your buttons. So many buttons, it was like one of those little machines residing behind the Toruk Makto that the Sky People used to make symbols appear on the screen, and he was proficient at pushing the right combination to make you want to commit violent acts or reckless actions that he knew would get you into trouble.
You were a warrior. Not just any warrior, you were a great warrior. So great, in fact, people were saying you were for sure the next Neytiri, bound to achieve great things, bound to be a key player in the upcoming war with the Sky People.
Neteyam was also a warrior. Not just any warrior, he was a great warrior. So great, in fact, people were already excited for the prospect of him being Olo’eyktan one day, praising his calm, collected demeanour, his incredible hunting skills that were only second to his own father, his outstanding bow work and leadership instincts.
You two have competed your whole lives. For the title of best warrior. For supremacy. For finally settling who was the better one between the two. No one else cared, no one else thought it was important who was on top, as it wasn't a competition to begin with. The more, the merrier, right? Well, that's not how it worked with you two. His pride was wounded every time you were better than him at anything, and your pride was wounded every time he acted like it was somehow unexpected that you were.
He was a better hunter, but you were a better rider. He was better at making beaded necklaces, but you were a better alchemist. He was better with a machine gun, you were better with a sniper. But perhaps the toughest call to make when it came to your competition was when you were fucking each other. You both took great pleasure in making each other come undone, and you took even greater pleasure in rubbing the other's nose in it.
"I made you come in like 20 seconds, that has to be some sort of record."
"You have got to be kidding. You forget that you could barely contain yourself when I was riding you the other day. I didn't realise you can make such pretty, girly sounds, Neteyam."
That was your life, and today, it was no different. Loud moans were slipping past your plush, reddened lips in a saccadic burst of sound that you couldn't help exhale, no matter how much you were trying to. In truth, the man was a god at fucking you. He knew you so well, he knew your body like he's spent his whole life learning it, his whole life studying it. Still, you wanted to spite him, wanted to be quiet, wanted to not seem weak to him, give him another reason to be cocky, another reason to tease and antagonise you at a drop of a hat. But as he rutted into you at a pace that made you see stars, rubbing your clit in the way that made you dizzy, kissing your neck in the way that almost made you forget you hated him, he knew you were putty under his touch, and you couldn't find it in you to care.
"Neteyam, I -"
"I know, baby. You're doing so well for me. Such a good girl on my cock. Come, pretty girl. Come for me, I want to feel you milk me dry."
You came on command at his words, at his praise, that you never thought you'd ever want, but now were wondering how you're going to live without.
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thebestbobaflavour · 3 months
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Their Little Lynx
Halsin x Astarion ((talking about) x GN!Tav)
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- tav is a druid (whose main wild shape is a lynx)
- hurt/comfort/angst (astarion needs a hug)
warnings: sex mentioned, swearing, english is not my first so there'll be a shit ton of mistakes, self indulgent but i hope someone else finds it fitting to their tav/otherwise enjoys this
honestly this is just a silly drabble please don't even read it okay idk why i am sharing it
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Astarion jumped a bit as a tall figure casted a shadow over him. He was met with the smell of pines and smoke, as Halsin sat onto the log next to him. The wood elf didn’t leave a gap too wide between the two, his arm brushing against Astarion’s shoulder. It was foreign to him, after all he had been through - all the nights he had shared with all the different people - that this small, innocent touch made him so nervous.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked the druid, trying to channel his charm and confidence. Somehow, like all things artificial, it didn't affect Halsin.
“Haven't really tried, to be honest”, he muttered. In his hands he held a knife and a piece of wood that had started to take the shape of a feline.
“A lynx. Curious.”
“Is it really?” he asked, carving out a small piece to define the shape of the beast’s ear.
“No”, the high elf scoffed, rewarding him with a small, hollow laugh.
“It seems that our little kitten has inspired both of us quite a deal-” the former arch druid stated, glancing aside at Astarion. His crimson gaze studied the soft, flowing shapes of the animal, its neck reaching out, heavily tufted ears perked up high – not in alarm but in tranquil curiosity.
“Indeed they have, haven't they?” he replied, taking his sweet time doing so. Halsin gave his surroundings a scanning look, then handed his handiwork over to the smaller elf. Astarion held it up, tracing the still rough edges with his fingers.
“I must say, you have captured them well – not that I have the eye for their… animalistic tendencies like you do.”
“Don't belittle yourself. You cannot separate the wild shape from them. It is a part of them.”
Astarion let his thumb travel the lynx’s flank.
“Isn’t that so true”, he said with half a chuckle. “I always thought I was a man with a taste for civilised, defined art. Yet I can't help but be somehow intrigued by them.” Astarion laughed again, and Halsin sensed his nervous demeanour, but did not say anything.
“Hells. They bring pieces of moss inside their tent… collect feathers and pebbles. Cherishes the living shit out of things I don't even see… That and they’d be able to claw my throat out if they wanted.”
Halsin hummed to himself, trailing the edge of the short blade of the whittling knife with his finger.
“And yet they let you bite theirs-”
“And what does that make me, I wonder.”
“A special someone, I’d say.” Halsin took back the wooden lynx, starting to whittle again.
“A monster. Worse than any beast. They look at me, trusting, like an innocent fawn, bending their sweet neck for me just because I told them that it would make me strong.”
“What did you think they did it for, then?” Halsin asked after a little pause. Astarion exhaled heavily.
“Because they wanted intimacy? Because they have a thing for being bitten? Let me tell you, there are a bunch of people with that sort of kinks.”
“Yet they didn’t want anything for themself.” Halsin finished for him., blowing wood chips off his hand.
Astarion piped up. “Isn’t that just so fucked up?”
“They did a selfless thing”, Halsin admitted, but didn’t really seem unfazed. “It is also in their nature. They are kind.”
Astarion pointed a finger to him.
“It is not kindness, it is madness. I could have killed them.”
Halsin met his gaze, placing a reassuring hand on his knee.
“You love them. Blaming them for it is the only madness I see.”
Astarion shut his mouth, flinching at the touch but remaining stubborn.
“Who else can I blame!” he hissed, his voice cracking with emotion.
Halsin’s hand didn’t move as he sighed.
“How about not blaming anyone, but thanking yourself? Thanking them. Thanking the Gods if that suits you. Loving is a gift.”
“It is a curse- maybe I should have sucked them dry-” he growled, gesturing angrily with his hand and getting on his feet. Halsin grabbed his hand with an unexpected speed.
“Astarion...”, he said softly. “You have to stop running, and start living.”
“Don't tell me what to do, druid. You don't know what my life has been like, I am not like you! Like either of you.”
Halsin’s grip was firm. “And you think that is a bad thing?”
“Look at me. Look at you. After all this is over, who do you think can offer them the life that’ll make them happy?”
There was a flash of new emotion in Halsin’s eyes and he stood up as well, not letting go of the high elf, who seemed agitated and lost, his grand gesture even more grand.
“They don’t need us to offer her anything. They can build their own life, and then it is up to us if we build ours beside them.”
“Stop riddling, Halsin. I am not some… forest dweller - You know that. I can't pretend to be excited over a damn caterpillar, I can't live among the foxes, I can't even... sate them, not yet anyway. Not while I am like this. I can only drain them and leave them bloodless. While you -” he patted Halsin’s chest, tears prickling in his eyes.
“- you can fuck them senseless on a stupid grassy field underneath the glistening stars – and come the morning you might as well build a damn nest for homeless birds or something equally... disgustingly sweet-”
He tried to laugh, swallowed, turning his head and inhaling sharply before meeting the druid’s gaze with his chin held high.
“I am not like that. I never will be.”
“And you think they love me more because of what you said? That I’ll somehow …take them from you?”
“No. I will give them to you before that can happen. Because what you said is true. I do love them. And they might think they love me, but what they deserve… is you.”
“They are a person, they can neither be taken nor given.”
“Ah yes, by all means get stuck on the unimportant! Knowing damn well who is on the winning side.”
Halsin’s shoulders dropped, and carefully he cupped Astarion's cheek.
“It is okay to be afraid, little star”, he said softly.
Something in the pale elf’s eyes shattered. No one had ever called him that with such utter affection, with not a hint of condescendence.
“I... I just thought I would be free. After they convinced me I can be. After I saw what life can offer. Now I know only fear, because I don't know if I can be happy without them, no matter how free I am.”
Halsin pulled him closer, embracing him in his arms as the high elf melted into the touch, his breath grew ragged and shallow as he fought the tears.
“That fear is love, and to get to love so tenderly as you do is the true freedom.”
Astarion shuddered, chuckling hollowly.
The druid’s voice rumbled in his chest. “We will figure it all out. Together. After all, I would not have asked to share in their heart if I did not care for you, too.”
“So you genuinely never once thought about pushing me aside?”
Halsin ran his hand through his silver curls.
“I don't even believe in pushing anyone aside. But you have also been brave enough to speak your fears. Should you decide you merely agreed out of fear of what would happen if you didn't, and don't want me to be in this arrangement any longer, I will respect that.”
Astarion inhaled his earthy scent, shaking his head a bit before pulling slightly away and looking up at the taller man. “No. I suppose I always knew your intentions were as pure as your good self. I want you to stay. For them… and for me.”
To Astarion's shock, Halsin planted a gentle kiss on his forehead before smiling down at him.
“There's nothing I'd like more.”
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Survivor’s Guilt
based on some MESSED UP (i loved it) art i saw on here (like this and THIS that made me cry)
WC: 895
CW: death, suicidal thoughts, religious imagery (i HC law as a former catholic because of the nuns on Flevance idk)
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Trafalgar D. Water Law learned very early on that everything and everyone he loved would eventually be ripped away from him, washed away like footprints in the sand by high tide.
He was born to live this checkered life, cursed by the middle initial forced upon him at birth. He had no choice, no say in the matter. They say the Clan of D were meant to bring the Dawn, to usher in a new age, but all Law wanted to bring about was some peace and quiet. Just for a single moment.
But that was apparently too much to ask for.
Law craved nothing more than the everlasting promise of death as he tripped over the still bodies of his friends and family, corpses piling up with every step he took, but he was urged on by a will not of his own. He had to keep going. He must keep going.
He trudged along reluctantly, day after day. Life wasn’t so cruel as to only deal him bad hands- no, they had the audacity to give him hope every once in a while. A light at the end of the tunnel before that tunnel caved in too.
Being saved by Cora-san, meeting Shachi, Penguin and Bepo on Swallow Island, forming the Heart Pirates, his tentative friendshi- alliance with Straw Hat and his crew. All these moments deluded him into believing that maybe, just maybe, he could dare to dream of a better life. A happy life, even.
Law didn’t have any lofty ambitions such as becoming King of the Pirates like his Worst Generation rivals, contrary to what others believed about him. What could a place called ‘Laughtale’ offer a man like him anyways? Up until recently, he lived for the singular purpose of fulfilling his savior’s wishes, but he couldn’t even do that right. For as many messes as he had to clean up for others, Law could argue he left behind more.
Left behind. The one thing he could count on being.
The hands that touched him all faded into a distant memory, specters that haunted him whenever he closed his eyes at night. They called out to him like a siren’s song, caressing his face as they asked why he wasn’t strong enough to save them. It was no wonder Law gave up on sleeping a long time ago.
He closed his eyes now, begging to the higher powers he no longer believed in to please, please, finally grant him this one mercy. Salty sea water flooded his lungs as his body lost all its’ capabilities, any energy he had left after facing Blackbeard sucked dry as he was dragged deeper below the surface. This was all his fault. Law should have known better than to have hope for the future, to have deluded himself into thinking things were finally going according to plan.
Damn that man in the Straw Hat for giving him something to believe in back in Wano. He should have known better. There was no God; that’s why the nuns of White Town were all dead.
In the depths of the murky water, faces began to appear behind his eyelids. The other school children, begging him to come with them to safety. His parents, love shining in their eyes as they reached out their hands. Lami, looking up at him with so much trust and adoration. Cora-san and his stupid, crooked smile.
‘Wait for me, I’m coming.’ Law thought as his body sunk lower and lower beneath the waves. He could finally go home, after all this time.
As the abyss called out to him, so did another voice.
“Captain! Captain, please! You can’t die!” It wailed.
Law was suddenly pulled back above the water, dragged by the collar of his shirt to safety. He wrenched his eyes shut even harder, refusing to open them and accept reality. He had been ready to rescind the borrowed time he’d been living on since Flevance if it meant never having to deal with the loss of his loved ones again. He coughed once, twice, expelling the foreign liquid from his body as a large paw pounded on his back repeatedly.
“Bepo.” Law groaned out miserably, recognizing the Mink’s cries anywhere.
“Bepo, we have to go back.” He pleaded pathetically, his desperation apparent. Law didn't have to open his eyes to know that they were the only ones here, wherever ‘here’ was. There was no use pretending to be strong anymore, for he no longer had a crew to be strong for.
“I’m not going back! Trust them, Captain!” The Polar Bear Mink refused Law’s orders outright.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his crew, it was that he didn’t trust the world. History was repeating itself as it always did.
Law threw himself backwards onto the sandy beach they’d washed up on, shrugging off Bepo’s attempts at comfort with more force than necessary. It was only a matter of time before he was dead too.
He should’ve known better than to let anyone in, to think for a second he could walk through life anything less than alone. He should have known better than to hope that this time, surely, he could be happy.
Once again, Trafalgar D. Water Law was alive while everyone around him faded into dust. After all, the weak don’t get to choose how they die, do they?
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kennysboxergf · 8 months
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submissive sharky and aj hcs??
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Sharky:
Lives to please you
Always asking you what you want him to do and if what he’s doing is good or not
Very tentative when touching you, he doesn’t know if he should or not
Over Uses and Abuses Titles (ma’am, mommy, miss, etc.)
Absolutely devastated if you’re mad at him so he’s the most obedient man 
Whimpers like a little bitch
Covers his mouth so he doesn’t make sound (but you take it off)
Gasps when you touch him
Can NOT hold back an orgasm, even if he really tries because you told him to
He cums and then immediately apologises because he really tried to be a good boy for you but he just couldn’t hold it anymore
Would kneel for you (and he would like it)
Loves LOVES praise
“Good boy”, “oh my god that feels so nice”, ANYTHING he will fold over like a table
Begs to come, for you to touch him, for you to stop touching him, anything he’s very quick to it
Whimpers when he comes (I said what I said)
Might even cry if you’re cruel (there’s no might he will cry and sniffle if you try to overstimulate him and he will beg you to stop
AJ:
Idk if I see him as submissive but I’ll try my best
Loves getting his hair pulled
Loves eating you out
Looks up at you with those big fucking eyes and you just can’t resist him
He’s such a little brat tho 
Flirting and teasing you all the time because he knows it riles you up
If you set down ground rules (can’t come without permission, listen to me, etc.) he will use every opportunity possible to break them
So you gotta take him home and do something about it
If you try and punish him by not letting him come he will annoy the fuck out of him until you let him come
Has a ridiculous fast recovery time
Will NOT beg, ever (at least that’s what he always says, you have your ways that get him gasping and moaning all the pleases and I’m sorry’s you want)
He’s very bad with authority, so he will fight you for dominance but he always loses and ends up submitting to you 
Always smiles at you in a cocky way cus it pisses you off
Glutton for punishment (i said what I said)
there we go girl 🫶 don’t know how much I like this because I wrote this on meds 😍
as always requests are open and please come by and say hi <3
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soapsmanwhore · 1 year
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Not having a good night (not having a good past two weeks, but today it's worse) so I wanted to write something fluffy. I was going to add Konig, but didn't have the energy. Maybe I will eventually but idk
141 headcanons for when they have a depressed partner
Begins after break
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Price 🚬
Always so doting with his partners
As soon as you tell him you're sad or vent to him about the mental struggle you're having, you best believe he's dropping what he's doing to wrap you in a big fluffy blanket. Like a sad sushi or burrito. He'll put on your favorite show/movie/youtuber and get your favorite snacks for when you're sad. (He'll always have some stashed away in a secret drawer just for you)
He listens to everything you tell him, and gives advice if you want it. But only if you want advice. If not, he'll listen and then help you feel better about it
If you haven't been able to brush your teeth or shower/bathe for a bit, he doesn't judge you for it. He knows how difficult even the simplest things can be sometimes. He'll always gently encourage you to take care of yourself, but he'd never dream of forcing you. (Unless you specifically asked him to)
If you haven't been able to eat well because you haven't had the motivation or energy to cook for yourself, or wash dishes, or anything of the sort. That man turns into a house husband. Wears an apron and everything as he cooks your comfort food for you, and will even help feed you if you're having trouble with it. (Definitely the type to pre cut your steak for you so you don't have to expend so much energy trying to do it yourself)
Always brings you water when he knows you're having a bad day. He knows it's difficult for you to get it yourself when you can't even find it in yourself to get out of bed, and he wants you to stay hydrated
Just a very gentle, attentive, caring man when you're having an episode
Ghost 💀
Doesn't offer much verbal reassurance since he's not sure how to. But he's an amazing listener
He's very attentive too, and also keeps a stash of your comfort snacks and safety foods
He knows first hand what it's like to have bad depression episodes, so he'll often sit with you. Just being a quiet, but comforting presence
Will do anything for you if you ask. Always reminding you that you don't have to apologize since he's happy to help you
Will tell stupid jokes just to make you laugh
Sometimes he'll even do some out of pocket shit like lick your tears and go "mmm yum" just to make you burst out laughing at the sheer absurdity of it
Definitely brings you comfort plushies/pillows/blankets if you have them
Pillow fort in the living room, definitely
Eventually buys a cute tent for his office that you both deem the "sad tent" that you'll basically nest in when you're not doing well and just want to be around him. But not necessarily wanting physical reassurance
Soap 🧼
Living embodiment of sunshine, always complimenting you. But he understands that your episodes are a time where he needs to tone it down a bit, and he listens more than he speaks in those times
Doesn't know how to cook for shit, but will definitely order food for you both and set up a movie/show night when you open up to him about how you're feeling
If you're just struggling mentally, he'll listen and ask if you need or want anything. If you as for reassurance or advice, he'll give it. Same goes for anything else you ask of him after opening up. Cuddles? Absolutely. Just telling you that everything will be okay? He's all for it. Etc.
Surprisingly emotionally intelligent during your episodes. He'll do his best to help guide your thinking from self defeating, back to something positive. He'll point out when you're holding yourself to an impossibly high standard too
Definitely has a pack stored away that he labeled "partners care package" that has a really soft blanket (or a weighted one if you'd prefer), some of your favorite snacks, some coloring books you really like, scented candles, just little things like that to help turn your mood around slowly
Never pressures you to "feel better" he always lets you feel your emotions fully. Encouraging you to cry if you need it, and to do so for as long as you need
He knows first hand what it's like to push your own emotions and feelings aside in order to help others through tough times. Which is why he's always so keen to let you feel things instead of just trying to "fix" the problem
Gaz 🔪
Also doesn't know how to really cook (he tries. He can at least make rice and a few other simple things. Like grilled cheese or pancakes from box mix. But not much else.) So if those are your comfort foods, you're in luck and he'll never hesitate to make them for you. If not, he'll immediately open a food delivery app and hand it to you
"Get anything you want"
Enjoys sharing your comfort snacks and sweets with you as long as you want to share them. If not, he'll just buy an extra one for himself
Will definitely buy you things if shopping helps take your mind off of things. He always loves how excited you are to receive the things he gets you
Also makes a pillow fort for you so you can feel comfortable and warm if small spaces help calm you down
Never pressures you to tell him what's wrong. All you have to say is you're feeling down or you're not having a good day and he's grabbing all the blankets and pillows in the house and dumping them on the bed or in the living room (whichever you're most comfy with)
Adores watching your favorite/comfort movies/shows/youtubers with you. He'll ask questions to make sure he understands things and always smiles and listens attentively when you explain them. He knows letting you talk about your favorite things can make you feel better
Just loves you shamelessly and with his whole heart, and it definitely comes out even more when you're having a depressive episode
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Just came up with a new third life au where they all live on 1 floor of an apartment complex
Ren and Martyn live in single flats across the hall from eachother and both are part of the complex's Committee (Ren is the head and Martyn is his right hand man)
This means they they try to make everyone strictly adhere to the rules
They're supported by: Etho, Skizz, BigB, Impulse (to their faces but not behind theur backs) and, briefly, Joel
Martyn is also childhood friends with BigB, Grian and Jimmy and lives to the right of the flower husbands
At the other end of the corridor, Grian and Scar are 'best friends' who share a three person flat
It's person so they can fit all of their pets in, Jellie, Maui, Pearl, Bubbles (who is now a fish) and Pizza (idk what animal they are yet, suggestions are welcome)
They vehemently hate all the strict regulations, especially the ones around animals which is how all of this starts, and do everything they can to antagonise Ren and Martyn
To the right of Grian and Scar are the newlyweds, Jimmy and Scott in a two person flat, Jimmy and Grian are brothers and they have a sort of joking rivalry. The flower husbands try and stay out of the drama but after the Committee tries to force some ridiculous rules on them, join Grian and Scar in their quest
Across from the desert duo are the crastle squad, with Bdubs, Cleo and Impulse sharing that 3 person flat, they're disgruntled by the regulations and try to keep a good relationship with the Committee to avoid having a harder time. Their good relationship gives them enough sway at first to be exempt from certain rules/get rid of rules that seem silly but when Ren starts getting ridiculously strict they show their true colours in a tentative alliance with Grian and Scar. Cleo and Scott have always been close friends
Across from Scott and Jimmy and to the right of Cleo, Bdubs and Impulse are Tango and Etho, who mainly just shared because there wasn't a 5 person flat and the group wanted to split up Bdubs and Etho for... pda reasons...
Etho makes fast friends with Ren, their neighbour on the right while Tango keeps his loyalties with the crastle crew
Finally at the very end of the hall are Joel and BigB, BigB is on Ren's right and, despite being childhood friends with Grian, takes Ren's side, Joel lives across from him with all his dogs but doesn't really get too involved with the drama as he is frequently visiting his long-time partner, Lizzie on the floor above
I just realised I have no idea where Skizz lives...
That's a problem for another time.
The ships are: Treebark, Scarian, Flower Husbands, Ethubs and Shadowbeans
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plush-rabbit · 1 year
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Stiff Hands
Request: Idk if youve seen Twilight, more specifically the tent scene in Eclipse.  So ill explain the scene,
Bella,Edward,Jacob are all ontop of a snowy,cold ass mountain in a tent. Bella being human is freezing her ass off, cant cuddle her bf Eds bc hes cold af, so she has to cuddle up to Jacob, whos very warm and isnt cold at all. Eddie boy is not happy and they bicker while Bella dozes off happy she isnt going to die from the cold.
Now , imagine that but with Shigaraki, Dabi and reader & Dabi havin a thing for reader too but reader is with Shigaraki
Word Count: 2.8K
A/N: I was super excited to do this one because despite all the flaws with Twilight, damn is it addictive
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The cold nips between the broken cracks of the long abandoned home, graffiti strewn in paint against the walls, cracks and splintered furniture pushed against the entryways. What once must have been a quaint home, is nothing more than a squatter’s den, trash thrown around, cigarette butts and broken glass swept against the wall because you’d be damned if you slept on glass. 
At the moment, it’s the best that you and the other two could have found on such short notice for a vicious cold front that would sweep the area. You lay the blanket over the floor, pulling on the corners of the blanket, trying to cover as much space as the three of you would need.
“There’s a bed, ya know.” Dabi kicks at the side of your foot and you stick your tongue out at him.
“I found needles and we’re in the middle of the woods-” you look up at him, clasping your hands together- “I’m not risking whatever disease or fluid is on that bed.” Standing, you bring your clasped hands to the front of your mouth, blowing hot air against them. “I’ll risk the floor. So, do you mind starting a fire?”
You watch as he walks just behind you, his hands hovering over the broken end table, and blue ignites the table, a roar of fire that consumes the legs and holds steady. You murmur a thank you, letting your hands thaw, feeling the warmth touch at the tip of your nose, and spread towards your cheeks and down your neck and over the shells of your ears. 
“We’ll have to put the fire out when we go to bed,” Tomura says walking back into the old living room, carrying broken pieces of furniture and tossing them near the wall. “I’d bet his fire would cremate you before it could even reach your lungs.”
“Don’t be such a downer, Tomura,” you chastise, but still, you move your hands a bit closer to you.
“Yeah, Tomura,” Dabi says in the same sickly sweet tone that you used, “don’t be such a downer.” 
“No teasing,” you say hurriedly, not wanting an argument against your partner and a man with a very effective quirk. “I don’t think I’ll have the brainpower to handle the both of you.”
Dabi shuts his mouth, and looks away. Tomura frowns and walks towards you; his partially gloved hands scratch against your cheeks. “I’m sorry that you’re stuck here,” he apologizes. “I would’ve sent you with Compress if I had known how cold it would have gotten.”
“Please, then you’d be here alone with Dabi and the both of you would’ve done something mean to each other, or you’d be stuck with Twice who, sweet as he is, would have instigated a fight if he could.” Your hands follow suit, cupping his cheeks and smiling softly. “I’m glad that I’m here with you.”
“If you’re going to fuck, you’re using the bed,” Dabi interrupts, effectively putting the conversation to a close.
“Dabi, I would rather die than let any part of me touch that bed.” You place the pillows against the edge of the blanket, laying down and spreading the other blankets over you, resting and curling into a fetal position, feeling exhaustion weigh heavy over your bones. You close your eyes, clutching the blankets into fistfuls. “Make sure one of you puts out the fire before falling asleep.”
“You’re not even going to help?” You hear Dabi ask.
“Too tired and too cold,” you reply with your eyes closed. 
“Must be nice fucking the boss, huh?” You lift your head to give him a pointed look. “Just saying.” He rolls his eyes at the look, kicking a piece of broken furniture away from the fire. “It’d be nice to get special treatment.”
“Call me pretty and I’ll convince Tomura to give you bigger rations.” You give him a crooked smiling, only breaking when the wind howls outside. 
“That’s all it takes?” Dabi asks, walking over to you, and standing on what would be his side.
“What can I say,” you retort, “I’m easy.”
He crouches to a bend, his smile easy and soft, and in a voice that holds zero sarcasm, he tells you in a raspy voice, “I think you’re very pretty.”
The lack of playfulness has heat burn from your chest, upwards, and you turn, your smile too wide and words too rushed. “Tomura, Dabi needs bigger rations next time.” You give a shaky laugh that is easily disguised by the shivering. 
“I didn’t agree to that,” your partner tells you, his hands over the fire, ending each finger down, and regaining a bit of warmth back.
You turn back to Dabi, giving him an apologetic smile. “Guess I got a free compliment from you, huh.”
“If you wanted me to call you pretty, all you had to do was ask nicely.” He stands up and walks over to the fire. You follow him, watching his back, eyes focused on a patch of burnt skin, and you swallow dryly, turning around and getting back into a comfortable position that doesn’t quite feel the same that it once did moments before.
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The cold burrows its way into your bones, you can feel it in your body, embedded into you, and it wakes you from your slumber. Without Dabi beside you, you’re sure that you would have frozen, have your blood become solid in you. The cold chills you from the inside of your body and out. Nails scrape down from the blanket to Dabi, careful to not touch any skin because you can feel just how cold your hands are, stiff and frozen. You clutch onto him, and he grunts, moving closer to you. Behind you, your partner pushes himself against your back, and you can feel how cold he is, even though he doesn’t shiver, the tip of his nose has goosebumps breaking along your skin.
“Are you okay, Tomura?” You ask, eyes shut tight and teeth chattering.
“Better than you are,” he replies. “You’re freezing.” His breath is warm along the back of your neck. “This cold isn’t that harsh for me.”
“Lucky you,” you whine, letting out a shaky breath that you shiver violently. 
“Can we all shut up,” Dabi breathes out and it’s warm, and you’re desperate. You twist your hands into his shirt, and bury yourself under his chin.  It's too intimate, but when his body heat starts to spread to you, and the shivering isn't as violent, you can't bring yourself to care.
“I think we should have risked the forest fire.” You can’t even attempt a laugh for your own quip, your smile cracks along your lips and your skin feels dry at the corners of your mouth. You remind yourself to make sure that Tomura at least moisturizes once a day. 
"Watch your hands," he seethes out. 
You feel the warmth on your waist, hands nestled under the layers of clothes that you wear, slide across your stomach and peel themselves away from you, the warmth that’s left behind a ghost, a reminder of the bitter cold that has seeped into your bones and chaps your lips. 
“‘M cold,” your mumble, close to tears, pulling him closer to you. His hands are rough and scratch at your skin when they return to hold your waist. You release a shaky breath against his neck, letting out a low whine when his nails scratch against the soft swell of your stomach. 
“They’re cold,” Dabi counters, fingertips stretching to your spine, fire igniting against you, making your stomach tighten and twist. “Say the word, and they can freeze to death.” His voice is low, and he smooths his hand over your back, feeling your plush skin cushion under his hands. “Your call, boss,” he hisses out.
It’s silent, and you can feel the tension in the air, but at the moment, you can’t think about anything else but the cold. “No fighting,” you mumble, already close to tears. “Tomura,” you call to him, your voice a high whine. Your hands search for his, and when he intertwines his hands with yours, you pull them to you, his second knuckle ghosting over your lips where you give him a gentle kiss. “You okay?” You ask, intaking a sharp breath when Dabi slides his hands up your back, reaching between your shoulder blades. “Fuck, Dabi,” you let out a breathless laugh, “give me a warning before, will ya?”
“Still cold?” He mutters beside you, taking your attention away from your partner. 
“Obviously,” the other answers for you, pressing his lips against the back of your neck. He mumbles an apology when you flinch away.
“My hands feel stiff,” you answer, trying to tighten your hands around your partner but you’re only able to give him a soft squeeze. “Feels like they’re gonna fall off.” Your breath trembles as you exhale, and you feel the cold hold onto your chest.
Heat ghosts across your body, down your back, across your waist, wrapped around your elbows and pulled down to your wrists until it envelops itself around your hands and you feel yourself begin to thaw. It replaces what was once there, and there's a complaint that falls onto deaf ears when your hands are lifted and breathed into life again. For the first moment in the night, you believe that you are going to make it through the night without the loss of anything dear to you. 
“Does that help?” Dabi asks in a quiet voice, and you nod, tears springing in the corners of your eyes. You can tighten the grip of your hands, and you give him a tight squeeze- as much as you could manage at least. 
“Thank you,” you breathe out, using every bit of energy to give your gratitude. 
“Anytime,” he says after a pause. 
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You’re finally asleep, face turned to him, and hands still holding onto his. Whenever the wind whistles, you let out a shiver, body inching closer to his, seeking him out and as you do so, so does Tomura. His arms are wrapped around you, holding on tightly. The both of you are asleep in your partner’s sleep, and with you in his arms, Dabi can picture for a second that it’s just the two of you- it’s Touya and you. It’s Dabi and you. It's you and him. There’s no else that you would hold so close, so dearly, so sweetly. You cling to him because you want to, and he can play pretend for a moment that this is the routine, that you love him so, and that you want him. He can play pretend that it was him who swept you off your feet and made you fall first. 
He has many regrets in his life. His existence, his actions, his words. Himself. He regrets not taking your offer for a team-up. You went with Shigaraki instead. You bonded with him, and when you both returned from the short mission, you seemed closer. You’d sneak into his bedroom and his to yours, and he’d press his ear against the door, not caring that his shadow would peek under the doorframe. All he cared for was listening to you, and he heard you laugh, he heard the two of you kiss, the hushed voices and in the morning he would watch as you two sat together, talking as if you hadn’t spoken throughout the night.
His chest would tighten, and Dabi still doesn’t know why he acted so cold; why he refused to go on a mission with you. If he had, maybe he could have replaced Shigaraki in your life. You would hold him, you would kiss him sweetly as if no one was watching. You’d massage his hands and let him rest his head on your chest and sleep. You’d care for him.
Your forehead is warm against his lips, and he stays there for a moment too long, letting his eyes close for the night. For this night, he can fall asleep with you, and he can think about how nice you smell, and how your skin feels under his fingertips, soft and foreign, and all too tempting to never lift his hands away from yours. He commits the feeling of your hands to his memory. 
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In the morning, the cold front has moved, a chill still in the air but not enough for you to cling to him like last night.
He steps out, hands tucked into his pockets, his jacket smelling like the hints of your body cream, and he nestles his nose into the scent.
“Hey there, stranger,” you say standing beside him. He gives you hum, looking out into the forest, trying to focus on anything but you. “Well, I just wanted to say thank you for last night.” He glances towards you and you’re already looking at him. “If you ever need anything, just ask.” You smile, and you turn to go back inside, you hesitate, your smile faltering. You turn to him, your hand holding onto his bicep and squeezing it as you reach up to peck at his cheek. When you pull away, your smile has returned. “Thanks again, Dabi.”
It’s stupid. It’s a peck. And yet, it gives him hope that maybe you like him the way that he likes you. 
“How are your hands?” He blurts out, not wanting you to leave him.
You smile and lift your hands, making a grabbing motion in the air to show off how relaxed your fingers are once again. “Better,” you say with a smile. “Thanks again Dabi. If you ever need anything let me know, okay?” You lift your hand and wave in goodbye, and you turn the corner without looking back at him.
He follows you without thinking, slinking around the corners of the house until he finds you in a room with sunlight peeking through a broken ceiling. You stand with your partner in the room, and Dabi listens.
Dabi stands by the wall, his head turned and ears trying to strain to hear your partner talk. “I uh-” Shigaraki clears his throat- “I don’t like being apart from you.” You hum and Dabi can picture the shit-eating grin that’s plastered on your face. “I was thinking, when we get the chance-'' he curses and Dabi takes a peek and sees you cupping Shigaraki’s face, your thumb rubbing arches over his cheek. 
“Take your time,” you coo, your attention solely on him. Dabi doubts either of you have noticed him by now. “I’m still here.”
His heart beats in his chest, and bile rises to burn his throat. Shigaraki continues, taking a small step closer to you. “I want you to be here forever.” He sounds serious about it, looking at you, and Dabi’s stomach does flips, intestines twisting upon themselves into a knot, making every part of him want to retch out his insides. “I don’t want you to leave me.”
You haven’t taken your eyes off of him. Your hand lowers down to cup his neck and Shigaraki covers your hand with his, lifting his pinky upwards. You don’t even flinch when he does so. “I don’t think I want to leave you anytime soon,” you trail off, clearing your throat; he’s never heard you speak so softly. “Are you going to leave me?”
“Never,” he answers quickly.
He wonders how many times he must have told you that, how much you know that he would never leave you, because at his earnest answer, you don’t even look taken aback- you look like you’ve accepted it for the thousandth time. You smile, and it’s wide and stretches upwards and gives you wrinkles at the corner of your eyes. “Okay, then.” You twist your hand under his, careful and practiced in avoiding his whole touch, holding it loosely in yours and you bring the knuckle of his index to your lips. “You and me then.” Shigaraki doesn’t dare look elsewhere. “Till death do us part,” you say with your lips still against his knuckle, “in your half-assed proposal.”
“Shut up.” Dabi can’t even recognize the voice who says that. It’s soft and playful, and it isn’t the calloused voice of a villain. It’s the voice of someone who can look behind them, and know that someone will follow and care.
Somewhere in him, he can feel whatever was left of himself and a will for a normal life, or a cheap masquerade for it, breaks. Dabi’s stomach twists and there’s a void in him that has always been there, that cements in him and has warmth burn down his face and bile burn his throat.. He stares at the wall in front of him, wood and pink stuffing exposed by the elements, and he can hear you laugh in the other room.
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pumpk1n-writes · 9 months
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Hi, can you please do part 2 of 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 like where the baby is born?
Thanks
Don’t Make Me Leave ~ Part Two
➥ in which Billy and the fem!reader are best friends and he accidentally gets her pregnant. {ft. pregnancy, fluff, mentions of sex, your author knowing nothing about childbirth other than what they watched on Gilmore Girls, like… childbirth. If you’re squeamish I suggest not reading this because there’s birth. Of a child. I mean maybe it’s a child. Idk. Extremely ooc for like, all of them}
A/N: I realized through writing/brief research of this that I’m never going to have kids. Like ever. I’ll have cats. Also this is literally so bad because I have no idea how to go about this, but enjoy I guess.
Part One || Word Count ~ 773 words
Taglist ~ @wasawattpadkid @billysbae
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It was the middle of the night. Sidney and Stu had basically moved in to your house in preparation for the baby. Billy and Sid moved cautiously around each other, a dangerous dance, but they’d managed to put aside their differences and tentatively live together. For now.
The clock read 12:47 when you left your bed, the decision to get something to eat fresh in your head. You’d made it down the stairs when you felt a something unlike anything you’d felt before. Sharp pain shot up your abdomen and into your stomach, and you clutched the counter.
“Billy!” You called upstairs, hoping he was awake, or at least sleeping lightly. “Billy, get your ass down here!”
Billy didn’t come, but Stu did. He took one look at your pale face and bolted back upstairs. You could hear a commotion, like he’d thrown something at your boyfriend. A few moments later both boys were racing down to you.
“Get,” you took a deep breath through the contractions. “Go get Sid.”
Stu nodded and ran back upstairs, and Billy grabbed your hand. “Is it time?”
“I think so, these are the contractions I think.”
A drop of sweat trickled down your neck, followed by another, then another.
“Wait for Stu to help you get in the car, I’ll call the hospital and get the bag.”
You frowned at him, “I can get in the car by myself, Loomis.” You took one pained step, then nearly doubled over. “Never mind.”
Your dad rushed out of his room, looking furious that he hadn’t been told yet. “I’m taking you to the hospital, Stu can drive Billy separately.”
“Sir—”
“She’s my daughter. I’m taking her to the hospital.”
“And it’s my baby!”
“Fine then, get in the car, but hurry your ass up, young man.”
Your dad, being a cop, flipped his lights on and drove as quickly as he dared in the dark and rain to the hospital. Luckily for you, Woodsboro was small enough that it didn’t take long. Long enough that you were nearly screaming in pain before your water broke, but not as long as it would have been in a bigger city.
Your dad ran into the hospital to secure a room and Billy helped you limp through the doors. They already had a gurney and a room ready, and the nurse walked beside you, holding your hand and instructing you to breath.
You made it into the room without much incident (other than agony and pain and more agony) and the doctors situated you on the bed.
“It’s too late for any pain meds, is that okay?”
You nodded, sweat sheening your face and neck. “Just get this thing out of me,” you gasped. Billy looked at you apologetically, and you glared at him.
“As soon as this demon is out of me I’m slapping you. Hard.”
“Okay,” the doctor patted your ankle in what you suppose was supposed to be reassuring. “It’s time to start pushing, you ready?”
“Oh my god,” you were mad at the doctor, mad at Billy, mad at this terrible demon child. “I’m never doing this again.��
You screamed, pushing with all of your might, fairly certain that your heart was going to explode. And maybe everything else would.
They said that you wouldn’t remember the pain of childbirth. Fucking liars.
“Billy, if you want another kid I’ll get you pregnant, how does that sound.”
Billy only laughed, but he was looking a little green. Pussy.
The nurse pulled Billy and your father aside, trying to talk to them privately, but it was a small room and you could hear everything.
“Sir, some complications arose.”
“What kind of complications?” Billy said, green giving way to pale.
“Well, there’s only a fifty/fifty percent chance that the baby and mother both make it. You might have to choose between them if it gets worse.”
“What?” Billy had to sit down, and he put his head in his hands. “I choose her. I always choose her.”
Come on, baby, I didn’t carry you for nine months for you give up on me now. If you don’t come on out right now you’re grounded.
Defying all expectations, you pushed with one final scream and the nurse was able to grab the baby’s head and shoulders and pull him the rest of the way out.
You collapsed onto the pillows in exhaustion, holding your baby close and kissing him all over his beautiful face. He had Billy’s nose, but your eyes.
“Ethan,” you spoke into his forehead, the name you and Billy had decided on. “Welcome to the world.”
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jojotichakorn · 24 days
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archer rewatches nlmg: episode 7
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what a great start of the episode 😌
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multigenerational queer friendships my beloved 🥹
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i adore this boy and wish he had an easier time in life, alas his father is an evil clown and his taste in guys is horrendous
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i want them to start showing up in every gmmtv series as a cameo the same way yacht and sam show up in every single series directed by new. and i don't mean the actors, i mean the fictional couple.
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i'm still surprised they didn't get engaged in os2 tbh
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open ur eyes then idk /lh
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idk mate, perhaps literally the guy who sees everything you do as a virtue?
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my face when he tentatively puts his hand on my shoulder
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yesss!! you tell him! you get his ass!
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do i need to explain how it's actually extremely fucked up that the government failed chanon and palm (and people like them) by not providing free healthcare, which basically means that said government is fully ok with lower class people dying in their country, and that chanon now feels like he and his son owe their entire lives to this rich man and his family, who clearly gained his wealth through unethical means and who didn't even feel the loss of money on that medical bill, which chanon couldn't even dream of affording, or are we all sensible people here?
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so not the point but look at chopper's cunty little boots
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well, what did you want them to do? lie and pretend you aren't a loser?
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once again thinking [redacted] [redacted] and [redacted] [redacted] i [redacted] [redacted] [redacted]
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my guy, it's quite possible you're the only person in the world who is actually insane and devoted and selfless enough to truly know what love is, but ok
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like i said, insane and devoted
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no yeah, if christians are right, i am sooooo going to hell for my thoughts. not even just because they are gay either........
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what are you, a geoblocked streaming service? be so for real rn
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no but this will forever be iconic. nobody else shoots kisses the way jojo does, truly.
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danis is such a boytoy. and look, I love bex. she's a sweetheart, and this is very ooc. I will fight anyone who says otherwise.
but for the sake of my dick, and my love of danis, I'm going to ignore that👍I want to corrupt that man so bad☝️
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cw: very self-indulgent, subbot!danis, domtop!reader, could be considered dubcon cuz yer both a bit drunk, light corruption kink?? idk, cheating, guilt, ooc becas danis would never but im horny
it's an evil thought. a rancid thought. but the bittersweet burn of wine singes the last of your sober thoughts away. the comfortable atmosphere and chatter of people from the grove celebrating in your camp around you loosening up your limbs and adding to your confidence. or maybe your hunger.
he's there, just as drunk as you are, swaying on his feet even as he leans against one of the small wooden tables that have been dressed in cheap booze and whatever the grove had to offer in terms of food.
he's probably a lightweight. doesn't like drinking much, especially in front of bex. wants her to feel like he's always there for her. oh, what a saint.
but no one is perfect, not even the angels of the world. the sin he carries pulls at his heart despite the lively atmosphere. quick glances in your direction, heated gulps of wine that's starting to taste like bile, a subtle adjustment of the crotch. all of which are not as subtle as he thinks.
the buzz is getting to him.
take your chance when he wonders away from his beloved wife, you might even feel bad for her, and follow him. catch him shoveling scraps of whatever's left into his mouth, trying to drown out the thoughts. the heat. the need.
poor boy. he's been eyeing you since the first time you spoke but god did the guilt eat him alive. he was happy where he was. bex was a wonderful wife, he was a wonderful husband. they were made for each other, so surely he didn't need or want anyone else. right?
it's hot. it's heated. it burns. every end of his mind telling him it's wrong, but the hands gripping his waist tell him that it's everything he's ever needed. lips smash into his own and teeth click together with how feverish it is, hidden away from the rest of the camp in the small tent you snuck him off to.
reach into his hair and yank his head away, force a whine from his lips that makes shame wash over him in tidal waves. he's so needy, desperate even. probably never been with a man.
and it doesn't take long for that to be obvious. little whimpers escaping his chest when you nearly rip his belt off and throw it aside. pleas to go slow and hurry up all at the same time as you use your own spit to slick up your cock, gripping it together with his. it's the squirming he does when you begin to fist them together, chest heaving up and down like a fish out of water.
it's the guilt that wants to drown him but is held back by the lewd sounds of your hips slamming against his. every thrust punching a cry out and making his claws dig deeper into the thin bedroll below you. he's long past the point of a burning stretch and can feel the lube (a mix of spit and olive oil you snatched from Gale's bag) leaking down his thighs, shining in the dim moonlight.
the new sensation is like a drug, morals getting tossed around his head until they eventually fall out and melt far into the dirt. you nail his prostate even though it's sloppy and drunk. shove your fingers into his mouth to keep him quiet since he can't seem to shut himself up. hold his pliant hips up however the hell you want because he's so willing. so, so needy. bex could never do this, could she?
the thought of her still plagues his mind, poisoning the pleasure of cock buried deep inside his hole. what would she think if she found the two of you like this? her own husband, head down ass up, and with another man ramming into him like it's the will of the gods themselves..
bet you would like getting caught.
your slurred voice drips like honey over his worrying head as he bites down on his arm, trying to hush the whine that squeezes out from his throat.
want her to see this, do you? probably like it when someone watches.
listen to him sob as he nods his head, hips starting to bounce back against your own and trying to keep up with the relentless pace.
it feels like his brain is melting because, yes, he wants someone to watch. he wants her to find him like this, speared on your cock and sobbing from the stimulation of it all. wants disgusted eyes to rake down his body and spit his name. wants you to keep fucking him through it, show off your work and make him stay put until he can't cum anymore.
and... who was he worried about again?
right, you. he needs you- needs it bad, has to feel the heat spread through his gut as he gets closer to the edge. has to feel every bruising slam to his sweet spot in case he passes out and misses it all. has to have you- to feel you- only you, only ever you-
danis might miss you when it's time to go.
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2,4,25 xoxo MJ/kiwiana-writes
2. Why do you write fanfiction?
I was saying to someone recently that I love fandom and fanfiction because it extends the life of these fictional worlds that we fall in love with. With fandom, any tv show is longer than six seasons. Any book is longer than a single book... BUT that doesn't really answer the question because I don't write fic for every fandom that I enjoy and participate in otherwise, so... Honestly? I don't know where it comes from. I never know what characters are gonna pitch a tent in the part of my brain that generates all these ideas. It's a connection I make with the characters (she says, as if they're real fucking people). They just decide to live here, and, once they do... I write because they won't shut the fuck up if I don't. So, there's that, and there's also the community that I just love being a part of. IDK, man. It's all just very special to me.
4. Are there any writers that inspire you?
Bro (gn), you know you do. Plz, MJ. You and so many other writers in my current fandom and previous fandoms have inspired me to write. I mean, @nontoxic-writes, @lilythesilly, @stereopticons, @blackandwhiteandrose, @sarahlevys, @dinnfameron, @fishyspots (miss u bb), @ratchet (also miss you), @wordthieve, @rmd-writes, and my new BFF, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf!? There are too many to name tbh. I have been so fortunate to be surrounded by soooooo much talent. For fuck's sake, @designatedgrape made me give a shit about baseball. BASEBALL! I cannot believe. There are so many authors whose work leaves me feeling super inspired and wanting to write. You've all made me better at stringing words together through your writing. Also blowing a kiss to Lemony Snicket.
25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!
There are a couple spin-off fics that I wish I could download straight from my brain without having to write them, lol. In the 'The Outside Edge' universe, for example, there's a whole thing in my head where Stevie runs into Ruth—her former skating rival—at Nationals and they fall in love. Also Patrick's POV of AWSTRI(ATW) and David's POV of my first SC fic.
35 questions for fic writers
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A too long and boring Capitano fanfic babes
Capitano x fem reader
A/n: it just get suggestie, it does contain spoilers who are not really spoilers and one theory which idk, I just liked it. Also i wrote this in a silly goofy mood. Hope you enjoy this babes
Warnings: spoilers, blood
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Having a hydro vision wasn't always such a blessing. And you learned that lesson the hard way. You where coming from a rich family, you had a big brother and a little sister. All of you received the love, care and attention from both parents. There was nothing a kid that time can ask for. But sometimes everything feels like a vivid dream.
In that time you where forced by your parents to learn medicine and go on your father's path, to have your own money and to be a independent woman. You were lucky that indeed you were interested in the subject and you found your purpose in helping others. Until one day when everything changes. You already got you vision and it was way easier to do your part time job thanks to your father resources. But what you did not expect was your brother to enter the clinic doors. You let everything you were doing and rush to him. He was hurt so you do what you were taught. So you examine him but you knew that if you don't do something, there might be a chance that he will never see the light of the day. Then you start doing your thing. You may say you were his lucky star because you stabilized him and everything was fine at the moment, but you didn't expect that to be last day when you see him, because sadly he died a few hours after even tho you did everything you could to save him. You were broke and still had some of his blood on your hands and uniform. You started crying and screaming like you never did. You just lost your brother. You see the blood in your hands floating around and you see the eyes of your brother popping out and then everything is covered in red. You were shocked and start looking around. You see your assistants in shock and scared for their lives, or maybe just scared of you. You start panicking and see you father entering the room and to your surprise she stops there, looks at you and you see how the look on his face change. He looks at you with contempt. You back up as he gets closer to you "I-I don't know what happened.. I sweat to archons.. Dad"
"Get here right now" he said angry while he dragged you out "This is not why I spend so much mora, time and patience with you"
"I didn't killed him I swear" you said crying and trying take his hand
"Yea? You did not? From the day you were born I knew something is wrong but this is too much. You killed your brother Y/N!"
"I didn't, I swear I didn't"
"I want you to leave" he said with cold tone
"I have no where to go"
"I don't care. You're not my daughter anymore" he said turning his back to you.
You stayed there until the night has came. You used all of your strength to get up and leave. Where? You didn't know. You left. You spent good days in the woods. Learning more about that you did and what happened that night. You stole from people clothes and food. But someone heard about you. You were sleeping in an improvised tent when you suddenly hear the noise outside. But before you could react you feel someone knocking you out.
"I'm sorry beautiful I had to do that"
You don't really know what happened after that. You woke up in a chamber with chains around your ankels and wrists loose enough to not hurt you and long enough so you walk around. You look around but there was not much to see. You try to look at the chamber in front of you but it was empty. You were clean for some reason and in dry and comfortable clothes.
"Who tf kidnap someone to keep them in such luxury" you said to yourself looking at the chains "Can I get at least some water?" you shout out
"For someone in your condition you react really good" you heard a voice and then a tall man coming close to you. A ginger.
"Is either this or the woods. If you ask me sir I prefer to stay here. Even tho I don't know where I am. Maybe you can refresh my memory"
"I see. Love to see you are this talkative. Then maybe I should welcome you to Snezhnaya. I hope you like the cold"
"Snezhnaya? You mean like in that Snezhnaya? Please at least tell me I'm not at some harbinger headquarter or something"
"Sorry to disappoint" he said smiling at you
"But like why?" you asked confused.
"There are some rumors that there is someone who apparently can control the blood?"
"Listen, ginger, can I call you ginger? As you can see I am panicking, but it's not like that I can assure you ginger"
"Don't call me ginger. But I was here to bring you some food and water"
"Oh you are some lower rank or something?" you asked taking the food and water.
"First, that's disrespectful girly, second, you are completely right"
"I'll call you ginger as long as you are going to gatekeep your name and do you need a therapy session? I'm not going anywhere" you said starting to eat
"Probably I do need therapy. I never thought about it"
"Aren't you glad you have me here?"
"But definitely not with you. Now finish that so I can leave"
"Oh man, you make me very sad you know" you said that and sat in silence until you eat everything "I'll keep the water" you said
"Ok. Now don't try anything if you still want to be alive"
"That's also an option I'm considering. Thank you ginger"
You can hear him laughing before he leave.
"I should have been a comedian at this point" you said to yourself drinking some water "Stay hydrated babes"
You didn't really know how much time has passed since you were there. The ginger was sometimes coming to see you and that was it. Until today.
You heard new steps and that made you curios "So today is not the ginger?" you asked waiting for the new person to reveal themselves.
"I'm sorry to destroy your happiness" the man said standing in front of you, with his gorgeous blond hair and half a mask
"Do I know you?" you asked looking at him
"No but you'll find out fast enough who I am" he said unlocking the chains out of you ankels and wrists "Now dress with this" he said putting a pile clothes in you bed
"Are we going somewhere?"
"Yes. Get dressed" he said waiting outside the cell
You didn't said anything. You get dressed and go to him.
"So, now, can you explain to me what is happening?" you asked
"Pierro, you must be Y/N"
"Indeed. Nice to meet you"
"Probably Childe already told you why are you here"
"Childe? You mean the ginger?" you asked start laughing "No no no, but we did had some amazing therapy together"
You see how he's looking at you but he didn't said anything.
"I'm sorry. But I really don't know guys what you think or know about me, myself and I, but I can assure it's not what you think"
"Then you'll have time to explain that. In a meeting" he said
"Meeting?" you asked
But before you could said anything he opened a door that lead both of you to a meeting room. You saw the ginger and other eight people and a huge machinerie. You follow Pierro until he show you a free seat. You sit down right next to childe and close to Pierro.
"So why are we here? Just for a girl?" you hear a woman asking
"I know we discussed if she should be one of us or not but see no potential in such a tiny body"
"That's true, but that's not what we care about. We need her powers"
"Again about that? Listen guys, I'll say it for like, the last time, I can't control someone's blood. So that being said I'm no use for you guys and such an organization. Now can y'all just throw me back in the woods?" you asked standing up
"You don't go anywhere" Pierro said "Now sit down"
And you sat. I mean, how can you not listen to him? He looks pretty bloody hot. And that's what they did. They discussed. More or less. You were not really asked if you accept or not with their agreements. And that was it.
The next months you spend them training with some of the fatui recruits until you where strong enough and up to Pierro's expectations. After his approval you were send to missions on your own as an harbinger but that wasn't a title you used pretty much.
Today was one of those monthly meetings you unfortunately had to attend. There was not much for you to talk about so you just stay somewhere besides Capitano. You two had your little chit-chat at some tea and coffee but nothing much. This time Pierro sends you two in a mission together. You look at Capitano but there was nothing for you to understand. That men was pure mystery for you and for archons sake you did love that in a men. But anyway. You pair up with him and leave together.
"Damn I'm gonna miss that ginger" you said going next to him
"Who?" he asked looking at you
"Childe. Tartaglia? The 11th of the fatui?"
"I was messing with you" he said laughing
"Damn I really thought you don't know your own colleagues sir"
"You know, there is something funny about the way you talk for someone who was taught to be a doctor"
"I'll take it as a compliment" you said
"You'll see him next time don't worry. But we have to finish fast if you want to see him that bad"
"But I like to see you too. You don't have to be jealous babe" you said smiling at him
"Babe? Listen. This is going to be a long trip until we arrive in Mondstadt, so please don't try to annoy me, babe"
"I don't promise. I really like this side of you"
If there was any possibility to see him you could have sworn he rolled his eyes.
"So, I was curious"
"Obviously you are" you said looking outside
"Your vision, how does it work?"
You look at him for a moment, and then you look back outside not saying a thing.
"It's the water" you said "It's not the blood, it's the water in your body that I'm controlling. And how your body is more then 70% water.."
"You control it"
"Yes. That's how it work. But I don't like doing that so I just do the healing I guess" you said and then both of you stayed in silence.
In right time you arrived in Mondstadt. It's was such a new and beautiful scenary for you that you could help but be amazed by everything you saw. And indeed, Capitano was looking after you, something about everything you do it's making him want to protect you with all costs. Maybe it was because of the remains memories of his old friends and family. But you'll never know that.
"Can we go later and eat something out? Please?" you asked looking at him
"No" he said
"Pretty please then?" you said
"I said no" he said looking at you and letting a loud sigh out
"I got it" you said and you didn't want to show him you were sad so you just stay silent.
You two enter in his hotel and you see some fatui agents welcoming him.
"Sir, unfortunately we have only one room available at the moment"
"It's fine" he said taking the key of the room.
"By any chance this is yours?"
"The hotel? Yes" he said entering in the room
"I see" you said letting your stuff on the floor.
When you saw the bed had two things in your head, first, you two will have to share a bed, and Capitano is not a skinny guy, second, if that was his ideea or just a coincidence. But you brushed of your questions and start arranging your clothes in the dresser and after, you go to change in nice dress. You look one time in the mirror and you could see Capitano checking you out and you saw him wearing a suit now. Can he be more hotter then this? I bet he can.
"Where are you going?" he asked
"To have dinner I guess" you said preparing to leave "You said you don't want me to annoy you so I'll just leave and let you do your things until you decide to start our mission"
For some reason that hurt him. He didn't meant to be rude or make you run from him. He never had his ways with women, but now? Now it's something else.
"Wait-" before he could say anything he saw you rushing through the door.
He sigh and go downstairs to resolve some unfinished business.
Meanwhile, you go to Good Hunter and order some food.
"I guess you are a traveler from afar" Sara said while preparing the food
"You are right darling" you said letting the mora in the table "Do you also know where I can get some good wine?"
"Yea, you can go to the tavern. It's not far from here."
"Thank you darling" you said smiling
You see her blushing and by accident burning herself.
"Wait wait wait. Let me help you love" you said going to her and taking her hand "Here" you said after healing her "I hope its better love, and take care please. It would be a shame someone as beautiful as you to have such an ugly scar" you smiled and go to your table
After the food arrived you never saw something so tasty before.
"Darling, could you want to have this dinner with me?" you asked looking at her
"I- I would not dare"
"Please. It would be my pleasure. And meanwhile you can tell me about the city so no one would suspect you" you smiled.
You see her biting her lip and sit down to you. You share your food with her and talk about a lot of things. You looked around and you saw so many interesting people that probably would be such a pleasure to meet them under other circumstances.
"If you ever visit Mondstadt again, please look for me"
"And that's what I'm gonna do darling" you wink at her and after kissing her hand you left going to look after the tavern. You find a flower shop in your way and decide to buy one to put it in your hair. This place was such a warm light compared to Snezhnaya. After a while you find the tavern. You go inside and order from the bar a glass of wine and then go outside to enjoy it in peace. You wished the rest of your days were like this but you knew that would never happen. Not as long as you are an harbinger.
After the night comes, you decide to return. To your surprise Capitano was not there. But the only think you wanted was to see him getting annoyed by your simple presence there. After a bath, you dress with your nightgown and go to sleep. You woke up after you heard Capitano entering the room, but you pretend to sleep. You hear him getting undressed and then coming next to you in the bed. You feel his strong arms around you and kisses your head. He didn't had his mask? You were so curios to know how he look like but you give up because if he wanted he would. You could also feel something else, but now it's not the moment.
You get closer to him and fall back to sleep. When you woke up you see him drinking his morning tea.
"Morning" he said
"Good morning" you said turning your back at him
"I prepared you some tea. Come drink with me"
You turn and look at him, then you go sit at the table next to him.
"What's happening? You are too friendly this morning" you said looking at him
"I want to talk with you"
"Me too Capitano. You first"
"I want to say sorry. I'm sorry that I make you feel like I don't you to be here with me"
"You make it very clear. You don't have to apologize. After we end this mission we don't have to work with each other anymore so don't worry" you said smiling
"Stop. Stop smiling like that at me. I want to work with you. I want you around me. I really do. Is just, it was such a long time since I had these feelings for a women. Trust me, and I just don't want to screw everything up"
"Then that explain the last night" you said to yourself "There is nothing to begging with for you screw up" you said drinking from your tea
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, there is not actually something between us. Don't get me wrong, I do want you to fuck me on any position out there, but you are just horny. It's not like you like me in a meaningful way" you said standing up "And it's fine"
"You are right but you're also wrong. I'm horny indeed, but it's not just that. From the day Pierro introduced you to us I just know I want to make you mine" he said taking your hand
"Are you for real?" you asked looking at him "I mean probably you are if you trusted me enough to take your mask of"
"I am for real Y/N. And I mean every word I said"
"Ok then. But you have to take me out on a date"
"Then let me prepare something for tomorrow"
"Fine. But what are you going to do tonight?"
"I can't tell you"
"Just don't die, please"
"I'll try. But only because you asked me"
You smiled and watched him leave. Where? No one knows. You get dressed to start your day too and you go again to Good Hunter.
"Hi darling. Did you missed me?" you asked Sara
"Hi strange traveler" she said smiling at you
"Y/N. You can call me the love of your life" you said laughing "I'm sorry. The same as yesterday please"
"Ok. It's going to be done in a few minutes"
"For your food I can wait for hours darling" you said looking at her and see her blushing
"Well well. I didn't know we have more travelers around here" you heard a man approaching you and Sara "As usually Sara. Thank you"
You don't say anything and just look at the guy. I did reminded you of Pierro, a younger version of him. But his hair was the opposite of Pierro's.
"If you have anything to ask just ask" he said turning to you
"I do have some questions. But I want to believe I'm hallucinating thank you"
"Aww, but it's not fun that way"
"I know right?" you asked smiling
You see Sara giving him his food, and then he look at you again and then leave.
"I'm so sorry if he was rude"
"Who? The lover boy? It's fine. Don't worry darling too much"
"I thought he was kinda your type?" she asked
"My type? With such a snack in front of me? Naah" you said
You hear her laugh and coming with your food "Here" she said
"Thank you" you said and go to a table and start eating your food in peace
After your done, you basically just go around exploring and asking people around about the city and everything. After that you go and buy some take away food from Sara and go to the hotel. You see some fatui agents look worried. You brush that off and go in your room. When you enter you see Capitano covered in blood and without a shirt on him.
"For fuck sake love" you said closing the door and putting the food on the table
He doesn't say anything but he turns around.
"Who's blood is this?" you asked helping him clean the blood
"Mine? The people I killed"
"What? You're telling me you go out and just to kill people?"
"Here" he show you some papers "I think we have a few days to stay here"
"You finish the mission alone?" you take the papers
"Yes. So we can have time for each other"
You were in shock.
"Sorry" he said
"Yes you should. You could at least ask me to come with you" you said and start healing his wounds.
You see him taking his mask off. You see some yellow marks on his face and his brownish hair. He was beautiful, nothing that you expected, but he was beautiful.
"Y-You know you don't have to right?"
"I know. But I don't want to lie to you" he said taking your face in his hands, and then kissing you.
You kiss him back. He puts his hand around your waist and you feel your back pressing against the wall. You feel his tongue playing with yours. You let out a moan and put you hand around his neck. He lifts you up and goes with you in the bed. He kisses your lips, your face your neck. After a while and more kisses both of you were naked and from here you can imagine what happened.
After you both take a bath together.
"Sooo" you say playing with the foam
"So" he said kissing your neck
"If you do that one more time we'll gonna have more rounds you know"
"I don't mind" he replied pressing his lips on your skin
"Oh I know you don't" you said laughing
You hear him laughing and hugs you tighter.
"Can I ask you something?" you asked
"Yes"
"Why are you wearing that mask?"
"Because I'm supposed to be dead. I was originally known as Menogias. And I just don't want him to find out" he said
You look at him "So, no one is supposed to know who you are but still you tell me"
"I think I trust you more then you think. Also, I want you to come with me in Fontaine after all of this is done"
"I love to hear you trust me and you want me to come with you, but I can't" you said walking out of the bathtub
"Why?"
"Um, my family is there. I think they are still in Fontaine"
"And? You'll be with me, not them" he said follow you and then putting a towel around him.
You look him in the eyes. I mean he had a point.
"Ok then. I'll come with you" you said kissing him
"Love to hear that" he said hugging you.
After the days you spend in Monstadt, you both leave back to Snezhnaya to report to Pierro. You had an ambiguous conversation with Pierro about lover boy but obviously he will not tell you if they are related, but after the expression on his face it seems like he didn't even known about it.
You were looking for Capitano and see him talking with Childe while waiting for you outside.
"I'm here" you said "Hiii ginger" you said smiling
"Stop calling me ginger" he said frustrated
"But I like it. It suits you"
"I head you leave Snezhnaya"
"You did" you said looking at Capitano and saw him looking away "That's true. I have some unfinished business there"
"I see. Then come and visit me stranger"
"I will I'll promise" you said laughing
All of you say goodbye and you leave with Capitano. You didn't asked too many questions about his reasons of why he hide his true identity. He's old enough to make his own decisions. One night, after a long time back in Fontaine, you two had an interesting discussion if you want to have a family together or to have kids. Obviously now you are the bad guys but still, you were curious. To your surprise he wanted to have kids. Especially with you, but you both decided to wait until all of this to end. But for know, you were both happy with the way things were now and just enjoying your relationship.
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rebelrebelwrites · 1 year
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Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers ❤️
Thanks for the tags @bad-surprise and @wyrd-syster
Mine are all from other fandoms, but just in case any Reylos still follow me or your sexual awakening was also Jareth the Goblin King 😂, I'll share my 5 favorite fics that I’ve written w/ all the old shit I made for them:
1. when the moon met the sun in the sky [reylo fantasy au | E | 71k | 20/20] — To date my proudest work, just because it was fun to try and attempt to evoke a Miyazaki-style fantasy world, and the world-building was so much fun.
"Who?" Rey asked.
She knew who. But she didn't know what else to say.
The man called Kylo Ren — Ben, her mind whispered — rolled his shoulders, a tick she'd seen before, a thousand times at least; an echo of a boy she used to know.
He seemed to notice. He took a tentative step toward her. When she flinched in response, he froze.
"Don't do that," he said, soft as a psalm. His dark eyes darted over every inch of her.
"Do what?" she asked.
"Lie."
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2. Boon [reylogan heist au | E | 39k | 12/20] — This is such a niche fic in the first place because it’s a crossover between SW and Logan Lucky, but man, it was so fun and Rey/Clyde are so soft. I’d never attempted to write a heist and I obviously didn’t finish but I still have a fondness for this (permanently? IDK) on hiatus little fic.
“Your jar looks like it’s full of stars,” Sadie said, gaping at it.
“It does,” Clyde agreed. He raised his own. “Time to set them free?”
Sadie nodded, skipping into the night to release hers. As Rey turned to follow, Clyde snaked his good hand around her wrist.
“Follow me.”
He led her around the house, where the night felt denser, darker, somehow warmer. Underfoot, wild daisies swayed in the dying summer breeze.
“Here,” he murmured. She smiled at him, then twisted the top of her jar off. He followed suit. Together, they shook the little bugs free — to fly away, blinking little lights in the darkness; hazy yellow stars they might touch.
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3. Crown Glass [reylo fantasy au | M | 4k | 1/1] — I love this one because it just sort of came into being; a prompt/gift one-shot that took on a mind of its own, but I got to play more with present tense and some high-fantasy elements bouncing around in my brain.
She shouldn’t be able to find it. But she does.
It stands tall, tucked away in the back of the cellar; she weaves through abandoned armor, crusted cauldrons, and shelves and shelves of spellbooks to reach it. It’s old, ancient even; she can feel that, even if she’d never set eyes on it, full-length and ringed in circles of crown glass that shimmer in the gloom.
She reaches out a hand, skimming the surface–
And then a world appears on the other side.
A room, awash in milky moonlight. A desk, buried by books. A bed…
And a man.
She draws her hand back, heart thumping as loud as the magic in her ears.
The world flickers and fades back into blackness.
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4. This is the Sign You've Been Looking For [reylo modern au | E | 29k | 10/10] — My first real Reylo fic and what got me back into writing after years away, so I have to give it credit! Also my first ever AU, and Virgin artist Ben Solo and sign maker Rey were so sweet and sad but with a nice HEA.
"I'm sorry," Rey murmured, drawing close. She could only seem to look at her feet.
He pressed a large palm to her face, tilting her head up to look at him. The music filtering in from the living room was noticeably softer; vaguely, Rey recognized Elton's "Your Song" playing in the background and decided it was a good idea to rest her hands on Ben's hips.
He glanced down at her touch, swallowing hard.
"Don't be," he hummed.
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5. Muse [Labyrinth canonverse fic | E | 82k | 20/20] — I have a lot of Feelings about this fic, but I have to include it even though a part of me wants to edit it into oblivion, haha. I feel like I’ve come so far as a writer since finishing this in my early twenties, but I’ll always appreciate this for how it helped me improve, for how it gave me an avenue to do more with fantasy world-building, and for the nice response it got in a small little fandom.
"Why did you give me the peach?"
He stared at her, his expression unfathomable.
"Are you going to answer me?" asked Sarah quietly.
"You know why I gave it to you," replied Jareth, "To make you forget."
"No," continued Sarah, "I know. That wasn't what I meant. Why did you give me the peach, knowing that I would never be able to leave after taking a bite?"
Tagging: @demonscantgothere @scriberated @myrsinemezzo @thrillofhope and @formerlyir
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DINOSAURS! ON A SPACESHIP!
it's the episode Dinosaurs on a Spaceship and I feel like it's the best and the worst of this era in one 45min package, so let's see what it gets right and what it gets wrong
sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 2/10
sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored): 5/10
interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 8/10
furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 5/10
companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 7/10
the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 9/10
doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 6/10
isn’t trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 1/10
internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 8/10
Politics (how conservative is the story): 2/10
FULL RATING: 53/100 (if I can count….)
A note: this episode was written by Chris Chibnall and what the hell dude?
OBJECTIFICATION: so where this episode loses me is its near-constant sexual harassment of Queen Nefertiti, who is portrayed as a sultry sexual temptress in the very first scene (trying to get in the Doctor's pants -- there is no context), reacts to misogynistic commentary from a random Edwardian Gameshunter that's in this episode for no reason as if she's turned on, and is then threatened pretty explicitly with sexual assault from the episode bad guy
she then also definitely has sex with the aforementioned Gameshunter, even though - and I cannot stress this enough - almost all his dialogue is truly vile
he's introduced making a sexist throwaway comment to the Doctor about how he'd run off after their last adventure (what is the Doctor doing with a man like this??? idk) and "I had two very disappointed dancers on my hands… not that I couldn’t manage" and right upon meeting Amy and Nefertiti, delivers this banger of "I don’t take orders from females"
seriously why is he in this episode and why would the Doctor be friends with someone like him???? it's an unfathomable choice
all of this is doubly uncomfortable, because he is An Edwardian White British Big Game Hunter From Peak Coloniser Era and she is A Black Woman (who, again, is mostly portrayed as domineering but in a sultry "I want to be tamed" kind of way)
Nefertiti upon getting captured by the bad guy says some shit again about how no man will speak to her like he is, and he pins her to the wall (btw, I will note this in politics, but important to say he is an elderly man walking with a massive space-cane, very much disabled villain Trope) with his massive space-cane and says this in the most leery tone: "I like my possessions to have spirit. It means I can have fun breaking them. And I will break you in with immense pleasure"
of course she gets saved and "takes back" her power by later on defeating him by tripping up his cane, and then her last scene is her with her hair undone coming out of Edwardian dude's tent in [idk the Sahara I guess?] with the big space gun he had
PLOT-POINT: OKAY so originally I was writing here that Amy's story ended in The God Complex and that it was a good ending, and that this felt like they were rehashing old concepts that were already done with
However I do think there's something interesting in Amy being... fine... she worries about the Doctor and would like it if he checked in from time to time so she knows he's not dead or smthin, but at the end of this story Amy and Rory are like "actually we'd like to go home now pls" and the Doctor respects that wish and takes them back and sends them a postcard from his next port of call
so yeah, I think Amy's internal life does matter here, even though I do think her narrative could have all ended on The God Complex and this part of it so far has yet to justify itself (we shall see though!), and I changed my scoring to reflect it. but why isn't it highe-
QUEEN NEFERTITI THAT'S WHY!!! so consistently throughout this episode, we have Amy being quite a capable, fun person and we of course know her and her relationship with her husband and where she is at this point (forget the last episode)
Queen Nefertiti is brought into this episode in order to make a series of sex "jokes," get her kidnapped by the bad guy, and threatened with sexual assault. what does she want? she wants to F***! what's so interesting about her as a historical character? That She Was Sexy! what does she feel about things in the episode? That She's A Powerful Sexy Woman Whom No Man Will Tame And Is No Man's Possession
how did this... do this??? it feels like M*ffat gave Chibnall the note to put in one of his sexual fantasies and Chibnall rolled the dice and landed on Nefertiti on a whim OR WORSE, that he thought she'd pair up well with a British colonialist
it's literally The Thing that makes this episode -- otherwise kind of lowkey a banger -- one that I would never ever recommend, and it's very very disappointing that this kind of racism and sexism was in any draft of the story, let alone the one that got filmed and show on TV
COMPLEXITY: It's got Dinosaurs! and they're pretty great! and it all connects together pretty well -- some Silurians who were trying to escape what they thought was the impending doom of earth and brought different parts of species with them, like an arc, and at some point during the cryosleep journey a malicious exotic trader who literally killed all of the Silurians in order to sell off the dinosaurs
except he can't steer the ship and so it plotted a course back to earth and now it's crashing and they need to find a way to stop him and it!
the only downside is that they didn't make a link between "malicious exotic trader" and "edwardian big game hunter" because the latter absolutely should have been a villain to even mildly justify his presence in this story
Amy even (rightly) says, in answer to him grandstanding about his apparent historical importance: Men who hunt defenceless creatures just don’t impact on history
CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: there's some cute stuff with Rory's dad and I can forgive him being introduced in this episode and never before, because it's actually showing him as active in the episode, and gives you an insight into why Rory is the kind of man he is (in a good way)
there's the aforementioned showing how Amy and Rory have kind of grown past the Doctor -- I kind of wish forever that Amy and Rory were more grounded as characters (especially Amy) but at least there's a father-in-law now. I say this because grown past the Doctor into... what? what is their life about? we still don't really know (well, lies, Rory is still nursing, which is great)
it's mainly this set-up -- that the Doctor is going to be increasingly lonely -- that the narrative serves, but it does do it by actually showing Amy and Rory being happy together
COMPANIONS MATTER: they kind of do, yeah. Amy is very competent over on her side of things, in a way I wiiiish we'd seen way back in s5 already, and Rory is the emotional tie to his dad, which makes sense
it is a very "too many characters in one episode" feeling on the whole, but that's because of Nefertiti and the Big Game Hunter, both of whom didn't need to be there, because the bad guy could have stolen the Doctor (I know, I know, the mysteriouuus Oswin has somehow "deleted" all record of him, but could have still scanned him as an unidentified alien or whatever) or the Tardis? and then had Brian and Rory figure out the solution which is what they do anyway and they all team up to save the Doctor or the Tardis....
point being, yes, but there was room for even more, easily
“GODLIKE” DOCTOR: actually not! he does make the decision to let evil guy get blown up, and you know, there's trajectory here, there's precedent so to speak... how one feels about it, ehhh it's up to you, but it's not out of character for this Doctor to do
PREVIOUS DOCTOR WHO: not much of any of that in here -- Silurians again ofc -- and there doesn't have to be
“SEXINESS”: HA. bad. ties into the above points about Nefertiti, truly heinous. introduced trying to have sex with the Doctor/seduce him against the Tardis, and it's sooort of hinted they may have already had sex before??? unclear
also here's some dialogue for you:
Coloniser Dickhead: Egyptian queen or not I shall put you across my knee and spank you [Nefertiti here replies that she will kill anyone who tries, I didn't manage to transcribe it] Coloniser Dickhead: You’re a firecracker          [Amy responds to this asking the two of them to stop flirting??????????????????????????????????????????]
later on Nefertiti asks Amy of the Doctor has a queen. Amy asks her isn't she married, to which she responds "male equivalent of a sleeping potion." Coloniser Dickhead then replies that she needs a real man with a Big Weapon, while cocking a massive laser gun
AMY THEN SAYS THAT HE'S A WALKING INNUENDO, BUT LAMPSHADING YOUR OWN SHITTY UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING DOESN'T MAKE IT BETTER OR META??? IT JUST MEANS YOU KNOW IT'S FUCKING STUPID!!!
and of course after her whole adventure being a Sexy Damsel who gets threatened with sexual violence, she's last seen coming out of Coloniser Dickheads tent with a huge gun and a "come-hither" demeanor, but get it... get it she's holding the gun now, so she... idk she doms or whatever, Sexually Confident Girl Power Get That Racist Sexist Mediocre Fuckwit
maybe she's just pretending to seduce him so she can shoot him
(he CANONICALLY kills big animals, presumably the kinds that they sell the tusks of for ivory or can hang the fur of in living rooms or whatever and it's CANONICALLY framed as bad, what is his purpose in this?????????????)
one minor shitty one with Amy (also with this guy????) is they're surrounded by dinos and need to slow them down by stunning them while other shit is happening and he says: Dinosaurs ahead. Lady at my side. Ship about to blow up. not sure I’ve ever been happier
to which Amy simply grins and goes: shut up and shoot
WHAT! IS! HIS! PURPOSE!?!?!?!?!!!!!!
INTERNAL WORLD: it's a fun spaceship that really gives little tidbits to its passengers and their journey (not too much, because they're all sadly dead, and everyone is reconstructing events best they can). nothing complicated, but enjoyable
POLITICS: so we've got a disabled villain, we've got an Edwardian Gameshunter (as a good guy), and we've got some of the most overt objectification of a Black woman I can remember seeing on this show... not a great look for an episode where the plot is simply about none of this, it's just... set dressing on top of what is actually happening
the episode just simply... I mean, look no episode needs to do these things... but this episode didn't even need two of these characters!
if you wanted to bring in Queen Nefertiti, why not do something about her history? about her reign? about her in any meaningful way? why was she here, other than for the sexual content?
why was Coloniser Dickhead here other than to be the perpetrator of most of that harassment and then get rewarded for it? what did we learn about Games Hunters in Edwardian times? what did we learn about British colonisation? and if nothing, what did he bring to the table in any other way? (not everything has to be a learning opportunity after all, but there has to be a reason for a whole fucking character to exist in a thing)
FULL RATING: 53/100 (if I can count….)
this episode could have had such a high ranking for its genuinely fun plot, and for giving us an interesting (if so far unnecessary, but We Shall See) denouement on Amy's and Rory's storyline
as it stands the rampant racist sexism makes it one I just wouldn't recommend unfortunately
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