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sinizade · 4 months

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Nerilynn Ernarre

Paladin of Selune (with mods ofc I want to dream)

Romance: Halsin

Bestie: Jaheira / Halsin / Zevlor

Previously a follower of Shar who abandoned her dark beliefs to follow the light of Selune after falling in love with a Selunite who converted her with whom she married and had a daughter, but simply abandoning Shar would not be something easy and without consequences. Nerilynn received a curse that took away her vision in the dark and now haunts her mind with vivid nightmares and it was thanks to this curse that she killed her own husband and her newborn daughter... Now a paladin sworn to revenge, Nerilynn hunts down and eliminates Shar's fanatical followers, always leaving a message for those who still have the chance to surrender to Selune's light, giving the youngest the chance to choose their path before accepting the Dark Lady embrace.

Even at the Lady of Silver's church, Nerilynn never needed to take care of the younger ones precisely because of her family history that made her brothers and sisters apprehensive about allowing her to get close to the younger ones, but that damn tadpole in her head gave her a taste of why she had always avoided that... Humans, elves, a Githyanki with serious anger issues, and a clearly hyperactive tiefling who now followed her wherever she went, they weren't bad people, but Nerilynn had never been forced to spend so much time with so many troubled young ones like she has been through, her only outlet was Jaheira and Halsin who at least shared their thoughts about these troubled young ones at the camp.

Shadowheart was a challenge, a BIG challenge... Every day Nerilynn tried very hard not to rip that insolent and intolerant child's head off, but at the same time she was angry, she felt sorry for her, such a young girl suffering in the clutches of those who follow the Dark Lady, having her mind corrupted and destroyed little by little... Remembering that one day Nerilynn was in Shadowheart's place, remembering that she managed to get out of this dark world even with consequences was what gave her hope.

After so many years Nerilynn never thought she would fall in love again, feel again what she felt with her first husband and, for a moment, she even felt as if she was cheating on her husband, but Halsin managed to push that thought away from her. .. He took care of her, understood her limitations and what happened in her past. Not even the distance kept them apart, after the defeat of Absolute each one had different ideals for their own future, but in a way, such different plans ended up merging at times and both always ended up meeting again.

Some extra information about Nerilynn

Her dream guardian have the appearance she imagined her daughter would look like if she had the opportunity to grow up

Even though she loves Halsin very much, she doesn't see herself living in the middle of the woods with him... She's a city lady with an important position in the Selunite church, continuing with a long-distance relationship seems like the best option for both of them

She and Shadowheart traveled together to visit and see her parents' Selunite church

Even with all the difficulties, Shadowheart became a daughter to Nerilynn

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leeknowlover99 · 5 months

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Jake drabble - Prove it then

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word count: 2,2k

friends to lovers if you squint

warnings: smut, blowjob, drinking, smoking, swearing, dirty talk

„fuck” you yelled angrily propping yourself up on your knees and trying to catch a breath. yellow bus just drove away 5 minutes earlier than it was scheduled. „motherfucker!!!” you yelled and kicked nearest object you found - trash can filled to the brim with empty cans and bottles became your victim. few bottles fell out of it and rolled on the pavement with loud clinking. it was the last bus that could take you to the small town where you were renting your apartment. dang, only if your tinder date did not try to kiss you maybe you’d make it. the guy was tragic, he kept talking about himself all evening, split the bill and awkwardly tried to kiss you after all that. and now you were stuck in the city. first morning bus was leaving at 5 am so you still had few hours to pass around. you were already feeling a bit sleepy, probably after all that boring stories your date told you. your feet were starting to hurt a bit as you made a stupid mistake of wearing platform heels today, trying to impress this idiot guy. god, what was happening with you?? your life was a mess lately. but now all you knew was you have to find a place to crash somewhere till 5 am. think Y/N, think you told yourself. you could go to a club or a bar, it was saturday night so most places would be open and busy but you weren’t in the mood. normally you would crash at your best friends flat but her parents were visiting her this weekend so it was a no go. it looked like you only had one option left, you opened chat with Jake and typed:

are you in town? i need a place to crash, missed the last bus :((

three dots appeared immediately. thank god he was awake, you just hoped he was not at some party as it was his usual weekend routine. text appeared:

hello

you can come over if you want ;)

typical Jake, always flirty for no reason. you rolled your eyes and texted him back.

omw then, thanks

your relation with Jake was undefined, you weren’t close enough to be called friends but you knew each other quite well. you used to hang out more often but sometimes things got weird between you. tension was always there but you don’t think there was more and neither of you wanted to make a move. sometimes you wondered what it would be like. to kiss his pretty lips, feel his hot body pressing against you or wake up next to him and cuddle all day. but usually you quickly dismissed these images from your head. however they kept coming back as you made your way to his place. fortunately he lived only two crossing from the bus stop so you arrived quickly before your mind drifted to far.

you knocked on his doors impatiently, you got a bit cold on the way and could not wait to warm up. he opened and leaned against the doorframe lazily. he was wearing home attire - loose grey sweats and tank top, his muscular arms peeking from tight material. he must’ve just taken the shower as his hair was dump and slicked back. damn he was hot. you realised you were staring but when you snapped back to reality you noticed he was staring too. after all, you did make an effort to look good today, did your make up and wore your favourite black dress. he whistled looking you up and down.

“will you let me in ?” you huffed.

“sorry, was wondering why are you here when it looks like you clearly had other plans for the night” he smirked and let you in.

“please don’t make me more miserable than i already am” you sighed.

Jake invited you to his room and you immediately made your way to his bed. finally your feet could rest, you rolled your toes feeling relief after spending all evening in those platforms. Jake followed you to his room after a minute carrying two beers from the kitchen.

“hey, outside clothes are not allowed on the bed” he grabbed your hand to lift you up.

you looked at him annoyed. he was not making it easy for you today.

“if you want me to strip so bad just ask” you teased getting up.

he raised his eyebrow in response.

“cocky are you? you must’ve really have a bad evening. want a smoke?” he fished out a pack of marlboros from his pocket.

“why not”

you grabbed a fluffy blanket and sat on the garden chair slowly sipping beer and smoking. Jake lived on 4th floor so view from the balcony was quite nice. you enjoyed watching the small crescent moon and few stars that were visible above you.

“i thought you quit” he said pulling you out of your thoughts. at first you didn’t get that he was referring to smoking and you frowned at him. he gestured to your hand, cigarette resting between your fingers.

“oh, yeah i did. guess you’re the bad influence” you joked.

“i don’t think it is me sweetheart.” there he was with the flirty nicknames. but he was right, it was not him. it was you who was lost and continued to make one bad decision after another.

“yeah, i just have a tough time lately” you said not looking at him. “can i have another one?” you said putting out your current cigarette.

“lucky for you, it was the last one” he winked at you showing you empty package. “so did your date went bad or what?” he asked.

“yeah. he was a jerk. like all of the guys apparently” you rolled your eyes.

“can i share my opinion?” he stood up in front of you.

“if you have to.”

“i think it’s because you’re always choosing assholes while there are much better guys out there.” he said confidently looking at you.

“oh really? guys like who? you?” you stood up and met his gaze. he was being annoyingly cocky.

“maybe” he licked his lips. he was the opposite of a good guy actually. but he was the tempting one.

you grabbed him by the collar of his tank top and yanked towards you. your faces were centimeters away now. you were so close you felt his breath quickened. after looking into his dark eyes you flicked your eyes towards his lips and back up.

“don’t start something you can’t finish Y/N” he warned, you were still holding his tank top.

“who sad I cannot finish it?” you asked tilting your head slightly and after that you let go of him and turned around to go back inside.

“i’m going to take a shower now”. you were taking a step into the bedroom when Jake grabbed your forearm and forced you to turn around, you bumped into him slightly and your heart started beating faster as you saw his dark eyes piercing you.

“prove it then. prove what you just said” his voice was quiet but cold and demanding, sending shivers down your spine. blanket was long gone from your shoulders pooling on the floor and cold air was brushing against your exposed body but your skin was burning. thousands thoughts rolled through your head trying to decide whether to take this step or not. blame it on the alcohol or the haze from smoking after such a long time but there was only one winning voice and it told you do it.

you crashed your lips against his with a force. he seemed shocked for good few seconds as he was not kissing you back. just when you were about to pull out you felt his hot fingers grab your neck and his lips roughly moved against yours. there was nothing gentle or pure about the way you were making out. tongues dancing together, jake biting your lower lip from time to time. one of your hands was grabbing and pulling on his hair while other was holding his biceps, god his body was amazing, hot and hard under you fingers, your hand feeling small next to his arm. jake was not wasting time either, he acted like man starved, exploring your waist and grabbing your ass, soon his fingers started to wonder under your skimpy dress as he pressed you against the balcony railing, you felt his hard on against your stomach and it made you weak in your knees, good thing he was holding you tight. his fingers teased your inner thighs and slowly moved towards your panties.

“fuck, you’re so wet” he hissed against your lips when he made contact with your clothed core, his fingers feeling your entrance through the thin material. you could not hold a quite moan and burried your face in jake’s neck as his started playing with your clit. you nipped at his skin lightly. he started to move your panties to the side, you grabbed his hand and looked at him wide eyes, damn he looked hot, lips plump from all the kissing, pupils dilated and breath fast. “jake, not outside” you managed to say. he grinned smugly in response.

“oh yeah? why not? are you embarrassed someone is going to see?” he asked grabbing your neck and choking you slightly.

you decided to pull a move to distract him and leaned to whisper in his ear “want your cock so bad daddy” he stiffened and raised his eyebrow at you. “fucking get inside now” he gritted through his teeth. looks like you little stunt did work perfectly.

you stumbled towards the bed together and messily landed on the soft mattress. you climbed on jakes lap and nagged at him to take off his tank top. it revealed mouthwatering sight of his abs and v line disappearing where waistband of his sweats hang low. you pressed open mouth kisses and sucked on his neck as you moved slowly down his body. he threw his head back and groaned. “baby hurry, i want to feel you” he panted after a while of your teasing. you finally got him what he needed and palmed his hard dick, it was painfully big in your hand. “impatient are we?” you tsked at him. “for you always”. you took off his sweats and boxers and kneeled to kiss the red swollen tip of his dick. it looked delicious and tasted a little salty. you gave it a good suck before starting to move your head up and down. “fuck baby you’re so good” he grunted as you sped up, drool starting to drip down your chin and eyes watering. he made a ponytail of you hair and helped you move faster and take him deeper. few more moves and he yanked you off his cock. “i’m gonna cum if you don’t stop” he explained and moved on top of you “god this dress needs to go” he undressed you and you could see his gaze became even darker when he saw you fully naked underneath him. “god you have no idea how hard i wanted this” he whispered sucking on your hard nipples and fondling with your breast. he surprised you with that statement but you did not have time to think about it as you felt yourself become even wetter and your cunt clenching around nothing. “ jake need more please” you begged. he shout you up with a kiss. his dick grinding against your wet core made you gasped in his lips. “will you take it without a prep?” he asked sucking on your neck and putting light pressure on your entrance with his tip. he was making you crazy. your whole body was on fire, you were leaning towards his touch, craving it. “please” you moaned. “good girl” he praised and thrusted in you. it was quite a stretch because he was so big but you liked the burn and after few shallow thrusts it went away and pleasure replaced it. he was deliciously thick and warm. you nagged at him to move faster and he stopped holding back, thrusting roughly and picking up a pace. he was hitting your soft spot perfectly, you orgasm was building up. “god you’re so perfect” jake was completely lost muttering praises, his face burried in your neck. “jake i’m close” you said and lifted your legs to place them on his shoulders, new angle making him go deeper and your pussy clench harder. “you’re so hot, i’m gonna cum soon too” he said as his eyes followed your moving tits. you reached your hand down to circle your clit and moaned at how sensitive you were. it felt too good, jakes hot sweaty body on you, his thick cock massaging your wet walls, your orgasm came suddenly and made you whine loudly, pleasure rolling through your body, you arched your back slowly coming down from your high. jake was still thrusting roughly. “ can i come inside?” he asked kissing you messily as you lowered your legs to cross them around his waist. “yes i’m on a pill, please come inside jake” you coaxed him and seconds later he filled you with his cum. he kissed you passionately, soft lips moving together, tongues lazily meeting, his dick was still inside. “god that was amazing” he smiled at you. “so did i prove it to you?” you teased. “i might need a seconded try” he made a thinking face and you smacked his arm laughing. “care to join me in the shower?” you asked

#enhypen #enhypen fanfic #enhypen drabbles #enhypen smut #enhypen jake #jake smut #jake drabble #enhypen hard thoughts #jake hard thoughts #enhypen suggestive

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the-moon-lullaby · 1 year

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Could you do headcanons of how the boys spend their morning after their first time with candy in episode 40

How the HSL Boys spend their morning/day with Candy after episode 40

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕 :

He probably already considered the option of Candy staying the next day after spending the night

Which is why he did some groceries the day before and that there’s some sweet snacks in his kitchen

(and he didn’t buy them for himself as you could've assumed)

He’d bring her breakfast in bed

He’s a bit awkward and wouldn’t really know what to talk about because it’s the first time he finds himself in a situation like this

But the feeling would quickly fades since that he feels even closer and comfortable around Candy than before (I mean it make sense after the night they spent)

So they’d just enjoy a little breakfast together

Nothing too fancy but the vibe is chill and nice

Afterwards he’ll probably would want to take a shower

and if Candy wants to, she’s free to join (after all it saves water)

He’d probably do a little checkup on Candy while they’re showering and ask her if she feels sore or anything (and if that’s the case, he’d be happy to offer a little massage under the steaming water)

Then he’d ask whether she wants to go outside or if she wants to stay inside

If they’re staying home, they’d probably spend the afternoon in Nath’s bed while he reads her one of his favourite book

I can see them writing little notes in it while they do that and now each time Nathaniel picks up this book there’s a little reminder of this moment (so cute)

When Candy has to leave, he’ll walk her home and while they’re heading there, they’d already be planning their next date (since that they’re free of school now, Nathaniel clearly intend to use these holidays to spend even more quality time with Candy)

Honestly, there is kind of a domestic vibe here and I live for it

𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚕 :

Okay so we know that my boy was up for a second round but he’s no fool

He knows that Candy might be a little sore after the night they spent together so he was probably joking around (at least for now)

Yet he wouldn’t let her get out of the bed so soon and would hold her close, wanting to make this peaceful feeling last as much as he can

I think he’d finally allow himself to be more vulnerable (it’s about damn time) by letting Candy play with his hair and he wouldn’t bother trying to hide his loving stare or blushing face that matches his hair

He’s not the best with love confessions and all(which is why he wrote her a song instead of directly telling her about how he felt, as we already know) so he tries to show how much the moment they shared last night means to him through his attitude

At some point they’d have to get up to take Demon on his little morning walk. So they would go together

They’d probably stop by on the way back to get a little something to eat (because Castiel spend his whole day before cleaning the apartment for Candy’s visit and ended up forgetting to buy something for breakfast 🥲)

Afterwards they’d either go back to bed if Candy is still a bit tired or they’ll go shower (no matter what, that’s probably when the second round really begins)

Then, they’d spent the rest of the day hanging out in Castiel’s apartment

If it’s a sunny day, they’d go on his little terrasse enjoying the warmth and each other’s company while taking turn to throw a ball to Demon

Or if the weather isn’t that good or if they just feel like staying inside, Castiel would probably play some guitar for Candy

(she’d probably ask him to sing the song he wrote for her once again and he’d pretended to be annoyed but he’ll gladly do it)

𝙻𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 :

I believe he’s an early bird so he was probably the first one awake (I know that’s not how it happens in the episode but idc)

Wouldn’t get out of bed though because he doesn’t want to wake Candy (she needs to rest after all because well, the night was short)

As he feels that she’s waking up he’ll just caress her hair and kiss her forehead

Not much would be said but his caresses and kisses here and there as they’re laying next to each other speak a thousand word

He’d make Candy feel so loved and special

The kind of feeling that makes you ask yourself if you’re still dreaming (this man, I am melting)

They’d probably have to get up and get ready after a while because I assume that Leigh would like to come home at some point

I have this headcanon that Lysander, when not at school, prepares his and his brother’s lunch so when Leigh comes home for his lunch break, everything is already ready and Lysander can spend a little time with his brother since he’s often very busy (protect this man at all cost, he’s such an angel)

So he’d do that this time as well, only that he’s cooking for Candy as well

She might try to help him but as we saw in the game, she’s not really a skilled cook so he’d just end up be like « I’ll take care of it dear. Just sit back and enjoy »

For once, Lysander would probably go back to his room with Candy to eat their meal instead of eating with Leigh since he wants to spend a little more time with her

When Candy has to go, he’ll walk her home and would kiss multiple times feeling it hard to leave her lips as it’s like he already misses her presence (such a romantic boy)

Armin :

He go raid the kitchen to find some snacks (sorry for his parents who did a refill the day before but now everything’s gone)

Took the snacks that were Alexy’s too because for once he has a good excuse to do so (“it was for Candy !”)

But right after, he’d lay back in bed, preferably on Candy, and he’d love feeling her nail softly scratching his back while he’s resting on her chest

He’d probably fall back asleep that way

Nothing on earth could make Armin get out of bed before 12 AM on a weekend (also expect Candy to fell asleep with him)

Even though, they probably spend the rest of day in Armin’s (bed) room

Armin would pick up some comics and show them to Candy or they’d start to watch this anime he kept telling her about

The curtains would remain drawn because sunlight is not allowed in this room (I have to stop with this whole Armin-avoiding-the-sun thing it’s so cliché, sorry lol)

He would hardly manage to keep his hands of Candy but she wouldn’t mind (she’d actually do the same)

This could lead another fun time, who knows ? (I mean guys, he finally found a sport he enjoy doing)

He ended up ordering food for them, maybe pizza or burgers because despite all the snacks he ate, he’s still hungry (he is a bottomless pit)

Kentin :

probably woke up first (I don’t remember if it was the case in the game but I rest my case anyway)

I just know he struggled to sleep the whole night

He was processing what had happened lol

He’d be terrified to wake Candy because he thinks she look so sweet sleeping like this, in arms

But at some point his arm would feel a little numb as she’s laying on it

So she’d be woke by him trying to move and then apologising for it

He’d totally make a fancy breakfast (eggs, fruit salad, pancakes even ? that's a slay)

He knows what he’s doing since he loves breakfast and he never skips it

So he’d be so happy to share a breakfast he made with her (and he’d hope she’d be impressed lol) and he would bring it in bed for her

Cookie would need to take a walk too (we’re not forgetting the doggies here) so he’d asked Candy if she wants to come along (and of course she wants to)

So they’d get ready together, taking more time than expected because they keep interrupting each other with stolen kisses (aww)

They’d spend the whole morning enjoy the sun as well as the beginning of the holidays

Since, they’d probably agree to go eat outside, they’d take back Cookie home and then go do their little lunch date

Then they’d just wander around the city, holdings hands and window shopping (they're this kind of couple you spot in the streets)

There you go Anon, I hope you like it ! (it's more about the whole day rather than the morning but as it's said in all the route, they clearly intended to spend the day together)

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 10 days

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Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz (ft platonic!Jay Halstead): Not The Pizza Guy

You swung the door open money in hand and paused at the man in front of you. “You're not the pizza guy.” He was leaning on the doorframe, his jacket damp from the night rain. His face, which had been furrowed in worry, was now caught between shock and disbelief. Your eyes fall to the badge clipped on his hip. You had thought that knock was a little loud and on the cop side. A smile comes to your lips, “You must be Jay,”

“Yeah, I must be.” He agreed. You nodded at him and gestured into the apartment.

“Did you want to come in? Greg is just in the shower.” It is strange for Jay to hear Mouse’s legal name. It’s even stranger to see you standing in front of him, all smiles, dressed in one of Mouse’s Star Wars sweatshirts and little else. You don’t wait for him to answer as you head back in. Jay hesitated before following you in and closing the door behind him. The living room was empty. Jay barely sees your ponytail rounding the corner as you call out Mouse’s name.

Jay feels out of sorts. He had come over because he had been worried about his friend. It seemed like Mouse was falling back into old bad habits. He was blowing off team outings, constantly distracted by his phone, and had seemingly been in his own world. Jay's first and only thought had been that his friend was struggling with PTSD. He had feared that Mouse may have been slipping back into his former drug use. He had come intent on doing an intervention if need be. He had been planning what he would say, the options he had found, and even prepared to move Mouse in with him if he needed the extra support.

Now he wasn’t sure how to respond.

Mouse rounds the corner in sweats, toweling off his hair. He had clearly been alerted to Jay’s arrival. He had the grace to look guilty. “Hey buddy,” You walked back in now sporting a pair of black leggings under Mouse’s hoodie. There is a moment of quiet before another knock sounds at the door again.

“Now that’s got to be the pizza.” You turn on your heel walking between the boys to head for the door.

“Baby, for the sake of my peace of mind, please check who it is before you open the door this time. This is Chicago, not your small town.” You look back at your boyfriend smiling contritely.

“Yeah, right, sorry.” They watched you head to the door. There is a brief pause and then, “You're not a murderer, right? You’re just the pizza guy?” Mouse rubs his hands over his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Her lack of self-preservation is going to take years off my life.”

Before Jay can ask Mouse anything, you come back into the room with the pizza and a stack of paper plates. You give one to Mouse and then offer another to Jay. Soon you are all sitting in the living room eating pizza and the ball game is on the TV. Jay can’t focus on it and instead spends his time analyzing you and his old war buddy. Jay watches as Mouse throws his arm across the back of the couch and you lean into his side. You place a napkin on his leg, and he smiles down at you. There is a lightness in his friend, a warmth, a happiness that Jay hasn’t seen in a long time. He feels ridiculous for being so off base with how his friend was doing.

And so fucking grateful he was wrong.

Jay lingered after everyone had finished the food. You offer to make a pot of coffee and the boys accept. Mouse watches as you disappear into the kitchen. “She seems like a nice girl.” Mouse’s lips form an unconscious smile.

“She is.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me man? I was worried about you.” Mouse rubs the back of his neck scratching gently. He lifts his eyes from where they had been trained on the floor.

“I know, I’m sorry. It was selfish but I just wanted to keep her to myself for a while. She’s so innocent. Untouched by the dark side of humanity.” Jay can see the struggle in Mouse’s eyes. The self-doubt and question of if he was worthy of something good.

Someone good.

Jay had seen it many times looking back at him in the mirror. “Her parents are still together, from a small town- never even locked her front door before she moved to Chicago- can you believe that? And she just-” Mouse threw his hands up as if he was trying to get a grasp on his own good fortune, “She walked into a cafe and right into my life. Just like that. Just like that man. I can’t even believe it. She's not anything like what I would have picked for myself.” Mouse chuckles, “She is so technologically challenged, it’s insane. I thought you guys at the precinct were bad, but it is nothing compared to her. And I can’t help but find it strangely adorable.”

Jay put a hand on Mouse’s shoulder, squeezing it. “I’m happy for you buddy, really, I am. You deserve it. But you can’t hide her away forever. And everybody is going to want to meet her.”

“I know.”

You come in holding a cup of coffee in each hand and creamer, and sugar tucked under your arm. You offer the cups to both men. “I didn’t know how you took your coffee.” You say in explanation and Jay looks amused as he takes the sugar from your arm and pours some into his cup.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Mouse takes a drink of his already doctored-up coffee. He meets eyes with Jay before taking a deep breath. “Hey, the intelligence team is getting together at Molly’s tomorrow night...Do you want to go? Meet everyone.” You smile brightly pressing a kiss to Mouse's cheek.

“I’d love to meet your family.”

#chicago pd #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz x reader #greg gerwitz x you #greg gerwitz imagine #jay halstead

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kimkhimhant · 5 months

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WE NEED TO TALK. (Please. I just finished Season 6 again.) They didn't even show El's reaction to you know what. Not even Jones' not even Diana's not even June's. To them, it must have been devastating news. To lose Neal so shortly before his supposed release. They weren't giving him true freedom but they believed they would. They wished it for him. He must have a memorial somewhere and how often does Peter visit it??? To us and to Neal, it was closure, but to everyone else it was a shocking end to a high-profile, but otherwise normal case. To unexpectedly lose a colleague like that, and not just that... NEAL of all people... someone they'd worked with for more than two years... do you think Peter has his picture hanging on the wall next to Siegel's. Do you.

ohmygod ohmygod okay yes please. Its been years and i've rewatched it countless times and i'm still devastated over his loss and how it must have affected everyone. part of me thinks that the show-runners didn't include all of the mourning so that the show wouldn't end on that heavy of a note but !!!! closure !!! PLEASE !

like, he had become family to Peter and El and June, and we see nothing of how the news affects El and June. Neal was someone El loved, dearly, someone who ate meals at their house and who became a constant, welcome presence. He was El's "partner in crime" and the person she'd go to whenever Peter wasn't the suitable option (whether because the issue was concern for Peter, or because she didn't want Peter to worry). She lost a friend, family member (almost lover, depending on if you're into that ship), and on top of that, she lost him while pregnant (with the son they name after neal).

and June? she's left again with a big, quiet empty house afterward, except now she's lost both Byron and Neal. And we don't get to see how she copes with that!! Obviously she has other family, and she still has Mozzie, but it's not the same.

Diana and Jones too of course, almost more so, because they go from spending every week day with Neal, to...an empty desk and Peter's probably all-consuming grief, if the little epilogue is anything to go by (him still faltering, still seeing Neal where he isn't, after so much time has passed). Like, yes he was a colleague, and a pain in the ass colleague at that, but he was also.. the person they'd have drinks with, when their personal lives were falling apart. Neal is the one who helped Diana through the end of her long-term relationship! He's more than just a coworker to these people!

And don't get me started on Sara. "To another time, another life. To another us" Sara, who loved Neal so much she could barely bear Neal's (fake but really real) proposal, and who clearly dreamed of another version of the world where they could be together. Who gives her the news? Does she book the next flight to New York for his funeral? Assuming Neal doesn't immediately seek her out once he's in Europe, she has to cope with losing who she probably considered the love of her life.

And we don't get to see any their grieving process at all. Again, i know a big drawn out funeral doesn't really fit the tone of the show, but it still feels like such a robbery (haha) of an opportunity to see the positive impact Neal had on so many people. In a way, I think it was almost a failing on the show-runners' parts, because it would have continued to humanize Neal in the way that the show had spent all six seasons doing. Like, this is a pathological thief and liar with a mile-long list of crimes, but he is also human and loved and loving!! He has no biological family, but he has become family to almost every person in his life. And then suddenly he's gone and life goes on and we don't know how any of them (aside from Peter and Moz) handle the news of his death. It makes me so sad.

This is getting so long oops. Anyway. He definitely has a memorial, and Peter probably visits so often that El worries (she visits often too, of course, but Peter goes every weekend, at first, and maybe more often on bad days, or when there are cases that make him think of Neal, either because they'd be easier to solve with Neal's help, or because they look like something he'd have done).

Honestly, I'm not sure if Peter would keep Neal's photo next to Siegel's. I think, for the first few months at least, he wouldn't. I think it would hurt too much. Maybe there's one out in the main room by Neal's desk, and once Peter can walk past that one without choking up, he puts one up in his office.

#benji talks #asks #white collar #neal caffrey #peter burke #elizabeth burke #diana berrigan #clinton jones #mozzie

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after all this Ordo goodness, imagine him seeing the reader with little baby Kad/Venku and realizing that this is a sight he really could get used to and…doing something about it 🫣

What I Want

Summary: After a day spent with the Skirata clan, Ordo is quiet, and you curious as to what's on his mind.

Pairing: Ordo Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 679

Warnings: Fluff, some spice at the end

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Could this have been smut, yes. Is that what you probably intended, nonny, also yes. But I got two hours of sleep last night, and I'm not sure comfortable writing a breeding kink. Yet. I'll get there I'm sure. But I'm sure as hell not doing that research when my husband is sitting across the room.

Divider by Saradika

It’s been a long day. A very long day. And while you enjoy spending time with your boyfriend’s family, they can be alot. Especially for someone who’s a little happier keeping to yourself.

Which is part of the reason you spent the majority of the day playing with baby Kad. The other part of the reason is that his poor parents looked dead on their feet.

Though now you’re wondering if maybe you should have spent more time with Ordo, because he’s been very quiet since you headed home. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye and note that he doesn’t look angry, more…pensive?

He keys in the code to your apartment, and you follow him into the well lit room. He’ll tell you what’s bothering him eventually, he always does, you just have to wait him out. Or you can bother him about it.

You sit on the bench just inside the front door and start unlacing your boots, as you consider your options, “Ordo?” You finally say, deciding that asking him would be better than worrying about what he’s worrying about.

“Hm?” He lifts his gaze to meet yours, and something soft and warm crosses his features as he looks at you. “Something wrong cyar’ika?”

He’s clearly not mad, so you push that specific concern back. “I was going to ask you the same thing.” You reply with a warm smile, “You’ve been very quiet, love.”

He tilts his head, “I was just thinking about something.” Ordo replies easily, he holds out his hand for your jacket, which you hand to him.

“Oh? You’ve been thinking about it pretty hard.”

“Yeah…it’s important to me.” Ordo replies easily, and then doesn’t elaborate.

You roll your eyes and set your boots on the shoe stand, “Would you care to elaborate?” you ask.

“Hm…” He regards you thoughtfully for a long moment, and then he very gently pulls you to your feet and guides you to the living room. He easily navigates the home you share with him, even though he never takes his gaze off you.

And then he sits on the couch and pulls you down so you’re straddling his lap, and so your chests are flush against each other. Ordo’s hands slide up your sides, and then he cups your face with his hands, “I love you,” He murmurs softly.

You smile at him fondly, “I know, you make it very obvious.” And then you lean in and kiss him gently, “I love you too.”

He hums into the kiss, “Cyare,” Ordo gazes at you with clear eyes, “Have you ever considered kids?”

You place your hands on his shoulders and rub soothing circles against the side of his neck, “Like, in general or…?”

“Our kids, specifically.” He clarifies.

“Ah,” You fall silent for a moment, considering, “I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.” You murmur softly. You move one of your hands to cup his face, “What are you thinking, my love?”

“I watched you playing with Kad’ika,” Ordo murmurs so softly, “And I couldn’t help but think about how you would look when you’re pregnant with my baby.” His hand slides from your hips to rest on your stomach, “You’re already perfect, cyare, but picturing that-” He trails off, and arousal flares in his eyes.

You hum softly, “A baby Ordo,” You muse thoughtfully, “With my coloring-”

“A baby you,” He corrects quickly, “With my coloring.” He kisses you slowly and deeply, “A baby girl as perfect as you are-” He trails off as he rains kisses across your face.

“That sounds perfect,” You whisper to him.

Ordo exhales slowly, and you watch as his careful control crumbles, and you squeak when he lifts you and presses you firmly against the couch, pressing his hips against yours. “We should get started then,” He says with a heated grin.

You release a quiet giggle that turns into a squeal of delight as he leans in to rain even more kisses on your neck and across your face.

#star wars #tcw #ordo skirata x reader #ordo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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The unexpected paramour

Paring: modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

Synopsis: you love Aemond Targaryen and he loves you. You suspect your cat loves him more.

Warnings: none. High Valyrian curtesy of some online dictionary

When you started dating Aemond you knew you'd have many women try to steal him from yourself. You also know Aemond is blissfully unaware of the effect he has on women, and men as well.

For the longest time Aemond had thought you two were just friends and had stared at you with his pretty lilac eye wide open when you confessed to him and trembled on the inside waiting for his answer

"I love you too - he had said and you had let go of the breath you were holding - I just didn't think you could be interested in me that way".

In that moment you could have either opened the can of worms that was how Aemond perceived himself, or you could unpack that later; you choose the second option

"May I kiss you?" You had said already on your tippy toes

"You may" he had half smiled, reaching for you.

You'd never think the danger would be your asshole cat Saffron.

You and Aemond have had countless dates, slept at his place, helped him redecorate a little and did all the silly things couples in love usually do.

But he had never set foot in your home. Not that you have some dirty secret there, but you have a cat, the asshole known as Saffron.

Saffron is the catest cat who had ever cated in the history of human-feline interaction.

You had adopted her from one of those kill shelters after one of your friends had sent you the Facebook post with her story and your bleeding heart couldn't help itself. Yeah, the post explained clearly that Saffron didn't like human interaction and you thought it would be ok with you. Because of your job you worked odd hours and an overly cuddly cat would probably suffer from that, but you didn't expect Saffron to hide from you for the whole first year of adoption. You knew she was all right only because she ate, drank and did her business in the cat litter. After this first year she had decided that she could be seen and briefly petted for five minutes every day. She usually stared as you with contempt and looked positively disgusted when you had friends over. She would randomly accept Catisfactions but refused to be touched by them. If your friends had pets of their own, she would just hiss at them and stare with frank hate on her face.

You tell Aemond all of this one day. You are just chilling on his new sofa you helped him choose and he just smiles at you.

He states again that he doesn't mind: both of you work stressful jobs, requiring loads of your time, his place is closest not only to his workplace, but to your job as well, so your commute is actually shorter than your own apartment and he'd rather spent here whatever little spare time you have, than having to spend more time to get to where you live. But still, you feel like you're hiding something from him, even though you are not. It just feels weird that some of your stuff is at his place, but you have none of his. You’d very much like to wear one of his T-shirts when you are chilling on the sofa (Aemond doesn’t do hoodies, even at home, he does old t-shirts and comfy, fluffy cardigans). It feels like you are not really sharing your life with him. You know that it is all in your head and that he would tell you if he wasn't happy: his family lives and breathes lies, he wants none of that between the two of you, he'd rather talk it out, no matter how bad the problem.

Aemond smiles genuinely when you tell him all of this and is ready to start on a rant when you say you don't know how Saffron would react to someone who owns a dragon

"One cannot own a dragon" he chastises you tapping one of his long fingers on your nose

"Aemond Targaryen you know what I mean!"

You love that he is always sharp and accurate in everything he does, but he is beside the point now

"I know you do - he raises his hands in mock surrender - you think she would attack me?"

"I don't know - your shoulders slump in defeat - no one knows what her life had been before the shelter. I wouldn't say she was used to other animals, but I am positive she knew what dogs and cats are. But dragons?" You bury your face in your hands

"Hey vēzos, none of that - he delicately removes your hands away - it is of no use to worry now. We'll try and see what happens"

''What if she hates you?"

"I'll live with that, as long as you love me".

Your heart flutters at his words. Aemond rarely talks about his feelings, he'd rather show you how much he cares. For him to say it out loud, it means he understands how important this is for you; for all his issues and the problematic family he has, he is a walking green flag.

The night he finally arrives at your apartment your hands are shaking a little. It is your day off and you have tried to maintain your usual routine, so that Saffron wouldn't notice that something is brewing.

The only difference in your shared routine, is that you have been using one of those cat hormone thingies you can pop in a socket since the week prior. You are not sure if they really work, but they wouldn't do any harm either, since Saffron seems to be her usually bitchy self and she is staring at you from her perch, when Aemond knocks on your door.

You try not to run to open it, but you know you are moving hurriedly while Saffron eyes you with contempt

"Vēzos" he smiles and is one of those reserved only to you

"Come in! - you gesture around yourself - make yourself home!"

You hear the rustling of his jacket and the soft thud of his booths as he removes them. You ask him about his day while you are finishing dinner. You start rambling, moving pans and pots around while Aemond tells you about his day. He is chatting while he is making himself comfortable, when he stops talking abruptly

"Vēzos, I think you should come here"

You find him sitting on the sofa, Saffron on his lap, aggressively purring and making biscuits against his abdomen. Aemond has both his hands in the air and is staring at you with surprise

"What do I do now?" He doesn't sound scared but positively insecure

"I am not sure. This is not what I would have expected".

And so begins the love story between your boyfriend and your cat, whose only aim now is to make you feel like you are the third wheel in your own relationship.

Every single time Aemond is at your place, you cannot scuttle close to him, because Saffron is there, purring and staring at you with a challenging stare, from his lap. You and Aemond cannot try to be intimate, because Saffron will come between the two of you and try to push off the bed. When Aemond is not around, she stares at you with even more contempt than usual. The times you have to Skype when he is away for work, she is constantly in front of the pc, her ass up in the air while she meows pitifully. Aemond, obviously, spurs her on. He only has eyes for her, buys her treats and toys, is constantly petting her and tells you not to scold her.

"I thought you'd be happy that she likes me" Aemond tells you one night almost snickering

You are curled up against his chest while outside a storm rages.

"Don't even start. It's not funny"

"Are you jealous of your own cat?" He feigns surprise

"I might be - you pout - I saved her from that awful shelter, I am the one who feeds her, cleans her litter and she makes biscuits on your tummy!"

"It kinda hurts when she does that" he tries to reign in his mirth

"Well, she can be the one making you lasagna next time" you say trying to disentangle your limbs from his, but he is too fast and you find yourself under his weight

"I can convince you to change your mind - his lilac eye glints mischievously - do you want to be convinced?"

You pretend to try and get away, which causes Aemond to start tickling you, while waxing poetic about your cooking skills.

You suspect all his neighbors have heard your laugh.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen

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i feel like we as a fandom tend to either over uwuify klapollo or over stoicify them and this is by no means a real character analysis or genuine conversation because it is 4am for me and i’m not very good at articulating myself i don’t actually care that much i’m in fandom spaces i’m used to mischaracterising bullshit but

why does it seem to be the only options are “apollo is an actual child and klavier is sexy and suave” or “apollo doesn’t experience emotions and klavier is a cringefail babygirl”. like genuinely can they not both be people.

i feel like a lot of the infantilisng apollo stuff is partially the usual fandom short man = yaoi bottom shit but i’m not gonna sit here and pretend it isn’t also bc of the transmasc apollo headcanon. like it can’t be a coincidence that the most infantilised grown man in the game is also the one that’s most widely headcanoned as ftm. like it feels like a lot of it is your typical uwu short trans uke baby x big strong suave tall hot cis seme and i’m used to that but man it sucks to see people making weird shit about Flustered Virgin apollo getting his first ever kiss from Playboy klavier and. y’all know he’s 25 right? not 15?

there’s also the other side of things where people make klavier into this cringefail babygirl boyfailure who’s hopelessly in love with apollo and spends every waking moment thinking about apollo and can’t do anything without relating it to apollo and apollo just fucking does not like him. and that’s almost worse because at least the first kind of mischaracterisation still feels like a ship. why are we pretending apollo doesn’t care about klavier. he doesn’t like his boy band music but it’s not personal. he still likes klavier.

and then there’s the ones who take one half of the mischaracterising and applies it to both characters. apollo is an uwu baby and klavier is a soyboy and they can’t spend a second apart because they’re so in love. OR they’re both robots who might as well not even be dating with how little they speak to each other.

y’all know you can make them act normal, right? they can be in love with each other and silly about it and also be serious characters? apollo is a dork ass who cracks jokes and is bitchy but he’s also a genuinely smart guy like he’s a lawyer he’s a politician he’s helping rebuild a whole country’s legal system from the ground up and he’s still a bitch and a loser. klavier is ALSO a bitch and a loser and a smart guy. he’s kind, but he’s not a wimp. he’s bitchy but he’s not insufferable. he’s passionate about music and law and everything he talks about. and he says corny shit and openly flirts with apollo but he’s also a damn good prosecutor and id argue he’s the only one who actually understands his job without the defense having to Fix Him tm. and they can both love each other and be all these things.

for a lot of y’all there’s only two options: klavier has trauma (excruciating) (all encompassing) or klavier is silly :3. and like. he can do both. you can acknowledge his trauma and also acknowledge he’s a dumbass who air guitars during court. human beings are multifaceted and fictional characters should reflect that. you gotta make the people you’re writing feel like people yes even the japanese visual novel people.

back to the living each other thing. klavier can openly flirt with apollo and also actually like him. apollo can ignore klavier’s first flirts and still actually like him. maybe he doesn’t wanna get it with the brother of his murderous boss while investigating a crime scene i think that’s reasonable of him. but he also clearly likes and cares about klavier as a person (“i have to pull the darkness out of him” or whatever he says) so just because he didn’t immediately throw himself at klavier the second he hit him with the never felt this way with a man doesn’t mean he’s annoyed by klavier’s flirting it just means it wasn’t the right time. apollo can hate the gavineers shitty music and still love the man who sung it. he can think klavier’s office is ugly and still love him. i don’t love every single thing about the people i love but i still love them. if my qpp made a dog shit song i hated i would tell him bc he and i understand each other.

#idk the perfect klapollo dynamic for me is always they’ve just started dating but it feels like they’ve been together for years #they tease each other and banter but they always know it’s out of love #they’re both nerdy dorks but they’re not cinnamon roll uwu children who can’t form a sentence bc crush blush #and maybe klavier is more into pda than apollo is but it doesn’t mean apollo doesn’t like him it just means he’s not into pda #and they comfort each other when it’s needed and also they have freaky t4t sex

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chapter ten - coffin dancer

　↳ vampire!luocha x reader

warnings - gn!reader, fluff?, reference to canon-typical blodd drinking, pining, wc - 1.4k

the universe was quite vast and you should know, you had visited most of it. you had always decided that becoming a traveller in this vast universe was something that you wanted to do. and from your very first opportunity to leave and travel, you took it with no regrets. moving from one place to anither always had it's ups and downs but no matter what you were content with your choice.

you found it rather enjoyable, visiting random places and experiencing what they have to offer before doing the same on yet another planet. and by now you had managed to far and wide and sure you hadn't travelled all of it - that surely would take most of your life - you always found new things to do in places you had visited before. the only downside to being a wandering traveler was relations.

ever so often you would bond with a particular person in wherever you currently stayed, spending quite a bit of time with them and letting them show you around their home planet before begrudgingly having to depart. sure you would still keep in contact but sometimes travelling certain distances interrupted signals and made relationships strained and hard to maintain. so as painful as it was for you, you made the decision to never get too attached to anyone you met.

and that involved travelling as a single person. most people didn't want to adapt to your choice of living and you understood but sometimes you still wished a companion would show up. someone who was like you and was very willing to travel the galaxy. it was just a small hope that became more and more apparent after leaving behind so many new friends. but it seemed the aeons had taken pity.

luocha also was quite the fan of a wandering travellers lifestyle more specifically the route taken by travelling merchants. he, himself having travelled quite a fair distance in the galaxy. he had adapted this lifestyle for quite a few reasons but two very prominent ones were the fact that it appealed to him and the other due to his kin. the universe was filled with various species and some had more of a negative reputation to them and unfortunately he was apart of that group.

he is still unsure on what his kin could've done to build such stigma but there was nothing to do about it. vampires were often viewed with caution and distrust meaning quite alot of people, if they knew, would choose to stay away from him. so travelling in solidarity was quite the welcome option.

anybody that looked at him wouldn't immediately scream about him being a vampire. the most obvious would clearly be his insistence on carrying that coffin with him anywhere, but that could very quickly be covered up by his role as a travelling merchant. he knew it was quite cliché but he did like it. even his fangs weren't that visible, you would have to be practically in his face to tell. but this had mainly come from him constantly hiding his true origins despite travelling alone.

sometimes, he too would long for someone to travel with but overcame it pretty quickly and brutally. and thus content with his lifestyle. but it seemed that even as a sole traveller his path was meant to cross with another sole traveler. luocha was undoubtedly on the luofu for less than desirable purposes. and you were there revisiting to keep up with a particular good friend. someone you had met with everytime you had visited luofu, and in fact the luofu was somewhere you had visited quite often. afterall you had managed to be classed as a honoured guest by the general himself.

and yet every time you had visited you never recalled seeing a blonde haired man dressed quite like that before. and neither did your friend. obviously you weren't just going to ditch your friend to talk to the rather suspect man but maybe tommorow you may cross paths again. you had plans to visit a few other places on the luofu and yet there he was again. this time you approached him. luocha was initially quite internally startled that you had approached him so blatantly but quickly amused the conversation.

very quickly you found out he was also a traveller, this excited you very much as you rarely crossed paths with such. the conversation carried on longer than either of you guessed it would but that didn't matter as you both enjoyed conversing with the other. so much so that upon departing, the feeling of missing the other was greatly reciprocated, unspoken but still there. you had sparked luocha's intrest in many ways, so much so that he decided to use up most his time in search of you. hoping that you two could have yet another conversation.

you realised how much time you had spent with the man you now knew as luocha, and realised how risky and bold this move could be. call you crazy but you felt a connection with him and recconned he could finally becomea travelling partner that wouldn't up and leave. so with much hesitnce, you proposed the idea of travelling with one another. and to both of your surprise it was met with a quick yes. luocha still had some unfinished business to attend to and you respected that and patiently waited until he was ready.

he wanted to leave in quite the haste but you didn't mind. you both had agreed that worst case scenario you both would depart upon the planet currently staying in. but it seems that wasn't necessary. travelling with the merchant seemed to only strengthen your bond and eventually you weren't just travelling as fellow wanderers but as friends. but even through this whole time, luocha was still harbouring his secret.

he never intended in the first place to tell you, but now was more insistent on it. you were the first person he enjoyed the company off let alone properly travelling with. so he was hesitant it may ruin that. he still couldn't even fully understand why he enjoyed being around you so much. so he let it stay a hidden side to him and he planned to keep that from you as long as possible. but it seemed the aeon's didn't like this.

very soon you noticed a shift in behaviour with your companion. it was light yes, but it was so unlike him. he normally was so calm and composed and now the smallest thing set him off on one. and thenhe would disappear and comeback perfectly fine for a few hours. and it was by pure accident how you found the truth.

it was after a particular outbreak on a new planet that you're concern peaked, so you apologized for your friends actions to the locals and went to go confront him and what truly was going on. and that's how you found him, desperately looking for something within his coffin justt to pull out a bag that you could only guess contained blood before he realised your presence and turned around looking incredibly guilty.

after that instance, luocha felt as if only denying it would make it weirder and so came clean, waiting for the hate and classic stigma his kin faced. just to be met with a simple 'ok'. you had travelled far and wide, met various species and formed your own opinions not blindly believed in rumours and stigma spread around. so why would you truly care that luocha was a vampire? you thought it was pretty neat.

it had felt as if a weight was lifted of his chest, and it seemed to change nothing in your relationship - if anything making it stronger. and so you both continued as normal, however now you had the tendency to tease him about his origin. but throughout all this, luocha started slowly realising just why he felt so attached to you. why he agreed to travel with you as a pair.

he realised that these weren't just feelings of kinship and kindness, but something more. something that admittedly made him think about you constantly. the only downside being he wasn't sure were you stood on him. but if anything he just had to figure out were you stood to take the appropriate steps for the future. wether that be travelling together as friends or as something more. he preferred that option in his opinion.

#↛‡ghost stories event‡↚#x reader #x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x you #hsr x reader #hsr luocha #luocha x reader

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cancerian-woman · 9 months

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in one of the panels JM was asked how klaus would single parent hope (i think Hayley was cursed) and both him and DG agreed that freya would do the lion's share of the childcare like why did y'all ever introduce this damn baby if you never intended for him to actually be a father like...

thank you! this is exactly what I meant. This is long for a warning lol. I thought my two lined comment was understood but lmao but okay!

I’m not naive I was never expecting the Mikaelson’s raising a child to be easy or not drama-filled. I was expecting plenty of issues. A family that has lived for a thousand years and accumulated plenty of enemies was never going to have it easy with a helpless baby around! The last time that family had someone young around them was their brother. Who they rarely mentioned in TO.

I get Freya and Hayley were new compared to Klaus/Elijah/Rebekah & later Kol. They had to build foundations for them and this is no way I’m blaming Freya/Hayley but the writing(cause I know how some of y’all think lmao.) In return Hayley is the best mom-werewolf queen and fighter ever! Freya is the selfless witch for her family! Now, again I DO believe the Mikaelson’s would’ve fucked up at points. Plenty of times actually because who can say they were “perfect” at being family…nobody lol. But, question proposes again why introduce the magical baby that we can all agree doesn’t make sense. If Klaus or any of the Mikaelsons that was propped up into this plot prior to Hayley or Freya etc etc if only timeline wise was going to give them 2-3 years with Hope in total span of 5 seasons that stretched over 15 years of Hope’s life.

Klaus reason for creating hybrids was because he didn’t want to feel alone. Rebekah at that time of TVD was the only one who caught on. Hope would’ve finally been his chance at not feeling alone and yet Hayley spends more time parenting than Klaus ever does. Now, who was expecting perfection? Nobody, but why is he NEVER with Hope vice-versa. Hayley had more time as a parent and even a werewolf. TO completely ignored Klaus’ werewolf side and only showed us his biological father for one episode? They didn’t so shit but allow Hayley to suck up all the development and storylines in that regard. Then have characters such as Freya or Declan/Hayley’s boyfriend throw in Klaus’ face repeatedly throughout s5 of TO how Klaus is never around as that’s his fault. Yeah, Klaus could’ve contacted Hope for sure but physically being there would’ve went against the whole point of separating the Hallow. Even then if the writers wanted to break the rule for Klaus and Elijah then they could’ve done so for Hope. Instead, Hayley’s constantly held as the better parent/option. Mind you Hayley herself continued to bounce back and forth with her thoughts on the Mikaelsons..

Now despite all of this we could’ve been praising Marcel and the Mikaelsons as a family but the plot constantly is racist towards Marcel.(often inflicted by Elijah…) Typically his feelings towards the Mikaelsons become ignored due to his relationship with Rebekah.

I have zero issues with Hope but most fans that do have problems with her. ONLY find issues with DRR!Hope they never have animosity towards the baby-child Hope. Yes some fans hate the baby plot and that’s okay! I’m not referring to those fans I’m talking about the ones who suddenly go on this tangent that Hope has always been the issue in her family. She’s spoiled, bratty, entitled etc etc all because she dared to have feelings about how her family treated her and went drastic measures to see her dad. It shouldn’t have taken Hayley’s death for Hope to finally say she feels apart of the family. She spent most of her years alone with Hayley and clearly while she’s love Hayley, it simply wasn’t enough. Period. I do think Hayley shouldn’t have had to die for this be understood by her family but atp oh well. I don’t see an issue in fans wanting to see the Mikaelson outside of Freya & Hayley spend time with Hope or watch her grow up lol. The narrative that LGCS ruined all of the Mikaelson’s characters is false. Hope called it out that no one would care for her if Klaus died. Which is very true. The Mikaelson’s literally sent her back to school and moved on with their lives. TO knew how to “function” with the impressionable baby-child but did nothing to prepare for the teenager-woman.

TO could’ve centered on their past lives since they never let Hope stay around her family.

#DRR doesn’t get enough credit for the bs yall threw at her.#the originals #dria responds #Klaus Mikaelson #hope mikaelson #anti hayley Marshall #anti freya Mikaelson #not really but yeah<#why couldn’t Hayley take a piece of the hollow?? yeah yeah the Mikaelson’s are indestructible…but it could’ve still have Klaus a chance to #be a parent lmao.#klope #klarcel #marcel gerard #Klaus is a bad father but when u look at the plot it ain’t hard to give him leniency lol

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Chapter 3

As the first rays of dawn creep through the window, casting an ethereal glow upon the countertops and stools of the quaint coffee shop, you can't help but marvel at the delicate balance of life and death that you navigate on a daily basis. The aroma of freshly ground beans and steamed milk fills the air, a heady mix that, to some, might represent the promise of a new day, of hope and possibility.

But you know better. You know that for every customer who strolls in, searching for a pick-me-up before facing the day's challenges, there's another soul out there who deserves to be erased from existence. And for now, Samuel is that soul. Sure, you need to plan it all out, that needs time, and considering that he lives in an apartment, that would be quite tricky, honestly if he lived in a secluded house like the last guy you killed, old Jim, it would have been much better.

You carefully consider your options as you pour steaming milk into a cup, watching the froth rise and dance on the surface. The rhythmic hiss of the steam wand fills the air, a soft counterpoint to the steady stream of patrons ordering their morning fix. You could play the victim this time, that would be fun, to give him the sense of power that he craves, only to lure him on some secluded alleyway and rip all his confidence and power from him as you shove your knife deep inside his guts, oh how marvelous he would look, eyes bulging in fear and surprise, trembling and pathetic, they all look the same, you can feel yourself smiling at the thought.

Sally, your newest coworker, always a curious one, asks what made you so happy today.

"Oh, it's nothing," you reply with a dismissive wave of your hand. "Just thinking about how I'll spend my next days off."

Sally's eyes light up at this. "Really? You're finally taking a break? You should! You've been working so hard lately."

"Yeah I spoke to the manager and asked for a few days off, but you know me," you reply with a dismissive laugh. "I can't even relax when I'm supposed to." Gotta murderer assholes and keep up with life, that part, you keep to yourself.

Sally tilts her head, clearly not quite buying your dismissal but deciding not to push the issue. "Well, if you ever need anything, you know where to find me."

"Thanks, Sally," you reply with a warm smile. "You're a real sweetheart."

As the morning passes, the coffee shop begins to fill up with a steady stream of customers, each one with their own story to tell, their own lives to lead. And in the midst of it all, you continue to plot and scheme, your mind a whirlwind of dark thoughts and cunning plans. It's all a dance, a delicate balance between precision and chaos, and you revel in the control it affords you.

Soon enough, it's time for your shift to end. You bid farewell to Sally and the other baristas, exchanging pleasantries and well-wishes as you prepare to leave. But before you go, you take one last look around the shop, mentally cataloging the faces of the patrons, committing them to memory. There's always another soul out there who deserves to pay for their sins, and you're more than willing to be their judge, jury, and executioner.

As you walk out the door, the cool evening air washes over you, revitalizing your senses. Your car sits idling at the curb, waiting to whisk you away to your next destination. Tonight, you'll need to scope out Samuel's apartment complex, find the perfect spot for the deed. You pull your dark, hooded sweatshirt up over your head, obscuring your features from any prying eyes that might happen to pass by.

Steering your car down the quiet residential street, you can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation course through you. The lights of Samuel's apartment complex come into view, and you slow down, taking in the layout of the buildings, the paths between them. It's going to be tricky, but you're up for the challenge.

You park your car a few blocks away, out of sight but still close enough for a quick getaway. Retrieving a small knife from your glove compartment, you check it over, feeling the cool steel against your skin. Satisfied with its weight and sharpness, you slide it into the pocket of your pants.

Treading lightly through the shadows, you make your way towards Samuel's apartment complex. The buildings loom above you, a testament to the power and wealth of those who live within them. But to you, they are merely structures, nothing more than obstacles to be overcome.

As you near Samuel's building, you duck into a dark alleyway, out of sight of any potential witnesses. You pull your hood further forward, ensuring that your face remains hidden from view.

The alleyway is eerily quiet, the only sound the distant hum of traffic from the main road. The moon casts a pale glow over the concrete, illuminating a syringe and a discarded cigarette butt. You shudder at the thought of what kind of lives these people lead, and how easily they throw away their own humanity.

It seems like luck is in your favor, only 36 minutes later, you see him, still drunk like last night, making his way to the building, even better he opens what looks to be a mailbox, first one on the third row, can't really see the number on it from where you are but at least now you know his apartment number, fuck yeah. Another 7 minutes pass as he tries to open the front door of the building, pushing instead of pulling, God he's such a fucking idiot. With him gone, u wait a little bit more and make your way to the mai boxes, number 10, that's his apartment.

As inconspicuous as possible, you make your way to the back of the building, surveying the fire escape stairs, you decide to do that for a while, paying close attention to the second floor of the building, after a few minutes, light flows from one of the many windows, you focus on it, bingo, it's him, you watch as he opens the window only to start vomiting all over the fire escape, disgusting, maybe that's enough for tonight, tomorrow morning you'll be here to see at what time he leaves, maybe you'll break in his apartment and find more about him.

You slink away from the apartment complex, back to your car, and make your way home. As you drive, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through you. Another soul marked for death, another life ended. It's not like you enjoy it, but it's a necessary evil. Before you even step inside your apartment, you know that sleep won't come easily tonight. Your mind is still racing with thoughts of your next target, and the one after that. The cycle continues, and you are but a small cog in a much larger machine.

You change out of your dirty clothes, shower quickly, and climb into bed. But even as your head hits the pillow, your eyes remain wide open. Your mind wanders back to the image of Samuel, retching on the fire escape. You can't help but wonder what kind of life he led, what demons he was trying to escape. In a way, you almost feel sorry for him. Almost. Because in the end, he was still a part of this world, and as such, he deserved what was coming to him.

You roll onto your side, staring at the wall. The moon casts a pale glow through your window, bathing the room in a cold, silvery light. You can't help but feel a sense of detachment from the world around you. It's as if you're just a spectator, watching events unfold from a safe distance, never truly involved. But you know that's not true. You are intimately connected to the lives you take, no matter how much you try to deny it.

The bed creaks as you shift once more, this time onto your back. Your gaze drifts up to the ceiling, lost in thought. You wonder if there is anyone in this world who could ever understand what it's like to be you. To live with the weight of all those deaths on your conscience. You doubt it. Most people would probably see you as a monster, a cold-blooded killer. And maybe they'd be right. But you tell yourself that it's necessary, that you're just a cog in a machine, doing what needs to be done. It's not like you do a job or something like that, you do this for yourself, and all the other good people who need to be safe from monsters like Sam and Jim and all the others.

You close your eyes, trying to push away the thoughts that are crowding your mind. Maybe if you just close your eyes and try to relax, sleep will come easier. But even as your eyelids grow heavy, your mind remains restless. It's as if your subconscious knows that there is no escape, no respite from the cycle. You are bound to this life, and there is no denying it.

The sheets twist around you, and you shift uncomfortably in bed. You can't help but wonder how many more nights like this you'll have to endure. It feels like the weight of the world is on your shoulders, and with each passing day, it grows heavier.

You close your eyes, trying to focus on something, anything else. Your mind drifts back to your childhood, to the days when you were still innocent. When the world was a brighter place, and the only monsters that existed were in fairy tales. You wish you could go back to those times, to the time before you took on this burden.

But you can't. And even if you could, you wouldn't want to. Because you know that the world is not a safe place. There are monsters out there, and someone has to protect the innocent. You've seen the evidence with your own eyes, heard the testimonies, seen the crime scenes. You can't unsee any of it.

As you toss and turn in bed, you find yourself thinking about the first time you took a life. It was a man named Jack, your old neighbor from when you lived with your parents, he was a disgusting creep, and worst of all, his 2 daughters were the ones to suffer from it.

The police had been called a dozen times, but there was never enough evidence. Your parents had tried to help, but they were powerless against the man's influence. And then, one night, you found them. The two girls, huddled together on the front porch, tears streaming down their faces, their tiny bodies bruised and broken. You could see the fear in their eyes, the desperation. And in that moment, you knew you had to do something.

Your father and Jack had one thing in common, they both enjoyed hunting for deer in the woods near your small hometown, you waited until the next hunting season to make your move. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, Jack was already loading his gear in his truck, ready to leave, and you did the same, sneaking into the garage and snatching your father's rifle and throwing it in your old car, you gave your parents some bullshit excuse about meeting with some friends, and after him you went, keeping your distance of course.

You shot him dead in the same woods he liked to hunt, now with him being the prey, honestly you have no idea how you got away with it.

The police never suspected a thing, and the two girls were finally safe. But you knew that the weight you carried on your shoulders would never truly go away. You couldn't help but wonder if they ever knew what you had done. Maybe they suspected, but they never said anything. And so, you continued. Because you had to. Because the world was a dangerous place, and someone had to protect the innocent.

Years passed, and you honed your skills. You became efficient, calculating. You learned how to blend in, how to avoid detection. You took down more monsters than you could count. But with each passing kill, the guilt grew heavier. It became a constant companion, a shadow that followed you everywhere.

As the weeks went by, you finally had enough info on Sam, this night, he has plans to exchange some money for drugs, and fortunately the exchange is gonna be made in near the outskirts of the city, in a forest that's rarely visited by people on daytime, let alone at night.

You arrive at the meeting spot, your heart pounding in your chest as you keep a low profile, hiding in the shadows, watching and waiting. The time passes slowly, and you begin to think that you are in the wrong place. But then, you see him. He emerges from the darkness, a satchel slung over his shoulder. His accomplices, two men just as vile as he is, trail behind him. You steel yourself, taking a deep breath as they approach the rendezvous point. This isn't good, he was supposed to be alone, how the fuck are you gonna take on 3 grown ass men by yourself, you have the advantage of the first shot, but that still lives 2, possibly armed, men to take care of, and if you pull the trigger first it would be a dead giveaway of your location. Fuck this bullshit, you'll wait for them to leave, then get the hell home, you'll have another chance.

You wait between the bushes, minutes later you see other 3 people arrived at the meeting spot, one of them, the tallest one, has a bald head full of tattoos,most definitely the boss of the ones with the drugs. They nod their heads at each other, you listen close on their conversation.

"You got the money?" One of them whispers.

"Yeah, here it is." Sam replies as he hand them over.

The bald one turns to the man on his right, and with a nod of his head tells him to count the money.

" It's all there man, we ain't got time for that shit" Sam says a little bit rushed.

"Shut up and step back" the bald one says coldly. The man next to him carefully counts the money and then shakes his head.

" You short on 500 cash "

Sam's face turns pale. "I-I must've made a mistake."

" You think you can cheap out on my shit fool?" The boss says, clearly angry as he pulls out a gun aimed at Sam's head.

Before you know it, him and his friends do the same, point guns at the other ones.

Things happened so fast, you hear yelling, shots being fired, and an aching pain in your chest. You've been hit by a stray bullet.

You fall to the ground, clutching your wound, blood pouring from it. The world around you spins, and you feel like you're floating. You can hear shouting and more gunfire, but it's all becoming distant. Your vision begins to fade, and you feel yourself slipping away.

#alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x reader #x reader #slow burn #mature theme #hazbin hotel

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flintism · 1 year

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the thing about royal assassin and fool’s fate having the same narrative structure is that they’re both built upon a very simple dilemma which is: fitz has to choose between duty & love. in royal assassin fitz’s duty is to serve the king/verity/being the king’s man whereas molly symbolizes love. the dilemma is made very obvious at the beginning of the book when fitz has a conversation with patience about why molly has come to be in buckkeep & patience tells him the infamous “one horse cannot bear two saddles” burrich adage. and RA is so well constructed as a book because you can see how being torn between those two things, those two aspects of his life is tearing fitz apart until, of course, molly decides to leave him. in RA duty wins and even later, if AQ, when fitz finds out that molly was pregnant and tries to go to her he can’t because his duty has literally been engraved in his brain with the skill & verity’s “come to me”.

now in fool’s fate we have the basic same structure, fitz has to choose between his loyalty to the farseer line, here mostly embodied by chade and to as lesser extent by dutiful, and his loyalty (love) to the fool. obviously things are different in fool’s fate, fitz is older, isn’t trying to get the permission to marry the fool & isn’t in the same position toward the crown as he used to be when he was a teenager and not officially dead. but still, it’s the same idea: fitz is torn between two sides of his life and has to choose one of them. interestingly, here duty to the crown doesn’t win but, by doing what he thinks is right & accomplishing the fool’s vision, fitz still suffers a terrible personal loss. by choosing the fool he loses the fool. & i don’t only mean because the fool dies but also because after fitz brought him back the fool chooses to abide by the future he foresaw for fitz and to let him go back to molly (even though no one has asked molly what she wants ahem). it’s interesting that in both cases, no matter what he chooses, fitz loses his love. that the fool & molly make similar decisions and that those decisions entail leaving fitz. they both had their reasons i’m not really trying to discuss the rightness or wrongness of what they did here, just point out that they basically do the same thing.

i also think that, in both books, there’s a third element, a third option which is: what does it mean to be true to yourself? in RA this third element is embodied by nighteyes who presents an alternative to both duty and the traditional form of love symbolized by molly. fitz spends a good part of the book fighting against bonding with nighteyes, against “what he was born to be” as nighteyes puts it. he does end up bonding with nighteyes and, for a while, living as one with him but we all know how that ends. fitz goes back to being human & to having a king but he never quite recovers from the experience of being free from it all. from being who he was born to be. in fool’s fate it’s a bit more complicated because nighteyes is dead but i think that this alternative of being “true to oneself” is presented when fitz suggests to the fool that he might go with him in commitments. the fools explicitly compares himself to nighteyes in that chapter but to discourage fitz from coming with him: he thinks that he is to fitz what fitz was to nighteyes & that it would cost fitz too much to leave with him. i think that the comparison with RA allows us to see it in a different way: by following the fool, fitz would find the kind of freedom he had during his days as a wolf at the end of RA, but that would, indeed, cost him all his other “human” links & maybe even his human sense of self if we want to push the comparison that far. so the fool goes away & fitz goes back to molly but there is always something missing as we see very clearly in FA. i think it’s really interesting that fitz brings back the infamous “a horse cannot wear two saddles” phrase at the very end of fool’s fate and that what was first used to describe the impossibility of making duty & love cohabit in RA is used to describe the impossibility of making two kinds of love cohabit at the end of FF.

to go back to the love/duty dilemma it’s a typical cornelian dilemma: no matter what fitz ends up choosing there is no real good option & i think that thats what makes RA & FF the two most tragic (in the classical sense) books in the entire series & why, personally, those two endings are the ones that affect me the most.

#sorry this is messy & there's probably more to be said/added but i wanted to get it off my chest #robin hobb #the original gay hell #im truly like #if the fool is not fitz's love interest then why does he occupy the same narrative place in FF as molly does in RA

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Riverdale, ep. 7x13 - The Crucible (spoilers)

Well, we're finally moving the story along in episode thirteen...of twenty. Sigh. I will say that I didn't dislike this episode as much as I have the past few but still....

It all starts with an accusation of Communism against the English teacher. She's fired and Penelope is put in her place (temporarily). She actually doesn't do much. Archie is bummed because she was the only teacher who understood him (seriously, this should have been a warning).

Betty, meanwhile, finds out the Blue and Gold is being shut down because, well, teenagers don't have anything to say. This is also reinforced by the fact that Alice takes Betty's typewriter and telephone. Betty decides to start an underground newsletter instead and it becomes popular. God, let this mean our Betty is coming back.

Cheryl is told by Clifford that she's been named as someone who has an unnatural relationship. Clifford is able to squash that rumor, so long as Cheryl confirms the names of others on the list. Cheryl refuses, but then Clifford threatens to take the Vixens away. Cheryl warns Toni, Clay, and Kevin about the list. She realizes that it must be Evelyn who ratted them out. Cheryl then spends most of the episode trying to figure out a way to refuse to sign the confession without loosing the Vixens. Strangely, Toni, Clay, and Kevin treat this as some sort of true moral dilemma and not point out how these accusations could, in fact, completely destroy their lives. They even decide that the best option is that Cheryl and Kevin pretend to date and Clay and Toni pretend to date so that they can say the accusations aren't true. Still, in the end, Cheryl hears a Archie speak a monologue (more on that in a minute) and decides to tell her father she won't sign the papers, even though it means loosing the Vixens. The two couples still do the pretend dating thing because they ain't stupid and their names are still on a list.

Veronica, meanwhile, is surprised to discover that Hiram has come to see her. He has, in fact, not come to see her. He's in trouble, again. He's being accused of being a Communist because of a trip he made to Cuba. And because he happened to be photographed with Castro (give him whatever fake name you want. It's Castro). He wants Veronica to lie and say it was a family trip. It was not, in fact, a family trip. He was there with his mistress. Veronica, after seeing Archie's monologue (more of that in a minute), decides to say that it was a family trip...provided that Hiram is honest to Hermione and gives Veronica the deed to the apartment. Later, Hermione comes to the apartment and lets Veronica know that she and Hiram will divorce. By the by, so much of this story is lifted from Lucille Ball's actual life that it's...just pathetic on the writers part.

Archie is bummed about his teacher, because she was the only one who supported his poetry writing (clearly she has no taste). The adults in his life are concerned that she may have tried to influence him (God, the clues were...right there about what would happen next). Well, not Frank. Frank's worried that people may feel that, if Archie writes poetry, he might be *gay.* Archie decides to visit his teacher, who gives him a copy of The Crucible (which really doesn't help her case any). Archie decides to preform a monologue from that play (and KJ is clearly trying to audition for future acting rolls). Veronica meets up with Archie and tells him how much she appreciates what he said. She gives him a kiss on the cheek. And then they kiss. Well, we figured they would bring back the old triangle. It could be worse.

And then Grundy appears.

Fuck. My. Life.

But, wait, she's married; which is hopefully the shows way of saying nothing will happen. But it's Riverdale...and they took hope out to the back and shot it a long time ago.

Finally, we have Jughead and Ethel. It turns out that no one will sell comic books anymore. So, Jughead and Ethel...steal some of the comics from Pep to run an underground side hustle? Seriously, they couldn't have stolen every single one they sold....so was Pep involved somehow? But Dilton turns Narc and they're shut down. And so, they adults decide it's time for full measures. The principal tells the students that he'll buy their old comics and then he burns them in the Riverdale High parking lot (ok, as a Library Associate who lives in a state that is very much trying to censor what people read...yeah, that was terrifying).

Anyway, next week is our final musical episode. And, as it's all about Archie, the rumors must be true and it's all original music written by Roberto. We're truly in the deepest pits of hell now!

#riverdale spoilers #riverdale #betty cooper #jughead jones #veronica lodge #archie andrews #cheryl blossom #kevin keller #toni topaz

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godlyaffection · 2 years

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Breakfast For Two

Source Material; Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing; Nanami Kento x Male Reader

Warning; None

Summary; A loud noise wakes you early in the morning so imagine your surprise when you find your husband trying to make you breakfast in your shared kitchen.

A loud crash startled you out of your peaceful sleep. Jolting into a sitting position, quickly scanning the room, you searched for the cause of this loud noise. Just as you were about to leave the warmth of the bed to search for the cause of this noise you heard a string of curses coming from the other room. You exhaled a breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding at the noise. You softly shook your head before getting up to see the damage your husband caused in the kitchen.

It was bright, the sun shining through the opened window of your kitchen. And then your eyes fell on the tall figure of your husband standing in front of an open cabinet, pots and pans lay around his feet. His hands were running through his hair, clearly frustrated at the mess he just made. The scene made you laugh, which alerted your partner to your presence.

“I’m glad you think this is funny.” Nanami’s voice was full of irritation, and although his words were directed at you, you could tell that he wasn’t actually upset with you.

You stifled another laugh before speaking. “Don’t be so rude. You're the one who woke me up with all the noise.”

He sighed before stepping away from the pile of kitchenware at his feet to come to you. His hand came to cup the side of your face, caressing it. His hands were large and rough, but they held your face so gently. You leaned into his touch, the way a cat would when it was being scratched. He was always so soft with you, so gentle and caring.

“I’m sorry for waking you my love.” He said, rubbing his thumb over the apples of your cheeks.

You sighed contently and shook your head softly, not enough to shake off his hand, but enough to get your point across.

“What were you doing making all that noise so early in the morning anyway?” You asked, neither of you making a move to pull apart.

“I was going to make you breakfast.”

“On your day off?” you asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Of course. Anything for you my love.” Nanami said.

It was extremely serious compared to the tone you had just given him. But that was to be expected from Nanami. It wasn’t like he never teased you, but when it came to things like this, he never even humored that there is any other option. His love for you was something he never let you forget. Even if he didn’t remind you all the time you would never doubt that he loved you.

Your heart speeds up, making your words catch in your throat. You wanted to retort, maybe tease him for being so sincere, but the things Nanami made you feel were too real and fierce that there was no way you could make a joke out of any of it. So instead you both stood there looking at one another for a few more moments. Nanami finally broke the silence.

“Well, since you’re awake, would you like to help me?”

You smiled brightly at him, and nodded your head quickly. The gesture almost made him laugh, but he contained himself and settled for smiling at you. And so the both of you started to clean up the mess he had made in the kitchen floor before going to cook breakfast for the both of you.

It was mostly quiet, the both of you focusing on making food, with occasional words said between you both. It was peaceful, spending your mornings with the one you loved. Being Nanimi Kento’s husband was the best decision you could have ever made, in your mind, and mornings like these only made you feel that more than ever. Who knew what tomorrow would bring, for now you simply wanted to live in the moment with Nanami.

#.written-word (fics)#x male reader #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #nanami jujutsu kaisen #nanami x male reader #nanami kento x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen writing #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami i x reader

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wackymaci · 6 months

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@marscats37 OH HEY YOUVE GOT JESSE QUESTIONS?? well!!!!

although all wiki progress has been made exclusively on the Maci page and No Where Else, the good news is!! Jesse has his OWN brief section ON Maci's page in and of itself!! how tf did Jesse end up in Elysium indeed??

short answer: Maci adopted him as a pet once Tory moved to the underworld bc mortals do better in pairs

long answer: COPYPASTES ENTIRE LITTLE JESSE SECTION OF MACI’S PAGE BEHIND THE CUT ;;;; UWU UWU UWU,

With Tory's impromptu move to the Underworld, he hadn't left much behind in the mortal world. One such was his only other friend, Jesse - the person who'd summoned Maci from Tory's phone during that fateful night, so many months ago. Maci had only met Jesse once before that night, only just long enough for Jesse to suspiciously clock the puppy-dog eyes that Tory had aimed her way every time he'd thought no one was looking, and long enough for Jesse to have thought of her when Tory had gone through a crisis. From the events of that night Jesse, a sunny, easygoing person who had bafflingly aligned himself at Tory’s dark and moody side since their childhood, had earned himself an immediate spot in Maci’s heart too. Now that he lived in the Underworld, Tory kept in touch with him through the long distance of an entire realm apart until eventually Maci offered to sneak him into the Underworld to visit and hang out in the safety of the Elysium palace, too. She’d already broken the rules with one mortal, why not two? Besides, Melinoe was still on the loose, Hades somehow had not lashed out again with his weapon of Thanatos yet, and since retaliating at the vulnerable people indirectly around Maci clearly their go-to, it was perhaps safer for Jesse to start spending some time in Elysium with them. Tory was Maci’s one mortal exception, but Jesse had already earned her trust to be let in, too. More infinitely adventurous than Tory was, when he wasn’t hanging out in the palace Jesse spent the other half of his Underworld time wildly running around exploring all over Elysium, only stopping at the barrier’s edges when Maci reminded him that he was definitely accidentally killable if he went off somewhere without supervision. Jesse’s open running invitation into the Underworld stood concurrently with Maci and Tory getting closer to Glaukos on a platonic and physical level. As Jesse was already one of the rare people Tory had let down a wall around, when given the option of sleeping with a new third, Tory and Maci approached Jesse to be the new one to slot between them. He didn’t think twice at all before leaping at the opportunity, and becoming Maci's second ever mortal exception. Skipping ahead a little bit in this narrative, it's worth mentioning now that Jesse would become so intimately inseparable from Maci and Tory that he was formally asked to live with them permanently within the palace on Valentine's Day of the next year. There would be a number of people that Maci would go on to meet and adopt into her arms, under her roof, and in her (their) bed; not ever formally dating, just elevated and loved as super-special friends with benefits. Again, the pantheon's standard trend. The palace would continue to be populated with these people Maci latched onto along with Tory, eventually all conglomerating together into one interchangeable family unit as the years continued on... within this special category, Jesse was the first of Maci's little adopted pets, the very beginning of their trend. (Though Maci and Tory's relationships with Hypnos and Pasi, and Glaukos and Oiolyka, would continue with importance - none of the four of them ever moved in!) Jesse would even go on to later marry Laphi, another of Maci and Tory's palace residents discussed in the section below.

honestly its sooo funny as ive been looking at oldschool elysium content like, where all our main characters and our focus were SOOO different than where they are now ;0; like.... look at that up there but how often do i even ever DRAW jesse in the modern day??? A CRIIIMEEEEE HELLO??????

**full disclosure much of jesse's pre elysium backstory history is in the process of being heavy retconned actually but i do have i think Many things straightened out from where he threw himself into the palace onwards with just a teeny handful of exceptions lmao???<333

underrated fave honestly !! anyway yeah the even shorter short short version is bc Maci's a sex pest and Jesse is Extremely Cute + Pre-Tory-Approved

#preview snippets #HAVING A REFERENCE WIKI IS SO SO FUNNNNNN

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