#it’s actually not fair that they are so fine and i can’t give em a lil smooch

[captainfern]

my holy trinity

#captainfern #warren kole #barry sloane #elliot knight #what the fuck #look at them #warren’s abs centre stage #god damn #i need to be locked away #i love dilfs #and elliot knight lol #it’s actually not fair that they are so fine and i can’t give em a lil smooch

[angelatmidnight1]

Could I request a Karlach x Tav reader? Where Karlach accidentally discovers Tav who normally acts tough is actually embarrassingly ticklish?

Put 'Em Up

Fandom- Baldur's Gate 3.

Pairing- Karlach Cliffgate x Reader (lee!reader, ler!Karlach, tiny bit of lee!Karlach at the end). Reader puts on a tough personality and is strong like Karlach. Reader and Karlach are also in a romantic relationship.

Word Count- 2,216.

Warnings- None really, besides tickling and swearing.

Karlach asked to train with you, but she isn’t taking it very seriously. Instead, she uses it as an opportunity to flirt and get closer to you. You try to stay focused, but she accidentally finds out that you’re ticklish. It’s going to be a long match..

“Alright, babe. Hit me with your best shot.”

Karlach circled you with a bright grin, fists up. The two of you were training, and she was only too excited to tussle with you. Sure, she knew how important training was to you, but she’d take any excuse to get closer to you. You sized her up and hummed.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You took a swipe at her when she got too close, and she parried your blow. Karlach huffed.

“I should be saying that to you,” she chuckled. “But fine, just know that just because you’re playing nice doesn’t mean that I will.”

You smirked. You and Karlach were still early in your relationship, and there was a lot that she didn’t know about you. Although she was much taller and muscular than you, you could hold your own in a fight. In fact, you were known for your fighting prowess in Baldur’s Gate. You didn’t buy into the hype; you could rarely tolerate the company of others. But, Karlach was the exception. And she was in for one hell of a surprise. 

“Damn, you’re strong.” 

Karlach grunted as you pinned her on her back. Both of you were out of breath from wrestling each other. It wasn’t easy to get her down, but you managed. You straddled her waist and had her arms pinned above her head. “Way stronger than I thought..”

“I know,” You forced her arms back down when she tried to pull away. “I've flattened more people than I can count in Baldur’s Gate.”

Karlach breathed out a laugh. “At least you’re modest about it, huh?” She continued fidgeting in your grip, making it harder for you to keep her down. “I’ll be honest, I can’t remember the last time anyone’s pinned me. Usually it’s the other way around, heh. But, I could get used to this…”

The tiefling gave you a cheeky grin. One that made you exhale slowly through your nose. 

“Karlach,” Your cheeks flushed slightly. “Don’t start.”

“Ooo, bossing me around now?” Karlach’s grin widened, and her engine glowed.  “That’s hot..”

You shook your head, your blush darkening. “Shut up.” 

Karlach craned her head up to you with a challenging smirk. “You gonna make me?”

You stared at her, flustered, but you didn’t back down. Instead, you met her halfway and kissed her lips deeply. She hummed in surprise and happily returned the kiss. Her lips were warm, soft, and familiar. You got lost in that kiss. And, she had the opportunity to flip your positions. 

When your back hit the ground, you grunted softly. Karlach pinned your wrists by your sides and gave you a triumphant grin. 

“Gotcha.”

You groaned. “I should’ve known you would cheat.”

“Hey, all’s fair in love and war! And, I uh, really love you.” Karlach’s voice softened as she gazed down at you. “A lot.”

“I love you too.” The love she expressed to you was still overwhelming. Not in a negative sense, but it still felt a bit foreign to you. Before the nautolid, you were content to spend your days alone. Now, you weren’t sure what you’d do without Karlach’s bright presence, even if you didn’t express it. You ended the tender moment by adding, “Now let me up so I can kick your ass.”

Karlach threw her head back with a laugh. “I don’t think so. Maybe I like you here, with me on top.” She shot back, wiggling her eyebrows. You bit back a smile, giving her your best stern look. 

“We’re supposed to be training,” Your voice came out strained as you tugged against her grip. Your arms moved a couple of inches, but Karlach held on tighter, now using much more of her strength. “Not goofing off.”

“I know, but who says we can’t have a little fun too?” Karlach leaned down towards you. You leered at her. “Don’t give me that look, (Y/N). Gimme a smile.”

She kissed your cheek. Your forehead. Your nose. Your other cheek. You wiggled your head as she attacked your face with kisses, unable to stop your smile.

“Thihis isn’t training!” You protested. You continued squeaking and struggling until she moved the kisses to your neck. The kisses got sloppier, and each one ended with a loud ‘mwah’. You shivered and inadvertently squealed when her lips found a ticklish spot.

Karlach froze. There was a curious glint in her fiery eyes. 

“What was that?”

“Er, nothing.”

“Nothing? Are you sure?” A worried look came over Karlach’s features. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.” Your cheeks flushed again, but this time for a different reason. One of your closely guarded secrets was how ticklish you were. And it was for a good reason; you, alongside Karlach, were the muscle of your party. It was often said that you learned how to fight before you could walk. Any enemy that wasn’t afraid of you changed their tune when they saw the thrashing you’d given their friends. You didn’t want anyone to know that you could be taken down by something as embarrassing and childish as tickling. 

With a deep breath, you pulled down hard against Karlach’s grasp, freeing your wrists. Your feet found purchase on the ground and you sat up. You parried her attempts to grab and re-pin you and, after minutes of back and forth grappling, Karlach suddenly hoisted you in the air. Her claws dug into your sides with enough pressure to tickle, and you inadvertently wheezed. Karlach froze again and turned you around in her arms so that you faced her. 

“Am I tickling you?” The curious glint in her eyes turned playful as she held you in the air. Your heartbeat quickened as you stared back at her. 

“No, you aren’t. You’re just squeezing a bit hahard—” A slight giggle escaped you, and you coughed to mask it. Karlach held you in a gentler grip, giving your sides a much softer squeeze. You gasped, “P-Put me down..”

“I don’t know,” Karlach obliged by setting you back on the ground. But she kept her hands on your sides, squeezing just below your rib cage. You batted her hands away with another concealed giggle. “That sounded like a laugh to me.”

“It wasn’t!” You held one arm closer to your torso protectively and resumed your fighting stance. “Enough talk, let’s keep at it.” 

“Right, sure.” Karlach chuckled. There was something about her tone and the way she now sized you up that made you feel wary. But, you pushed the feeling away, charging her and initiating another grappling session.

Instead of responding how you thought she would, where maybe she’d drag you back to the ground or pick you up again, her hands ended up on your torso again. She gripped your hips, squeezing and prodding them, and you choked back more laughter. 

“Whahat the hell ahare you doing?” You grabbed her wrists, fighting with her grip, but she didn’t let up. Your laughter was getting harder to hold back. You accidentally stumbled backwards during your attempt to free yourself from her grasp. Karlach happily followed you down. 

“Not ticklish my ass, you’re laughing!” She accused, poking randomly along your torso. You frantically grabbed at her wrists and grit your teeth. 

“Noho I’m not!” You arched your back when she prodded at your belly, squealing again. “Stop thahat!”

“Then why’re you laughing, huh? What’s so funny?” Grinning, Karlach straddled your waist, trapping your flailing arms at your sides. Her hands descended onto your ribs and she scritched up and down the bones. You bit your lips to halt your impending giggle fit. 

“N-Nohot laughing…” You gasped, trying to tug your arms free. Now, Karlach was utilizing her full strength on you, and she was determined to keep you down. You arched your back when her hands scampered back down your sides. She alternated between poking and squeezing and you pinched your eyes shut. It tickled so badly, but you were determined to hold out. Your partner’s giddy, teasing voice echoed in your ears. 

“(Y/N), baby, I know you wanna laugh..” Karlach smirked. She pinched your hips again, kneading them, and you wheezed. She giggled. “Better admit it before I really start tickling you.”

You tried to ignore her, your feet drumming against the ground as she kept tickling. A silly grin spread across your face. She clawed at your belly again, and the dam finally broke. 

You tossed your head back, giving in to your loud, wheezing laughter. “FUHUAHA! KAhaharlach, stahahahp!”

Karlach’s eyes brightened. “Oho, I knew it!” She cheered. She drilled her thumbs into the sides of your belly, and you wheezed again. 

You were laughing too hard to answer her. You shook your head back and forth as you fell into a deeper pit of laughter. Eventually, you were able to give her a minimal response.  “FAHahahaha offhahaha! Gehehehet off of mehehehehehe!”

“Mm, maybe later,” she snickered. She eased off your stomach and pulled your arms above your head with one hand. You tried to yank your arms free before she could fully pin them, but she moved fast, and your squealing fell flat. She wriggled her claws at you tauntingly. “All this time, and I had no idea you were ticklish!”

“Youhuhu wehehehren’t suhuhposed tohohoho!” You fired back, still giggling from the previous attack. You watched her claws and squirmed under her. “Dohohn’t you dare! Let me up!”

“Oh, I dare, soldier,” Karlach chuckled. She hovered her hand just inches away from your torso. “Besides, I still got a match to win here.”

Again, you shook your head. You were nothing if not stubborn. “Karlach,” you started warily. “Let me up. This isn’t what wehehehe agreehehed toohoo-”

Karlach alternated pokes between your sides, earning yelps and squealing giggles. “Say uncle!”

You squealed louder as she suddenly reached up and scribbled into your underarms. You tugged at your arms with all of your strength, but they didn’t budge. You made a poor attempt to hold back the giggle fit that overtook you. 

“Kahahaharlahahach!” You whined, giggling harder when she increased her efforts. “Nohohoho tickling! Youhuhuhu chehehater!”

“Say uncle,” she repeated, smiling widely. Your underarms didn’t seem all that ticklish, so she went back to your torso. Your giggling turned frantic, and when she poked into your tummy, you wheezed. Her tail wagged behind her as she did it again, again, and again. 

“NOHOHO-” You snorted, which amused Karlach even further. She switched from poking to kneading her thumbs into the sides of your stomach. You laughed loudly and bucked your hips. 

“Damn, no wonder you were able to pin me,” Karlach was saying as she squeezed and scritched over your tummy. “You’ve got all this muscle!” She added to her comment by kneading her thumbs back into your skin, which earned her another wheeze. You blushed deeply.

“NOHOHOT FUHUHUNNY!” 

Karlach snorted. “I’m serious! You’re the whole package: strong, smart, attractive. Oh, and adorable. Heh. It’s a miracle my engine hasn’t given out sooner ‘cause of you.” She slowed down the tickling, stroking her claws just above your belly button. Your laughter died down to heavy giggles, and you were able to catch your breath. “I’m still waiting on that ‘uncle’ by the way.”

You didn’t plan on giving it to her; you were nothing if not stubborn. During her tickle attack, she’d eased up on her grip on your arms. You were tired, but your tenacity gave you just enough energy to pull yourself free from her hold. What you did next was out of your norm, but as far as you were concerned, it was completely warranted. 

“You wanna play like that, huh?” You threw yourself at her, sending both of you crashing on the ground. It was harder to get her pinned down like you did earlier. But, once your fingers dug into her sides, Karlach burst into loud laughter. 

“It wahahahahs wohohohohrth ihihihihit!” Karlach squealed and bucked her hips as your hands darted all over her torso. She was hot to the touch, but it didn’t burn, and you were gonna have your revenge. Soon enough though, Karlach was able to reverse your positions again, aiming straight for your belly. She held you in her arms this time, and she didn’t let up. She buried her head into the crook of your neck, kissing and nuzzling into your skin, and you finally tapped out.

“ALRIHIHGHT! Okay! Uncle!” 

The tickling stopped and you laid your head back to catch your breath. Karlach held you flush against her chest. The sparring session was a workout for her too, and she was almost as breathless as you were.

“That was fun,” Karlach said after a while, chuckling. “We’ve gotta do this sparring thing more often. I haven’t had that much fun in, well, ever.” 

“I don’t think our enemies would expect us to tickle them, Karlach.” You answered, shaking your head affectionately. There was a small part of you that wanted to be angry at a sparring session turned tickle fight, but it was difficult for you to be angry with her. “You, on the other hand, are in for it once I catch my breath.”

Karlach grinned, and you could feel her engine glow behind you. “Bring it on, (Y/N)."

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long to post, but I hope you like the story!

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 tickle #bg3 tickle #bg3 tickling #lee!reader #bg3 #karlach x reader #karlach #ticklish!reader #ler!karlach #karlach cliffgate #karlach x tav

[ovaova]

🧡🅑🅐🅚🅤🅖🅞🧡

🧡🅕🅐🅜🅘🅛🅨🧡

💕🅗🅔🅐🅓🅒🅐🅝🅝🅞🅝🅢

Teehee a list of head cannons for family man Bakugo, I’m sorry but I’m such a simp for dilf Bakugo <3

No minors! If you get in some trouble, that ain’t on me 🤷🏽‍♀️

And if you know me…no you don’t 🙃

May have many typos but oops🤭

Oki babes enjoy <3

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• Honestly…at first, he couldn’t see himself as a father- absolutely no way

• But oops, he got you pregnant 3 times so here we are 🤷🏽‍♀️

• First child was a boy and two after are girls

• During the first diaper change with his son, he got peed on 💀 one of his fav shirts too

• You can bet you laughed your ass off, and yeah he was mad but he’ll be okay 🤭

• He loves his kids with his whole heart but during them toddler years, he would hate when they ass got sick, wanna know why?

• SNOT BUBBLES AND CRUST-

• You know when kids (specifically toddlers) would get sick and they never wipe their nose so the mucus just stays there and clumps up and gets crusty 💀 yeah he hates that shit- but who wouldn’t?

• And he LOWKEY feels bad, cause his kids would just be jumping around him happy and shi to see their balding ass daddy but he can’t help but grimace at they nose

• “Hey c’mere for a second 💀-“ he would state all calmly and shi before basically wiping off their skin with a tissue

• yeah he don’t play bout that

• DO NOT LET THIS MAN PLAN NO VACATIONS- cause he’ll over do it 💀

• For example, one year yall took the kids to Disney World- BRUH, even when packing, this man was acting like if this trip didn’t go according to schedule- it was gonna kill him 💀

• But in reality he’s just super excited to take his family on vacation. While packing in yalls bedroom he would be like this-

• “So we’re going to animal kingdom on the first day, and then (C/N) wants to go see the princesses, and we’ll need matching shirts or something, oh and can’t forget new bathing suits bc (C/N) needs a new one and then they’ll all want one so everyone is gettin one- and you wanna go to Epcot and-“

• You would say he sounds like Izuku with all this muttering

• This man literally makes y’all be at the airport like 3 hours before the actual flight 💀

• “I wanna make sure we can get situated, I don’t feel like dealing with all those extra people-“

“Okay fair, BUT THREE HOURS? 💀”

• Most def has the dad airport pose, just standing there like “🧍🏼‍♂️ “ …especially at baggage claim

• Anyways, will always spoils y’all-

• On the plane? First class. Hotel? In Disney world where the park is walking distance. Parks? Basically all of em-

• He can’t help himself, you and him are always so busy with being heroes and parents so he can’t help but spoil the hell out of y’all even though he knows he shouldn’t as much as he does

• Most def one of those dads to y’all instead of stopping your kids when they fight

• Like when you’re at work or something, he’ll be baby sitting talking to Kirishima on the phone or whatever from the couch- and then he’ll hear scuffling loud noises coming from somewhere in yalls house

• “Yeah man and it was crazy, I think we should all get together and go one day-“

“Yeah hold up shitty hair, give me a minute- HEY, YALL BETTER NOT BE MESSING UP THIS DAMN HOUSE……………yeah definitely, we should get together,”

While Kirishima is still lon the line like 🧍🏼‍♂️

• Or like whenever they fight when your both cuddling at home and you’ll be looking at him, expecting him to stop them but he’ll just be like 🤨???

• “It builds character…that’s how I was raised and look I’m fine…“

😟 FINE WHERE?? (Everywhere)

• okay so idk but this was a memory I had with my dad, but I was a very hard headed kid and never knew when to stop asking for shit I didn’t know nothing about- specifically alcohol 💀

• Like I would always think It was juice and my dad would always say “no it’s not and it’s nasty, you’re not gonna like it-“ but I convinced my self that him and all adults were lying just so kids wouldn’t drink their “special juice”

• But ofc I was persistent and constantly kept asking and he finally let me take a swig and yeah I learned my lesson 💀

• But yeah I can see him possibly doin that 💀 it would be like-

“I want Juice-!”

“It’s not juice, it’s nasty, you won’t like it..”

“Yes it is, I want some of that Juice!!”

“It’s not juice-!”

“JUICE-“

“FINE- here DAMN, go ahead-“

*sips*

“EUGH-“

“YEAH- told you you wouldn’t like it. Now do you want more juice?”

“NO-“

“Yeah that’s what I thought…okay now go get some actual juice- I don’t want your mama on my case..“

• One of his fav things is to cook for his family, like if it was up to him, he would most def take on cooking every night but you won’t let him cause you don’t want him burnt out <3

• His middle daughter specifically loves to help him cook tho when she can, she’s most def his lil sous chef

• Loves to bake with him and everything, oml it’s so cute

• He tries his best to spend quality time with each of his kids, like with his son, going out into nature, his middle daughter, cooking, and his youngest daughter, designing things and dressing him up

• But whenever he spends time, that goes for you too

• Like any personal time he can get with you, he’ll take it

• like as soon as the kids go over to his parents for the weekend, oh yeah he’s all over you

• Grinding on you, eating you out like a starved man, letting you ride him whenever he gets a chance (yeah he’s trying to get all he can out of this weekend)

• And like you can be as loud as you want 🤭

• He most def walks around shirtless when no kids around, he has a bit of a dad bod but it’s still hawt and you can still see the scratch marks on his back from your last session tee hee

• He loves these intimate moments with you. They’re more of a need, but sometimes he puts too much into it 🤭

• And oops, there goes baby #4 🧍🏽‍♀️

• Welp that’s my take on Family Man Bakugo 🤷🏽‍♀️

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[wannab-urs]

Build Me Up Buttercup | Ch. 3

And mess me around

Summary: Inappropriate thoughts. A not-so-chance encounter. A run in with street rabble. Something more?

Word Count: 1.7k 

Warnings: allusions to female masturbation. Horny thots. Teasing. Bickering. (flirting). Drinking. Catcalling. Protective Joel. Calming breaths. A smooch?

“Hi there, Sweetheart”

You freeze, eyes boring into the table in front of you. You take a deep breath, mustering all the confidence you can before meeting his eyes.

“Miller. What do you want?” It comes off a bit forced.

“Oh, nothin’. Just heard my name and thought I’d pop over and say hi.” 

“Oh! We were just discussing how you graded my essay without even looking at it,” you snark at him.

“Not quite what it sounded like, darlin’, but I’ll let it slide,” and he winks and saunters off.

Your friends are staring at you slack jawed. 

“What?” you demand.

“I know you said he was hot but God. Damn,” Cooper says under their breath.

“He’s not that hot, and he’s a dick, so… fuck off.” Well that was a lie. 

“You have to try to bang him,” Em pleads.

“Uh… absolutely not. That’s fucked up.” 

It IS fucked up, but he really is hot. 

And you really liked the sound of his voice in your ear. 

And you really liked him calling you darlin’.

NOPE.

“So!” you say too loudly, “how are your classes going Em?”

And for the rest of the night, none of you mention Dr. Miller.

You certainly didn’t think about him in your bed last night. Your hand didn’t slip under the covers and into the waistband of your panties. And you absolutely did not come with a whisper of his name slipping past your lips.

So why is it so hard for you to look at him right now? You’re in his class, and he’s lecturing about… something. Some architectural style from some country or some time period and it really doesn’t fucking matter right now. 

All you can focus on is how good he looks in his sportcoat and band t-shirt. You’re spacing out, staring at the way his shoulders stretch the fabric of his jacket while he jots something down on the board. The way his throat bobs as he swallows a sip of water. The way his jaw ticks when someone answers a question in a way he doesn’t fully agree with. 

Finally, blessedly, the class is over. You decide to head to the bar to get a drink and try to clear your head a little. 

You slide onto a barstool, flagging down the bartender and ordering a smoked old fashioned. You’re about halfway through your drink when someone sits down next to you. 

“Hello, darlin’” It’s Dr. Miller. Again. 

“Miller. How are you?” 

He smirks at you, “I’m fine, but you seemed a little out of it in class today. And call me Joel, sweetheart.” 

“I’m fine,” you lie through your teeth. “I’m surprised you noticed, considering you didn’t even know my name a few days ago.” 

“Fair enough.” 

You stare down into your drink, fiddling with the glass. You can’t think of anything else to say and this is really awkward. Dr. Miller… Joel... orders a whiskey, neat, and you roll your eyes. 

“You would order it neat.”

“What’s that s’posed to mean?”

“You just seem like exactly the kind of asshole who would order a drink that hurts going down your throat.” 

“Aren’t you drinking whiskey right now, darlin’?” Your eyes flick back down to your glass.

“It’s a smoked old fashioned. It actually tastes good, you should try it. Maybe you’ll enjoy something for once.”  

“Point taken.” He calls the bartender back over. “Could you actually make that two ‘smoked old fashioneds’?” he asks, throwing a smirk in your direction. He slides a 20 on the bartop. 

“You don’t need to buy my drinks, Miller.” 

“Joel, please, we aren’t in class. And I didn’t read your paper, ’s the least I can do.”

“The least you could do, Joel, is give me the A I deserve.”

You and Joel debate the merits of your paper, the merits of neo-gothic architecture, and how much you hate 432 Park Avenue. At some point you order a pizza to split.  It doesn’t feel like you’ve been talking all that long when the bartender hollers out the last call. 

“Shit. Is it that late? I have an 8 am!” You had really not meant to stay at the bar this long.

“Let me walk you back to your apartment, ‘s late. Not safe.” Is he being nice to you?

“Oh, you don’t have to do all that, Joel. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” 

“I don’t mind, really,” and there’s not a hint of his usual snark. He’s actually being kind of… sweet. God. Ew. What is this? He’s still a dick. He just wants to feel like a big strong man, taking care of the weak little girl. 

“If it’ll make you feel good about yourself,” you’re being rude, but you’re entirely too uncomfortable with the easy camaraderie you’ve felt with him since you started talking. Best to steer you both back into familiar assholery.

On the way back to your apartment, you walk in companionable silence. Nothing like the flowing conversation back at the bar, but not nearly as awkward as you’d expected it would be. Your shoulder brushes his as you walk and you resist the slightly tipsy urge to lace your fingers with his. It’s just the alcohol and the late hour. You’re not into him. Right?

Lost in your thoughts, you miss a step on the curb and nearly fall over, but Joel’s strong arms catch you around your shoulders and pull you to his chest. 

“Careful there, darlin’,” he drawls, looking down at you. His face is so close his lips could brush yours easily. You lift your hands with the intention of pushing him away, but they rest on his chest instead. You meet his eyes and your breath catches in your throat. 

After a beat too long, you step out of his grasp. “I’m fine! Just clumsy,” just tipsy and more into him than you want to admit. 

“Sure, sweetheart,” Joel winks at you. Asshole. “I think I’m gonna hold on to you though. Just in case.” He takes your hand in his much much larger one, and you don’t protest. 

You’re almost home when you see a group of guys approaching. “Hey momma! What are you doing with an old guy like that?” one of the guys yells out. “Come home with me and I’ll show you a real man!” His buddies bust out in a fit of laughter. 

Joel stiffens and stops moving. He tugs you by the hand to the other side of his body, away from the boys heading your way, and tucks you into his side. His arm wraps around you protectively and his hand holds your hip in an iron grip, and he begins pulling you forward. 

You stumble along with him, struggling to match his long strides while being pressed so hard against him.

“Oh don’t be like that, sweetheart! Come over here!” the main guy shouts.

Joel’s hand curls into a fist on your hip and you hear him take a deep shuddering breath. “Listen,” he growls out, voice lower than you’ve ever heard it before. “You wrap your arm around me and you drag me away from those little boys over there, or there’s gonna be a problem.”

“Joel-” you start, shuddering at the gravelly way he’s speaking.

“No! You move. Now.” Something in his voice, the way his brow is lowered, the way his shoulders are tight with tension, tells you to listen to him. You wrap your arm tight around his waist, gripping his flannel in your hand and pull him away, not letting go until you reach your apartment.

As soon as you get to your door, you untangle yourself from Joel’s arm and turn to face him. He’s got a far off look in his pitch dark eyes and his whole body is trembling with anger. You have never seen him look anything like this. It’s kind of scary, but also kind of hot. 

“Joel?” He doesn’t acknowledge you, just keeps standing there with his hands balled into fists at his sides. You grab his face in your hands and force him to meet your eye. “Hey. Joel. Breathe, dude.” He tries to look away, but you don’t let him, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “Breathe with me, Joel.” You take deep calming breaths, waiting for him to match you. 

The tension in his body finally melts away, so you move to drop your hands from his face, but he catches your wrists in his hands before you can. “I’m sorry,” he says sincerely, brow furrowed. 

“Hey, no, it’s okay. It’s fine.” You’re not really sure what he’s sorry for. Protecting you? You rub soothing circles into his cheeks, feeling his rough stubble against the pads of your thumbs. His eyes drop from yours down to your lips and back up. He sighs and lets go of your wrists, but before he can move away, you slide your hands into his hair and surge forward to kiss him. 

He’s shocked into stillness at first, not really meeting the kiss, but all at once he’s wrapping one arm around your back and burying his other hand in your hair, holding you flush to him. 

Your lips move together perfectly, like all your bickering back and forth had given you an intuitive sense of each other’s rhythm. He slides his tongue along the seam of your lips and you groan, opening up for him. He tastes like whisky and something uniquely Joel and god you don’t ever want to stop kissing him. 

The scratch of his beard on your face and his arms completely surrounding you and his earthy scent filling your nose and his tongue invading your mouth… it’s all completely overwhelming. 

The world narrows to you and him, in this moment together. 

And then, suddenly it’s all crashing back into focus. Joel pulls away from you completely, putting several feet between your bodies. “Fuck! I’m sorry,” Joel says again, before turning on his heel and walking away. 

You stand in front of the door to your apartment, a little dazed and completely breathless, until you can’t see him anymore. 

Asshole.

A/N: This one gave me the runaround a bit. I couldn't figure out how to push them past arguing (flirting), but I think I got there. To my dear friends, thanks for the help, I needed it.

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[boredzillenial]

Hiii i have been loving how you write for Oscar Isaac’s characters so much especially with the King John one 😩. Anyways, can I request a blurb of Orestes from Agora with anything Valentine’s Day related? You can do it with another character if you haven’t watched Agora yet, I’m completely fine with anything you will put ^^

Hi Anon! I gave this my best crack so let’s see! No smut this go around just a writing exercise ☺️

My Dove

Orestes hears of a Saint that may span the hostility between him and his new bride.

Themes: just Orestes trying to win her over, and failing to keep himself from simping

Word count: (idk it’s short lol)

A.N: historical and movie reference mistakes abound — just for funsies don’t take this seriously lol

“A Saint?” Orestes questioned “Valentine?” He tasted the name, finding it strange on his tongue. “And what did he do exactly?”

Orestes’ advisor shrugged as he picked over the arrangement of fruits on the table, “died for something or another. You know how these Christians get, will celebrate anyone who dies for ‘em.” He grumbled as he tossed a scroll on the table only to snatch a cluster of grapes. “Heard the ladies say something about it being romantic though.” His wicked teasing grin grated against Orestes’ nerves.

“Christian’s and romance huh?” Orestes returned his advisors smirk with a tight lipped one of his own. “Who’d have thought.”

“Thought it may help with -“ Orestes halted the sentence with a stony look. “- sorry, sorry.” His advisor threw up his hands and he exited the dimly lit chambers. It was no secret that the arranged marriage of Orestes and a daughter of one of the leaders of the Christian movement was strained to say the least. But he was at his limit with his own men giving him shit for it.

Orestes was not one to shy away from an opportunity for power. So when occasion presented itself he took it, regardless of the rumors he’d heard of her. Though he didn’t agree with the Christian notion of forcing his wife to heel, he thought maybe this could be a bridge. Some shared respect for this new Saint to bring them together.

Orestes grabbed the scroll along with a bowl of her favorite fruits and sauntered down the hall. He filled his lungs slowly, intentionally, as he readied himself. This needs to work, I can’t continue on like this.

This marriage had quelled the violence in the streets and to her credit his wife was commanding in her call for peace. Especially when aided by her father who ensured the zealots yielded. But the violence only shifted from the streets into his home. ”She’s as gentle as a dove.” her father had claimed in his initial offer. What a lair.

While he knew what her father said she should do, to obey her husband, it seemed she never could find the strength to actually do so. ”You opportunistic snake!” she’d screamed on their wedding night when he came to bed. She’d tossed the nearest thing a which turned out to be one of their gifts, a beautiful ornamental bowl. ”Now is that any way to welcome your husband, my dove?” he’d shot back at her. Ever since that’d been her moniker. He shook his head and huffed at the memory, at least she has heart.

That memory alone sent his heart hammering and sweat moistening his palms. His footsteps echoed through the corridors softly as he neared the ornate doorway to the atrium, where she spent most of her days.

As he opened it wearily he cast his gaze across the expansive room. His position had granted him more than a fair bit of luxury, and she had insisted the atrium be filled with flowering plants and water features. There she laid along the edge of the pool, dress hiked up to her hip revealed deliciously smooth skin that glistened with beading sweat. Her leg making slow ripples in the water.

Orestes felt as if his heart stopped for a moment. With here defenses down like this, body relaxed in the morning light… Gods she was beautiful.

The sound of his next step alerted her to his presence. She shot up like a viper, quickly pulled her leg up and under her dress and glared at him. “What.” She hissed

“Have you heard of Valentine?” He strained to keep his voice casual and cast his gaze elsewhere in the room.

“Saint Valentine you mean,” Her voice betrayed her interest as she eyed the scroll in his hand. “I’ve heard mutterings.”

“Well,” He waggled the delicate paper for a moment as he moved, “if you care to know the story.” Carefully he placed it on a nearby bench along with the bowl of fruits beside it. Orestes strolled slowly back toward the doorway. “He was very brave.”

He heard quick shuffling and the rustle of parchment. “Wait -” Her voice echoed in the chamber.

Orestes stopped and turned slowly, a brow quirked in interest. “Yes, my dove?” The look on her face sent his heart hammering again. For a moment the features there had softened and a smile played at the edge of her lips before hardening again.

Her voice though, was gentle, “Thank you, Orestes.” Oh how she could so easily bring him to his knees when she chose to be soft.

He cleared his throat and gave a curt nod with a smile, “Of course.” With what little control he had left he turned and left the atrium. Once the doors closed behind him he leaned against them. She’s taken my soul, my dove…

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[strongsassysexysloane]

What You Deserve

Sum: Things get complicated when a case turns into a weekend away. Alcohol is consumed and flirtatious comments leads to...

⚠️ - Sex is mentioned, alcohol consumption, drinking, teasing.. nothing too salacious... yet.

It was always a shame that when you got a case in such a beautiful city, you never got to see the nice side of it. Especially when the hotel was actually decent for a change with a wonderful swimming pool. The team had wrapped up the case quicker than usual and the hotel had the rooms booked for another few days, the only problem was the Agency. They were always the problem.

“What is the point of having our own private jet if we can’t keep it for a few more days and enjoy a well deserved weekend off?” You’d been trying to reason with the higher ups for almost an hour now. Emily tried first, company money and time, they insisted and then you tried. You didn’t have enough pull as Emily did but you were more persistent.

Annoyingly so.

‘We need the jet back in-‘

“Why? It is this team’s personal jet. Who needs it back, when we are all here? We would be using the same amount of fuel..”

Emily was on her third tequila sunrise watching you with amusement. The others had dispersed around the bar, dancing or chatting with the locals. She had hung back to keep you under control but that was before she started drinking half an hour ago.

There was no more arguing with you.

‘It has been over an hour. I don’t know the time where you are, but I want to go home. Have the jet for two more days, fine. You can explain it on the budget next month.’

You smirked and Emily was shocked. “Oh I don’t have to deal with the budget, thanks.” And you hung up, much to Emily’s now new frustration.

“What about the bud-get?!” She was the one having to fill out those reports and give lengthy reasonings about where and why they used their budget.

You shrugged, “This will be put up for questioning next budget review I guess.” Your amusement growing more and more as Emily’s dwindled.

“Those meetings are already hell… This better be worth it.” She grumbled, sipping her drink.

“Just think –“ You paused, she glared at you over the glass. “- Or don’t, that works too.” You held up your hands and backed away, heading for the bar.

You informed the team that you’d secured the weekend for everyone to stay at the hotel. Only issue was you were bunked with Emily for another two nights. That wasn’t really a big issue. There were thankfully two beds to your saving grace but still being in a confined space with her for long periods of time was testing your will power. Not to mention her short sleep shorts.

Usually you managed to bunk with Reid or JJ but this time they got their own rooms and Emily made the call to take one for the team… Meaning bunking with you. Much to everyone’s amusement bar your own. Night one was fine, you were too tired to care. Now you were on night five and alcohol was involved, your will powerful was absolutely drained and Emily was drunk.

When you made it back to the table Emily and JJ were sitting at, you could see more empty glasses which meant she was onto her fifth cocktail.

“Think it’s time to cut you off.” You laughed at her instant frown. “Ok, stand up without swaying and hop on one leg.”

She instantly got up but JJ held on, her hand gripping her shoulder for balance. “This isn’t fair.”

You laughed watching her struggle to lift one foot even with JJ helping her. “Sit down Em.” You sighed, shaking your head.

.. >< ..

The night carried on. To Emily’s delight you didn’t cut her off which was your mistake. Now you were the one helping her walk back to the room. Her feet tripping over themselves which made it extremely difficult to walk let alone stand.

“You’re such a light weight.” You chuckled as she stumbled and leant more on you. “Jesus.” Her arm wrapping around your waist for a second to gain balance.

“Hey. Girls gotta let loose - once in a while.” She hiccupped and regained some balance, removing her hand from your waist.

Thankfully, you reached the room and got her inside and onto the bed. Her drunken smile watching you move around room. The heavy lifting was over, although now you had the task of helping her out of her clothes before she passed out. You handed her a glass of water and she drank it. Your mind going a million miles an hour, you weren’t far off being drunk yourself.

“You’re good at this.” She mumbled, giggled when your fingers tickled the bottom of her feet taking off her shoes. “Not asking permission before you undress me…” She quirked an eyebrow with a smirk. Even wasted Emily could pull off that look.

The thoughts running through your head weren’t innocent when she looked at you like that from this position on your knees in front of her. “Please, I’d be far more seductive undressing you if sex was on the table.” Your eyes slammed closed, and you wanted to hit your head against a brick wall.

“Who said it wasn’t.” She snickered. Not at all regretting flirting with you when you looked like this.

This woman was going to be the death of you. “Do you want help or not?” You looked up at her, legs hanging off the end of the bed where you plopped her, hair a mess, shirt twisted but somehow, she was still the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen.

“Is sex on the table if I say yes or no?”

“Emily.” You warned and she sighed.

“You’re no fun when drunk. Yes, can I please have help, don’t think I can stand up without it.” She laughed, attempting to stand up but she couldn’t get the momentum. “Nope.”

“Here.” You grabbed her hand and with a bit of momentum on her part, you managed to stand her up. Her hand fell from yours and rested on your waist. “Don’t.” Her hand didn’t listen, it went on exploring and snuck under your top. It took all your will power not to moan at the touch.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t-“ Something must’ve clicked in her drunken brain because she instantly retracted her hand from your skin. She shook her head, trying to shake away the thoughts, the alcohol was melting away her walls and rules.

“Hey,-“ You were soft, your hand coming up to cup her cheek and draw her eyes back to you. “Let me help you, then I’ll get you another glass of water and tuck you in.” You threw in a wink and a smile to calm her beating heart and it worked. It didn’t help your racing heart after her touch and how she was looking at you, but she needed help right now and your feelings took a back seat for now.

There was a quick nod and you proceeded to unbutton her shirt and take it off then you helped her undo her trousers. Nothing was said between you, both of you silent and breathy controlling your impure thoughts. You’d never get the image of her in her underwear out of your head and you didn’t want to.

She sat back down on the bed and curled up under the covers.

“I’ll be right back.” You brushed her hair out of her face and swore you heard her purr at the touch.

The bathroom was a saving grace, you took a minute to settle your nerves. Undressing Emily took all your will power, touching her skin was intoxicating and you worked quick as not to wonder. She didn’t seem to mind but then in her state she did put sex on the table. You shook your head and filled up a glass of water for her.

She passed out almost right away after you tucked her in. You made sure she drank the water before falling asleep then you got ready for bed. It was late so sleep came easy but your dreams had you squirming.

The sun didn’t wake you but the sound of someone puking did. Your eyes flickered open and there it was again. Last night quickly came back to you and you shot out of bed. “Em!”

“Don’t come in here!” She quickly flicked the door and it slammed shut in your face.

“Come on. I can hold your hair up at least.”

“No!” She yelled before throwing up again. “Why didn’t you stop me from drinking?!” She coughed and flushed the toilet. Her head hadn’t felt this bad since her late teen years.

You shook your head and leant back against the wall. “Oh gee, like I could stop you, I suggested it five drinks in. You had other ideas.” There was the tap and you heard her brushing her teeth so you walked back to bed. “You’re cut off from drinking for the rest of the weekend though.” You grumbled and flopped back into bed, your head wasn’t feeling that great either.

“Excuse me?” Her hands were on her hips as your rolled over to look. “Did you suddenly become miss boss over night?”

“Fine, drink. Go sleep in Morgan’s room, he might take you up on the sex offer you so readily gave out to me last night.” Your words did the exact thing they intended, she blanched.

Her hands fell from her sides, one came up to cradle her forehead. “I didn’t... did I? You’re screwing with me, right?”

“Pretty sure you were the one wanting to be screwed...” You couldn’t believe you were having this conversation and before coffee too.

She walked over to your bed. “I’m sorry I di- I’m sorry.”

The fact that she stopped herself from retracting the statement had you perplexed, and you rolled over onto your side. Thankfully you had the sheet pulled up over your waist because her hand came out and rested on your hip.

“Thank you for being my saviour.” Her thumb rubbed circles over the sheet.

“Always, now is sex still on the table or is that just a drunk Emily thing?” You got a shove for that and you both laughed. “Drunk Emily. Got it.” Two could play at the teasing game.

She shook her head and walked back over to her bed. “You’re something else.” Her back was to you so she could hide the massive blush all over her face. “Might rest up a bit before showing my face at breakfast.”

“It’s only early, go back to sleep. I’ll wake you before breakfast is over.”

You set your alarm to wake you both up later, thankfully, because you drifted back into your dreams. Dreams where Emily made good on her drunken wishes. The beeping woke you up before it got really good, and you groaned.

An amused Emily was perched on her elbow looking at you. “Good dream?”

Her amused smirk gave away that she’d woken up before the alarm and heard you in your sleep. The blush started to heat up your cheeks. “Might’ve been.” You sheepishly looked away from her daring gaze and hopped out of bed. “Breakfast time.”

“Oh, I took the liberty of ordering us room service, I hope you don’t mind.”

You just shrugged, yawning as you walked to the bathroom and away from her inquisitive gaze.

“Got time for a quickie if you get back in bed.”

You almost walked into the bathroom door at her words.

She must’ve heard the oomph sound because you could hear her laugh before she clarified. “A quick nap.”

“Yeah sure, that’s what you meant.” Sexually frustrated you was beginning to show, “You had your chance.” You said as you turned on the tap and splashed your face, trying to wake up quicker.

There was shuffling from the room. “Was thinking after breakfast we could go down to the pool. Morgan texted and said him and JJ were hitting the bar later –“

“No bar!”

She chuckled, “Oh there will be bar but no tequila, I think I’ve finally learnt my lesson with that one.” She watched you as you padded around the room, looking anywhere but at her. The fact that she’d woken up at the first alarm you’d set but quickly hit snooze and stayed awake to hear you moan her name had her legs twitching. Plus, the memories from last night were flooding back, the look you gave her had her wishing she hadn’t been that intoxicated and followed through.

You grabbed your clothes for the day, opting to put your bikini on underneath to save time later. As you were getting changed and thinking of anything to get your mind of Emily in bed, the room service arrived. It smelt amazing. Emily was perched at the small table with two plates of everything you could want from the buffet.

“This looks amazing.”

“I’m hoping it’ll settle my raging hangover.” She chomped on a hashbrown.

Breakfast was spent in silence, both of you were too hungry to carry any further banter. Although you could feel her eyes on you. A text notification broke the silence and it was Penelope wondering where you two were. They were already pool side. Another text came through and it was of Morgan sipping a drink in the pool. If you were straight that would be a site to see but it did nothing for you.

“Guess I better slip into something for the pool.” She winked as she hopped up from the table.

You prayed she had her back turned before the blush tinged your face as your brain was going ballistic with images of Emily in a bikini although your brain didn’t need to imagine for too long.

A few minutes later she walked out of the bathroom in just a red bikini and the beach towel wrapped around her waist. Why was it always red?

“You coming?”

You realised you had been staring for far too long and she had a very amused smirk on her face. “Be right down.” You needed a moment to cool off but even that wouldn’t happen.

She was in the pool by the time you got down and sat beside Penelope. “I think I need a drink.” You grumbled to an amused Garcia. Your eyes hadn’t left Emily’s body as she ducked underwater.

“Morgan, get Y/N a strong drink!” She shouted from her seat over to Morgan at the bar. He just smirked in response and relayed your order to the bartender. “Best way to cure a hangover, keep drinking.”

Before you could get the relief of alcohol, Emily popped up at the pools edge. “Don’t make me get out and pull you in.”

Your brain went fuzzy before Penelope shoved your shoulder. “Go. She’ll make us both wet.”

You wanted to punch the cute blonde for that remark but thankfully Morgan handed you your drink before anyone could do anything.

“Don’t think I wont push you in with a drink in hand.”

“Come on, shes practically begging you. If only I got that sort of attention from-“

“Hey!” Garcia shoved Morgan.

“Sorry baby girl.” He grinned and kissed her forehead.

You took a long swig of your drink and stood up, unwrapping the towel from around your waist. It took all your will power to avoid Emily’s eyes as you walked up to the pool. You could feel her eyes on you as you walked around and found the steps.

Was it to delay the process and for her to check you out? Absolutely.

You had no idea where this confidence was coming from but you held onto it, diving under the water and going up the opposite end to where she was.

“She’s playing dirty. I knew I liked her.” Morgan chuckled and got a raised eyebrow from Emily. “Oh, she’s all yours. I know better.” He smirked, watching Emily swim towards you. “This could be trouble."

Pen just grinned. “They deserve each other.”

They laughed and continued to not so subtly watch this play out. “I’m so glad we got the weekend off.” Derek smirked.

. . . . . . . . .

Let me know what you think, unsure how quickly updates will come. Most of it is written just needs to be edited. I dislike editing so comments and positivity will help ;)

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[curvingsunsets]

hello! I was wondering if you could do a Eddie Munson x male reader where reader works at scoops ahoy with robin and Steve, and eddie frequently stops by to bug them and (very adamently and openly) flirt with the Reader and eventually the reader flirts back? if not or if any of it goes against your rules that's completely fine!! I just cannot find enough male reader content for him

The Scoops Boy

Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

A/N: OF COURSE I CAN. And i totally agree there’s not nearly enough male!reader stuff for the boy. Fair warning i’m so bad at flirting and it most definitely shows.

“Please, Steve you could barely tie your shoes that day let alone remember the plot of Back to The Future,” Robin rolls her eyes, dropping the new tub of rocky road into the case.

Steve desperately tried to defend himself, “Listen, all i’m saying is that if Marty played the song before it came out, can’t he sue for copyright or something?”

You snort in disbelief. “Robin, you are right. Steve really is a dingus,” you flick the back of his head playfully before closing the register drawer.

Steve’s hands raise in defense. His question would remain unanswered as a curly haired boy pushed through the glass doors. His eyes quickly meet yours, a confident smile playing on his lips. “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he leans over the counter.

“Hello to you too, Eddie,” Robin scoffs, waving at him.

“What’s up, Buckley?” he shoots her a nod. “Who’s the pretty boy?” he points over towards you, giving you a surge of butterflies that you so desperately tried to brush away.

“His name is Y/N,” Steve introduces you.

Eddie turns his full attention to you, extending a hand for you to shake. “My name’s Eddie. Like Van Halen but…way way cooler.”

And that was only the beginning of Eddie Munson’s visits. Almost every one of your shifts it seemed the boy would be there at least twice, tossing endearing and seemingly flirty comments your way. You just brushed them off, though. Viewed them the same as the comments he’d give Steve as the amount of times Eddie would call Steve something like “pretty boy” or “gorgeous” was uncountable. So, you played it off as it just being his personality. Besides, you didn’t want to assume anything and be wrong. Although one night, those assumptions turned out to be true.

It was another boring evening slinging ice cream, the mall dead and you’d probably served two people in the beginning of your shift and have been dead since. For once, the theatric entrance of Eddie Munson was a welcome disturbance. You never noticed it before, but this was your first time alone with Eddie.

“How’s it going, pretty boy?” he greeted, then noticed your missing companions. “Where’s thing one and thing two?” he asked.

“Sent em home,” you shrug. “It’s been pretty quiet here tonight. Steve has some lame date and Robin just wanted to go home. Not that I mind? Its kinda nice being free from the teasing. Not that I don’t enjoy the teasing every now and again, but I really wasn’t feeling it tonight. And now i’m kind of over sharing and it’s making me seem kinda silly. I don’t know. I’m kinda bored, to be honest,” you duck down below the counter to grab some cleaning supplies. “Can I get you actual ice cream? It’ll be on the house.”

He blinks for a moment before letting out a soft laugh. “You really are something, Y/N.”

You blink at him, nerves sort of fizzling away at the sight of his kind eyes. You try not to make too much of a thing of it and shoot back, “You’re not too bad yourself, Munson.”

Somehow, his smile grows and he shifts on his feet. He crosses his arms over his chest and sits at the small table closest to the counter. “Mind if i stay?”

“Be my guest”

It’s quiet for a little, the only sound in the shop being the soft squirting of the bottle of Winex you’d used to clean the case. As you turned to put the cleaner away, you caught Eddie’s gaze. “Got something on your mind, Munson?”

He tries to play off the fact that his eyes never left your person as you cleaned. He’s quick to shift the subject back to you, “While I’d love to watch a pretty boy like you clean an ice cream display case, I realize I don’t know too much about you. And it’s only right to learn more before I say anything else.”

You gathered your thoughts as you sat up on the counter. “Well, I graduated from the high-school last year. My dog’s name is Francis. I do not know how to ride a bike. I’m currently so desperately trying to learn guitar. Now tell me about yourself.”

“Fair is fair,” he raises his brows at you. “I live with my uncle, my favorite scent is the kind of smell of wet pavement after it rains, I once spent two months when I was eight with a lego frog stuck in my left ear-“

You cut him off with laughter. “Two months?”

“Two months. It’s true,” he nods and joins your laughter, explaining the elaborate way he’d gotten it out, dramatically re-enacting the entire scenario.

As it dies down, you capture Eddie’s appearance, his pick necklace dangling over his ring-clad hands, his hair somehow tousled in the best way.

He notices your staring and makes his way over behind the counter. “Now it’s your turn to tell me what’s on your mind, sweetheart,” he says it softly, a playful smirk decorating his soft eyes.

The butterflies start up, but there’s a hint of confidence- or is it comfort? Whatever it is, it drives you to say, “Can you blame me for staring?” You watch him carefully, making sure that the two of you were on the same wavelength.

“Not at all, sweetheart. It’s definitely not like I’ve been trying to flirt with you since the first time I walked into this stinking place.”

Your eyes meet his finally, a shrug pulling at your shoulders. “Guess I just couldn’t believe that the Eddie Munson was interested in someone like me.”

His eyes light up. “Oh please, I know I only know so much about you by only seeing you behind this counter, but i’ve never met someone like you. You’re funny, and handsome, and you love making Harrington as annoyed as I make him.” He moves over to lean on the counter next to you. “To top it off, you even make this hideous looking sailor outfit actually look good. So of course I’d be interested in someone like you.” He pulls at one of the loose threads at your knee. “If this isn’t what I think it is, just give me the word and we can pretend this never happened-“

“Nono!” you reassure him. “This is…exactly what you think it is and I am so relieved to hear you say that.” You feel the tenseness in his muscles release as you say it. You bring your hand to rest on top of his, helping him calm down.

He takes a moment to speak again, collecting his thoughts and making sure his heart doesn’t literally explode out of his chest. He looks up at you with gentle eyes. “I really did mean it when I said you make this sailor outfit look good.”

You let out a giggle, nodding your head while examining the cheesy getup. You look back up at him and nudge his shoulder with yours. “Are you this chummy with Harrington, too?”

He shakes his head, scrunching his nose. “Nah. Never this close. And besides, I just do it to make him anxious. With you, handsome, I actually mean it.”

Your cheeks start to hurt with how long you’d been holding your smile. “You wanna prove it?”

Eddie can’t hold back his amused laugh as he nods. “How about Saturday? I’ll take you out for some real ice cream and if you don’t totally hate me by then, we can catch a movie?”

“Sounds like you’ve got yourself a date, Munson,” you sigh happily, noting the clock’s time. “Looks like I’m closed. How about tonight instead?” you ask, eliciting a smile and nod from the boy next to you.

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[miracles-and-butterflies]

Well... Talking about it, will someone else ask to spend time with Mirabel?

Oh, definitely.

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“And how are my girls doing today?”

“I’m feeling great,” Luisa croaked. Ignoring her father’s look of concern as she spoke. “And I’ve got Mira to sip some water.”

“You didn’t think to have some yourself?” He asked, pulling back the coffee he had gone to offer her.

“I’m not sick, Papa. I just lost my voice. It was all for a worthy cause.”

Luisa took the coffee anyways, gratefully sipping at it before relaxing back. Mirabel blinked her eyes open a bit and saw the cup, putting her hands around Luisa’s to feel some of its warmth.

“Still feeling cold, Miraboo?”

“Only a little. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. And that’s okay. We can get you some more layers. Maybe a hot water bottle. Though it’s probably your body running low, you need to try eating something.”

“We need to change the bandages too.” Luisa said. “Bled through ‘em.”

Through some rare power that he doubts will ever work again, Agustín had managed to convince Luisa to part with Mirabel for a while.

Maybe it had something to do with her throat.

Yeah. It was probably that.

Beyond sounding awful and scratchy, it must actually hurt. So fair to her.

It was Mirabel who had looked more upset and against the idea, but she was too pained to really do anything.

He had taken some of the blankets and pillows from Luisa’s room with Mirabel when returning her to her own room. For warmth and comfort’s sake.

He had tried to distract her with some knitting, which Mirabel also seemed keen to do. She was just too dizzy for it - in hindsight, it was a doomed idea; she was still struggling to sit up alone. There was little chance in her doing anything.

She was just miserable.

Isabela had joined them at some point while Agustín was changing bandages. With all the liveliness and enthusiasm they didn’t have.

“Good morning, Isa.” He greeted.

“Morning, Papa.” She said. “Morning, sis. How are you feeling?”

Mirabel, too busy focusing on not looking at her leg, clutching onto her tear stained pillow for dear life with her eyes squeezed shut, didn’t give any response.

“What’s Luisa doing? Shouldn’t she be trying to bite our heads off for taking Mirabel from her?”

“She lost her voice again, so I assume she’s downstairs trying to convince your mother to heal her.”

Isabela snickered. “I’m telling you, she’s jealous of my soprano.”

“Not singing, reading this time.”

“Oh yeah, she came down asking Dolores for a brass thing or something because it was in the book,” she trailed off, turning back to Mirabel.

Isabela shifted her gaze to the leg.

“Does it still hurt? Um— wait, sorry, that’s a stupid question. Don't answer that. Of course it does. It looks terrible.”

“She can’t walk or stand on it either,” Agustín added.

“Holy fuck,” Isabela cursed under her breath. “Do you remember much of yesterday, sis?”

Mirabel just shook her head a little.

“Well… I got you to start telling me about the French Revolution. You could finish doing that?”

“It’s fine. I wouldn’t want to bore you, Isa.”

Isabela sat on the floor in front of Mirabel, crossed leg like a kid at school. She leaned over and tapped her sister’s hand.

“Come on, you have all those facts in your head for no reason and I’m asking you to share them. Besides, Dolores told me there was plenty of characters to hate and cheer for when they die in this.”

“It’s history, Isabela. They were real people. Human beings who feel and make mistakes. Yet their legacies have been tarnished by their enemies and propaganda—”

“See? I knew you couldn’t help yourself.”

#encanto #encanto karma au #ask me anything #my writing #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #agustín madrigal #dolores madrigal #julieta madrigal

[imagineanime2022]

You Get Cheated On

Lucifer X Reader, Mammon X Reader, Leviathan X Reader, Satan X Reader, Asmodeus X Reader, Beelzebub X Reader, Belphegor X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: So like...I got cheated on recently and this sucks so damn much. Because I'm in a poly and my other partner already forgave him and it just hurts that I'm being so wrathful about it I can't even stand him talking to me. And I was wondering if I could request the obey me peeps reacting to a character going through something like that. If not it's fine currently just having so much self hatred and that game makes me feel better because I don't think they have a cheating option 😭

Lucifer

📚 Lucifer expected this to happen the moment that you introduced him to your new demon partner. 📚 The thing that gets to him most was that he wasn’t able to protect you from the pain he caused you so instead he supported you through it. 📚 He offered on more than one occasion to deal with the lowly demon but you turned him down. 📚 Then he came crawling back and while you were angry when you looked at him, you still wondered if you were being too but Lucifer wasn’t having any of that.

It all started when you walked into his office one evening. He was in the middle of paperwork but he glanced up long enough to see that there was something bothering you “is there something I can help you with (Y/N)?” He asked. “I wanted to ask you something, you know since you’ve been helping me with everything.” You explained and he nodded, putting down the pen to give you his full attention. “Well he asked me today if I wanted to try again.” You explained and Lucifer raised an eyebrow waiting for you to continue, though expressing his distaste at the idea. “Am I being harsh by still being angry at him?” “No.” Lucifer answered and while he didn’t think that he needed to elaborate he continued for the sake a transparency “he took (R/L) of your life and then threw it all away for 1 night of pleasure, honestly I don’t even think Asmodeus is that stupid.” “But-” “You aren’t angry because of what he did, you're angry because of everything that he took from you, would you expect a stab wound to heal after 24 hours?” “No.” You answered. “Then give yourself time, there’s a whole house of people here that want to help you and I promise that no matter what choice you make we’ll still be here afterwards.” He said softly. “And just so you know if I were in your position I would never forgive the person who did this to me.” “Really?” You asked and he nodded. “Now enough about them, let’s get something to eat and maybe the others will have some suggestions on how to spend the night.” He offered.

Mammon

💳 You had come to find him when it happened, you buried your face in his chest as you cried and honestly if you looked at his face you’d see that he was bright red. 💳 Once he finally managed to get what happened out of you he left you with Beel while he made an example of the poor demon. 💳 Mammon actually had his fair share of cheating partners because of the circles that he hangs with. 💳 While he had never been good at dealing with his own issues he’d be damned if he let you go through the pain he had alone or let you deal with it the same way he did.

Mammon walked into your room arms full of things that he remembered you buying for your partner “what are you doing with all that stuff?” You asked. “Hm? Oh it’s important ya get back what ya gave to ‘em ya know?” He asked with a shrug before dumping everything on the floor and hopping over the pile to sit next to you. “Everyone’s saying I’m being too harsh on him.” You mumbled as you scrolled through your DDD. “It doesn't matter what they think.” Mammon muttered as he pulled the device from your hand and threw it on the side table. “Easy for you to say they aren’t texting you and telling you that you just need to try again.” You mumbled. “Do you want to try again?” He asked. “I don’t know.” You answered. “Everything was fine before this point.” “Right but ya think he’ll do it again?” He asked. “I don’t know if it’s something about me-” “This is about him wantin’ too much, nothin’ to do with you.” Mammon turned to you and pulled you into a hug “trust me love.” “You think we can stay like this for a little while?” You asked. “Y-yea.” He answered, happy for the time to make the redness in his face go away.

Leviathan

🎮 Levi honestly believed that he’d be the last person that anyone would come to when it came to relationship comfort, he’d played otome games before but he’d never actually had a real relationship. 🎮 That being said when you knocked on his door all teary eyed, speeding through the events of the past few hours. 🎮 He invited you in and he waited for you to talk again, he sat opposite you and let you play with his fingers or sleeves until you were ready to talk, might even give you his tail if you expressed a love for it. 🎮 Levi just wants to see you smile again but instead get something he wasn’t expecting and something that he needed to fix.

Levi watched as you played with his tail for a second before you finally looked at him “Is it my fault?” You asked, you felt his tail tense under your touch and when you looked up you could see that his whole body hand tense before he crawled towards you taking your hands. This has nothing to do with you.” He said and you looked at him and frowned. “How do you know that?” You asked. “I just do, your the best thing that ever happened to me… and my brothers all we did was fight before you came along, you save our family and anyone would be lucky to have you, he’s stupid to think that he could find someone better than you.” Levi said but immediately realized how close he was to you so dropped your hands and put an appropriate distance between you before talking again “I don’t think that I should be the one giving you advice about all this.” “I came to you for a reason Levi.” You answered honestly as you looked at him and smiled. “Me why?” He asked. “I like being around you, it’s nice, you know.” You answered. “I know that you aren’t going to tell me to give him another chance or make me feel like an idiot for being angry at him.” “Of course not, you should be angry at him.” Levi frowned. “He hurt you.” “Thanks.” You smiled, you crawled towards him grabbing the console that he was playing before and handed it to him before curling up in lap and closing your eyes. Levi didn’t say anything but he was sure of one thing: he'd protect you from anything that hurt you even if it meant getting rid of a demon or two.

Satan

🐈 Satan was actually the one that found you, screaming at the top of your lungs, hands wildly moving as you stepped towards the demon. When he heard what you were saying he figured out what happened and decided that the best way to deal with this was to get you out of the situation. 🐈 Satan managed to grab you despite your erratic movements, grab you and carry you away even if you protested the whole time. 🐈 He took you back to his room and blocked the door to stop you from leaving, he waited for you to calm down before trying to talk to you, he watched as you paced the room or completely destroyed it. 🐈 He was well accustomed to the anger and what it caused so he wasn’t angry with you instead he waited for you to talk to him.

“I’m sorry.” You finally said. “What are you apologizing for?” He asked. “I probably ruined your day, you know with you having to stop me, I know I shouldn’t be this angry-” “Why shouldn’t you be angry?” He asked. “Last I checked he was your boyfriend.” “Technically he still is.” You shrugged. “Mmm, well when he agreed to be your boyfriend I’m sure that came with the understanding that you belong to each other and I don’t see you going around and kissing every demon that you see, you respected the rules that you made, you have every right to be angry in fact I would be more worried if you weren’t.” Satan answered as he walked towards you. “However, if you are going to be angry make sure to keep yourself safe.” “Huh?” You asked. “I need you to promise that you won’t pick a fight unless there’s someone to back you up, the demons here are sadistic and they will do anything to cement their rank, and you may be strong enough to fight one of them but you won’t be able to fight his friends.” Satan explained. “So please be safe.” “Alright next time I pick a fight I’ll come find you first.” You nodded and he rolled his eyes before walked over and taking your face in his hands. “You promise?” He asked. “I-I promise.” You nodded, taken aback by his seriousness. “Now I think it’s time for a distraction.” He said as he pulled you over to his bed “choose something to read.” “Hmm?” You asked. “I’ll read to you.” He said softly as one of his many stray walked over and settled on your lap. “Find your favorite story and read me that one.” You answered, he smiled as he walked over to a book with purpose, picking a book and distracting you with a story.

Asmodeus

💅 Asmo was there when you found out, you had both decided to go out last minute and when you got to the club it started off well. 💅 You were both having fun until you caught sight of your partner across the dance floor with their lips on someone else's, Asmo noticed what you were looking at and decided to get you away from it. 💅 You followed like a zombie back to the house Asmo took you back to his room and sat you on his bed. 💅 Asmo made sure to close the door so that you weren’t bothered before walking over to check on you.

“How are you doing love?” He asked as he walked over to the vanity to get come make up wipes. “I don’t know.” You answered. “So talk.” He said softly as he started to take off your makeup. “I don’t know, I just… I want to be angry at them but I- I don’t know if I should be.” You answered. “Well why wouldn’t you be?” Asmo asked moving to take your hair out. “Well we still had a good time together and you're all demons so it’s probably different here then it is back home.” You answered and Asmo reached around directing your gaze to him. “You're making excuses for them.” He frowned, “I can promise you that it is only different for a certain race of demons, even if I would like to find a partner one day.” “It is?” You asked. “Mmm.” Asmo hummed, running his hands through your hair before coming back around to look at you. “It’s okay to view the relationship and memories as a good experience as well as acknowledge that the way that it ended was unfavorable.” “It is?” You asked. “Well do you like being here? With us?” He asked. “Yeah.” You answered. “Even if the way that you got here scared you and the first few weeks were hard?” He asked. “Well yeah.” You nodded. “All those memories that you have are yours to hold, it doesn’t matter what other people think, this happened to you and your feelings are the only ones that matter and I’ll be here until you don’t need me anymore.” Asmo promised and you looked at him and smiled. “There will never be a day that I don’t need you.” You answered honestly, he stood and climbed behind you on the bed pulling you into him. “Then I’ll be here forever.” He promised as you relaxed into him “but we’ll take this one day at a time healing is a slow process.” “Thank you.” You said softly. “I’ll always be here, my angel.” He said softly deciding that he was going to have to ask his brother for a little bit of help to make sure that you were kept in good spirits while you decided what you did next.

Beelzebub

🍔 Beel had heard about what had happened between you and the demon you had been dating and he refused to leave your side since finding out. 🍔 Beel knew that he was going to try and corner you and get you to agree to forget about everything but he knew that you were angry and you needed time to work through that. 🍔 Beel literally followed you everywhere and dragged you with him when he needed to go. 🍔 It all paid off when their friends approached you both to talk about everything and while he let you talk there was only so much that he was going to allow and the moment that they said anything uncalled for he’d put an end to it.

“Come on just think about letting it go, you humans are so sensitive.” One of them laughed as they leaned over your shoulder taking some food from your plate, Beel let out a soft warning growl that reminded you that he was even there. “I’m not going to forgive him, he hasn’t even said that he was sorry.” You answered. “What is there to be sorry for?” Another one of them asked with a shrug. “What?” You asked. “I think your over reacting you know walking around with your guard dog, your just being a but stupid.” One of them said, Beel stood from where he was sitting standing behind you in a protective stance. “Get lost.” Beel ordered. “Don’t ever call them stupid!” “Sorry big guy, just think about it yeah?” The first one suggested before walking away from you all followed them. “Come on, let's go home.” Beel suggested as he walked around in front of you crouching. “What are you doing?” You asked. “Come on,” He gestured for you to climb on his back and you gave him a small smile and climbed on. You were walking for a little while before you spoke. “Maybe I am being stupid.” You mumbled, you felt Beel stop mid step. “Are you okay?” “What did you say?” He asked. “Would you tell me that I was stupid for still being angry at Lucifer for taking Belphie away from me?” Beel asked. “No he’s your twin-” “So why are you stupid for feeling things?” Beel asked. “No matter what happens, you should feel how you feel and not the way that people tell you to feel. I don’t know if that made sense.” You felt his hands tighten around your thighs. “No that made sense, thank you Beel.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek as you rested your chin on his shoulder. “Don’t worry you’ll always have me and Belphie.” He promised. “I’m not sure that your brother would like you sighing away his life.” You laughed and he shrugged. “He won’t mind.” Beel answered as he continued on his way home.

Belphegor

💤 Belphie found out because your phone's constant buzzing woke him up, he groaned as he looked over and saw that someone was trying to call you but you were ignoring it. 💤 He reached over burying his face in your stomach and smiled as he felt you playing with his hair but the more your phone ran the more it aggravated him. 💤 Finally he sat up rubbing his eyes and glaring at your phone, you looked over at it but what scared him was the anger on your face, you didn’t even look at him like that after what he had done. 💤 Belphie crawled around so that he was sitting in front of you before asking what happened, you told him and honestly it took everything in him not to go find the person that did this to you and strangle them.

“So what’s he calling for?” Belphie asked, handing you his pillow before reaching over and turning your DDD off completely. “He wants to go back to the way that things were.” You answered. “Do you?” Belphie asked as he moved around to the back of you so that he could wrap his arms around you and the pillow resting his head on your shoulder. “Maybe I should.” You shrugged, knocking his head slightly “sorry.” “Don’t worry about it… Wait, why would you get back with him? you can’t even answer the phone to him.” Belphie asked. “Well I’m still angry at him, I just maybe if we’re back together I’ll be able to get over it and then everything will be okay.” You explained. “The only way that things are going to get any better is if you make the choice, don’t let others make that choice for you.” He said softly “trust me I know what that’s like.” “You don’t think it’s stupid to be angry at him?” You asked, Belphie grunted. “You know it’s not the same thing but sometimes when I look at Lucifer I still feel angry for the years that he took from me and the years he planned to take from me, the only reason that I’m even out of the attic was you, and I don’t think that I’ll ever be able to make that anger go away.” He explained as he took your hands “but you were the one that gave me the chance to forgive him, you gave me the ability to choose and you deserve that more than anything.” “But for how long?” You asked. “As long as you need, it doesn't matter as long as you are happy with the choice you made, one day you’ll just know what you want to do.” He said softly. “And you know until you know what you want, Beel can keep you company. He scares everyone away.” “I don’t know why.” You laughed. “Doesn’t matter.” He said as he squeezed your sides. “It’s late, though you should get some rest, I’ll be here when you wake up.” “Thanks Belphie.” You mumbled as you leaned back into him, he didn’t say anything back but he made sure to direct your dreams to something comforting and happy.

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[player1064]

February 2004

WIP asks but it's just the various sections of my happy (???) beville (/angsty carraville) WIP

ohohoho I loooove this section tbh. not sure WHY i love it but I do it's got it all it's got angst it's got fluff it's got gary being pathetic.... beautiful

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February, 2004.

“Are you at Old Trafford yet?”

“Still in the car, we’re not due out on pitch for warm-up for another hour still.”

On the other side of the car’s back seat, Scholesy is sat slumped against the window, staring out with a bored expression. There’s no music playing – they can never agree on what radio station to tune to, and Gary spends most drives to matches on the phone with Becks anyway. He feels a bit guilty, though, ignoring him the whole drive, even if they have spent all morning together.

“Tell me when you get there, yeah?”

“Becks, I swear, you’re worse than my dad. I’ve only been doin’ this ten years, haven’t I? I’ll give the finger to one of the cameras just for you, how’s that sound?”

Next to him, Scholesy groans.

“Don’t, Gaz,” he says, “you’ll get fined.”

At the same time, down the phone Becks is saying “not sure that’s worth the fine, babe.”

“The two ‘a yous are always ganging up on me, it’s not fair.”

“Tell Scholesy I’m giving him a big wet kiss next time I see him.”

“I’m not tellin’ him that.”

“Is he threatenin’ to kiss me again? Tell him I’ll drop out of England squad next week if he does that.”

“Scholesy says he can’t wait to give you a nice big snog when we get to London on Monday.”

David laughs, pretty and perfect and it makes Gary’s chest ache just hearing it, makes him wish they could just skip the stupid match and get to Monday already.

“Good luck today, Gaz,” he says warmly, “you’ll smash ‘em, I know you will. I love you.”

Gary pulls a face at that, aware that Scholesy is watching him, that he can see his blush creeping up and know exactly what David’s saying to him. These things have always seemed to come so easily to David, it’s baffling. The first time he’d told Gary he loved him, a million years ago, Gary had blinked and said ‘do you fuck’, then spent the next ten minutes scrambling to assure him that he knows, that he knows, that there’s been no lack of affection on David’s part to make him doubt it. That he loves him too.

“Yeah,” he says now, darting his eyes towards Scholesy who looks away, pretends not to be listening. He clears his throat. “You too.”

*

When they walk into Old Trafford, the receptionist at the staff entrance calls for him to wait a second before going through to the dressing room. In the blink of an eye, Gary finds his arms being loaded up with chocolates, and roses, and a stupid little teddy bear with the Manchester United crest on it.

He shuffles into the dressing room awkwardly, struggling to see around the giant bouquet, and just as he’d expected (dreaded) he’s met with teasing cheers and wolf-whistles when he walks in and drops them into his locker.

He snaps his phone open and texts David ‘you are horrible <3’, before looking around the room with a glare and saying “not a fucking word”.

“Look at you, Nev,” Butty says with a grin, because he never just keeps his mouth shut. “You’re more popular than Giggsy, who’d’ve thought?”

Giggsy raises an eyebrow. “Is he fuck, those are obviously just long-distance guilt gifts. I’m the one who actually has a chance of getting laid tonight.”

Gary looks down at the floor, scratches at his head awkwardly. “I think he jus’ doesn’t want me feelin’ bad that we can’t do any of the Valentines nonsense this year.”

He swear he sees Roy lean towards John and mutter “he’s feeling guilty about something, that’s for sure”. But what would that even mean?

*

He should be focused on the game. He’s always focused on the game. Single-minded, that’s him.

Today, though, he can’t stop thinking about what Roy had said, about the concerned look he’d given Becks’ stupid flowers.

Surely, surely he hadn’t meant –

Because why would he even think that?

There’s still a game to win, though, and Gary does try to get on with it. Except that when he dives (yes, he dives, he’s in the penalty box – of course he dives, anyone would) and the City players start yelling at him, he feels everything bubbling up inside him and oh god, the Boss is going to kill him.

He storms back to the dressing room and is tugging off his shirt to go shower when his phone starts ringing, because of course it does. Because, if he was thinking clearly, he’d’ve been worried if it didn’t.

“I was provoked, Becks,” he says when he picks it up, skipping the greeting.

“You silly cow,” Becks replies softly, like he’s not disappointed. Like Gary’s not just put the cup at risk. “No you weren’t. What’d you go and do that for?”

“He –”

“Gaz, that’s a three match suspension.”

Gary’s been a professional footballer for ten years now, he knows perfectly well that he’s going to get a three match suspension, so he’s not sure why Becks feels the need to remind him of it. It’s not the sort of thing he’d rub in his face, when he knows that Gary’ll be getting the hairdryer treatment any minute now. When he knows it’ll mean –

Oh, god.

International break starts on Monday.

“Becks,” he says desperately, apologetically. “Becks, I forgot – I weren’t thinkin’, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it doesn’t have to mean – I can still come down, with the lads. I know I can’t train, but – but I can still come. We can still –”

“Gaz.” David sighs. “D’you really think the Boss would let you do that?”

Fuck.

*

“Boss,” he says, voice wobbly, “Boss, please. Double my fine, or – or bench me, but please. Just one day, not even that – half a day, and I’d be back for the next morning’s training.”

It feels a similar situation to the one he’d been in last summer, stood alone in front of Sir Alex’s desk with tears streaming down his face and a snotty nose, begging please, Boss, you know how stubborn he can be. He is sorry, it’s been eatin’ him up, he just doesn’t want to look stupid if he apologises and you sell ‘im anyway. You know how much he respects you. This is all he’s ever wanted. Boss, please.

“Gary,” the Boss says slowly, “actions must have consequences.”

I don’t – I can’t do this without him, I’m not good enough. You know I’m not good enough. I’ll do anything. Please, Boss, please.

He remembers the way Sir Alex had looked at him over his glasses, that long calculating stare of his. You assured me this… attachment of yours wouldn’t get in the way of your game.

“Okay,” he says now with a grim nod. “You’re right.” His voice cracks as he talks, so he blinks a few times and repeats “you’re right, I know. I jeopardised the match. I’m sorry.”

Sir Alex nods, and looks down at the papers on his desk, starts shuffling through them. This, Gary knows, is his cue to leave. They’re done here.

I know you don’t owe me anything, but it’s – it’s not just for me. It’s the team, we need him. He’s special, don’t – I know it’s been difficult between you two, but can’t you fix it? If anyone can fix it, surely you –

– You only get this one favour, Gary. Do you understand?

I’ll do anything, just – please. Please don’t sell him.

A one season loan. It’s an excellent opportunity, the chance to experience a new league, a new style of play. Gives our less senior players a chance to earn more minutes. Then he’ll come back, and we’ll all be stronger for it.

And you promise he’ll come back?

I promise he will be given the option. That’s my only offer, lad, not many people could get away with asking this of me.

#when i learnt that after becks went to madrid he and gary would talk on the phone before and after EVERY utd match #it was so over for me. that information WRECKED me. christ. #beville #wip asks

[fowlblue]

oc question things!

14, 16, 41 for literally any one of the lot (or all!)

And A or G for all as well?

Hell yeah let’s do this-

(thought it might be fun to have them answer some of these, lol)

14). What animal do their fear most?

Valentine: “…I don’t really care for horses. They look like they know too much.”

Tim: “Spiders. I’m not a fan of… anything about them, really. The whole ‘skittering’ thing, their webs… gross.”

Jon: “I don’t like mice. Or roaches. Those kinds of things. Usually they don’t make it all the way up the Needle, though, so I’m good.”

Butler: “Trolls. Next question.”

16). What makes their stomach turn?

Valentine: “…Brakes. The sound of brakes squealing. Let’s go with that.”

Tim: “Cooking… meat, I guess? Sometimes I can’t even be in the kitchen while Butler is working- it brings up bad memories. Especially if it burns.”

Jon: “Blood on my suit. Or in my hair. That shit’s nasty.”

Butler: “…I feel like I’ve seen too many people die to give that a fair answer, but the ‘look’ of the dead is something one never forgets. Especially when you have died once, yourself.”

41). How do they feel about children?

Valentine: “Not for me- but I don’t, like, hate them? They’re noisy. They’re funny, sometimes. That’s about it.”

Tim: “I love my own children dearly, of course- more than words can say. But others’ children make me feel… awkward, I suppose? I don’t really know what to do with them, and the looks on their faces when they first see mine don’t feel very good. If their own parents are present to keep an eye on them, it’s fine- minding the twins is enough of a handful for me.”

Jon: “Kids are fun- they got the funniest fuckin’ sense of humor. The world hasn’t gotten to em’ yet. Sometimes I wish I had some, but I’d be a pretty shit parent, I think.”

Butler: “I hardly think Artemis could be considered a normal child, but having helped raise two of them, children are perfectly fine. I don’t think I would know what to do with a child born to a normal life, however. What kind of mischief would that even entail? I’m too used to…” *gestures vaguely at Fowl Manor* “-all of this.”

A). Why are you excited about this character?

I love all my bastard men so much- I don’t really have a set reason as to why, I just do. They’re so fun to play mix-n-match with, situations-wise, and I love that I’ve given some of them a slightly stronger presence in the fandom! Also, I just. Love that people love Valentine, lol- it makes me really happy

G). What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

Valentine- It is very hard for me to word the specific kind of violent/volatile nature Valentine has. I really don’t want to project this idea that he’s a guy who just loves beating up and harming random people, because he doesn’t. He just has very little qualms about killing people in his way, and gets violent specifically with enemies that have managed to piss him off. But it’s still annoying to write.

Tim- Tim… my guy… you have a good heart, I know it, the peace you want and the life and safety you want for your family is all great things… please word the things you say better.

Jon- Honestly, I can’t think of anything?? Like he’s such an asshole but… that’s his whole thing. Jon is a cartoonishly evil businessman, down to the T. If I was mad about that, it’d be like getting mad at The Riddler for riddling or something.

Butler- Butler is so stoic and stubborn about admitting literally anything the Fowls/Butlers/Artemis does is fucked up, or that the whole dynamic thing is fucked up, or any of that. Please my man, recognize that your life and childhood have had a massive thread of “that’s fucked up, actually”… and maybe have a good cry about it. You need one.

#here we are! so sorry that took a bit my friend- hope it was worth it! #asks #oc: valentine #domovoi butler #fowl senior #jon spiro

[crystalelemental]

Pokemon Team Characterization - Koga

The other request for, and I can’t believe I’m reading this right, “All of the Poison specialists.”  That’s like five guys.  Oh god it’s six I forgot Plumeria.  So okay, I guess that’s my afternoon.  So let’s kick it off with the original ninjaman, Koga.

FRLG Koga is super easy to analyze.  This is a man with only one game plan.  I am going to Poison you, then dodge, or explode.  The dodge or explode part is what kills me.  Either I’m confident and am going to try legitimately stalling you our, or I’m going to get flighty and pull the trigger immediately.  Koga is a man with anxiety.  He is a father of a ninja child, I think it’s fair.  But more importantly, in contrast to Whitney’s Jack of All Trades approach, Koga is “Do one thing well.”  They are, essentially, opposites.  And his mentality got him to the Elite Four, so make of that what you will.

By HGSS, Koga’s team is much more refined.  I’m going with his rematch team because they’re largely identical, but I think there’s more to draw from this.  The only loss is Forretress, which...is sad.  I think the stealthy shielded Pokemon throwing out Toxic Spikes is like the perfect Ninja Pokemon, but I respect Koga’s actual commitment to his type.  Unlike some people around this league, LANCE.

The Lead (Skuntank) Poison/Dark is a nasty type combination, that gives it only one weakness: Ground.  It counters the “obvious” response to Poison in Psychic beautifully, and even packs Sucker Punch to hit those typically faster threats.  That said, at his core...Koga never changes.  Toxic, Dig for a sure miss, and Explosion.

Koga remains cautious and flighty.  He appreciates a sure thing in Toxic, and likes getting the jump on his opponents, but when in doubt, explode.  Just blow it up, bro, it’s fine.  Know when to fold ‘em.

The Ace (Crobat) This is his highest level, so it’s his ace.  If you were expecting a different approach, think again.  Who do you think you’re dealing with?  Do one thing well, we’ve been over this.  Toxic, Fly, do the thing.  But interestingly, Crobat cannot explode, and he didn’t opt for U-Turn here.  He opted for Mean Look.  Crobat is the coup de grace.  It’s the confidence.  When you’re uncertain, going through something that isn’t familiar, be ready to drop the game plan.  But when the chips are down, commit.  Moreover, when you’re dealing with someone else, hold them accountable.  They’re not allowed to back out of something they came in to.  God, he is a dad.

Same As It Ever Was (Muk, Venomoth) Muk and Venomoth repeat the same things as usual.  Toxic play, evasion play, do what you’ve gotta do.  What’s fascinating to me is that Muk has no attacking moves.  Taunt Bait Central.  It’s about Toxic, attempting to deny your opponent’s action through confuse, and evasion.  Muk is confidence.  It’s the certainty that you can keep up the pressure, and evade what you need to evade.  It’s so confident I’m willing to boost your attack, that’s how confident I am.  In contrast, Venomoth is Baton Pass.  Venomoth is not confident, but it is here to support its allies.

Koga is someone who is confident in his abilities, despite his backup plan being exploding.  He’s willing to play his luck and skills against an opponent, and when he gets himself rolling, is deadly confident in his ability to finish the job.  Enough so that Venomoth’s Baton Pass is him actively assisting others.  Koga’s a helper, he’ll work with others and functions as a solid team player.  Evasion in particular suggests a sort of defensive approach, being more protective of those he works with and cares for.

These Guys (Swallot, Toxicroak) Toxicroak is the muscle.  You can’t always rely on tricks, sometimes you just have to face it down directly.  And with Swagger, he’s got the confidence he can pull that off too.  Offensive coverage is wise.  X-Scissor hits Psychic types he’s weak to, while Cross Chop hits Steel types immune to his Poison shenanigans.  He knows where to apply pressure.  Swallot is a bit more unusual.  Pain Split to recover, Yawn to slow the foe down, Amnesia for bulk, and Sludge Bomb as a bit of offense.  It’s a weird pick, and doesn’t mesh well with the rest of the team.

Toxicroak is Koga knowing when to be direct.  While he’s usually more hands-off, preferring to support but stand at a distance, sometimes you have to get your own hands dirty, and he’s willing and able to do that, applying smart pressure where needed.  Swallot is the opposite.  Swallot is...restful.  It’s the more relaxed approach, the taking some time for yourself.  Amnesia suggests a sort of letting go of what’s on the mind, with Pain Split being that sharing of struggle.  Pain Split in particular works both ways; it can be taking on someone else’s struggle, or sharing his own with someone trusted.  Yawn relaxes, it soothes into peaceful sleep.  It’s an indicating that Koga’s probably a solid friend who’s a good listener.  He’s good at soothing the soul, for a man who likes explosions so much.

Summation Koga’s teams are sequential.  The first team is very “do one thing well,” and emphasizes a lot of mono-Poison types, which doubles down on that approach.  Koga as someone who is fairly one-note, and doesn’t have much beyond his one neat trick.

But by HGSS, Koga’s team is much more diverse, and while the core strategy is the same as always, he’s very different in how he approaches it, having a lot more confidence in it, and being a bit more willing to take risks.  At the same time, he’s demonstrating a bit more as a partner, someone who is able to find time for himself and relax, and is a fairly compassionate guy who’s trusting and supportive of his comrades.  He’s a team structure that shows a lot of growth, from someone who’s maybe more anxious and quick to drop something, to someone who’s more self-assured.  There’s probably something in here to do with raising a kid, where the early years are largely fixed on them and not having much time for yourself, so you stick to the bare essentials of managing your life.  But as they grow and become more independent, suddenly you can find time for yourself again and be a little calmer and available.

If anyone has an alternate read on the team, I’d love to hear it.  I admit to not thinking about Koga too much, but that’s mostly because I am a Psychic fan and consider Johto’s Elite Four more like food.

#pokemon #koga #pokemon team characterization #megazardx2

[stillafanofsonic]

9 years later

Baby: (grabs her piggy bank and pulls on one of knuckles dreads to get his attention) Psst! Knux!

Knuckles: (casually stops his work out as if he wasn’t lifting the equivalent of a small school bus) yes?

Baby: My bicycle needs fixing. Can we take it to Shadow’s

Knuckles: Hmm, if your bike needs fixing then perhaps we should inform father or see if Tails could do something about it?

Tails: (a few feet away doing his homework) Dad’s probably too busy this week, but I got no problem! Could use a break actually.

Knuckles: See?

Baby: (puffs her cheeks and walks over to tails to whisper something. Tails expression falls flat)

Tails: On second thought. I am waaaaaay too busy with the science fair. Because, science I guess?

Knuckles: (raises an eyebrow but relents upon seeing them puppy eyes) Fine. Let us go then (lifts her up and places her in his shoulder)

At “Shadow’s” workshop:

Baby (rising her so definitely in need of repairs bike): Shadow! Shadow!

Knuckles: Afternoon Shadow!

Shadow: Hey guys, what’s brings you here?

Baby: My bikes bad, you need to fix it!

Shadow: (looks at knuckles who has an expression that would make flat earthers proud) Um, ok, let’s have a look. (After giving it a good inspection and even getting some else to take a look at it) Well, I’ve got good news. Your bike’s in perfect condition.

Baby: But, but, you need to fix it!

Knuckles: There’s nothing to fix ______. Come, let us return home, Sonic will arrive soon.

Baby: But, But-

Shadow: Um… I could grease the chain? It’ll help make it go a little faster.

Baby: Yes please! (Afterwards) Thank you Shadow! Here (tries to hand over her piggy bank)

Shadow: Woah! What’s this?

Baby: Payment! For the bike! Mom says you always have to pay when getting something fix.

Shadow: I…. I can’t accept this.

Baby: But, what about your bike?

Shadow: Motor- (Knuckles coughs) … never mind. It’s fine. Really, there’s no need

Baby: But that’s not honorable

Knuckles (after getting a desperate look from Shadow, he kneels in front of his sister) Hmmm, how about, instead of giving Shadow your piggy bank, you run over to the corner shop and get him some ice cream?

Shadow: It has been quite a hot day

Baby: (exited) Ok! I’ll be right back

Knuckles: Be careful! And if a stranger approaches you

Baby: I kick’ em in the chin!

Knuckles: (chuckles proudly and sits next to Shadow) You know she planned this whole thing out, right?

Shadow: Figured. Still, I couldn’t just take her money. Felt wrong

Knuckles: Thank you.

Ps: Sorry of this was way too long

It was not! I love it! This is so sweet

While I don't have a name for baby yet, she's going to have an amazing life, growing up with all her big brothers and cousins

#asks #<3

[ranlinjin]

Watching MDZS be like

ME: I love that character.

Never mind, I hate em, but that one - hate them too.

Actually, I hate them all.

Maybe not, I like some.

Those are the wrong ones.

She is cute.

Oh. Yeah. To be fair, they didn’t make a secret out of it, I’m crying just because.

Why can’t I like the ones that have the most screen-time dedicated to them?

Fine, they can be cute. I’ll give them that, I’m so wooing over them.

Low-key want to see XY dress up as other characters. That cosplay was awesome. Also, wtf.

Oh, that’s a plot twist! Too bad I already knew it because of the Jin Ling’s uncle meme.

Oh, I WOULD have loved this character. But I imprinted on the other one first.

This justice system is pretty - accurate actually, though that’s the sad thing.

This would look so good in an Alice in Wonderland AU. Alice in Murderland would work too.

[wannab-urs]

Build Me Up Buttercup | Ch. 2

Just to let me down?

Summary: You get a verdict on your essay and have a little run in at the bar

Word Count: 800ish - sorry it’s so short. I couldn’t resist the cliffhanger and had to cut it off.

Warnings: Still none... but we're getting closer!

P.S. I plan on updating this daily but also if I can't get a chapter finished, I can't get it finished, ya know?

You’re sitting in the library, presumably working on an essay for Modern British Lit, but really you’re thinking about Dr. Miller. Yesterday, you had been closer to him than you ever have before. You sit at the back of his class and never raise your hand to answer questions, afraid he’d dismiss your answer outright. 

He’s hot from a distance sure, but up close? Holy shit. The way his curls fell over his eyes as he worked. The way his tongue poked out between his lips. It’s almost cute. And then the way his biceps bulged beneath his weathered band tee… He’s seriously gorgeous. He has to be, what? In his mid 50s? You were used to men that old looking like your granddad… he was far from looking like a grandpa yesterday. 

The sound of an email notification interrupts your train of thought.

See me in my office 

-Miller 

How formal. God damn, he’s an asshole. He’s an asshole. He’s not fucking cute.

You assume it’s about your essay, so you decide to stop by his office after your Chaucer class. That class is a trip. The professor wears these weird ass outfits all the time with vibrantly colored pants and you’re honestly kind of living for it. But he also keeps giving you Bs on all your essays without any feedback as to why they’re not As. You’d take your solid B in that class over your 57 in Miller’s class any day though.

You resolve to go to his office hours again later today and go back to trying to write your essay.

He’s preoccupied again, taking notes on a book you can’t see the name of, when you get to his office. Today he’s opted for a black Led Zeppelin shirt that’s obviously vintage, small holes revealing tiny peeks of his broad chest. His hair is even more unruly today and the disheveled former punk vibes are a really good look on him. Bastard. 

Before you even open your mouth to speak, he does that hand thing, like he’s shooing you away. You decide to just sit down and wait for him to finish what he’s doing. 

After what feels like half an hour but is probably a minute, he sets his pen down in the book and closes the cover. The book is called “Neoliberalism on the Ground” Seems… actually interesting. Your eyes flick up to his face and he’s looking at you expectantly, as if you asked to see him. 

“Well?” You arch an eyebrow at him.

“I reread your essay.” You stare at him waiting for him to elaborate. He doesn’t.

 “And?” 

“And it was good.” 

It was good? That’s all?  “And?” 

“And I’ll change your grade to a B.” 

A fucking B? Fine. Whatever. Best you’re gonna get. “Why the change of heart?” 

“Didn’t read it the first time.” 

“Are you serious?” No like, is he actually fucking kidding right now?

“Saw the neo-gothic cathedral on the cover, gave you a D, moved on.” 

“What!? I spent hours on that! Days! And you had the audacity to not even fu--- to not even read it? Are you kidding me?” 

“Listen, sweetheart, if you had to read 98 amateur architecture essays, you’d skim too.” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

“Do you want me to change the grade back?” 

“Do you want me to report you?”

“Fair enough.” 

God, you want to strangle him. “Is that all, then, Miller?” 

“Don’t call me that.” Jesus fucking christ. 

You roll your eyes and stomp out of his office.

You’re sitting at a hightop in the bar just off campus with Cooper and your other friend Em, filling them in on the essay drama. 

“So, yeah, he called me ‘sweetheart’ and I left,” you finish. 

“Wait, is Dr. Miller the hot one?”

“Yes, Em, pay attention,” Coop says, rolling their eyes. 

“Yes. He’s attractive. That is SO not the point, though?!” Your friends are ridiculous. 

“So… how did you get him to up the grade? Did you give him head under his desk or something?” Em teases, a conspiratorial glint in her eye.

“Gross! No!” 

“I would have… I’ve seen him on campus. I’d suck the meat off them bones.” 

“You are absolutely disgusting, Emily. No I did not give my professor a fucking blowjob to get a better grade!” 

“I’m just saying! You could do worse…” 

“I just asked him to show me a modicum of respect. Jesus fucking Christ.” 

“Oh my god is that him?” Cooper is staring hard at the back of some dude’s head at the bar. He has curly brown hair streaked with gray and broad shoulders covered in a green flannel. Shit that could be him.

“There’s no way Dr. Miller is here right now. I will literally kill myself.” 

At the sound of his name, Dr. Miller turns and looks over his shoulder, immediately locking eyes with you. 

“Oh shit, that is him,” you say, ducking your head and hoping he won’t see you. Play it cool. There’s no way he actually heard you. 

“Is he still looking?” You ask, peeking up at your friends.

“Um-” Cooper starts.

“Hi there, sweetheart.”

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[radarrider87]

The Seven Year Sleep (Chapter 5)

Seven years ago...

A cold wind’s blowing through my office window. Most of the time, you can’t really feel the chill, not when your mind is burning and you’re waist deep in another case. Most of the time, I can ignore it, but not tonight.

Tonight, I feel that wind and all the cold promises it can keep. It spurs me on, telling me to take one look outside and see just how high up I really am. And then, when my back’s turned, it’ll sweep in and push me out and show me just how far I have to fall.

“So, Mr. Masters, will you take the case?”

I lean forward, just to be safe, and snatch the newspaper from my desk. There’s a nice group photo headlining the front page, a bunch of moneybags playing host to some charity ball. And there, standing center stage and cutting that fancy ribbon, is a woman, blonde and beautiful and bedecked in jewels. She’s the top, the golden goddess. She’s the reason they even came at all, hoping to see and be seen with the heiress herself.

I take a hard look at the picture, then glance up at the dame in front of me. No doubt about it—it’s her alright, in living color. Fine clothes, fine jewels, and the sleekest wolfos furs that rupees can buy. The dark furs outline her fair weather face, smooth skin to match the pearls around her neck, blue eyes the color of sapphires. Yessir, Zelda Fitzgeralt, daughter of the richest tycoon this city has ever seen, came all the way downtown just to see me.

When you’re that high up the social ladder, how desperate do you have to be to pay a visit to the bottom rung? But I wasn’t about to turn down the golden goose. Chances for a big break are few and far between.

When she saw me nod, Ms. Fitzgeralt breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I know you’re a man of few words, Mr. Masters, so I’d like to get down to business, if I may. How much do you know about the man who calls himself Ganon?”

Sure, I knew about Ganon. He was a local legend, after all, the rags to riches kind of story that every immigrant and street urchin loved to hear. Too bad he traded in those rags for a trident gun and a gangster’s three-piece, doing the dirty work of the big bosses until he became the biggest one of ’em all. Folks chalked it up to his origins, claiming Ganon had a weird sort of desert magic that he brought over from his homeland. They claimed he put a hex on his enemies and that’s why he was in charge now, but that was a load of bigoted bullshit.

Ganon is smart, the scary kind of smart, and that’s why he’s in charge of the criminal underworld.

“You know your stuff, I’ll give you that.” Ms. Fitzgeralt leans back, smoothing the fabric of her siren gown. The purple silk shimmers under the desk lamp. “Seems like he wants to sweep all that history under the rug, though. Take a look at the evening edition.”

She hands me the fresh newsprint. A shot of the big boss graces the front page, decked out in his finest pinstripe suit. The headline reads like so much journalist trash.

CRIME LORD OR BENEFACTOR? GANON GIVES BACK TO CITY.

“They say he’s changed his ways, turned over a new leaf and all that jazz. I never would have believed it, but he’s actually giving his fortune away. Even the mayor wants to shake his hand, but no one gives that much without expecting a little power in return. Trust me. I grew up watching my father do the exact same thing.”

No doubt about it, she’s right. Ganon’s up to something. You don’t flash that many greenbacks in broad daylight for nothing, but something had to give. This man was notorious, a no-good leader of the Blin gangs. Everyone knew it. There’s no way people are gonna forget about Ganon’s past, and I tell her as much.

“Yeah, well, good luck convincing the people in charge,” she says, pulling a slim cigarette holder from her purse and lighting a gasper. “Ganon has them eating luxury pie outta his hands. They seem pretty willing to forget the man’s past so long as he pays for their future.”

She takes a good, long drag on that cigarette, tilting her head to one side and blowing a puff out the window. “Me? I believe in second chances and all, but now he’s resorting to slander. He’s telling everybody that my family is sitting on a big pile of gold while others starve, and it’s only getting worse. Just yesterday, he started spreading some cockamamie story about my father, who he says tortured folks to gain his fortune.”

I raise an eyebrow in her direction.

Ms. Fitzgeralt purses her lips. “Which isn’t true! Lies and slander, all of it... but it’s working. First, they wanted my father to release his tax papers, which he made public in good faith. Never mind that everything’s in order and the charity rupees are generous. They only saw the sums, and they’re holding that number over his head like a curse.”

She turns her eyes away, and the fear in her voice is easy to pick out. “And now we have to deal with these horror stories. My father already has a weak heart. If anything ruins his good name...”

I expect the waterworks to go off any minute now, but it turns out she’s no ordinary dame. There’s a toughness to this Zelda Fitzgeralt, a touch of old world grit that surprises me. When she looks my way, you’d never guess that hard set mouth of hers had ever been touched by a silver spoon.

“It’s only a matter of time, Mr. Masters. Ganon is throwing us to the wolves. He wants the city for himself.”

She pulls a checkbook from her purse. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where this is going. “I want you to stop the lies. I want you to dig up the dirt and expose him for what he really is. Stop Ganon, and I’ll pay you three times the amount you see here.”

She draws out a figure and tears out the check, slipping it across my desk. I stare at that figure, appreciating the elegance of the first whole number and the curves of every zero that follows. And of course, I take the case. We shake hands and seal the deal, this uptown heiress and the downtown private eye, an unlikely pair if ever there was one.

I walk the lady down to her car, of course. When a client offers that much in advance, it’s usually a good idea to be polite.

There’s a classy Model Z parked near the curb, which I can only assume belongs to her. As I open the back door for Ms. Fitzgeralt, I get a bit of the side eye from her driver, a strong, dark woman with white hair and a fine suit. She watches closely as I hold Zelda’s hand, just playing the part of the gentleman, but I get the feeling this woman would end me if I took matters any further than that.

They drive off into the night, the glowing marquees of the red light district gleaming off their car. I watch them weave in and out of the traffic, feeling the weight of the deal for the first time, the doubt that creeps into your mind whenever you take a case.

I try to shake it off, like usual, when I realize someone else is watching Zelda leave the scene. He’s surrounded by goons, barrel-chested types ready and willing to defend their boss, but he doesn’t need the hired muscle. It’s all a show of power, and this guy’s got plenty of it.

He’s a colossus in a black trench coat, his eyes hidden in shadow. If I was smart, I’d make myself scarce before the boss caught sight of me, but that damn curiosity grabs tight and won’t let go. So there I am, out in the open, when he turns and looks my way.

The white fedora rises, crimson headband flashing, and those eyes burn like fire.

###

The sun rises, burning high over the skyline.

I feel the new day come alive, warm and real outside Malon’s window. I also feel her delicate fingers stroking my chest, running softly over the bullet scars that pepper my shoulder.

“Is this why you disappeared, my love?” she asks. “Did they hurt you so bad?”

It ain’t easy to turn my eyes away from her, her gorgeous figure covered in nothing but a sheet, but I somehow manage. Malon pulls me back, like she always does, gently touching the side of my face and looking into my eyes.

“I saw the headlines, but I didn’t believe any of it. I knew you would never slander the Fitzgeralts like that. I know you wouldn’t let Ganon take over.”

There’s a lot she doesn’t know, but whose fault is that? I throw off the sheet and sit on the edge. Malon comes up behind me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “You don’t have to say anything until you’re ready. I just wish you would stick around. You left so quickly after getting Dad out of that jam. I never had a chance to tell you...”

I hold her hand, as if that’ll reassure her that I’m back for good. But how can I promise anything, when I might find myself at the bottom of Lake Hylia next week.

Still, I hold her hand.

We get dressed in silence and make our way downstairs. It’s far too early for a drink and besides, the bar’s not exactly in working order, but someone knocks on the door anyway. Malon opens it to find the bouncer, silent and reeking of danger.

I step between them, glaring at the Lynel, but Malon just puts a hand on my shoulder. She looks up at the bouncer and crosses her arms, ready for the business.

“Aren’t you gonna run off to Ganon, Silver?” she asks. “Go squealing to the big boss?”

Silver grunts. “The way I see it, ma’am, this is the only place I have left in the city. And now you’re in charge. Lynels follow the strongest, and you bested your uncle good and proper.”

Malon smiles. “Damn straight. The Lonesome Ranch is mine now, and I’m gonna need a few good men to run it. Do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Think you can convince some of the others to play wise? I know you won’t win them all, especially the Blins, but I’ve got a feeling that a storm is coming. I want us to be ready when it gets here.”

The Lynel grins, a hint of fang showing. “It’s a tall order, ma’am. I’ll make a few calls, if that suits you.”

Malon waves him through. He stands next to me and flicks a lingering piece of glass from his shoulder. And then he reaches into a secret place behind the bar, pulls out my revolver, and hands it to me. “You’re a good fighter, silent one. A death at your hands would be an honorable one.”

I take my revolver and nod, not exactly sure how respond to that compliment. He grunts, apparently satisfied, and heads for the back office.

Malon stands at the center of the place, her place, hands resting on her crimson robes. Even now, she looks like the woman in charge, and she looks good.

I can see the pride in her face when she turns to me, the promises she wants us to make. It doesn’t take long for reality to set in, though, and she almost looks relieved to stick with the honest facts. “I know. You have to go.”

She walks up to me, hands touching my chest, smoothing the creases from my shirt. “You have a job to do, and life isn’t fair. Here I am, ready to see the last of my uncle, and yours was taken away too soon. You’ve gotta do something about that, and I can’t stand in your way.”

We kiss, deeply, like the world’s gonna break when we pull apart. In the end, she’s the brave one, like always. Her lips lift away. Then her eyes lock on mine, and she means every last word. “Find the killer. Find the truth. Put an end to this nightmare. And come back to me, Silent. Come back, so I don’t throw away another chance to say I love you.”

With nothing left to say, I grab my coat. I check my revolver. There’s a good chance I’ll be needing it soon. I set out with a purpose, to track down this one, good cop.

I want to tell Malon that I’ll be back soon, that everything’s gonna be alright, but I don’t like wasting a single word on a lie.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39944304/ 

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