#of course as always. if i say anything wrong feel free to correct me!

[dualityofcaezar]

Out of sight

Concubine Dio x male reader

(an: I am dumb so some things might be wrong abt concubines idk)

WARNINGS: !!spanking (kinda) degradation (not to you!) cumflation (not you!) mentions of free use of Dio (he a hoe) you're pretty possessive of Dio, part1 Dio, manhandling (?) (not you!) deep-throating, humiliation (not you!) Dio gets his clothes ripped off Infront of people, violence (?), reader is like really buff, stomach bulging (not you!) no prep (yeouwch)!!

If there's anything I missed let me know!

‼️MINORS DNI‼️

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It was a quiet day today, no business meetings or having to lob someones head off.

So of course you took that time and spent it on spending time with your loyal and beautiful concubines.

The said concubines were constantly spoiled with riches and luxuries beyond their comprehension by you, you've always wanted to give them a comfortable life with no worries other than serving you the best they can, and so you did give them that!

All of your concubines appreciated your work and care for them, they were always happy with your affection even if it may seem slim due to your work.. and someone else that's constantly occupying your mind along with your lap.

There Dio was sitting on your lap, it was never spoken out loud but rather just blatantly known you favoured Dio more, there never once was a complaint or rather not Infront of you.

Although Dio had most of the attention between all of your concubines it just wasn't enough for him.. all the spoiling you did, all the affectionate nights as well as the steamy ones. It just wasn't enough apparently.

So if course Dio had to walk into your meeting room while you weren't there in that short white silky dress that barely covered anything, along with the pure gold bangles and choker you had gotten him not too long ago.

His ass was practically fully on display and he knew it too. All those fat dirty rich men looked on as he bent over at your desk, they all chuckle and breath heavily as they watch the show Dio puts on for them.

Dio thought you didn't know what he was doing but much to his suprise you did, the other men wouldn't have been so quiet in that room after all.

Back to where you are now, Dio's squirming on your lap every so often— trying to get you hard. But you resisted, glaring down at him before you force him slightly over your shoulder so his covered ass is presented to the other concubines.

They watch closely with curiousity and so does Dio, that is, until you speak.

"I'm very sure you all are quite fulfilled with what I had given you up to this day, am I correct?"

You ask although leaving no room to disagree, your concubines nod eagerly as the admit the truth.

"of course master!"

"we thank you greatly master!"

They all sing your praises though they come to a stop when you raise your hand for a quick moment.

"well that's good to hear, however, there seems to be someone who can't exactly be satisfied."

Your concubines let out a silent gasp at your words as they pay full attention to you.

"so I believe I shall make an example out of the one, and I'm quite sure you know who it is."

Dio gulps nervously as he feels your grip on the fat of his hip tighten, he opens his mouth to say something but before he can your dominant hand tears off the back lower half of his robe off.

A shiver goes down Dio's spine as he feels the chill air touch his bare plump ass and his small soft cock, his said cock twitching slightly at being seen by all your concubines.

Of course it's beyond embarrassing but deep within him find this arousing, although he doesn't resist it at all despite the embarassment.

You whisper into Dio's ear, your voice a deep and threatening growl

"I don't know why or how I put up with your bullshit like I do, maybe I should just throw you on the table they huddle over at and let them have their way with you."

You land a harsh slap on Dio's peachy ass, his pale skin quickly stinging and turning a bright red.

"you'd like that wouldn't you? To be fucked by those men.. but their cocks could never compare to mine, no no. Theirs aren't even half the size of mine, theirs can't put an obvious bulge in your stomach like mine can."

Dio whimpers as his body shakes with humiliation at being seen like this but also arousal, after all he has always liked showing off his body but to be belittled by his master like this.. while he was feeling pretty guilty since you did always take care of him and treated him like royalty but he was just feeling awfully needy that day.

Dio's small cock grows harder with every degrading word that leaves your mouth, his dick weeping as his pre drips onto your lap right above your bulge.

With a loud disapproving grunt you shove Dio onto the floor Infront of you, glaring at him expectantly which Dio catches onto quickly and starts unzipping your pants, pulling out your half hard cock.

He licks a long stripe from the base of your cock to the tip before bobbing his head down on it, Dio only gets about half way before he starts to gag, tears pricking his eyes as he tries pulling off momentarily until you grab the back of his head and push him down so his nose is pressed snug into your pubes.

"ggk-hmmff!!! ahmf!" Gurgling and chocking noises leave Dio, once he can feel himself becoming lightheaded you pull Dio off your throbbing dick — giving it a couple of strokes before standing up infront of Dio and tossing him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Dio let's out a gasp as he tries to catch his breath while grabbing ahold of whatever he can on your back to ensure he doesn't fall, your other concubines watch on with awe as they stay in their places, knowing well enough to not interfere when you're not only mad but also dishing out a punishment.

— ★ —

You throw Dio onto your bed roughly, he whimpers with a slight hint of fear but mostly arousal as he turns over onto his stomach quickly and presents himself to you.

You grab a handful of Dio's hair before whispering in his ear.

"Such a filthy slut."

And with that you press your cock head against Dio's unprepared hole and force yourself in, Dio let's out a silent scream once your tip is in, despite doing this before you'll always just be so big.

Dio's back arches alot as his eyes roll back while you push in deeper, stars fly across his vision until he lets out a loud moan.

Once your dick is about half way inside him a small yet visible bulge appears in his lower abdomen, which only seems to grow bigger the deeper you go inside him.

You start thrusting in and out of Dio's tight ass slowly before you start plowing into him vigorously.

"ahhn! Ah, ah hyahn~! M-Master! Pl-please, slow dow- nah~ah!"

Dio's moans, your grunts, and wet slapping fills the room as you fuck into Dio like you're rabbits, your heavy balls smacking against his ass as you continue to fill him.

Slowly the coil in Dio's stomach grows tighter until it finally snaps

As you keep bucking into Dio he squeaks out a particularly loud moan, cum spraying messily from his cock underneath both of you while he grabs onto the sheets for dear life.

Dio's hole tightens around your dick causing your orgasm to come rolling down you.

With a low grunt you thrust deep inside Dio's stomach, a big bulge visible in his abdomen which only inflates from your thick cum filling Dio completely up.

You both pant heavily, sweaty bodies sticking together while your clothes crease up, Dio twitching underneath you erratically.

Slowly you start to pull out, cum leaking out from the sides of of Dio's ass as it drips down his thighs and your balls,

Once your cum covered cock is finally out you lean down and press a kiss on Dio's sweaty neck, you leave Dio in your chambers exactly like that with your cum dripping out of his ass for the maids to find him in such a state and to take care of him.

You return to the room you were in previously where all your other concubines as sitting, you take a seat Infront of them with a still very hard cock, they quickly scramble Infront of you and start licking your cock clean.

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This was shit I know, I wanted to get something out since it's been a while

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[cryptidghostgirl]

HII this is the first time I ask one of this request and I would love if you could write this idea that’s been on my mind:3 and sorry if it is too specific but I was thinking of an Alastor x reader inspired on the chapter masquerade from dangerously yours??(only if you know it of course I don’t want to bother you😭)

basically the reader is an angel undercover to spy on the guys of the hotel and their plan for the extermination and the only one who knew this was alastor, but he didn’t say anything since he found her interesting and knew she wouldn’t be a threat if he had her under his watch!! but this changes when they started talking, getting closer to each other to the point he almost forgets why she’s here and what she really is,, but they’re so in love and doesn’t doubt of the feelings she has for him either to care😭

BUT when she(the reader) discovers he knew it all along she doesn’t have another choice but to kill him with an angelic weapon, and Alastor starts rambling about how she wouldn’t do it because she loves him and that kkwjzkxbdk

sorry if it’s too confusing english its not my first language so I tried my best😭😭 feel free to ignore it if you want to!!

A/N I am not sure what Dangerously yours is but I liked this idea and did something with it anyways. I hope that is okay :) Also I know I deviated from the prompt a bit, if you want I can do another.

Masquerade (Alastor x Angel!Exorcist!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Adam. Angst. I think that is it, please correct me if I am wrong.

Word Count: 1,616

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"I want you down there."

Adam was picking at his teeth with the nail of his pinky finger, not even bothering to look at Y/n as he spoke.

"You what?" she shook her head, aghast at the idea, "Sir, do you really think that is such a good idea?"

"Yeah, that's why I am ordering you to do it?" Adam raised his eyebrows, his eyes meeting Y/n's as he leaned slightly across the table towards her, "I want everything: their plans, their intel, their... fuck, I don't know, their deepest darkest secrets. Just bring me whatever bullshit you're able to find."

"But sir, what if they find out? What if I get caught?"

"Then I'll send someone else to replace you."

His words sent a shiver down her spine. This was the life of an exorcist. Hardened, because they had to be. Afraid because there was no chance of beating their leader. Utterly disposable because there were thousands more of them to be had.

"But sir... I've really never been a good liar and... and..."

"And.. And..." Adam mocked, rolling his eyes, "Get over yourself, bitch! Pack your bags, you leave in ten."

That was how Y/n ended up where she was now, in disguise as a guest at the Hazbin Hotel. It had been scary at first. All she knew about demons was what she had been told, that they were vile, that they were filth. It came as a surprise when she also learned how kind they could be.

Alastor had known from the first moment he met her. It was the defensiveness that did it. That, and that she positively reeked of purity. When Y/n had come knocking on the door to the hotel, there hadn't been a single doubt in his mind about her true nature. Always on the hunt for a good show, he had decided to let it lie. He figured any trouble that would come of this was something he could deal with, that he would keep an eye on the little potential trouble maker. There was a certain pride that rose in his chest at the self proclaimed role of protector, he took the oath very seriously.

At first, Y/n had been reticent, suspicious. She seemed to be in a constant state of running in to Alastor and that set her on edge. He always played it off, was always kind and polite but with the years of learned behavior at her back, Y/n was slow to trust.

It happened that as she grew more comfortable at the hotel and its ragtag group of inhabitants, she also became more comfortable with Alastor. What had started off as little more than formality soon turned into her stopping to talk to him when their paths crossed, even bringing him treats she baked when he wasn't down in the kitchen to enjoy them with the rest of the crew.

It wasn't on purpose. Alastor didn't do a lot that wasn't on purpose. The more time he spent with the angel in disguise, the more he fell victim to her innocent charms. She was excitable, she looked at the world through new eyes. When he walked the well worn streets of Pentagram City by her side, it nearly felt like he was experiencing them for the first time again. There was something desirable in her sense of wonder.

Slowly distrust became friendship and friendship became something else. It was an unspoken bond of shared glances and secret smiles. No one ever talked about the way they would be looking everywhere around the hotel for one of the pair only to find them holed up together in some discrete corner listening to music and chattering away. The worst kept secret in all of Hell. Everyone saw how close they stood, how their hands brushed lightly when they walked side by side.

Y/n knew it was wrong, could feel it in her gut. The guilt ate away at her and still, she was unable to keep herself from indulging. He was magnetic, kinder than she ever could have expected and with an eye for the dramatic which she just adored. On that first night he kissed her, on the balcony beneath the false stars, she felt her divinity begin to slip.

It was a careful dance, a well strategized game of chance. They never said the words, they didn't need to. They both knew the truth, Alastor from Y/n's inability to be anything other than genuine in her joy and Y/n through the fact that Alastor seemed to avoid all forms of intimacy - emotional or otherwise - with anyone save her. She felt like she was drowning but she didn't care. She relished the embrace, the first true kindness she had felt since being forced into the ranks of Adam's army all those years before.

The weight of the lie was heavy on her shoulders, bearing down on her more and more with each passing day. With every soft smile, every hand hold, she felt the mask crack a bit more. Secrets had never been an issue for Alastor on the other hand. He expected to find joy in her slipping facade, some sense of satisfaction in the idea that while his remained strong her's was slipping. Instead, there was only worry. That was when he realized it wasn't a game anymore, it was reality and he was done for.

The line of the tightrope was thin, they both clung to it. Nothing good lasts forever and both knew, eventually, they were doomed to fall.

It happened by accident. Alastor had figured he had at least until the next extermination to make a plan, as did Y/n. Fate had other plans.

"My dear!" Alastor hummed jovially as he materialized in Y/n's room, "Your fellow guests are waiting in the lobby."

It wasn't out of the ordinary for him to just appear, Y/n was used to it by now. He was a man of routine and she knew his schedule, worked her own reports in carefully around it. She should have been suspicious of how well things were going, should have seen the doomed end creeping closer by the minute.

She froze, the portal open before her spinning gold sparks into the room as it framed Adam's face. His eyes flicked to Alastor and then to Y/n. Her eyes stayed stuck on the Radio Demon, grief winding its way through her lashes.

"Oops!" Adam laughed, "Wrong place wrong time, dick for brains."

Either way, it was a lose lose situation. Both Y/n and Alastor saw it. He killed her, she killed him, she didn't kill him and was ousted from heaven or killed by Adam, he didn't kill her and Charlie lost all trust in him. There was one faint future, glimmering with potential, where everything worked out. Y/n saw it in the idea of tricking Adam into having gotten Alastor on her side working against the hotel. Alastor saw it in Y/n falling and the perpetually kind hearted princess of Hell, Charlie, taking her in.

Y/n's sharp intake of breath sent shiver's down Alastor's spine. He watched her carefully, microphone in hand.

"Well?" Adam groaned in irritation, "Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna kill him?"

Her gaze shifted to Adam momentarily, her mask gone and her expression conflicted. She was looking to him for an option, for a way out. Adam gave no such reprieve and she returned to Alastor, her eyes widening in sudden realization of the essence of their situation.

The man in question had made no move to attack. It revealed everything, she took a trembling step towards him.

"You knew?"

The question was soft as rose petals, quiet enough so Adam couldn't quite make out what she had said. Alastor gave a subtle nod.

"God, Lute was right. You are a pathetic little brat, aren't you. Finish. The. Job."

Another furtive glance thrown between the two men and Y/n transformed. Wings sprouted from her back, her demon features fading into nothing as a black halo materialized above her head. Spear in hand, breaths shallow and constant, she turned her anxious eyes and spear to Alastor.

He was blinded, she was beautiful. Alastor had always found her attractive but something about seeing this true nature of hers, the face behind the mask, made him breathless. His mind reeled, he felt only he should return the favor but feared she would mistake it as aggression.

Please.

Her lips formed the word though no voice left her chest.

Run.

Alastor shook his head the slightest bit. Tears began to well in Y/n's vibrant eyes. Stuck between Heaven and Hell, divinity and desolation, love and war. She took a step forward. Y/n's wings splayed out behind her, a fitting backdrop to her inhuman beauty of the moment.

"Get it over with." Adam spat.

She begged him with everything but words. She wanted to do anything. To run, to hide, to lash out, to kill her instead. Alastor just stood there. He let his microphone disintegrate into the air.

He couldn't comprehend what he was doing, what force was driving him to look his much avoided double death head on without fear. Regardless of his confusion, he was undeterred. He spread his arms slightly to the sides, feeling his second form begging for control. He could feel the horns sprouting, the heat from the aiming light of the gun on his brow.

Y/n's expression only became more pained. Taking a deep, stuttering breath, she drew her weapon back.

"I'm so sorry."

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[deansapplepie]

Till THE DEAD do us part | Chapter 2

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Chapter 2: Anything that Reminds you of Me

Summary: In this chapter Y/N Grimes gets back something that she lost, discover some secrets and conflicts Shane.

Warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing, mentions of death, violence, Shane is an ass, Merle being Merle.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s sister)

Word Count: 3716

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love.

After that day you grew closer to Daryl, it was easy to be with him, you could stay a long moment silently and it would not feel awkward. Also, it was cute to watch his interactions with Luna. He started to interact more with her and sometimes even took her for a walk. But now, you needed to also deal with a super protective Shane that out of nowhere thought you were a little girl.

“Be careful. He’s not the right man for you.” You rolled your eyes at him, he always said the same damn thing and you were getting tired of it.

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe I don’t want the right one? Maybe I just want the wrong one?” You were tired, you would always tell he was just your friend, that you knew how to defend yourself, but he always came with the same judgmental words about Daryl and about you.

“Y/N…” That was it, you had enough.

“Shane, I’m no damsel in distress, and… you’re not Rick, okay?” You chose your words carefully almost saying ‘you’re not my brother’, but you considered him your brother, right? You tried change your words to not hurt him, but what you said… he understood what you said, he was not Rick which means he’s not your big bro to boss you.

“Fine.” He answered teeth greeted.

“Fine.” You throw back at him, leaving your side of camp followed by Luna.

A group was getting ready to do a run to get more food and any other thing that could be useful. You weren’t going this time, so you approached Glenn to give him a list of things you needed. He was the one with more experience on the runs, so he was the best person to have the list.

“Just that?” He asked looking at your very small list.

“Yeah, I don’t need much.” You scratched Luna’s ears while she got a lick from Glenn’s hand.

“Nothing special? A candy? Maybe some cookies?” He suggested, you never asked those kind of things to him, but he would always bring something to you. He was like that cute baby brother that everyone wanted to have.

“If you see anything that reminds you of me, you can bring it.” You simply answered, everything was almost ready for them to go. So you decided not to get on their way. “Be careful, ok?”

You left them finishing getting things done and went to the other side of the camp where a certain archer was also preparing his things to go hunting.

“Good morning” you said as you got close to him, Luna already attacking him with her tongue and paws.

“Morning”, he answered while petting the happy dog. “Luna, stop” he tried commanding the german shepherd when she wouldn’t let him finish what he was doing. “Stop” he said again.

Then she stopped looking at him, puppy eyes, tongue out and the tail going side to side. “Good girl” he scratched her ears. You smiled looking at both of them, they were too much cute to not smile at.

“Can I go hunting with you?” You finally talked.

“It’s better not, I’m planning on bringing something big this time and ya make much noise walking, no offense” he was not wrong, but you could use leaving the quarry for a while.

“Alright, do you want Luna to go with you?” You asked, you’d prefer Luna stayed with you, but you knew he also needed some company.

“Nah, I’m ok. She sometimes doesn’t obey me, I don’t wanna risk anything happening to her.” You sat on a beach chair that was close where he was preparing to head out, Luna on your feet.

“When you come back, you’ll teach me how to shoot the crossbow, right?” You had asked him the other day and he said he could help you, but then you never had the opportunity.

“Yeah, I’ll…” he stopped mid sentence watching Merle approach, he was going on the run, so why was him coming back?

“Want anything special lil bro?” He asked, then looked between you and Daryl with a smirk on his face. “Maybe, some condoms?” He knew he would get Daryl pissed, most of the time he would say this things just so he could see Daryl’s reaction.

“Shut the fuck up Merle!” His face burned and he was trying to hide his blushed cheeks. Your cheeks were also blushing and you had nowhere to hide.

“Don’t you have to go on that run Dixon?” He laughed and tried to pet Luna, but she barked to him making him jump.

“It’s okay love birds, I’ll leave you alone.” He said returning to the group that was almost going.

“Don’t mind him.” Daryl tried to apologize, he felt like he was always apologizing or making excuses for his brother.

“Don’t worry, it’s just Merle being himself, there’s not much you can do.” You stayed there with him until he was ready to leave to the woods, you wished him good luck and told him to take care. He gave you a little grunt that you interpreted as ‘thank you, take care too’.

The rest of the day was uneventful. You helped around camp, took care of the kids and also rested a little. It was getting late but nobody had came back from the run yet. You were starting to become worried.

“Any sign of them?” You asked Dale who was at his usual spot near the RV.

“No, not yet.” He answered and looked with his binoculars again.

“What if something bad happened?” Amy asked worried, Andrea, her sister, had gone with them and she was not used to go on these runs.

“I’m sure they are fine, maybe they run into some trouble, but they have T.Dog and Merle, they are strong. They’ll be fine.” You tried tranquilizing the younger woman.

Not longer after this conversation you heard a big noise, just like a car alarm. Down the road a red sports car came in a high speed and the noise of the alarm became higher and higher. Soon the car stopped in the entrance of the quarry and it was Glenn inside. Shane ran to stop the noise of the alarm and soon after a truck stopped behind the beautiful car. ‘They freaking stole a truck’, you thought admired. ‘What could possibly have happened?’

You saw T.Dog, Morales and Andrea coming from the truck. Amy was helping Andrea to walk, something had gone really wrong. Where was Merle? Suddenly you heard a commotion, you thought you heard Carl yelling the word ‘dad’ and it couldn’t be it. What were the chances? Luna ran from your side in the direction of the group and you had to follow her. “Luna, stop! You can’t go running like that!” You yelled at the dog, only stopping when she jumped on Lori, Carl and… Rick.

“Rick?” You didn’t even know if anyone could listen to you, you felt as if you were in one of those dreams where you want to talk, scream and you just can’t, but that wasn’t a dream. Rick was there in his uniform, hugging his family, tears in his eyes and he heard you, if it was another sad dream he’d have ignored you like in every other that you had. But he got up from where he was hugging Lori and Carl, and he walked in your direction, you ran the short distance between you, and threw your arms around him.

“It’s really you” tears were already coming from your eyes.

“It’s me, I’m here now.” He was alive and his heart was beating, he kissed the top of your head and you hugged him tightly.

“I thought you were dead, I- I should have gone and saw it for myself. I’m sorry, you were left alone… I’m so sorry.” Many feelings came to your mind at this moment, Shane told you he was dead, but he wasn’t. You were happy about having your brother back, but now you were infinitely angry at Shane.

“It’s ok, you couldn’t know. None of us are going to separate again, I promise.” After you departed from his embrace, you looked at Shane and for second he was scared. He knew you were mad, and he knew he had screwed everything. Your look meant many things and he was scared of what he could lose if you ever opened your mouth.

You were informed that they let Merle cuffed to a rooftop.

“Damn, I know he’s an asshole, but it’s not going to go well when Daryl get to hear about it. I’m not telling him, you guys tell, I’ll just be around in case he gets out of control.” You said. Fuck. You knew they probably had a good reason for that, but Daryl was his brother and he would get very upset about it. Actually, upset doesn’t really represent how he would be. And you couldn’t blame him, you were a young sibling too and if it was Rick… you’d be angry too. In fact, at this moment you were still mad about Rick being left in the hospital to die.

“What will you do? Are you gonna kiss the calm into him?” Shane mocked you up, good everything you needed.

“Fuck you Shane!” You showed him your middle finger and left, if it was any other time, it would become a playful moment between both of you. But right now, you couldn’t. There was too much on your mind.

You closed into yourself for a while, trying to calm yourself down and organize your thoughts, but it was almost impossible. You wanted to thank Glenn, for bringing your brother back to you, but with everything that happened you didn’t get the chance to thank him. When you told him to bring something that reminded of you, you were not expecting him to bring your brother that you thought was dead. You were so glad at Glenn for it, he could have ignored Rick and let him to die, but he helped him.

“We’re organizing to go get him by the morning” Rick sat by your side, concern in his eyes. “I know we shouldn’t have left him there, but things got out of control and T.Dog lost the key.” You know he was being honest, and you were happy they were going back to rescue him.

“Daryl is probably coming back tomorrow morning, maybe he’s able to go with you. I think he’d like to.” You felt Rick tense, you knew your brother, it was just like you could feel his energy. Shane already opened his mouth.

“This Daryl Dixon, what’s going on between you two?” There was the question you were waiting he would drop.

“Nothing, he’s my friend. I have no idea what Shane told you, but he’s an ass. He judges people without knowing them. Daryl is a good person and he was with me when I needed the most.” You gave him a brief explanation, omitting the part that you were crying over his cheating friend and wife, and telling it was because you missed him. Not completely a lie. “Trust me, he’ll probably hate you tomorrow, but you’ll get to know him and you’ll see who he really is.”

Rick tried to trust you, he knew you well and he also knew Shane’s temper, but he could not stop protecting you now that he was back.

The other day early in the morning Rick, Glenn and T.Dog already had a plan and were packing everything to rescue Merle and pick the guns Rick had lost. Everything was going just fine, till Daryl made his big entrance cursing a walker that ate the deer he was tracking.

‘Just good, he’s already moody. That helps a lot’, you thought. As soon as the news were told, Daryl jumped in Rick’s direction and you had to come between then.

“Hey! Hey! Daryl! Listen to me! Calm down.” You were in front of him, your back turned to Rick, hands up.

“Easy for ya to tell, yer brother is back from the dead while mine is handcuffed to a damn roof.” He looked at you and you could see anger, fear and despair in his eyes.

“I know. I have mine back and you need to rescue yours. They are going back to rescue him. Rick is really sorry, trust me.” You put your hands on his chest praying he would not flinch at your touch or take your hands away, but he didn’t move. “Now we can stay here, fighting each other while Merle is alone in that rooftop, or you can all work together and rescue him. I know right at this moment you wished Rick was dead, but I’d never wish it for Merle. Our brothers can do stupid things, but they don’t deserve to die.”

A long silence came and Daryl contemplated the possibilities, he trusted you, but he wanted to punch Rick’s face as much as he wanted to punch Shane for going around talking shit about his brother. He looked at you one last time and said “Fine. I’m going.”

After they went on the rescue mission the camp started to go back to normal. But it was not over to you, and you had something you needed to do. You walked large steps on Shane’s direction.

“Hey Shane!” You called, in the moment he turned to you, you were already close enough and in seconds your closed hand were making contact with his face.

“What the hell was that for? Because of your boyfriend?” He asked his hand touching the left side of his face.

“That was because of my brother, and you know why. All the reasons going on your mind right now, it’s because of them.” You know he understood, his angry face became a worried one in seconds.

“Y/N… I didn’t know. I swear, he was not breathing, his… his heart had stopped.” He tried to explain. Some people looked at you and other pretended to be minding their own businesses but you couldn’t care less.

“Well, then explain me this. Because I see two options, first you lied, or second we need to take Rick to the authorities immediately, because he’s the cure to all this shit.” You decided to go to the side of the camp where your tents were, you have had enough. The show was over.

“Aunt Y/N, why did you punch Shane?” Damn the kid saw it, Lori wasn’t going to like it.

“Shane said I needed to practice, so he asked me to practice on his face. Very dumb decision I’d say.” You gave the first excuse you could think to Carl, but then Lori came.

“You punched Shane?” She asked in low voice, everybody saw there was no secret about it.

“Yes, he deserved. You know he deserved, I was holding up since yesterday when Rick showed up.” You answered actually there was way more time that you wanted to this, but no way you were going to say Lori what you saw one and a half weeks ago.

She had nothing to say, she also was angry at Shane for making her think Rick was dead. Lori was angry at herself too, for getting involved with Shane, but now it was too late. After that you took some clothes and went to the lake to wash them with the other women, you also decided going at Daryl’s tent and took the clothes of him that you could find. After what happened that was the least you could do to him. You took Luna with you so she could play a little and experience the freedom. Most of the day was alright, the exception was the scene Ed cause ending with Shane punching the shit out of him, you hope he understood the message to not touch Carol again. Also, Jimmy had an insolation and were kind of having hallucinations forcing you to tie him to a tree.

Later that day, you were starting to get anxious about them not returning to the camp. You had just gotten your brother back and even though you knew he did the good thing going back to Atlanta, you were worried you’d lose him again. All of you were around the bonfire eating the delicious fish that Amy and Andrea had fished, you were not a fan of fish, but this was the apocalypse so you would eat whatever you needed to survive. Soon after Amy told she was going to use the bathroom and got up, you heard to her scream and from that moment everything went wrong on that night.

Zombies were attacking the camp, one had bitten Amy, but you didn’t had time to feel sorry for the younger girl that was so dear with everyone from the camp. Everyone got up and ran trying to pick something to defend against the dead. You always carried your gun and knife, so you took your knife and got ready to defend yourself and your family.

“Carl, Lori, Y/N, stay behind me, I’ll protect you.” Shane said, you just ignored him and started stabbing the dead on the head with your knife.

If you could fight, you would not stay behind any man hiding yourself. Rick and Shane didn’t teach you how to knock out a rapist so now you could hide away from the zombies, they were even easier to deal with than alive people. You started counting how many you killed, using it to concentrate and not let your mind wander, soon you had lost count of how many. While you killed your last one, another came on your direction falling on you making you go to the ground, the dead on top of you, you lost your knife, you put one arm between you and the neck of the zombie, trying to reach out for your gun, but before you could take it the dead fell to the side an arrow on his skull.

‘Thank God, they are back.’ You thought and when you looked Daryl was already in front of you offering his hand to pull yourself up.

“Thank you” you said trying to catch your breath from the tiring wrestle you had with the dead one.

“ ‘s nothing” He replied and then shoot another one from the spot you were. You looked around finding your knife on the ground not very far from where you were fighting for you life, but not so close that you could grab it at the time. You took your knife, but the camp was already under control.

The dead that were not lifeless on the ground were being killed by the others, so you allowed yourself to relax a little. You spotted Rick not very far with Lori and Carl, your eyes roamed through the quarry and you also saw T.Dog and Glenn, but where was Merle?

“Merle?” You threw the question at Daryl, but you couldn’t deny… you were afraid of his reaction and of his answer. He made a face and shook his head, you thought about the worst.

“Oh my god, Daryl… I’m sorry.” You said, but was almost cut off by him.

“He’s alive, the dumbass cut his own hand and scaped, we were hoping he was back to camp and worrying about what he’d do once he arrived here. He stoled our car.” Well, this was totally Merle, you were glad he was alive, but you couldn’t even imagine what would happen if he had came back to the camp.

“That’s what took you all so long to come back?” You wanted to say you were worried, not only about Rick, or Glenn that was your good friend or T.Dog, mostly about him, but you didn’t know how the words would sound to him, so you stopped yourself before you could say anything.

“That too, but we had other problems.” You were going to ask more about it, but just when you were going to open your mouth Rick came to you.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” Rick asked holding your shoulders and scanning you over to see if you were hurt anywhere.

“I’m alright, despite what some people think I’m not useless and fragile.”

“That’s not what I meant, I was just worried” Rick took a deep breath and looked in your eyes. “I just got all of you back, I can’t lose you again.”

“I can’t lose you too, so stop doing stupid things.” You said and tugged his hat brim to cover his eyes playfully. When you looked to the side, you saw the archer in the distance, already close to his tent.

The night was turning into day and one new morning was starting, the camp was a mess. You had people to burry and walkers to burn. And to think that hallucinating Jimmy dug two graves the other day. You were so caught up in all the confusion that you forgot about Luna, and you didn’t see her anywhere. You started to call her name, until she came running to you from inside Dale’s RV. You were so relieved she was good and alive. You squatted and hugged her while she tried to lick your face. All the people you cared for were good and alive, and you couldn’t be more grateful for it, but you didn’t know what you would do now, the quarry didn’t seem to be safe anymore. The question was, where could you possibly go?

Final Note: Thanks for everyone reading, liking, reblogging and commenting, it’s really good to receive your feedback.

#the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd #twd daryl #daryl x y/n #daryl fanfiction #daryl imagines #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl x you #daryl dixon imagine #daryl x reader #daryl #daryl x grimes!reader #rick grimes

[fudanshidoublevision]

It's pretty funny how the three love interests have something in common 。。。。besides their obvious interest (Haley) and obsession (Double Vision and Ray) towards the MC of the game.

The three of them smoke, which might be something banal for some but I like to hold into small details like these and make up stuff.

Haley takes smoke breaks, Ray smokes when he is in your apartment and Double isn't shown smoking in the game but he does on his birthday illustration. ᶘ ⊙ᴥ⊙ᶅ

Not sure if that was on purpose or just a coincidence but either way, it makes sense to me.

Ray, especially, the fact that he smokes.

Considering that he spent most of his pre-teen and teenage years until he was 18 years old living with Steel Sheriff and remember, Steel Sheriff is a shitty person and a BAD influence, so it makes sense that maaaybe that bad habit was influenced by that horrendous man and Ray took a hold into it.

Ray strikes me as the type of guy who's addicted to nicotine and honestly? I don't blame him at all, that man went through so much shit since he came out of his mother's womb so if he EVEN chain smokes, it wouldn't faze me at all.

Not sure if Ray smokes only at night but someone dear to me does and well, the only time of the day Ray is completely free of any duty is at night, as far as i've seen? Also, smoking at night sounds...right to me, he takes notice of you and opens the window so he isn't stinking up your place...which is surprising, the only smokers I know always smoke in secluded places and I can smell it all the way into my bedroom. ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ

I'm aware that nicotine has some benefits but we are talking about Ray, who is freaking Binary Star, HIS ABILITY???? EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. /j This man does not GAF about the side effects or the benefits of smoking. Out of the three I believe that Ray is free from any illnesses or any type of side effects, heh.

Now, Haley, they are shapeshifter...? Correct me if I'm wrong, im an amateur on the Haley department. Crazy idea but imagine if they smoke on their cat form, holy fucking shit. Their brain, gastrointestinal system or even their heart is not safe though...but I believe that they can easily shift into any animal with the strongest lungs ever and live another day without being worried about any complications? Huh, this sounds batshit crazy so I think I'll stop writing this part.

Like Ray, Haley seems to smoke as a sedative, what if they smoke herbal cigarettes? Also, I believe that they can easily quit if they want to (heh, now that I'm reading this part i forgot that this is something most addicts say, LOL.) , which I beg to differ when it comes to Ray or Double, I don't judge them, just an observation I guess.

At last, my favorite character and current obsession, Double Vision.

Cigarette smoking, yeah but what about vaping? He looks like the type of guy that would vape or maybe is it too tame for him? Maybe he wants something stronger. Wait, does anyone really need a reason to smoke? ಠಿ_ಠ

People say that vaping is less hazardous than smoking but to me? It's the same thing, most e-cigarretes contain nicotine but yeah, you are inhaling smoke from burning tobacco when you smoke a cigarette. I don't know anything about vaping. It's pretty popular in my country though, never tried it but my friend told me that vaping feels and tastes different from smoking, so I believe their judgement.

Forgive my yapping, like I was saying! He isn't safe from the lung cancer, at all. Yeah, this man can do sick tricks with the smoke, for sure... I'm not going to name any because I might be wrong but you name it and maaaaaaaybe he would be capable of doing it, if you can do something for him back, of course. Oh, I'm 100% sure this freakazoid throws the smoke in your face on purpose, I find that hot actually...if only my nostrils and eyes could say the same about that. If he does that, I'll be coughing like I have asthma until I die.

Hmm, I can't think of when he started smoking...maybe on his teenage years? After all, I think it was at that time that he started to get along with shady people and ugly business. The power of influence and their ambience might be a big factor of this habit on these guys. Heavy on Ray.

That's everything I could think of. For now.

If you are a real person, don't smoke, I guess?. Do whatever you want BUT DON'T BE TELLING ANYONE THAT TUMBLR USER fudanshidoublevision encouraged you to do it.

If you are fictional character, yassss smoke all you want beautiful inexistent individual, you don't exist after all!

GODDAMN!!!!!! I MIGHT START SMOKING RIGHT NOW IF I CAN LOOK THIS HOT 😍😍😍 GIVE ME THAT CIGARETTE 🔥🔥🔥

#binary star hero #bsh double vision #bsh haley #bsh ray #binary star #my goofy ahh writing #actually i feel like this post doesn't deserve this tag but rather #overnalyzing writing

[girls-are-weird]

YR fanfic pet peeves (and corrections): latin america edition

so. i was originally going to post this in january as a kind of "new year, new opportunity to learn about simon's hispanic heritage" kind of a thing, but life got busy, and then my computer died and i lost my original list, so i've had to reconstruct this from memory as best as i could. there may be some stuff missing, so perhaps i'll just keep adding to this post as missing/new points come to mind.

disclaimer 1: if you've included any of the points made here on any fanfic of yours, please don't take this as a call-out. this isn't intended to shame anyone, but rather as an educational opportunity. it's very rare that a latin american nationality that is not mexican or colombian or puerto rican is showcased in an international show, especially outside of the US, and it's given me such joy to have all of you lovely folks make the effort to be open to and research and understand the idiosyncrasies of simon's (and omar's) heritage because the rest of latin america tends to go overlooked in most other fandoms. so i don't intend to scold anyone with this. we can't all know everything about every other culture-- lord knows i don't know everything about sweden, but i want to be respectful to the country and its people and that is why i heavily research anything i don't know and ask people who do know when my research doesn't quite cover it and am open to corrections when even that falls short. i expect most of you come to write about simon's family background in good faith and also want to be respectful to his family's culture, and so i thought i might make things a bit easier for you all by putting the most common errors/misunderstandings i've seen in one handy post. but once again, it's not a call-out, i don't get offended by these things, and i'm in no way implying, if you've done any of these things in fic or in life, that you are a bad person. i understand people make mistakes when they don't know things.

disclaimer 2: i am not venezuelan myself. i was born and raised in the same general region of latin america, though, and i have venezuelan friends and have worked with venezuelan people and have visited venezuela. generally speaking, i feel their culture is very similar to mine (though our spanish is much closer to spanglish than theirs is, haha xD) and feel a deep kinship with them. but of course, i'm no native, and if you're venezuelan and catch anything here that you feel is incorrect, feel free to point it out and i'll add a correction in your name.

warning: this is very long. christ almighty. DX if you can't make it to the end, tl;dr-- feel free to ask if you have any questions or if anything isn't clear. my ask box/messages are always open.

1- "mijo." this is the only one that legit has caused me to click out of several fics/chapters, at least in the beginning, but i've learned to grin and bear it by now. it's not so much that it's wrong, per se, but rather it's more of a location issue. "mijo" is, to my ears, very much a mexican (or, if you stretch it, northern triangle) slang. it IS used sparingly in other countries, but rarely used unironically. instead, if you hear the term used in the caribbean region of latin america (which my country is part of, as is a large part of venezuela), it's almost always used… let's say sarcastically. for example, if your grown-ass adult friend is being a dumbass and doing something reckless, you might call out "oiga, mijo, se va a romper el cuello" ("hey, mijo, you're going to break your neck"). basically, it's a way of calling someone immature like a child. it doesn't have to be ENTIRELY unaffectionate (kinda like the way someone might call their significant other "idiot" or "dummy" but mean it endearingly. in fact, in colombia it's way more common for spouses to call each other "mijo/a" than it is for them to call their children that), but you can also use it with complete strangers-- like if someone cuts sharply into your lane while you're driving, you might yell at them "oiga, mijo, a donde le enseñaron a manejar, en un potrero?!" ("hey, mijo, where did you learn how to drive, in a horse paddock?!"). but even in these sarcastic/neggy cases, it's rare. and EVEN RARER to hear a mother call her children "mijo" or "mija" in this region. it's just not a thing. so when i read it in fanfic, it immediately takes me out of the story because it's so weird to me that linda would sound mexican-- it's a very distinctive accent, which carmen gloria 1000000% does not have. (plus, "mijo" in spanish is a type of birdseed. so it gave me a chuckle the first few times i read it in a fic because i always have that brief second of confusion where i go "why is linda calling simon birdseed?" before it clicks. xD i'm a dork.) it's much more likely that linda would just say "hijo" or "mi hijo," instead.

1b- the way you decide on whether to use "hijo" or "mi hijo" is important because "mi hijo" can sound overly formal in the modern context especially, much like it would in english. in fact, you can use the english version of it, "son" vs "my son" to guide you on which of the two to use. like for example, if linda were to say directly to simon "i love you, my son," she would sound oddly old-timey and anachronistic, so you would just use "son" ("hijo") in that case. whereas if she's talking about simon with someone else, for example saying "i told my son to be here on time," you'd be perfectly okay to use "mi hijo" in that sentence in spanish. it's very transferable in that case.

2- speaking of non-transferable, though, you can't use "cariño" in all instances you would use "sweetheart" or "sweetie." it really depends on the grammatical construction, and it can be tricky to get it right, but it depends on whether you're using it as a direct address or as an object. for example, if you're using it in place of someone's name-- say, a mother telling her child "te quiero, cariño" ("i love you, sweetheart/sweetie") is perfectly fine, because in that case, she could also say "te quiero, hijo" ("i love you, son") or "te quiero, simon" ("i love you, simon"). but if, say, simon says to wille "you're my sweetheart," you would not use "cariño" there; you'd go instead with some syrupy way to say "boyfriend," like "eres mi novio" or "eres mi enamorado" or even "eres mi amor," and if sara tells felice "you're a sweetheart," that would also not involve "cariño" at all. in addition, "cariño" is also very rarely used in plural; if linda is using a term of endearment for both her kids, or for a group of teens her kids' age, she would use a different term of endearment altogether: "hola, mis amores" ("hi, my loves"), "hola, bebés" ("hi, babies") or "hola, mis tesoros" ("hi, my treasures") among some examples. one exception is when you say "cariños míos" ("my sweethearts"), but very rarely the plural by itself. in fact, "cariño" is often slang for gift or present, especially in the diminutive-- for example, if you go to someone's celebratory party for some occassion (birthdays, graduations, baby showers, heck even christmas), you might hand them a small gift and go "te traje un cariñito" ("i brought you a small present"), and if it's more than one gift, or you're bringing gifts for several people, then you'd say "unos cariños" or "unos cariñitos" in the plural.

3- simon's skin is tan, not tanned. this… doesn't personally bug me as much because it's more of an english grammar issue, but i know people who might actually feel very offended if you get this one wrong with respect to them. "tan" is a color; a light shade of brown. "tanned" implies the original color of your skin has darkened with the sun. now, i'm sure simon can tan (lucky goat, says she whose skin burns even while indoors), but about 95% of the time "tanned" is used in YR fanfiction, it's used as a descriptor of the color of simon's skin as we see it on the show. that would imply his skin used to be lighter at some indeterminate before-time and has been darkened by the sun. this is incorrect; that is the natural color of simon's skin. so stick to "tan skin" instead (not tan PERSON, mind you. his SKIN is tan, he is not). and i would gently suggest that if you take away any single thing from this post, make it ESPECIALLY this point, as someone more sensitive than me might interpret this error as some kind of retroactive whitewashing. and i don't want anyone here to get in trouble for simply not knowing.

4- pabellón criollo is one dish, yes, but it's four different FOODS. it's not something a newbie would be able to make off of a recipe (i don't know how to make it and i've been eating it all my life), and it's not something that's likely to be taught in just one day. also, if you're bringing it to a dinner or a potluck, you're bringing four separate food containers, not just one.

4b- also, venezuelan food, for the most part, is not particularly spicy. you CAN make it spicy if you want, but traditionally, it is not. it's flavorful, maybe even saucy depending on the dish, but rarely spicy. i know the joke of white people being unable to handle spice is funny, but there's also plenty of us hispanic people who are equally terrible at it, because there's different levels of spice in the food from different regions of latin america. besides, as a friend of mine perfectly put: we are living in the 21st century now. if you can eat mild mexican food, you should be able to handle traditional venezuelan food just fine. and i'm pretty sure there's mexican food in sweden. plus, wille would probably be more used to international food-- not only does he have the means, but having traditional meals in foreign countries is kind of part of the job.

5- while i'm at it: simon is definitely half venezuelan. this is canon as of S2. there is no other place in the world where that dish is called pabellón. please keep that in mind when you're writing and researching.

5b- this, along with several of the points above, is important because it's a bit of diaspora trauma that whenever we venture outside of latin america and people learn we're latino, they immediately assume we're mexican, or that our culture and traditions are the same as those of mexican people. it happens often, and it's incredibly annoying. not that there's anything wrong with mexico or mexican people-- they're lovely, and their traditions and culture and food are fantastic-- but we are not them, and treating us like we are is reductive. the rest of latin america can be very different and incredibly diverse, and it can be dispiriting when people treat us like we're all the same. so that is why it is important when writing about simon, his family or his venezuelan roots, that you take care to actually research things as they are in venezuela, and not just pick the low-hanging fruit of latino facts you might've learned through pop cultural osmosis, which eight times out of ten will be mexican-only because most hispanic people in the US are mexican and the US exports its media all over the world. i've learned to just roll my eyes at it by now, but some people might actually feel offended or hurt, and i'm sure nobody here intends for that to happen.

6- although simon speaks spanish, neither he nor sara nor his mother nor any aspect of his mother's culture is spanish. "spanish" is what people from spain call themselves. people from spanish-speaking latin american countries are not spanish; we are hispanic, or latino/a/e. "latinx" is… let's call it controversial, at least outside of the US. most people born and raised in latin america don't like it; i personally don't get offended if people use it, but i don't use the term myself. also, you can say "latin food" or "latin music," but we usually don't refer to PEOPLE as latin, but rather latino/a/e. if in doubt, just use latin american or hispanic. they're also conveniently gender neutral.

EDIT: @andthatisnotfake also brought up a very important point: "if you spell it latinx, it makes it harder for screen readers to read (or so I've been told) and some people depend on those, so there's another reason to avoid it." (the unpronounceability of that term is at least part of the reason why hispanic people who live in latin america don't like it.)

6b- never use "the latino/a" on its own to refer to people. "latino/a/e" is an adjective, not a noun, so you would say "the latino boy" or "the latino man" but never just "the latino." kinda like it would be weird to point out the one japanese man in a room as "the japanese." there are some nationality/ethnic terms that just don't work as nouns in english.

7- spanish is not simon's one native language-- or at least not any more than swedish is. he grew up in a mixed-race household, speaking two different languages. it's pointless to call spanish his native language when comparing it to swedish. both are his native languages. also, while we're at this, wille is probably at least bilingual (i'm assuming he can speak at least english), although he only has one native language. it's hardly a competition between the two boys as to who's more of a polyglot.

7b- simon wouldn't take classes on the spanish language-- like to learn how to SPEAK the language-- since spanish is one of his native languages. he wouldn't take them at hillerska, nor in university, nor elsewhere. he wouldn't be allowed. you're literally not allowed to take classes on your native language, nor get credit for said classes. trust me, those would've been an easy extra 24 credits for me in college if that was a thing.

EDIT: have been made aware (thanks, @rightsogetthis and @plantbasedfish!) that at least in sweden and in finland one IS allowed to take classes of your non-swedish/finnish native language, in certain circumstances. i have to say, i'd be pissed if i were taking my french classes alongside a french native speaker, but hey, the system's the system, i guess. ;) so i've struck this one out.

8- dear god please don't use google translate for your spanish translations. listen, i'm not judging-- i do it with other languages, too, when i'm in a pinch. but google translate is literally The Worst (tm) so i always try to either check with someone, or stick to the stuff i already know is correct. seriously, you don't want to know the kinds of crazy stuff GT can spit out that people actually put out in the real world; some of them are quite hilarious. if you're unsure, my ask box/messages are always open and i looooove helping people with this kind of thing, hispanic language and cultural stuff. i know it seems like i'm hardly around, but i do check my messages. don't be shy, even if it's something really small.

PS: while i'm talking pet peeves, malin is wille's bodyguard, not his butler. she's nice enough to attend to him at hillerska because there's no other palace staff around and she's literally stationed outside his door, but she wouldn't do that in the actual palace. there's other staff for that. she wouldn't even guard him at the palace, i don't think, because the royal palaces in sweden are guarded by the royal guard, not SÄPO. if anything, malin might spend the time while wille is in the palace grounds at a gatehouse (like in YR 2x03 and onwards) or at some kind of security office in the palace, and then get called whenever wille needs to go anywhere. she wouldn't be giving wille messages from the queen or walking guests to wille's room or anything like that. that's not her job. (sorry, i had to get that off my chest, lol.)

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[gwenllian-in-the-abbey]

i think Helaena can be autistic but also a happy and joyful girl , autism ≠ depression. the way the portrayed the only neurodivergent character on screen as unstable, shunned depressed, and with no importance to the plot feel very ableist and weird , but then they're the ones who made the guy with a foot disability a feet fetishist 🫠

Hi OP, finally answering this because the trailer dropped and still the only Helaena shots we have are from her Jaehaerys' funeral. There is also one still photo of her. If you haven't seen it, here she is, apparently sewing the funeral shroud for her little boy:

So it seems like season 2 is going to continue on this trajectory for Helaena as a character who exists in order to suffer beautifully.

Don't get me wrong. I am glad that the show is going to wring the full emotional effect from Blood and Cheese, not just shock value. The audience will feel the real horror of a six year old child brutally murdered in his own home and the psychological torment of Helaena. It should be terrible, it should be devastating, and I hope they do not pull any punches.

What's disappointing about how the show has handled Helaena is that they didn't really put any effort into building up her character before her tragedy. It's all well and good that she likes bugs and she's touch averse, but what are her opinions? Who is she closest to? How did she react to becoming a mother so young? To what extent does she understand her visions? What does she value? She can be happy and cheerful, or she can be frustrated and angry, and hell, she can be depressed too, but I need to know why. It's telling that I can describe the basic internal motivations for each of the male children, including Luke who was a glorified plot device, but I cannot for Helaena. Aegon wants to feel loved, Jace wants to prove he's as worthy as any trueborn heir, Aemond wants what his brother has, Luke wants to be free from his family's expectations. Helaena? Fuck if I know. I guess she wants not to die horribly.

The ableism is an issue. F&B is full of women who were deemed "simple" -- Gael, Daella, Jaehaera-- without being given much else to define them, and HotD adds another (there's something, I think, to the way the "simple" Targaryens are always women and how disability kind of used as a way to remove them from the narrative and shunt them aside, often tragically). And while it's great to see an autistic person represented on screen, the show consistently has an issue with treating representation as characterization. "Autistic girl who likes bugs" is not a personality. Autistic people, (even those with horrifying prophesies I assume), do have hopes and dreams and feelings about things. The one peek we get into Helaena's life is at the in episode 8 when she roasts Aegon and even that scene is open to interpretation (and gets taken wildly out of context). Now, I can read a lot into the actor performances, but ultimately, lines that could have given a glimpse Helaena personality were cut. It's as if they're afraid that if they give her an opinion on anything she would lose that (frankly kind of infantilizing) "pure cinnamon roll too good for this world" "i would die for her" sympathy from people who are not inclined to be sympathetic for her family as a whole.

(And anon, you're right about Larys. And let me say, turning Larys' clubfoot into the punchline of an OnlyFeet joke also does not inspire confidence that they'll handle Aegon II's eventual disability with any sensitivity either, especially when Mushroom's accounts of his last few months are incredibly mean spirited. We need to start that discourse now so they get the memo).

Sadly, I don't think the show really has any intention of course correcting with Helaena in season 2. I imagine at most we'll have her try to warn Aegon and/or Aemond about Blood & Cheese but they won't understand her warning, and then this will be a vehicle to further their guilt and grief. And while we do need to see Aegon's guilt and his grief, I also want to know if Helaena blames herself, if she wishes they'd run away when they had the chance, if she thinks Aegon could have done something, if she is angry at Aemond for killing Luke, if she wants revenge. I do think, with the public funeral for Jaehaerys, they are going to show that the smallfolk are fond of Helaena, and hopefully that will be expanded upon this season and in season 3 because her death is the catalyst for the revolt that sees Rhaenyra driven from the city, and we should understand why her death has such an impact before she actually dies.

#asks #helaena targaryen #hotd critical #hotd ableism #team green

[changbinsboiledegg]

Since we’re all taking a break from being slutty and DEVOURING the comfort fics. Can I request a fic where hyunjin had a really bad day and then reader says something that’s obviously meant to be a joke, or idk buys him the wrong order of food etc but he gets really upset and takes it to heart and starts crying and reader realizes something is definitely wrong because he’s never that sensitive and she gets him to open up to her about how stressed he’s been etc and she just helps him get through the day and feel better.

Also can I be 🩰 anon?

Heyo 🩰 anon! (Yes, you can be 🩰 anon, ily.) I love how y’all’s go to for comfort fics is Hyunjin lmaooo I love it though, he’s such a sweetie so I understand 🥹 I also love how you started this ask LMAOOOOO.

GN! Reader X SKZ Hyunjin

Warnings: Hyunjin has a bad day, he's going THROUGH IT.

Note: I made this gender neutral since I didn’t really use pronouns except for he/him with Hyunjin. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy and as always, if no one’s told you today, ilyy! 🫶

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Nothing seemed to go right today.

He woke up late, forgot his phone, so when he went back to get it, he was even more late showing up to practice.

Then at practice, he kept messing up his moves somehow and he knew the other members were getting irritated.

Hyunjin came over to your apartment later that day, wanting to put all of the days stress behind him and be near you, knowing you had always been his peace in times of stress.

Hyunjin immediately called you on his way out after everyone collectively called it a day and decided to pick back up the next day.

“Hey, done already?” You picked up. He could hear the sound of wind coming from your end as you were seemingly outside.

“We… finished early.” Hyunjin didn't want to talk about how his day went. He just wanted to leave and head directly for you. “Can I ask a favor?”

He felt his stomach rumble and realized how hungry he was. Another thing to look forward to, other than seeing you.

Food.

“What is it?” You asked, curious. Hyunjin used his free hand to grip his stomach as he made his way for the front door, leading outside.

The wind on your end had ceased, indicating you were inside.

“Can you order takeout? I'm heading to your apartment, so I will pay you back in cash when I get there.” Hyunjin didn't want to explain that his credit card was paused for some reason.

That was another problem for later. A problem he didn't want to think about at the moment.

“Of course. Don't worry about paying me back.” You didn't hesitate, “I missed you.”

Hyunjin smiled, already feeling his stress diminishing. “I missed you too.”

“Want your regular?” You asked, already having the delivery app open.

“Please. And get yourself something too. It's just me and you tonight.” Hyunjin took a deep breath and started to walk in the direction of your apartment— a path he was familiar with.

“Alright, my angel. I will see you when you get here.” You said, hanging up after he bid you a farewell.

You ordered the food, double checked everything and waited. Luckily, the food arrived before Hyunjin did, so the food would already be ready for him.

When Hyunjin actually arrived, he was relieved to smell the food, his stomach growling hungrily.

“Ah, thank you so much!” Hyunjin shut and locked your front door and sat with you as you separated and passed out the food.

Hyunjin’s heart dropped, seeing the food was definitely not his regular. You hadn't noticed because yours was correct, all the way down to the extras you had added on.

You glanced at Hyunjin, seeing he had gotten the wrong order. You scoffed, shaking your head. “damnit… who did you piss off at the takeout spot today?”

Hyunjin paused, a look of hurt flashed across his face and he looked at you.

“No one! I didn't ‘piss’ anyone off! I didn't do anything!” Hyunjin snapped, his eyes welling up before the tears came rushing down his cheeks.

“Why does everyone think I did something wrong?!” Hyunjin cried, his hands flying to cover his face as he cried harder than you’ve ever seen him cry before.

Your expression had a look of concern to it, pushing your food aside and moving to wrap your arms around him in a comforting gesture.

“Hey, hey, I was only joking… what happened? Why are you crying?” You asked, rubbing his back and immediately feeling guilty.

Hyunjin didn't speak for a while, just crying his eyes out in your arms.

When he eventually pulled away from you, he wiped his eyes and face with his sleeves as his own guilt sank in for snapping at you for your joke and the wrong order.

“It's been a bad day.” Hyunjin started off. You weren't sure if he was going to elaborate more on that or not, but you didn't rush him and instead, you were very patient as he collected his thoughts.

“It started when I woke up late. Then during practice, I kept messing up. I think the guys are mad at me.” Hyunjin sniffled, staring at the wrong order of food. You listened intently, letting him open up to you all while gently rubbing his back.

“I'm sorry I snapped at you.” Hyunjin continued, “it’s just that I was relying on something to make today better and being with you did, but I was also very hungry and seeing it was wrong, well…”

You nodded understandingly. “Added to your series of misfortunes.”

Hyunjin laughed a little, relieving you as you worried that joke would make him cry again.

“Yeah. And when you said I pissed someone off, maybe I did get a little too defensive.” Hyunjin closed his tired eyes from crying. You frowned, hearing how your joke hurt him.

“I'm so sorry, I was only joking. I know you didn't piss anyone off or do anything to deserve the day you just had.” You spoke in a soothing voice, pulling him into your arms again.

Hyunjin leaned into your arms, the stress diminishing again. He felt silly for getting so upset over a wrong order and a joke.

“You’re allowed to be frustrated, my love.” You whispered, kissing the top of his head that was leaned against your shoulder.

And Hyunjin smiled, needing to hear those words.

“Tomorrow will be better.” You added, reaching for your phone. “But so will tonight. I'm getting you your correct order.”

#skz hyunjin x reader #stray kids hyunjin x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #skz scenarios #skz reactions #stray kids imagine #skz comfort

[beiasluv]

omg ok so i was reading ur work and i live for it 🤭🤭 i was wondering. if you could do what a first kiss would be like for neteyam and loak with the reader 🫣🫣🫣 idk if u have done this yet, feel free to ignore if u have 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 (also ur work makes me want to ascend to a third plane if enlightenment)

first kiss | neteyamm + lo’ak

a/n: your words made me wanna ascend as well, thank you hon 😙 enjoyy

masterlist

neteyam

AHem, where do i begin?

back in the days, when neteyam was just a fifth teen years old na’vi, he was gifted with the best gift he had ever received yet

on his birthday, the clan of omaticaya planned celebrated and feasted in honor of toruk mokto’s first born.

well, that is what they planned to do, but neteyam had other plans. boy snuck out and met you under the tree of souls

you asked him to meet you at this particular time, and he wouldn’t miss it for you, even if it means sneaking off his own party

to say that you are his mate isn’t the most correct or wrong statement. you guys met long before anything had happened, and let’s say something bloomed between you two.

neteyam, obviously, the golden child, the oldest, and the big brother of the family. when it comes to everything, he is considerate and caring ALL. THE. WAY.

and first kiss isn’t out of the list, hell, it might even be on top of the list, maybe…

“hey, y/n, what’s the matter?”

“oh, hi, nete, i was- um- er…going to give you a gift,” you scratched your neck. “but i um, i think i forgot it.”

“really? so what were you planning to give me?” he smirked at your flustered demeanor.

“erm…i was um…fuck it! neteyam, haveyoueverkisssomeonebefore?” you broke eye contact with the grass to met his glowing yellow eyes.

“…no? why?”

“t-then…i wanna give you my first kiss…” without another word, neteyam crashed his lips onto yours and tasted it like a starved man. of course, he is the big brother, and he got those charms and all the tricks up his sleeves, but that this moment, he didn’t cared. if he had a little more sense in his system, then he might just go a little softer on your pouty lips, or maybe he would’ve taken care of your face first.

but what can he say? he is drunk in your scent and your lips, can’t take his mouth off you, even if he wanted to. your lips tasted like the sweetest honey on pandora, and the softest clouds he ever flown through.

you felt a swollen sensation in your lower lips, and just as you thought, he was nibbling onto it, “is this okay, sweetheart?” sucking your lips like a starved man, he snaked his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

although his taste is too exquisite to leave, your breath was pounding on the door. you smacked his chest hardly and tried to pull away, but his grip is like an octopus clinging on to its prey. without any response from him, you snaked your tongue into his mouth and parted at your chance.

“neteyam! are you trying to kill me?!” you smacked his chest over and over again.

“hey, hey, who’s the one who offered me your first kiss?”

“well, at least i was being nice about it, you were trying to kill me on my first kiss,” you fake pouted and crossed your arms.

“then i would be glad to die to have you as my first kiss”

of course, he wasn’t expecting to act like that but can’t really blame him, can you? when you are offered a first kiss by your crush, and the ambiance is just perfect, he can’t really turn it down. as a matter of fact, he is STARVING for you.

imagine what a hard situation he was in, you kneeling on the ground, partially begging him, and offering your assistance to him?

HE IS DOWN BAD PEOPLE

of course, he was a sweetheart, asking you how you feel each step 🥺

definitely tasted the forbidden fruit. once he tasted you, he yearns for more and MORE. can’t have enough of you

well, the next time he promised to be more soft and passionate.

his big brother instinct came out to play. going tenderly on each step and always making sure you are comfortable.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME SIR? SIR, DO ANYTHING YOU WANT. pecking your lips, then, kissing them, then, sucking them, and basically grinding his lips against yours

overall, he is just a needy big baby 100/10

lo’ak

okay okay, LO’AKKK

he becomes so shy when it comes to you😭

being the reckless brother he is, he is always quick and fast-paced with your relationship. but definitely the best boyfriend you could’ve ever asked for

and your first kiss isn’t so different…

every time you called for him in the waters of the metkayina’s islands, lo’ak will drop everything and come to your side immediately

of course, it is a daily routine for you to cuddle with each other during eclipse hours. just a simple hours that you can spend together without the worries of the other na’vis

and, nobody can see you guys in the ocean. a win is a win, guys

you are probably the one, and only, comfort to his sanity. whenever his family is going too hard on him, he can always count on you every time

lo’ak just loves for you to hold him close and pamper him. so he basically grew a lot of feelings for you. especially, you are his first crush

the omaticaya girls were undoubtedly beautiful, but none of them caught his eyes. until…he entered the village of metkayina

just imagine him being to scared to confess to you for the whole time😭 will literally cry inside if you are talking to him about a boy

definitely, heard his brothers and other boys talk about how they like the kisses, and other business aHeM

lo’ak: WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN

“man, you don’t know? girls love it when you suck their lips, it just give them butterflies”

“really?” lo’ak huffed.

“FOR. REAL. my guy, trust me”

“m’kay…”

“oh! and, don’t forget to use your tongue…hot stuff”

back at the ocean, he loves brushing his tails against your legs and wrapping it around your waist, to keep your from drifting away by the waves 😩

your legs brushing against each other under the water, keeping warmth spread around your skins.

not to mention that he loves tracing your skins and the delicates patterns under his finger tips 😩

the mood was just right, the sun is setting, and everything turned purple and pink. you couldn’t ignore his golden eyes staring towards you

your thoughts were pulled back when he disconnected the eye contact from your eyes down to your pouting lips.

“y/n…” he called you in his embrace.

“yes…?” you answered staring into his eyes

“can…i?” "yes...," that was your last word before lo'ak swooped in and held your lips against his. the wind was blowing and drifting you apart, but lo'ak's tail held you two close. he tasted your lips with a quick haste, taking a bite of bits and there

trying to stay afloat, you kicked your legs underwater; while your tail is swishing back and fourth. as if he discovered a hidden treasure, he couldn't get enough of your lips. just as you were about to pull off, he explored your tonuge with his. swirling around his and trying to escape his grasps, lo’ak dug deeper into your mouth. he tasted every bits he could.

feeling his fangs against your tongue, you parted your lips away from his and catch your breath. air entering your lungs like a waterfall, but seeing him opposite you, might’ve take your break away again.

“t- that WAS amazing, y/n…” he chuckled at your breathless expression.

“er…thanks” you laughed awkwardly.

“um, actually…i have something to tell you,” he confessed.

“yeah?”

“that was also my first kiss…”

anyways, we know that he is the sweetest boy eVER

all of that you’ve just read, it was actually within a span of one minute. he is our fast paced boy 💀

but later on, he learned how to become more passionate, and gentler. he learnt how to caress your cheeks, your hair, thighs, body, and EVERYTHING

our fast asf boi will learn how to become the sweetest man for you. and don’t get me wrong, HE IS THE BEST BOYFRIEND YOU COULD EVER ASK FOR

BASICALLY WORSHIPPING YOUR BODY

this boy couldn’t get his hands off you for eywa’s sake😩 just love holding your hands, your body, or even your hair. it’s just a grounding experience for him and a comforting one

CAN NOT go a day without your kisses. NEVER

OVERALL ROUGH AND PASSIONATE 1000/10 PERIODT

take care guys🤍 stay hydrated and go get some rest if you haven’t already got some

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

#avatar imagine #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #fanfiction #imagines #neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak x reader #atwow imagines #atwow loak #atwow fanfiction #atwow neteyam #first kiss

[phantommarigold]

gritting my teeth Kristoph Gavin has so much unexplored potential and at the same time it's great! Because it leaves a mystery and a lot of room for thought and analysis. If the franchise ended at AJ:AA/aa4 his narrative would really be perfect. But then AA:DD/aa5 and AA:SoJ/aa6 came out and he never gets metioned again. Like he never existed, like the impact he made on everyone from phoenix through apollo and klavier and even trucy! And it just makes it kind of shallow. He went to jail and we forgot about him?

Like sure Apollo turned on Kristoph with almost no hesitation- but that's because Apollo will do anything to uncover the truth, that's just Who He Is. That doesn't deny the fact that Kristoph was a respected and successful attorney who probably was good teacher and mentor for Apollo, and I ask, where's the inner conflict? And if not that, an explanation on why it's not there?

What about Phoenix who had a strange friendship with suspicion and distrust ingrained at the core of it with Kristoph? That was whole seven years they were playing a game with each other and hell, neither of them planned on ending it during turnabout trump! Phoenix asking Kristoph to defend him wasn't some trick or mindgame, and Kristoph's initial plan wasn't to get Phoenix convicted! He wanted to indict Orly and walk away with it.

And don't get me started on Klavier. We all saw how he acted during turnabout succession and then it's. Never mentioned again. Klavier is kind of like Apollo, he wants to seek the truth no matter how unpleasant it may be, but Apollo barely hesitated. Klavier was clearly trying to not believe it for a long time. For seven years actually. But after AJ:AA? Not a single line spared for him.

And one thing I'll give to Dual Destinies is the parallels between Apollo and Kristoph during the whole plot surrounding Clay Terran:

This? This is great. Ace Attorney always did a great job portraying similarities between characters through the sprites/body language.

And ynnow it's just, a real fucking shame because of course Kristoph Gavin isn't a morally good character, but he's a damn well written one! But it seems people writing games past AJ:AA didn't care about him.

(....okay so I just want to say I am writing this at 3am and it's kind of hard to find resources on the wiki cuz the internet is shittt at this hour and my brain is only half working so. I might've missed a lot of stuff that actually referenced Kristoph and I might just not remember. If anything I said here was wrong please feel free to correct me in the tags or add onto the post, thanks.)

#ace attorney #kristoph gavin #apollo justice #phoenix wright #klavier gavin

[flowence-writing]

hi bff i still desperately need to reread & watch thg but i love your writing sm so i needed to leave something anyway ,,, could you do something with nonbinary!reader coming out to johanna ? maybe it starts out angsty but gets more fluffy :3

point of no return - j.m.

summary: You come out to Johanna as nonbinary but some people overhear.

pairings: johanna mason x nonbinary!reader

warnings: transphobia, racism, hurt/comfort

authors note: i didnt specify the slur for obvious reasons, but if anyone has any concerns feel free to pm me.

request: yes

Johanna has noticed your odd behavior, it’s like you’re hiding something. You were hiding something but you didn’t know how to tell your girlfriend that you feel sick everytime someone calls you a “girl”.

You sigh as you set down your things in the training room. You massage your temples trying to will away the stress headache.

You feel arms wrap around you, and you smile a bit. “There’s my favorite girl.” You blanch and have to swallow the bile in your throat, your tense in her arms and she of course notices.

“What’s wrong?” Johanna asks hesitantly. You shake your head and wriggle yourself out of her arms. You go back to pick up the ax—but you’re stopped by a familiar hand and frustrated face.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why won’t you tell me why you’re acting this way?!” She bellows out, uncaring for the eyes that look your way.

“Fucking hell, Johanna, you don’t need to scream.” You say, utterly calm. This only proves to provoke her further, demanding to know what’s wrong.

“Are you cheating on me? Is that it?” Your head snaps up immediately at her small voice, and you shake it vigorously. God what have you done?

“No, i’d never cheat on you!” You reply, desperation slipping into your brown eyes. Johanna blows a breath out of her nose.

“Then what is it?! Do you not love me? Is it me? What did I-” You cut her off of her ramble.

“I’m not a girl! I’m not a boy. I’m not... anything.” Your voice gets quieter as you say the last words. Johanna’s face crumbles in realization. You are non-binary.

You search her expression for any mean glares, anything that points to her hating you… but you find nothing, only love. “Of course that freak had to get even freakier! You are a girl, sweetheart, you’ll always be one.” A gruff voice taunts you.

“If you weren’t a [slur], I would’ve definitely had some fun with you.” The man smirks and your expression hardens, the blatant racism and transphobia is enough to spiral you off the edge.

Before Johanna could take the honours of punching the guy, you find yourself giving him a good right hook.

You don’t stop there though, grabbing the butt of your ax handle you slam it into his chest, over and over and over again. “You fucking! You transphobic racist motherfucker!” You scream, but suddenly someone pulling you off of him. You wriggle in their arms trying to get out and beat the shit out of that man more.

You see Katniss, your best friend yelling at the man promising to get him fired and punished. You sag with relief and realize you’ve been in Johanna’s arms.

“Jo?” You call out quietly, she is immediately turning you around so she’s facing the love of her life.

“I’m sorry,” You murmur. “I should have told you.” Johanna shakes her head and leans down to kiss your lips. You smile into the kiss, your eyes fluttering close and your hands wrapping around her waist.

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for, my love.” You beam at her and she laughs loving your smile even if you hated it.

“Katniss will get that guy fired, I know she will.” You smirk at Johanna’s reassurance. “Well I got in a few good hits anyway.” At that your girlfriend laughs, her blue-green eyes staring longingly into your dark brown ones.

From then on, Johanna used your preferred pronouns and always asked what compliments you preferred before saying it. She began correcting anyone who misgendered you and you both kicked anyones ass who was mean to you.

#the hunger games #the hunger games x reader #catching fire #jena malone #johanna mason x reader #black!reader #nonbinary!reader

[scuderiamh]

RED BIKINI || c.leclerc x reader

pairing: charles leclerc x chubby!reader

request: yes / no

summary: body image issues are something you've always had, but charles isn't having your negative self talk

word count: 1k

warnings: body image negativity, i think that's it?

security in your body image was never something you'd truly found. growing up, you'd never been one of the skinny girls. you weren't obese, either. somewhere in the middle. you've always been chubby, and no failed diet attempt or workout plan ever changed that. you were at constant war with yourself merely for how your body looked and you hated it. but most days it was tolerable. if you chose the correct outfit, your rolls wouldn't show. you didn't have a define jawline or cheekbones, but other than that, your extra weight could be missed. you knew it was there, of course, but others hardly noticed, and that's all you asked for.

and that's how it worked for you. covering up, hoping people wouldn't notice it. not like you did. and it did work. wearing bigger things made you feel fine. there was a plus to stealing your boyfriend's clothes that you never talked about and that was how they all but swallowed your body whole. it helped combat your insecurities.

but today you couldn't just throw on something big and call it a day. in fact, that could be said for most of this week. it was a rare completely free week for both you and charles, so he insisted on a secluded beach getaway. it sounded fun, really. beyond romantic. at first you were skeptical. but he was so excited, and he'd planned the little details so extensively, and you just couldn't say no. he'd even bought a swimsuit for you.

that was the part that made your anxiety skyrocket.

it was a sweet move on charles' behalf. you showed your appreciation, masked your nervousness. it was a beautiful bikini, but it was that -- a bikini. you'd been used to only wearing one-piece suits when you went out to swim. but he'd think something was wrong with his choice if you didn't wear it, so you had to. you didn't want to open up about those insecurities unprompted, so you opted to packing it without a word.

charles was getting himself ready for the day of your first vacation in the bathroom, the both of you having just gotten up. the plan was to go out for breakfast then immediately to the beach, so you were to put on the swimsuit and a dress over it, for convenience.

it was with a jittery stomach that you tied the side strings of the red bikini bottom into little bows and clasped the top on. you were quick to check your reflection in the body-sized mirror provided at the place you were staying.

you wanted to take it off immediately after. the bad feelings hit you like a train. all of the sudden you were a teenager again, ready to do anything to lose the weight. hating your reflection just for your pudginess.

you didn't hear the opening of the bathroom door -- damn these luxury rental's doors for being silent -- and only noticed charles when he came into the mirror's sight. his hair was damp from being washed and he was wearing a patterned button-down over his swim trunks. you sent him a smile through the reflection, but he always was the only person on earth who noticed when it didn't quite reach your eyes. like he had a sixth sense for lack of happiness that no one else did.

slowly, he walked up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “why don't you tell me what's wrong, hm, my love?”

“it's noth-”

he didn't interrupt you verbally, but the raise of his eyebrows spoke loudly enough to stop you from finishing that statement. “are you sure?”

you stood there silently for a moment, words failing you. by now, your smile had dropped. you made eye contact with him before your gaze trailed down to your body. “it's just...”

he prompted you further when the words died in your throat. “yes?”

“this bikini, it's-”

“you don't like it?” charles jutted in, frown instantaneous. he looked so worried and a little upset, it coaxed a giggle out of you.

“no, baby, it's pretty.” you assured, adjusting one of the straps ever so slightly. it didn't even need the adjustment, you just needed something to do. stretch out the time before admitting to what was on your mind. “i don't think it's suited for me.”

his frown deepened. “did i get the wrong size? i could've sworn i got the right s-”

“charlie, that's not it.”

“what is it then, chérie?”

“just, you know...” you sighed, examining yourself in the mirror yet again. “i'm not skinny enough.”

he looked perplexed, but only for a moment. then a certain soft sadness encased his expression. “my love...” he said, tone more hushed than previously. “you don't have to be skinny for it. i love your body. the bikini looks amazing on you.”

“but-”

“ai, no but's.” he scolded gently. he moved his hands to your stomach. “i love your tummy.”

he paused, letting that statement settle im before his hands moved slightly lower, closer to your legs but not quite touching them. “i love your thighs, and your booty.”

you looked unconvinced, but a slow smile was making its way onto his face. he gently grabbed your hips and turned you around to face him, leaning in so he was close to your face. “you already know i love your boobs.” he stated, quieter than before. that and the sentence itself made you giggle.

“and you look... incredible, in this. if... you're more comfortable, you can change, but i think you should wear it. to me, you're stunning. always.” he said with finality, pecking your lips once. then twice. then, the top of your head. he made it hard not to feel loved.

you didn't quite know what to say. it was hard to say anything, because no one had appreciated your body the way he did, with the way that it is. “baby...” you said. “i love you. so much.”

“i love you too, ma belle.”

you decided you'd be wearing the bikini after all.

#charles leclerc #cl16 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x you #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #kodiak writes

[onlyhaos]

pairing: Lee chan x afab!reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

warnings: none (correct me if i’m wrong)

[a/n] This is so crappy I’m sorry but I had to have something to upload for y’all😔😔 Hope you all enjoy it anywayy💞💞

“Hey Channie!”, you said as you excitedly greeted your best friend, which was waiting at your front door.

“Hey Y/n.” He responded with a smile, watching you as you walk down the three small stairs that lead to the front porch.

Ready to walk you to school with him by your side, like every day since elementary school.

“You know,” you began, your face already sculpted into a frown, “I really hate that we don’t have that many classes together anymore, my life will turn boring, dull, shallow, depressing—“

“Okay okay, I understood.” He chuckled, looking at you.

Watching you, as you continued babbling and complaining about everything that annoyed you, Chan carefully listened to you. Letting his eyes linger on you a for as long as he wanted, you wouldn’t see it wrong anyway.

‘She’s never going to notice is she?’ He often thought to himself.

You had to either ignore the fact that everyone was telling you two to get together, because: ‘Chan would be such a perfect boyfriend!’.

Or you were really just, he doesn’t want to say it, a little bit dense.

But still letting you ramble and keeping quiet, since he wanted to stay attentive before both of you would have your separate classes.

Finally Sadly arriving, and splitting up, it’s just your small ‘goodbye’ and ‘see you later’ between the laughing and talking of other high schoolers.

Leaving Chan in his memories from the park that you always walked through for all the years of elementary, middle and high school, like every day.

Since you just happened to mention it to him on your walk you school.

He remembers the times when he saw you opening the front door with a toothbrush still in your mouth, sometimes your belt still in your hand or a hairbrush that’s still helping you with styling your hair.

Smiling smiling to himself, he wondered, if you thought about him the same way, just even the slightest bit, that he thought about you too.

But that question would always stay unanswered if he’d never even have the guts to tell you about his feelings.

And, oh boy, he’d rather hide his feelings to protect himself from a harsh rejection.

A harsh rejection like: “Oh you’re a brother to me!”, or “I like you too, of course I do, we’re best friends!”

No. He couldn’t bear those sentences, not after you used those exact sentences on other guys before, that hit on you.

Your face lit up as you knew you’d finally have lunch, and seeing Chan. He was always waiting for you, whether it was at your door, your classroom or the school gates. He was always there. Where you were, he was by your side.

Swinging your bag over your shoulders, you make your way to the classroom door. Already seeing the black haired boy waiting for you with that pretty smile plastered on his face.

God was he handsome.. wait, what?

Quickly pushing those thoughts out of your mind and telling yourself you could swarm over your best friend in the evening when you’re alone, you greeted him with a small wave.

Your smile quickly disappeared, eyebrows shooting up, “Did you wait too long? Sorry, my teacher kind of ignored the time.”

Quickly getting reassured by Chan, you both made your way towards the cafeteria. Your other friends already waiting for you, with two seats being held free.

After quickly getting today’s lunch, you were greeted by Seungkwan, Vernon and the rest of the group.

“Hey, future couple.” Seungkwan and Vernon both snickered, earning a blush from both of you and a nervous laugh from Chan.

You rolled your eyes, “Think you’re funny, huh?” Chuckling with them, just a little bit.

While sitting down, you tried to not look at Chan. He didn’t deny it, right?

You also didn’t deny it. Sure, you both nervously laughed but none of you said anything against it.

Seungkwan read you both like a book, snapping you out of your head with a single word, “Idiots.” he spoke. But Jeonghan chimed in and added “In love.”Making Seungkwan laugh with him.

And there was it again, that nervous laugh that came from both of you. Vernon and Seungkwan promised to keep it a secret from you, as Chan confessed about it.

But they weren’t sure about your feelings, you never tell them who your crush is, but that was only because the feelings that you just found out, realizing that it’s not just a friendly relationship, were confusing you extremely.

You liked Chan, all that thinking of him wasn’t just “Oh he’s so perfect I’m glad he’s my best friend.” No, it was only to convince yourself that you two would also be good off as friends.

Even if no one wants to think about that when they’re in love, you did, from best friends to literal lovers? That could destroy a whole world! What if something ever happened? You couldn’t just go back to being friends, that’s just—not possible.

Getting caught up in this emotion and this question, you couldn’t stop thinking about it the whole time. Thinking about it so long, that you suddenly heard the bell ringing.

School was over, for today. And now you’d have to walk home with Chan, like every other day. It wouldn’t be awkward, right?

“So.. you had Physics as your last subject, right?” You asked, watching the boy nod.

Silence was all around you both now, but your heads were filled with loud thoughts, or the way it was so cold today.

But Chan couldn’t take it anymore, looking at you he relived all the moments in a matter of seconds, that once gave him hope and made him fall even harder for you.

He wanted to risk it, he wanted to have the guts to tell you. Even if you’d reject him, he just needed a yes or no.

Finally gathering all the courage, he spoke, “Y/n?” your head turning towards him. Fuck, why did the end the sentence like it was a question?

“Are you cold?” He questioned, saving himself for the nth time from that confession. “Yeah, a bit, I forgot my scarf and of course it had to be windy today.” You frowned slightly.

I quickly taking his scarf off, he handed it to you. Earning a smile from you, he watched you putting it around your neck. A sigh leaving your lips, as the warmth surrounds your neck.

“I like the color!” You admired the scarf.

“I like you.” Chan blurted out, making you look at him almost immediately. “What?”

God, this was already going south. “I like you, Y/n.” He repeated. Making you stop in your tracks and look at him.

“You like me?” He stopped walking too, as you asked him. And all of a sudden all the small signs came up in your head. And even the scarf gesture was a perfect example.

How would you respond? Pounce at him and tell him how much you like him too? Ignore him? No. Taking up all your courage too, you quickly blurted something.

“I like you, too.” You said as you looked at Chan, whose eyes were wide open in shock.

But also, completely relieved, smiled back at your now happy face.

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[aceviscontiswife]

May I request some fluffy ( and possibly smutty ) headcanons for The Doctor, The Knight, and The Deathslinger with a clingy, touch-starved ( FtM ) boyfriend? Like, he's the kind of guy that gets blushy and riled up just from holding hands or getting a kiss on the forehead totally not just describing myself nuh uh

Killers with a FtM! Clingy/touch-starved reader

So this is more on the fluff side (Tarhos specifically), but I did try to add a bit of spice! Hope you enjoy! if I got anything wrong please correct me, this is my first time writing for a trans reader so if I made a mistake I apologize!!

Warnings: Some suggestiveness (Doctor and Deathslinger), Knight is a bit confused but tries his best to understand, mentions of insensitive questions (Deathslinger) but nothing is outright said.

• Herman is all for it! He’s quite clingy as well, so you’ll usually always have his arm wrapped around your waist, his hand holding yours—anything Herman can do to remind you that you’re his. The fact that you’re touch-starved only makes Herman want to hold you even more.

• Herman is quick to learn your body; each sensitive spot, where you liked to be touched—Herman knows it all. While he might be a crazed ‘doctor’, he’s surprisingly respecting of you and your boundaries.

• Oh, and when he notices just what his acts of affection do to you, you best believe Herman is only going to do them more. Now, however, he’ll send small shockwaves throughout your body. Not enough to hurt you, of course, but you could definitely feel them. Herman will send little ripples of electricity running through you, even with the slightest caress of his fingers. He loves seeing you jump and squirm under his electrifying touch. The more reactive you are, the more Herman will shock you.

• Herman knows exactly what to do to have you a squirming, moaning mess. He knows how to rile you up until you’re practically begging for him, and because you’re touched starved it doesn’t take much (that doesn’t mean Herman won’t tease the absolute fuck out of you)

You were almost finished with the first generator when a static blast ran throughout Midwich, causing you to scream and let go of the almost completed gen. While most would simply shake off the ripples of electricity coursing through their veins and get back on the generator, you didn’t. Instead, you left the small classroom you were in and began to look for the Doctor—Herman. It wasn’t long until you found him and embraced him in a tight hug, heat bubbling in your core as Herman sends a small jolt of electricity down your spine. “Hello, love.” He greets, his signature laugh following his words. “Did you miss me, my sweet boy?” Herman runs his fingers down your side, pulling away from the hug and taking your hand in his. The contact left you blushing, stuttering for words which only made Herman laugh again. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He hums, his free hand resting on your thigh. His touch was driving you crazy, and the teasing look in Herman’s eyes told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“I’m sure your team wouldn’t mind if you were gone for a moment, hmm?”

• Tarhos is, for a lack of better words, confused. Why are you so touchy-feely? Tarhos isn’t saying he doesn’t like it, he just isn’t used to it. At first he would awkwardly wrap his arm around your waist, holding you close to him (moreso as a way to tell others that you’re taken). As time passed, Tarhos began to open up more, and it wasn’t long until you realized he was even more touch-starved than you were.

• Much like how he was with your constant need for his affection, Tarhos was confused but supporting of gender. You were the first person he’s met who was open about who they were, and while he was still trying to learn what to say and what to do, Tarhos accepted you with open arms (or in his case, a grunt and a nod).

• This man is desperate for affection, but will he tell you that? No. What gave it away was the fact that Tarhos always had to be touching you in some way. Any slight caress and he melted behind his armor, practically dragging you away so he could hold you close without anyone seeing you two. Despite being quite clingy and extremely touch-starved, Tarhos did not want to appear vulnerable in front of anyone other than you and his guards.

• For someone who had never really cuddled before, Tarhos was a natural. He could hold you in his arms for eternity, his large hands running over your chest, side, and thighs until you were practically begging for more. Tarhos wasn’t exactly expierienced, but he will gladly give you what you want.

You and Tarhos were lying in your shared bed, finally able to enjoy some time away from Tarhos’ guards. You were practically laying on top of him, Tarhos gently running his hands down your sides as he spoke up in a gruff tone, his helmet discarded so you could fully hear his deep voice. “I enjoy when we can spend time like this, y/n.” Tarhos admits, his confession leaving you blushing and melting into his touch. “I do too.” Your voice was soft and quiet compared to his, but neither of you seemed to mind. One of Tarhos’ hands stop running up and down your sides, moving to your chest—right where your heart would be. He could feel the beat of your heart on his palm, and for the first time, Tarhos leaned his head down and placed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I… love you.” Though his voice was quieter than it had ever been, and he sounded a bit awkward as he spoke, you could tell Tarhos was sincere. Your heart almost exploded upon hearing Tarhos speak those three words but you managed a response. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

• Caleb surprisingly doesn’t mind. In fact, he loves how clingy you are. You’re touch-starved as well? Even better. Because of his past with Bayshore, Caleb is very protective and possessive of what’s his. Whether that be holding you close to him, or small gestures that simply reminded you that Caleb cherished you dearly.

• One thing about Caleb however, is that while he doesn’t mind that you’re trans, that won’t stop him from accidentally asking some insensitive questions. It’s a product of his time, but he’s quick to put a stop to the questions if you tell him to. Caleb isn’t trying to be rude, he’s just a little curious—and also doesn’t understand what questions are appropriate and what are not.

• When Caleb figures out just how much you like his affection, he’s like a changed man. Small, private cuddle sessions soon became Caleb holding you whenever and wherever he wanted. Hand holding soon became Caleb’s arm around your waist. Caleb also began doing smaller gestures such as a kiss to the forehead, hand, and anywhere he could get.

• Caleb takes pride in his affect on you. He isn’t afraid to seek you out during a trial, hold you in front of others, Caleb doesn’t care as long as he’s with you. If his touch starts to rile you up, then you best believe Caleb will drag you away to somewhere private and… help you out.

The entity had dropped you off at Dead Dawg Saloon, something it did quite often now that you were seeing Caleb. You found him in the saloon, sitting at the bar and sipping on a glass of whiskey. When he saw you he set his drink down, gesturing to his lap before clearing his throat and speaking up. “C’mere, handsome. Take a seat.” His offer left your face red, and though you were flustered you were quick to make your way to Caleb and sit in his lap. He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close.

“Y’ like it when I hold y’ like this?” Caleb teases, lightly running his fingers over your hips. He knew damn well you liked this, and the content hum that escaped your lips only proved that. “Good.” Caleb dips his hand lower, palm resting on your thigh. You squirm under his touch, a tingle running down your spine at the contact. Caleb chuckles, leaning in and pressing his lips against your neck. “Very good.”

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[kairiscorner]

I don’t know if your reqs are open because your desc says one thing and your pinned says another so please feel free to ignore this 😭 but if you are taking reqs I’d love to see headcanons for spider noir x autistic!gn!reader if you could? Thank you so much I love your work have a great day <33

HELLO !! sorry for the confusion, i cleared it up now though, as of rn, bot requests are open, fic requests are closed, however TT I'M SO SORRY FOR THE CONFUSION AAAA AND I HOPE I DO THIS JUSTICE <:DD please feel free to correct me if i get anything wrong, i'll change it if need be, i have no intention of insulting or harming anyone, even by accident ^^

when you opened up to noir that you had autism, he was a little surprised at first. he never meant it in a mocking or disgusted way, he was just unsure of what to do to keep you comfortable now that he was aware you had autism, and was worried if the stuff he used to do with or to you before ever put you off about him or made you uncomfortable. he only ever wants to make you comfortable around him, never unsettle or hurt you in ways he didn't realize.

but when you opened up more to him, explained to him what you were uncomfortable with and told him he was fine, that he didn't do anything to ever make you uncomfortable–in fact, he was one of the most kindhearted and and loving people you've ever met that hardly overwhelmed you–he felt so relieved, but still eager to help make things easier and more comfortable for you as much as he can, because he truly does care about you.

if you had an issue with certain foods, he wouldn't force you to eat it nor find it strange. he'd adjust to your preferences and needs as much as possible, and he'd be so patient about it, truly <:) he's down to eating the food you wouldn't like or pick apart from the rest of what you like :D

when you're experiencing a sensory overload when you two are out and about, he'd immediately take you away from that place and hand you everything you need--your headphones if you needed them to get away from all the noise, sunglasses to lessen the intensity of the bright lights around you, and whatever else you needed to comfort you.

he wouldn't touch you out of the blue, unless you state otherwise--that you're okay with it--and instead, he'd hang around you, just a little closely, and admire you from a distance. if you'd let him touch you, he'd always be careful and mind the areas you're okay and not okay with him touching you at, he'd never overstep any boundaries between you two and would ensure your comfort over everything, every time.

if you had an issue with "coming off as blunt or rude", peter wouldn't be too offended by what you say. he knows some people may misunderstand you often, just as how you may misunderstand them and what they mean. peter is very open to helping you word out your feelings, your thoughts, in ways that won't sound offensive but still get what you mean to say in the closest context possible. he also helps explain to you some things that you may take literally, and he doesn't mind if you don't get it at first, he honestly would struggle sometimes to understand some sayings without their context, too.

he lets you do things on your own as well, of course. he doesn't worry too much about you when you say you're capable of doing this and that on your own. he'll only worry when you don't speak to him for a long while, longer than usually, because he understands you need or want to be alone at times--but if you suddenly stop talking for a long while, he does get worried until you clear it up to him at some point.

when you explain to him that on some days or moments you go non-verbal, wherein you use gestures or your body language to communicate with him what you need, he had mixed feelings at first--mainly anxiety because he worries mixing up your gestures and disappointing or discomforting you and blaming himself. but when you assure him you wouldn't be mad if he didn't understand at first, he got a lot calmer about it, and when you went non-verbal on him sometimes, he actually found it quite fun communicating with you in ways that words could never get across. though he misses your voice sometimes, he likes to see you express yourself more freely with your body language compared to words, which in a way, do limit thoughts as compared to actions.

HE'S ALSO SUPER INTERESTED IN EVERYTHING YOU HAVE A SPECIAL INTEREST IN IF YOU HAVE ANY !! peter's a very curious guy, and seeing as how he already finds you super interesting, everything else you love and find interest in is, by proxy, very intriguing for him. if you'd go on and on about something you loved, HE'D PULL UP A CHAIR AND WITH A SMILE PATIENTLY LISTEN TO YOU TALK ABOUT IT <3 he'd develop an interest and gain knowledge about it, too, so it's a win-win for you both :DD

at the end of the day, he's always here for you, no matter what you need or what you want--he'd do it and give it to you, not just because you sometimes need his help, but because he truly does love you and care about you and wants to make you feel safe, comfortable, and happy around him <:))

a/n: I HOPE I DID THIS WELL, I'M SORRY IF IT'S INACCURATE OR WRONG 😭😭😭again, don't hesitate to correct me on it if you see anything wrong with it! i don't intend on hurting anyone, so any and all corrections are welcome ^v^

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[devourers-of-god]

Hiii! Could you do a Sal x reader who has sensor issues and anxiety? Like they get really panicked when things get to loud or theres to many people and over thinks alot? If not thats fine to :))

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HII!! Of course :) I will try my best to portray what you are asking me! If i wrote something not accurate, feel free to correct me<3 im doing a kinda one shot for this one, WITH hcs at the end.

SAL X READER WITH SENSORY ISSUES & ANXIETY

Warnings: nothing srs but you guys aren’t dating in this mwehehe

Type: one shot AND hcs

JUST FRIENDS? Sal x reader one shot

School was hard for everyone, especially for you. You’ve been struggling with sensory issues your whole life, being at school was already enough of a sensory overload for you and your anxiety did not help either. Sal and you had been friends since he moved to Nockfell, he knew you like the back of his hand and was very aware of the challenges you faced everyday. He always took the time to remind you to take your medication, even bringing your pills to school when he knew you would forget. You guys were always close to eachother, basically stuck like glue. Explained by « we’re just friends ».

You had a tendency to overthink a lot about basically anything in your life, but Sal was always patient with you, reminding you that you matter and that he’s always there to help you in moments of crisis. Sadly that day happened when Sal and you were hanging out in the city, it was very crowded, more than usual. You’re normally used to going in the city but the hot, too hot, temperature didn’t help your sensory issues. Neither did the sweat, people’s loud conversations, sounds of cars passing by, birds singing, people laughing. Everything started to feel like a bad memory, you unconsciously held Sal’s hand. Your breathing accelerated gravely, just like your heart rate. Sal looked at his hand, fingers locked with yours, then slowly looked up at you. He immediately knew something was wrong. Sal decided to pull you aside from the crowd to make you feel better.

« what’s going on y/n? » he said, holding eye contact and both of your hands now. You broke eye contact while trying to gather your thoughts to be able to answer him.

« I- I’m » you took a deep breath

« Shh y/n, I’m here for you okay? Take your time » Sal said, smiling softly under his mask.

« Too many people and- and it’s really hot.. I think I’m having a sensory overload- I’m sorry » Tears flood your eyes slowly. Sal squeezed your hands a bit harder to remind you he’s there.

«  There’s no need to apologize, I know this is hard for you, let’s just breathe in and out together okay? Slowly. » You nodded, happy with how good he is at handling things like that. He scooted over to you, showing you how to breathe properly, still holding your hands. While having your hands together he brushed his thumb across yours slowly. You felt your face heating up. Being this close to him made you forget everything. There was so much pain in this world but not in here. After a comfortable silence, you finally spoke up.

« Thank you Sal… you always know how to make me feel better » you smiled softly, resting your head on his shoulder. Sitting there with the blue haired boy made you feel a pleasing sensation in your body. Sal felt joyous to hear that he helped you just now. He felt his face heat up when you rested your hand on him.

« I don’t want to leave this moment.. I don’t want this to be a memory y/n.. » he whispered softly, just enough so you can’t tell what he said clearly.

You looked up to him with a confused expression « What’d you say Sal? »

He sighed quietly « Nothing! » he let out a nervous chuckle « let’s go to my place instead yeah? » You smiled wildly.

« I would love that, we need to finish the movie anyway right ? » Sal nodded happily as you two got up, still not letting go of your hand. You were now walking like you’ve been going out for years already, like it was normal. You only noticed when arrived to his apartment.

After this, Sal and you had a great rest of the day.

SAL X READER WITH SENSORY ISSUES/ ANXIETY HCS !!! DATING !!!

- he always knows when something is wrong, he takes the time to help you and make you feel loved.

- even though you think what you’re overthinking about is stupid, Sal reassures you and stay close to you until you feel better.

- like I wrote earlier, you’re always at his place and sometimes forget to pick up your medication, so he brings it to you wherever you are. He knows days are worse when you’re not on it.

- because of his ability to be an amazing boyfriend, it’s rare you actually overthink lots about your relationship with him. But when it happens, you better know he’s at your front door with blankets, snacks, dvds and good video games to comfort and make you feel relaxed all night.

Okep guys !! I hope you enjoyed this hahaha I think it’s the first time I’ve done a one shot.. critics are always welcome !!

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[rose-sophia-isabella-rogers]

A Steel That Went Through Hottest Fire: Chapter VIII - Shadow of Your Former Self

Chapter Summary: The events in the Fold has started a civil war. Kirigan rescues persecuted Grisha and takes them into his army. You're as always by his side, but your heart is torn. The time has come to make a decision.

Pairing: Aleksander Kirigan/Reader, Genya Safin/David Kostyk

Characters: Aleksander Kirigan, Reader, Ivan, Genya Safin, Vladim Gulav, Baghra, David Kostyk

Word Count: 3879

A/N: This chapter contains some plot and dialogues from episodes one, two and three of season two. Inspired by prompts: https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089786922/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089797728/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089794864/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089802379/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089786921/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089796654/ nichevo'ya – nothings

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@thehufflepuffavenger1

Hunted. That's what Grisha are after the events of the Fold. They had to run from the Little Palace. Some were captured. Some killed. Your heart burns with fury for the death of your sisters and brothers. You know it's all because of what Aleksander has done. But they did nothing wrong. They didn't deserve it.

Soldiers from the First Army have captured another Grisha and have put them in cages near the Fold. They want to let Volcras eat them. But just when they are about to do it… they hear a growl. They stop their laughter. One of them drops dead.

They're scared now. Even more when a head of one of them is thrown out of the Fold and rolls to the feet of their leader. A moment later a shadowy figure leaves the Unsea. They start shooting at the creature. It just advances on them. They run, screaming. But there's no escape.

No one has noticed, when three hooded figures have showed up at the other end of the alley between the cages. They throw back their hoods, revealing Kirigan, Ivan… and you.

'I have returned,' General says loudly to shocked Grisha and smiles. 'And I've made some new friends.'

His two shadow monsters show up behind you three, then disappear. You relax instantly. They still make you feel uneasy.

'So… this again?' Aleksander asks and takes a few steps forward. 'Locking us up… in cages.'

He looks back at you. You bring your hands together and focus. There's a click and all cages are opened. Another click and the chains bounding the Grisha unlock as well.

'I shall have to overthrow the King now,' Kirigan states calmly. Grisha slowly get out of their cages, still not believing they're free nor that their General is alive. You first notice a familiar face.

'Genya,' you say, relieved to see a friendly face. You and Aleksander walk to her. She's still in her cage.

'Am I glad to see you,' the Darkling says. You glance at him.

'We both are,' you correct him.

'You survived,' Genya says, shocked, staring at Kirigan.

'Of course I did,' he says. 'When have I ever not? But I am famished.'

He walks away from Genya's cage. He turns to his Grisha.

'I think I'll head into town,' he says loudly. 'Dispose of the First Army there and cook up some dinner. If anyone… cares to join me.'

He extends his hand to Genya. She stares at him, fighting with herself. But in the end, she leaves her cage and walks to him.

'Follow,' Kirigan says and starts walking.

'As long as it's not Ivan that's cooking,' you say, following him, same as others.

'It wasn't that bad,' the Heartrender protests.

'As long as I'm with you, you will never enter a kitchen,' you promise him. Aleksander snorts under his breath. Your heart skips a beat.

'She does have a point,' Kirigan admits. 'It was one of the worst meals I've ever had.'

Ivan can't say anything back to his General. You send him a smug smile. He glares at you, but his expression quickly clears, when you suddenly feel a hand grabbing your own. You turn your head and see Aleksander holding your hand.

'I hope you don't mind,' he says softly. You shake your head. His grip on you tightens. For a moment it allows you to believe there's something between you two. That he cares about you like you do about him. But you know he's simply protective over you ever since you've saved him and almost died because of that. Not that because… you're together.

'Why can't I be your girl?' you whisper.

'What did you say?' Aleksander asks. You shake your head and smile at him.

'Nothing,' you lie. 'Nothing at all.'

Like Kirigan said, you dispose of the First Army in town and eat something. Then you return to the hideout you've found some time ago. A splendid mansion. General has gotten you your own room to your surprise. Close to his. You force your heart to stop dreaming about any romantic reasons for it.

You're staring at the flames roaring in your fireplace, when there's a knock on the door. You sit up straight, surprised.

'Come in,' you call. The door opens and Genya walks in. She looks much cleaner and better. You smile softly at the Tailor kefta on her. You know how much she's wanted to wear one, to feel like one of the Grisha.

'Genya,' you say softly. 'Are you feeling better?'

'I am,' the Tailor says, walking slowly into the room. 'Thank you.'

'What can I do for you?' you ask. The Tailor walks to you.

'General has told me to come to you,' she explains. You freeze.

'I would have preferred you to rest first,' you say and force a smile. 'Honestly, Genya. You deserve it.'

'He and Ivan have already told me,' the Tailor says. 'About Volcra attacking you and hurting you in the Fold.'

'Yes,' you say, wincing. 'Being on Volcra's mercy is not something pleasant.'

'Then I'm even more grateful for the rescue,' Genya says. 'Let me pay you back. Show me.'

You hesitate. Finally, you relent. You take off your kefta and shirt. You turn to Genya slowly. You hear her taking in a breath sharply. A moment later her fingers trace the scars on your back.

'Ivan did his best,' you say quietly. 'But he could only do so much.'

'He definitely has no future as a Tailor,' Genya murmurs and you crack a smile. Soon you feel her powers working on you. Your scars tingle. You close your eyes, feeling them becoming smaller… but not disappearing.

'I'm sorry,' Genya says, a bit surprised. 'That's all I can-'

She stops when you stand up abruptly. You walk to the mirror and turn slightly to be able to see your back. The scares are smaller and paler. But not gone.

'Thank you,' you say and turn to Genya with a smile. 'Truly.'

She nods and hesitates. But you pay her no more attention, focusing on your scars again. You suspect why they can't be gone completely. But you don't want to say it out loud.

Genya leaves the room. You almost don't notice it. You touch the mirror. You feel it vibrate under your touch. You look at your scars and feel anger. Anger because no matter what you do, you always end up hurt.

The mirror cracks. You jump back from it, startled. You stare at it for a moment, then turn around. You could easily fix it. But why? Let it be damaged. Just like you are.

*

Another day starts. You're not sure how many have passed now ever since you left the Fold. Your scars are now paler thanks to Genya, but the damage is still here. Damage… and change. Something has changed in you. You can feel it. But you can't tell what.

'May I come in?' a voice wakes up you from your thoughts. 'I apologise for the intrusion.'

You look at the door and see Aleksander standing hesitantly inside them. You smile slightly.

'You're back,' you say.

'Last night,' he says, walking into the room. 'You've noticed I'm gone, then.'

'Well… yes,' you answer. 'Where were you?'

'To collect something,' Kirigan answers. 'Which is actually why I'm here. I didn't want you to know, but you're the best Durast I have and apparently Ivan is more terrified of you than me for some reason-'

'Well, everyone knows you can kill them at any moment,' you interrupt. 'And you never know when I aggressively may start poking someone with a dagger.'

He laughs. Your heart skips a beat. You still love being one responsible for it.

'I admit that's true,' he says. 'Anyway, since he's more afraid of you than me, he'll tell you anyway. Ever since I've created my nichevo'ya, I.. Their creation has left me plagued by cough, headaches that pierce behind the eyes like hot daggers.'

'A cough that has you spitting out a black substance,' you say quietly. Kirigan looks at you with a sharp look. You scoff.

'I'm not blind, Aleksander,' you say. 'Or deaf. I have a room right next to you. And before we got here, I have been travelling by your side for days. You've tried to be discreet, at least from me, for some reason, but I saw it. I just waited for you to come to me with this.'

'Forgive me,' Kirigan says after a beat. 'I didn't want you to worry.'

You give him a look. He barely stops himself from smiling.

'Well, that went just splendidly,' you scoff and look down sadly. 'I'm sorry. You've created them to save me and-'

'If I were to do it again, I would,' he interrupts you.

'Well, obviously,' you say, rolling your eyes. 'They're a great asset.'

'And they saved you from the Volcras,' Aleksander says strongly. 'That's why.'

You look at him, eyeing him warily. He caresses your face.

'Why are you telling me this now?' you ask quietly. He exhales slowly and takes a step back.

'I believe this problem uniquely suited to your analytical brain,' he says and hands you some book. It's a diary. You look at it casually. Suddenly, it hits you what it is.

'Is this...' you start, stunned and in awe.

'I always thought them to be the scribblings of an unstable mind,' Aleksander says. 'He went mad, apparently. Morozova. But I thought perhaps you might be able to extract a solution for that which ails me.'

'Something to assuage the unwanted effects of merzost,' you say, nodding, and Kirigan hums. 'They're always with you, aren't they?'

'Always,' General confirms. 'And as you've probably already noticed, they only seem to make themselves apparent when I'm under threat.'

You wince, remembering what they can do. You always feel odd whenever they show up. You can't really describe it.

'And… how are you?' Aleksander asks slowly, hesitantly. You blink at him.

'Me? Fine,' you answer, puzzled. Kirigan looks at something behind you.

'Show me,' he says softly. Ah. Not behind you. At your back.

'I don't think-' you start.

'[Y/N],' General says, a bit more harshly. 'Show me.'

You gulp and turn around. You take off your kefta with shaking hands and then your shirt. Your heart is beating fast. You can't help it. You're basically half naked in the presence of Aleksander. But he's seeing your back and is also gently tracing the scars that make you feel odd almost all the time.

'I'm sorry,' he apologises quietly with a bit of an anguish. 'It seems I've ruined you in more than one way.'

'For you I would ruin myself a million little times,' you say. Kirigan's hand freezes. After a moment he takes it back. You clothe yourself back and turn to him. He caresses your cheek.

'You're too good for me,' he says. 'Too pure.'

'Remember what I told you about your thorns?' you ask. Aleksander smile. You smile back.

'And you still stand by it?' he asks. You look at him softly.

'Always,' you answer.

'I can't possibly express how much it means to me,' the Darkling says after a moment.

'Hm… you can always give me more journals,' you say teasingly.

'I take it you're obsessed with him, his history and his work,' General sighs.

'Hey, he's the greatest Durast that we've heard off,' you say and think. 'Well, along with Sankta Neyar.'

Kirigan chuckles and shakes his head. He looks at you fondly.

'What am I to do with you?' he asks. You grin at him. But he suddenly becomes serious.

'Anyway, I should also like to know if you discover anything that pertains to the connection between amplifier and amplified,' Aleksander says. 'For instance, if... Alina had survived… might I be able to feel it?'

Your heart stops. You try to calm down and be rational.

'Uh... Well, like I already told you, the bridge that I built between you and Alina had no precedent,' you say and grab his hand gently. 'I... I see a fragment still remains to infect you.'

'I don't blame you, [Y/N],' Kirigan says quietly. 'So, you don't either.'

You nod. Aleksander exhales slowly and smiles.

'I won't keep you anymore,' he says. 'I'll come by later.'

You nod. General squeezes your shoulder and leaves. You stare after him. Only after the door closes after him, you let your tears flow.

*

You enter the workshop in the mansion, fully expecting to find there only Vladim – an Alkemi you've recently rescued. He's a bit odd, but a nice company. You do find him there, but you also find Baghra. In a cage. You stop dead in your tracks. The old woman turns her head and her eyes fall on you. There's sadness in them.

'I told you to run while you can,' she says. You gulp. Because while you still stand firm by what you've said then, that you'd never betray Aleksander, you also now that maybe running away would be the best option for you.

'Why should have she?' Vladim asks. 'She's now General's second in command.'

'Yes, exactly,' you say absentmindedly. You blink when you realise what the Alkemi has just said. You turn to him with a frown.

'I'm sorry… I'm who?' you ask. Vladim looks at you with surprise and slight embarrassment.

'We… we all assumed you are,' he says and starts mumbling. 'With the next best room being yours, always being with General, him seeking out your advice… we all assumed that's why. Well, I've heard Fruzsi had something against it but otherwise than that…'

'Fruzsi?' you ask and wince. 'She's here? Oh, Saints…'

You haven't seen much of the Tidemaker, but whenever you did, it was not pleasant. She's been always looking down on you, even though you both were sold by your families. But she was a Summoner and you were a Materialki. Not that it matters to you, but to her obviously it does.

'Anyway, if anyone's second in command, it's Ivan,' you argue and notice a familiar kefta passing the door to the workshop. 'Ivan!'

You hurry out of the room. The Heartrender stops a few feet away, hearing your voice. He turns to you.

'[Y/N],' he greets you. 'Something the matter?'

'You're the second in command now, aren't you?' you ask, a bit hopefully.

'No, you are,' Ivan answers without missing a beat with a deadpan expression. He turns and resumes walking. You stand frozen for a minute. Then, you return to the workshop.

'Great,' you murmur. 'Just great.'

You sigh and take out Morozova's diary from your pocket. Baghra immediately scowls.

'Don't read it,' she barks. 'Nothing good will come out of it. Destroy it.'

You slowly raise your eyes at her. She frowns at the look you give her.

'I'm not going to destroy it until I save him,' you say. 'And I will do it.'

Like it was back in the Little Palace, you spend most of your time in the next days in the workshop. The text in a diary is a blabbering of a mad man, which frustrates you. Because you see some genius in those words as well. So, trying to decipher it, you basically live in the workshop. That's where Aleksander finds you, when he brings some news.

'I have a surprise for you,' he says, entering the room. You're sitting by a table, your elbows on the table and your hands buried in your hair.

'Resurrected Morozova so I could learn all his secrets and then kill him for writing in such way?' you ask. Kirigan chuckles.

'Sadly, no, but I think you'll enjoy it anyway,' he answers and invites someone in. You finally look up and freeze when you see David walking in. He smiles nervously at you.

'David!' you exclaim and rush to your friend. You embrace each other tightly.

'It's good to see you, [Y/N],' he says and pulls away. You grin at him.

'Likewise,' you say and laugh. 'I'm so happy you're safe. And here. I need your help.'

And just like that you pull David into your work. You don't see General looking at you with a satisfied smile. Nor Baghra glaring at him with a scowl.

With Kostyk's help you slowly start to get through Morozova's writings. Now you both spend time in the workshop, analysing his words. One day you are interrupted by Aleksander bursting into the room, Vladim and Ivan close on his heels.

'You're going to tell me where to find the Firebird,' he says, pointing his finger at Baghra, while he marches to her.

'You want to use that as leverage?' the old woman scoffs. 'Get the Little Saint to come to you? No, no, no. Stupid boy.'

'It's the last piece that she needs,' Aleksander says.

'She has the Sea Whip?' Baghra asks, surprised. 'How do you know?'

'Scouts say that she's here in East Ravka after a failed attempt in the Fold with two amplifiers. Tell me what you know of the third. Please.'

'I know nothing of the Firebird. But I do know that if the girl locates it before you do, she'll be a force to be reckoned with. If she offers protection, Grisha will follow her, fear her. You want them to fear you.'

'Fear is a powerful ally.'

'You're the one who's afraid, Aleksander. Same as you were as a boy.'

Kirigan's eye twitches. You and David exchange a worried look.

'[Y/N], get out,' General suddenly orders, his voice emotionless.

'What?' you ask, surprised, blinking. Aleksander turns his head slightly toward you.

'Leave,' he says and looks you in the eyes. 'Please. I don't want you to see this.'

You frown. He turns his head to confused Baghra, fully expecting you to obey. A few weeks ago, you probably would. But you're not who you used to be.

'No,' you say. David and Vladim look at you with surprise. Ivan raises his eyebrows at you. Baghra looks at you with fright. Kirigan tenses.

'No?' he repeats, his voice cold. But you know him. You know he'd never hurt you. Not after he used merzost to save you. So, you stand up and cross the room to him.

'No,' you confirm and place yourself between him and the cage. 'This is my workshop. So, if anyone's going to leave it, it's you.'

Ivan has no idea whether to be impressed, amused or think you've gone mad. Vladim and David have no such dilemma, they fear for your life.

'Stay out of it, girl,' Baghra barks, not wanting you to suffer because of her.

'As your general-' Aleksander starts through gritted teeth.

'Second Army no longer exists,' you interrupt him, stunning him. 'So, technically, you're no longer my general. And as long as you're planning to hurt Baghra, I don't want you here.'

'And if I disagree?' Kirigan asks, annoyed and a bit amused. You know you can't harm him. Not only is your power not much for him, but his shadow monsters protect him.

So, you don't answer him. You stare him right in the eyes, as a lock on Baghra's bonds moves slightly. The Darkling's face pales. You may not be strong enough to protect his mother from him. But she's more than capable of doing it herself.

'Leave, Aleksander,' you say quietly, moving the lock back in its place. 'Please.'

You stare at each other for a moment. Then, Kirigan leaves the room furiously, slamming the door shut behind him.

'Stupid girl,' Baghra whispers behind you. 'You shouldn't have done that.'

'Just be glad I did,' you say grimly and walk back to the table. You slump down next to David.

'I think that was the first time we've argued,' you say. 'Also… Saints, I've just stood up to the Darkling.'

'To be honest, we've already thought you're dead,' Vladim admits. You look at him.

'Thanks, Vladim,' you say, offended, and look nervously at the door. 'I may need to stay out of his way for the time, though.'

'That may be wise,' Ivan agrees. You sigh and get up after a moment.

'I need some air,' you declare and leave the room. The Heartrender follows you.

'I'm not going to run away,' you snap.

'I know that,' Ivan says calmly. 'But General ordered me to be by your side whenever you leave the mansion.'

You roll your eyes but don't stop him from going with you. A moment later you're walking in the woods surrounding the mansion. You're deep in your thoughts, thinking about Aleksander.

'You're worried about him,' Ivan says at some point. 'How he's changed since… the Fold.'

'Of course, I am,' you say softly. The Heartrender looks at you.

'We both know he matters the world to you,' he says. 'So, why are you afraid to tell him that?'

You look at him, stunned. He looks calmly at you. You sigh.

'It's not that simple,' you say. 'Anyway, I'm not the only one having a crush on General.'

'Except it's not a crush in your case,' Ivan points out. 'And you're not attracted to him for the reason other girls… and some men… are. Are you?'

'No,' you admit quietly and sigh. 'I didn't love him for the way he looked… but for the way he looked at me.'

'Loved?' Ivan asks, alarmed at your use of the past tense. You're silent for a moment.

'I don't know anymore,' you admit. 'He's… different. Different from the man I… have fallen for. And yet… It's hard to wait for something you know might never happen. But it's harder to give up when you know it's everything you want.'

'So, just tell him,' Ivan insists.

'It's clear he doesn't feel the same,' you scoff. 'Not when there's his Saint running around.'

The Heartrender stops. You do the same and turn to him, confused.

'You're so afraid to tell people how you feel, because you fear rejection, so you bury it deep inside yourself, where it only destroys you more,' he says, stunning you. 'Tell him. If he feels the same… your wish will come true. And if he doesn't and there's no chance he ever will… you'll free yourself.'

He resumes walking, not waiting for you. You blink away the tears. You wonder about what he said. Maybe he's right? Perhaps you should confront Aleksander about your feelings? If he rejects you… he'll break your heart, but you'll also know there's no point in waiting. You'd be free. Maybe… you'd be strong enough to leave and be truthful to what you believe in.

You look up to the sky. It's getting dark. Your favourite part of the day. You close your eyes and clear your head. When you open them again, they're filled with determination. You will do it. You can. You're strong.

You resume walking, catching up to Ivan. He glances at you and sees the look in your eyes. He smiles slightly. Perhaps he finally got to you. And just in time, because if he has to watch you two being miserable for a day longer, he'll actually literally break someone's heart.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could.

This can also be found on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52696933/chapters/134181928

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