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goddessofmischief · 7 months

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QUESTION...? - YOUNG SHANKS X READER

A/N: this is part of this series, which requests are open for! These fics are all one-shots, so they can be read separately.

If he was being honest, Shanks had thought about that kiss many times. The first kiss, his and yours.

It had never since been repeated. It had never since ever been mentioned, so repeating was certainly off the table. He had many kisses since, with many others, but none the same, and none quite as real.

Through it all, he had remained your closest friend. He, you, and Buggy had remained on Roger's crew, contented to stay on and learn for the time being. But tides had been changing as of late, Shanks knew. Roger had warned him of it himself.

He wondered where you might end up, if things fell apart, if their little family were to be separated. It was impossible to imagine you alone, but he was sure you were capable of it. You had never really needed him or Buggy.

...You certainly didn't need Buggy, at least.

Some nights, when he was being really honest, he imagined sailing away with you. Just you. Sure, he'd find a crew someday, but he wanted a couple years to see what life was like without one.

But that dream had died today, as today was the day he was introduced to your new boyfriend, Dracule Mihawk.

Shanks had a cursory knowledge of Mihawk that was far more extensive than he cared to admit. While the boys were only one year apart in age, Mihawk's extensive accomplishments far outranked Shanks'. Mihawk was already one of the world's greatest swordsmen.

How could he compete with that?

To be fair, Shanks was no slouch with a sword. It was hardly an insecurity of his. He was certainly one of the best, but he wasn't one of the greatest. And this shouldn't have mattered so much, anyway: It's not like you were in love with Dracule Mihawk entirely based on his sword skills.

No, you loved him for a thousand other reasons, all of which became dreadfully apparent to Shanks the moment Mihawk set foot on their ship.

He was polite, almost to a fault. He was cutting when it came off as clever. He had an utterly inescapable stare that made Shanks understand the meaning of the nickname 'Hawk-Eyes.' He was not a man, he was a force of nature, and Shanks felt terribly small beside him.

"So... what's your job?" Buggy asked. The three of them were seated in the dining room, waiting for dinner to begin.

"Gun for hire," Mihawk said calmly. "But only for the best."

"And... what's your intentions with Y/N?"

Mihawk stared him down. Shanks felt very grateful that Buggy had asked first.

"To marry her, of course."

Shanks almost choked on his drink.

Marriage? Really? That's what this was? It was too soon, it wasn't fair. He hadn't had time to do anything, he hadn't had time to even consider the full depth of his feelings for you. Mihawk was going to take you away, and he would never see you again.

"Marriage?" Shanks asked, trying to assume a jesting tone. "Isn't that a bit... sudden?"

"Well, yes," said Mihawk. "But I'm sure there's no one better for me, and I would hate to lose her."

"Ah... I understand what you mean." He understood it all too well.

You entered the dining room, and Mihawk rose to greet you. Shanks stood up, too, whacking Buggy on the shoulder to get him to stand.

You looked beautiful... of course... and completely in love. He didn't know someone else's joy could cause him so much suffering.

Mihawk handed you a drink - the rim was covered in dried flowers, he'd forgotten you liked them so much - and the liquid was a violet color.

"You remembered," you whispered to Mihawk with affection, and he merely smiled. Coward. If you'd spoken like that to him he would have had the ring out already.

The four of you turned to face the door again, as a sound like thunder echoed from the outside-

But Shanks knew it was only his adopted father's footsteps.

"Mihawk, is it?" said Gol. D. Roger appraisingly, looking the boy up and down.

"Yes, sir, it is."

"What do you do to survive, Mihawk?"

"Whatever I like."

Shanks wasn't quite sure how Roger felt about this answer - please hate it - until Roger began laughing uproariously.

Damn it.

Was this how mutiny felt? It seemed like it was one, sitting at that table, watching all those happy people conspire over futures he wouldn't be part of. He felt like a ghost, like he'd already died, like everything was too little, too late. He didn't blame you - how could he? you had done nothing wrong - but still, his heart broke a little every time he saw you reach for Mihawk's hand.

"It was a nice dinner," you later said to Shanks, standing at the edge of the ship, while Mihawk and Roger sat stoically in silence inside. "Thanks for being there."

You held a cigarette, and he watched as you exhaled smoke across the water.

"Give it," he said, half-jokingly, and he took a puff as well. You stared at him.

"What?"

"Nothing," you responded, holding your hand out and taking the cigarette back. But it wasn't nothing. The truth of it was that him standing there, tall as ever, with his dumb little necklace and dumb loose, white shirt... it made you remember how you'd felt for him during that kiss, years ago, all those feelings you'd tried to bury since.

Mihawk made sense. He was honorable, undeniably handsome, and clever. And it wasn't that Shanks wasn't these things - it was that Shanks had expectations set for him you couldn't possibly hope to live up to, and couldn't imagine following after.

He would be King of the Pirates. He would find the One Piece. You never doubted any of it. Everything Roger declared would someday become truth. This much was certain.

Could you handle that? It felt too much to bear, too big a weight to carry. Your love for Shanks - that's what it was, it was love - came second to Roger's aspirations for him and things the world needed him to do. He was a great man, he would do great things. And you had no place in any of it.

"You're lost in thought, it seems," Shanks prompted. You smile.

"Just thinking about Mihawk," you responded.

"You know, he... he told us he wants to marry you."

Your cheeks flushed red.

"I know," you spoke casually, even though you hadn't known. "He wants us to travel together, before he settles somewhere."

"But not now, right?"

"Maybe now."

"It can't be now!" Shanks said. "With everything going on? The World Government at our backs and Roger's health-"

"What do you know about that?"

"More than you know."

"I know quite a bit," you responded. "I'm the one who diagnosed him."

"Oh," said Shanks, trying not to let on how worried he was. "How long has he got?"

"A year. Maybe less." You puffed on the cigarette again. "He's said he wants to see us all happy, before he goes."

"That's not what this is about, is it? Please tell me that's not what this is about."

That was what this was about.

"You can't marry Mihawk just to make Roger happy! That's not what he wants!"

"How do you know what he wants?"

"He wants you to have adventures! He wants you to be one of the greatest pirates ever! He wants us..." Shanks became very quiet. "He wants us to stick together."

You held your breath. What you were about to say would disrupt all your lives: yours, Shanks, Buggy's.

"The Roger Pirates are disbanding next week, Shanks," you said. "I'm the only one who knows. Me and Rayleigh, and Roger. That's it."

Shanks stepped back, almost unable to comprehend what you'd just said.

"Oh," he said, unexpectedly somber. "And what happens then?"

"Then we go our separate ways," you said. "And Roger is going to turn himself in."

"To the World Government?"

"It's the only way. Or so he's said. I believe him."

Shanks sank down over the side of the railing, gripping the sides to keep himself from falling off. You watched him with concern.

"Can I ask you a question?" he spoke, softly.

You shrugged.

"Shoot."

He raised himself up far enough to make eye contact with you.

"Do you ever think about it?"

"What?"

"Us."

"...Oh," you said. "Us."

Behind you, Shanks paled, already waving off your answer.

"...It was just a question."

"I think of you all the time," you said, trying to avoid the full implications of such a question. "You're one of my best friends."

Shanks stared you down, leaning against the edge of the ship.

"That is not what I mean," said Shanks. "I think that you know."

You did know.

Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and placed your hands on his shoulders. He looked at you, unblinkingly.

"I can't," you enunciated, staring at his shoes before meeting his gaze. "I can't let there be an us."

"But there could be."

You needed to end this now.

Still clutching his shoulders, you bent your head past his face, lips brushing against his ear.

You knew you held his heart in your hands. You knew you were about to crush it.

"I need a man," you spoke carefully, "And you are still just a boy."

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lewmagoo · 2 years

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warm | jake seresin

description: jake is cool when he wants to be, and warm when you need him to be

warnings: 18+ only, daddy kink, established dom/sub relationship, edging, orgasm denial, bondage, pussy slapping, choking

pairing: jake seresin x reader (no gender specific pronouns used)

notes: i’m currently writing a longer jake fic but i just needed to get my creative juices flowing with this little drabble. enjoy

jake seresin knows his own limits. he knows how far he can push himself before it becomes too much. it’s just how he’s wired. along that same vein, he’s also extremely attuned to your limits. it’s something that comes from knowing you for years.

we’re not talking knowing your favorite flavor of ice cream, or your favorite movie. jake knows you so deeply, so intimately, that sometimes, you think he knows you better than you know yourself. he knows what makes you tick. and he knows what you can withstand.

this makes for some incredibly intense sessions in the safe confines of your bedroom. he’s particularly fond of testing your limits, and you happily allow him to, because you trust him implicitly. you know that you have all the power in this situation, because at any moment, you can say the word, and it will end immediately. but you don’t, because jake doesn’t push you to the point of having to utter that safeword. he always keeps you right where you’re comfortable.

his weapon of choice, so to speak? why, orgasm denial, of course. and that’s where he’s got you now. you’re bound to the bed, hands tied to the headboard, legs spread wide, body entirely naked. and he’s fully clothed. in his uniform, no less. and he’s got that stupid smirk on his face, the one you love so much, but simultaneously want to slap right off that handsome face. he’s having a grand old time, teasing you to no end.

there’s a vibrator pressed against your cunt. he keeps alternating the settings, going from high to low, and vice versa. you’re squirming beneath him, whining and whimpering because you’ve already been denied three orgasms and you’re not sure if you can withstand a fourth fake-out.

“p-please,” you moan, eyes screwed shut.

he hums. “please what, honey pie?” he teases.

“please let me come,” you beg. it’s futile, you know.

“what’s the fun in that? it’s so much fun to tease you.” the vibrator switches to high again, and you cry out, yanking against your restraints.

“fuck! jake, i’m gonna come!” you desperately warn. suddenly, the vibrator shuts off, and you’re left clenching around nothing, your orgasm just out of reach.

“first of all, i just told you no. second of all, what did you just call me?” his hand is in your hair, pulling your head back. when you open your eyes, his are fiery.

“s-sorry,” you whimper. “i meant to say daddy.”

“oh really?” he pulls the vibe away, and without warning, his hand comes down against your puffy cunt, and you yelp loudly. “let’s try this again.”

he presses the toy against you again, flipping it back on. you’re hot all over, and you’re afraid you might not be able to control yourself. and then, jake’s fingers are inside you, and you nearly scream.

“you’re so wet, darlin’. and so tight, just clenching around me like that.” then, he pulls his fingers back, and sucks them into his mouth, tasting your arousal and moaning lowly. “always taste so good.”

he ups the vibrations, all the way to the highest setting, watching as you writhe against the bed. the sight has his cock hard in his slacks, and he’s eagerly waiting for the moment he’s buried inside you. but for now, it’s time to use self-control.

you’re barely hanging on by a thread. he can tell by the way your skin glistens with perspiration, and the faraway look in your eyes. you’re teetering on the precipice of a very delicate headspace, and he’s going to gently coax you there soon enough.

“d-daddy,” you whimper as you feel yourself nearing the edge yet again. “i’m gonna—”

“hold it,” he growls. he knows what you can take.

“i can’t!” you’re close to tears now. just a little bit longer.

“yes you fucking can.”

just when you’re nearly falling apart, the vibrations stop, and his hand taps against you again, causing you to let out a wail. tears begin to slide down your face.

then, he’s there, gentle eyes meeting your tearful ones. he’s softer, setting aside that cool exterior and trading it for a brief moment of warmth. his hand is holding your jaw, fingers stroking the skin. “what’s your color?”

“green,” you answer honestly.

he smiles. “that’s my baby.” then he’s kissing you before he pulls back, and just like that, he reassumes the role of cold, hard dominance.

the vibrator switches back on, pressed tightly against you. you can feel those vibrations within every inch of your wrecked cunt. they consume you. and you’re climbing that peak again. getting closer, and closer, and closer. and you can’t do it, you think. it’s too much. too intense. too overwhelming.

his fingers are inside you again, fucking you roughly. the sound of your wetness is obscene, but you can’t hear it over the rush of blood in your ears. you’re close. too close. it’s going to come to a crescendo and you’re not sure if you have enough time to warn jake.

suddenly, the hand that was between your legs is wrapped around your neck, fingers pressing firmly into the sides, causing your head to spin and your eyes to roll back in your head. then his mouth is at your ear as he growls out, “come.”

and you do. right on his command, it consumes you. your mouth falls open in a silent scream, and your body contorts powerfully. it washes over you like liquid heat, rushing through your body from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. you’re on fire. you’re having an out of body experience. you’re a live fucking wire.

jake watches you in awe. his beautiful little submissive, falling to pieces beneath him. it’s breathtaking. but all too soon, it’s over. and the second it is, he pulls the vibrator away, because he knows you can’t handle anymore. he won’t ever push you too far, lest he send you spiraling into a precarious headspace.

when your vision finally clears, you find him gazing down at you. you realize that he’s undone your binds. you must’ve blacked out, because you don’t remember him doing that. he smiles at you, running his knuckles over your warm cheek. “hey there, honey pie.” his voice is soothing, like silk dragging over your skin. “you did so good for me. i’m so proud of you.”

you whine softly, and he pulls you close, cradling you against his chest. he removed his shirt at some point so you could be skin to skin, like you prefer. and you feel like you’re floating. it’s safe and warm and all-consuming. like a warm bath you’ve just dipped into, smelling of vanilla and candy floss. you want to speak. want to say something, anything. but you can’t. and that’s okay. he slips his fingers into your mouth, and it grounds you.

“so good,” he repeats. you hum contentedly around his fingers.

you’re happy to remain like this, in this glorious subspace. and jake, in turn, is happy to keep you there. he knows he pushed you hard this session, and he’s going to allow you to bask in the afterglow for as long as you need. soon, he’ll carry you to the bathroom to clean you up. but for now, you’ve earned this moment of tranquility, held in the arms of the man you trust more than anyone else in the world.

“mm, love you, daddy,” you mumble against his bare chest, breathing in his scent.

he smiles, holding you a little closer. “i love you too, sugar.” and he does, more than anything in the world.

#jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin smut #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin fanfiction

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redheadspark · 4 months

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15. "cut it out, i'm tired of hearing you guys tease me about this." Oliver Wood!!! For your January prompts! Have fun dude!! 😎

A/N - STELLA! Of course, you'd request an Oliver Wood fic! You got it, thanks for requesting, bestie!

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Summary - Oliver was never intimidated, not until it came to you

Warnings - Just come cute fluff :D

“I've heard that talking about your feelings and expressing yourself helps relieve some stress in one’s everyday life,”

“Fred, I swear-“

“Oh, come on, Wood! Nothing wrong with a little chit-chat amongst your friends to share your feelings,”

Oliver threw the towel in Fred Weasley’s direction, who ducked at the right time and laughed as his twin was rounding the corner with Harry and Angelina at his side. They are all sporting their practice robes, coming back from a recent practice that was a bit tense since they were well into their quidditch season. Semi-finals were around the corner, so far the Gryffindor team was doing well amongst the other Houses and there were already rumors about Slytherin being the top contender. But another House was making waves this season, thanks to their new captain.

Hufflepuff was now the toughest team to beat.

Of course, no one thought that was possible since Hufflepuff was not a notorious house on the pitch. Maybe it was the fair traits that the House carried and the students showed, but they were never the really pushy players that the other Houses were. But this year, there was a change in the wind. Thanks to you, a fifth-year who took over as captain when the previous one was too injured to play during the season. You immediately went to work, getting your team strong on their brooms and swift in their agility to maneuver around in the arena.

Oliver was intrigued with you being the new Captain, you got on the team as a second year as their Chase before booming one of their Beaters your fourth year. Since then, you were beyond good, slamming the bludgers with ease and able to bring a sense of fear to the other teams. He knew you were good, and on your first match as the Captain, he watched as Hufflepuff played Slytherin on the autumn morning.

Hufflepuff won by a landslide, you nearly taking out two of the chasers with your swings. He was both impressed, and intimidated.

“He’s still teasing you about the Hufflepuff captain again?” Angelina asked in a snort as the tip of Oliver’s ears was now burning from this being the subject of conversation.

“It’s the best thing to tease him about!” Fred replied as Oliver huffed and kicked off his boots a bit too hard, “I mean I would be smitten too if I was Oliver. She’s a damn good Beater, I can’t swing the way she can with a club and she makes it look easy. I would not wish to be on the other end of one of her—“

“Cut it out, I’m tired of hearing you guys tease me about this!�� Oliver said with a groan as the others were chuckling. George waltzed over and wrapped an arm around his neck, Oliver glaring at him as George just flashed a signature grin.

“We tease you because we love you, darling!” He said in a snicker as he pinched Oliver’s cheek. Oliver slapped his hand away as George rolled his eyes, “Come on, Oli. We know the look you have when you are really intrigued about something, something you really like.”

Oliver paused and looked at him with a raised brow.

“What look?” He asked.

“You know, this look,” Fred answered, trying to mirror Oliver’s stare. Angelina and Harry giggled as Oliver pushed George off of him and walked over to sit on the bench.

“We know you fancy her,” Angeline said to him as she walked over to sit next to him and shoved his shoulder playfully “She happens to be nice you know. I have Herbology and Divination with her, and she’s really sweet. You should go and say hi to her,”

Oliver saw you around the castle, a flash of brightness on your face as you would laugh with your friends or Housemates. He loved hearing your laugh, it was beyond infectious and boisterous, loud and heard from the other side of the room. Such a contrast to how you were on the Quidditch Pitch, all intimidating and intense in the eyes and in the firm grip of your club. But in class or out and about, you were beyond sweet and kind to everyone. You loved chatting with everyone and about anything, almost like your own ray of light being seen and felt by everyone.

Inwardly, Oliver wanted to be close enough to feel that warmth and drink it in. But he was not being brave like his House, and he wondered when the bravery would kick in.

“Hufflepuff has a match against Ravenclaw tomorrow,” Harry reminded Oliver as he shrugged, "Say something to her after.’

“Ah, look at Harry being the matchmaker!” Fred said in a joke, to which Harry rolled his eyes as Fred spoke again, “It’s the best time to say something to her too! Butter her up, tell her how great she is and how well she handles a broom—“

“Git!” Angelina retorted, throwing her own towel at Fred’s head as she looked over at her Captain, “Just talk to her and get to know her. I think you two have more in common than you think,”

Oliver thought about it, feeling a bit more confident with some of his friends by his side. It wouldn’t hurt to say hi to you and simply strike up a conversation, from Captain to Captain of course. But perhaps he too was afraid to wanting to express his feelings for you. Oliver never had to worry about having a crush or being in a relationship, that was never the center of his life. Quidditch was the center, but now you are creeping into his life more and more to take over that center which made him stable.

At first, he was petrified, but now he was curious if it could work.

“I think I will,” Oliver merely replied, then hearing a chorus of laughter and cheers from his fellow teammates, “Only to shut the lot of ya up!”

“Come off it, Wood! You made me so proud I could just cry!” Fred teased as he wiped away the fake tear. All Oliver could do was simply smile and blush with the new sliver of bravery that was now inside of him.

Three days later, Fred found you and Oliver talking together in the quidditch stands. You both were laughing at what Oliver said and Oliver looked over the moon as your smile was beyond infectious and wide.

Fred knew then that Oliver found his new center.

The End.

January Prompt Session

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mcgnagallsarmy · 3 months

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Spuffy style Reading Challenge - #26: Ready & Go Reading Challenge

A fic set in the woods:

Promise of Frost by Eurydice [NC-17]

When a snowstorm strands Buffy and Spike, they are forced to turn to each other for strength, especially when a missing Giles, mysterious visitors, and way too much magic threatens to turn it into a not so very merry Christmas. Set mid-S4.

A fic involving a creative outlet:

Chiaroscuro by OffYourBird [R]

At first, Buffy wasn’t even sure it was him. He was all the way across the gallery, far enough that he was reduced to chiaroscuro in motion—a shock of white hair swathed in rich black leather, his eyes dark and glittering and his skin nearly ivory in the bright gallery lights.

A fic featuring food you have not tried:

Hunger by Sunalso [NC-17]

AU. Spike killed his third Slayer, but Dru was already dust. He's been lost, but when his supper turns out to be more than he bargained for, it leaves him hungry for something else instead. And Buffy? She's just hungry.

A fic involving a train ride:

Vernalagnia by violettathepiratequeen [G]

Vernalagnia: A romantic mood brought on by spring. One that even Angel doesn't dare try to get in the middle of.

A graphic novel:

D-straction Day: All Night Long by HappyWhenItRains [Adult Only]

COMIC: Buffy stops by the crypt to see if Spike wants to go patrolling. He does not.

A fic involving ghosts:

Wine-Colored by OffYourBird [NC-17]

There are so many shades of red, but Buffy sticks to the one she knows best.

A fic set on a bus:

A Place to Call Home by all_choseny [NC-17]

Buffy and Spike have beaten The First, and the Hellmouth is closed for good. Now, at the precipice of a new beginning, the pair must decide to finally give love a chance or walk away from each other for good.

A fic where a main character seeks self-improvement:

Reprise by Holly [NC-17]

Spike came back to life and didn’t bother to tell her. Then he died again before she could chew him out. Buffy makes a wish in front of the right kind of demon to set things right and finds herself propelled back to the darkest period of her life.

A fic featuring a (motor)bike ride:

Open Road by HappyWhenItRains [NC-17]

Life Serial takes Buffy and Spike some places neither of them ever expected to go. We, of course, expected it. They did not.

A fic set in or involving something industrial (factory, etc.):

Death Wish by Sigyn [NC-17]

“World is what it is. We fight and we die. Wishing doesn't change that. You can believe in a better world. I have to live in this one.” Anyanka’s wish was broken, but the world it created continues. Now Buffy must join forces with rebel vampires to create a world they can all stand to live in. But can Spike, Drusilla and Angel actually work with a hardened slayer, who would just as soon see them all dust?

A fic involving a plane ride:

Nevertime by anaross [R]

They lost. But they lived. Spike, Blue, and Angel head north to the Arctic to escape the demons set loose in Not Fade Away. (Don't worry... Buffy finds them.)

A fic set in a snow land:

West of the Moon, East of the Sun by KnifeEdge [NC-17]

I keep having the strangest dream. Every night it's the same thing: a dark room, a big bed, and a silent vampire that I can feel, but not see. I'd be wigged, except it's just a dream, right? It'll be a cold day in hell before I ever willingly sleep with a vampire again...

A fic set in a country other than your own:

Favor by EllieRose101 [NC-17]

Spike asks an impossible thing of Buffy––and is stunned when she says yes. Could he really have gone up in her estimation?

A fic featuring a garden:

Unspoken by anaross [R]

"I've always envisioned him giving Buffy a garden that he could never go to in the daytime, to give her something alive for a change." James Marsters.

A fic set in a museum:

Just to Reach You by Sunalso [R]

Post-Series. Spike and Buffy have been a couple for almost two years. The honeymoon is over and together they're discovering they still have a lot to learn about themselves, each other, and how this whole "normal" relationship thing works.

A fic set in a hotel:

A Totally Random Occurrence by Herself [NC-17]

The stake slipped from her fingers, and she had to take a deep breath to stave off the dizziness descending on her like a hood over her head. "You—I thought you were dead." A reunion in New York City. Set post-NFA, spoilers for all of BtVS and AtS.

A fic involving an escape:

The Writing on the Wall by Holly [NC-17]

There was no body to bury. There was no funeral. There was nothing but the three rules and the knowledge that a thousand years of torment was nothing compared to a world without her in it. Spike embarks on a journey through the Gates of Hell to rescue the one he loves, but in order to save her, he must risk losing himself.

A fic set underground or underwater:

Ten Minutes by FlightsofFancy [R]

Buffy, alone, looking for Oz in the Initiative. She only has ten minutes. She finds someone else. Life of a hero, impossible odds.

A fic involving a road trip:

Ties to the World by honeygirl51885 [NC-17]

Spike is gone, but before he went out in a blaze of glory, he slipped a letter into Buffy’s pocket. That letter takes her on a road trip across America, visiting his ties to the world.

#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #spuffy #ficrec #reading challenges #sunalsolove #violettathepiratequeen #isevery0nehereverystoned #elysianholly

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juvenillia · 8 months

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~ Death of Peace of Mind ~ 04: bonding

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

photo credits go to very talented @ave661

a/n: Welcome back, todays chapter is a bit longer because it's a lot happening. I know it's still a Simon centred fic, but I want to have a whole plot with everyone in it. Let me know what you think, reblogs are highly appreciated

CW/TW: trauma, canon violence, torture, ptsd, guilt,

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The night wasn't long, not like you could get a long rest anyways. It was quite early when you got up, put your basic fit on, and went off for today’s mission. It was the premiere with your new team. You weren't the first one arriving at the preparation room. Ghost was already here, putting his gear on. You eyed him from top to bottom. "Morning.", you said calm while getting your gear on. The man only nodded the slightest, acknowledging your presence. You wouldn't say you felt uncomfortable in a room alone with him, but the bare thought that he could easily tear you apart if he pleased was unsettling. Especially when you believed that he still must be mad about yesterday.

Indeed, Ghost was pissed, but not about the fact that you won this round. He respected you for your performance, but he was angry at himself. Angry that he let you push him that far. Angry that he wasn't really able to read you during the sparring. Angry that he was blinded from the situation and still angry the way that you treated his Seargent. Simon would never approve it for anyone to hear, but he loved Johnny, his easy and cocky side always entertaining Ghost. And watching how hard the Scot tried to befriend you, and you literally shoved him out of your way, that made Simon furious. Yes, he still thought you should be treated with caution. Yes, he would rather have stayed in their earlier constellation. Yes, Simon himself shouldn't care about it, and of course, Simon would prefer you not to get too close to them because he didn't trust you. But his teammate found quite a liking in you, no matter the reason, and Simon would not watch how you hurt his feelings. You were a threat, and you would stay that.

"Good morning.", Gaz was the next one to enter the dressing room. Both of you greeted him more or less silently. Soap trailing in just behind him, "Mornin." You could feel your heart slowly sink when he immediately turned away from you, moving to Ghost's side. It was what you expected and what was totally relatable, plus it was for the best of both of your sake. You turned your full attention to your gear, getting ready in time. Shoving all those ongoing troubles aside. Your hands lingered a moment onto a hard shell completely stained in black before you pushed it into a pocket of your vest.

Price entered the room. "Good morning 141.", he stated softly, already in full gear. "Morning, sir.", all of you answered. He looked pleasant around his crew. "Any questions before we head out?" - "Negative, sir!" So, you took off for your place of destination. Your mind was running over the plan again while sitting in the helicopter.

The mission should be an easy operation. There was a former military base that was used by the Russians some years ago. It was completely empty, but a reliable informant gave away that there were suspicious movements tracked down. The theoretical empty base suddenly got electric power. Your informant did observe the base for a few weeks straight. Nobody got in, and nobody went out, but the pure fact that the base got power again could gain your team the possibility to gather some important intel from the leftovers of the computer servers. Still, you needed to be careful. You never knew what you would expect for reality when entering an enemy base.

Gaz and Soap chatted gladly away over the comms. Gathering them a few comments from your captain. The Scot seated next to his Lieutenant and Gaz next to the Captain in the cockpit. Ghost was silent as always. He traded his skull balaclava for a black one with a divided skull sewn onto the material. Soap explained you a bit about his 'style' during your morning rounds. Your eyes lingered onto him, taking his whole figure in. His whole appearance ignited some high interest within you. After what you already learned, you weren't so different from each other. His eyes were distant, nearly blank. You supposed that he was also running through the whole process for today. You would trade your liver to get even a glimpse of an insight into his mind. As your thoughts roamed about the man in front of you, you simply caught yourself staring at him a bit too long, and just then, his eyes darted back to you, and your glances met.

Your looks were blunt, not knowing what the other could even think. You tilted your head away, not wanting to have this intense eye contact with him. This indeed made you feel uneasy.

It seems like it, that he could so easily turn his emotions off, if he even had them at all. You weren't so sure about that. He managed that with an ease while you tried to afford it so hardly. Your mind faded away to a time long gone forgotten, a time where you could easily switch it off. A time when you were a different soldier. Even a different person. Do you really wanted to go back there? Back then it was a downward spiral, and it took you so much effort to get out of it. Do you really wanted to waste all of his effort and turn again?

"Arriving in five.", you heard Gaz' voice through your earpiece. It stopped your thoughts from rambling and let you decide quickly that you couldn't show any weakness today. Especially not on the first mission, no matter how easy it was supposed to be. You needed to prove yourself. Your eyes trailed back to the stoic figure in front of you. You'd need to prove yourself to him because otherwise, this collaboration wouldn't work out.

"Sorry, Droplet...", you whispered to yourself before your hand found the pocket of your vest and fished for the cold and hard material. You pulled out a face shell made of diligent woven carbonate fibres. You set it in place and let the clasp close behind your head. You closed your eyes and breathed in the familiar scent, the air flowing through the mask into your nostrils. It covered the lower half of your face. Ending shortly above your nose. Both men across from you watched you without any further reaction. At least, that's what you thought.

The helicopter landed, and you went out to find the base. Carefully getting closer to the area just to see that it seemed to be really abandoned. "We need a way to get in.", Ghost stated while getting closer to what looked like a side entry. Gaz and Soap did examine the heavy metal door. "We could blow it up.", Soap stated while taking a closer look at the door. "Shouldn't be too difficult." - "Negative.", Ghost stated bluntly while keeping an eye out around. Soap looked a bit disappointed. The man just loved explosions too much. Especially when he was the person to carry it out. You walked along the wall that melted into the ground, pointing out that the base would be mostly underground. Your eyes scanned upwards and caught a little rusty plate.

"Captain.", you didn't yell but your voice was clear for Price to hear. He turned his head towards you and you also caught the attention from the Lieutenant and Soap. Gaz still invested with the gate. "Would you mind lending me a hand, sir?", you asked pointing your index finger up to your find. Price nodded and walked up next to you. You handed him your rifle before he bended his knees to make himself a bit smaller and holding out his hand. With no effort at all you took it and climbed onto his shoulders. Now high enough to reach for the plate, you took one of the smaller knifes out of the holster on your thigh to screw it open. Handing your Captain the plate down. Afterwards you reached to the new obtained edge to pull yourself up. Price helped you to reach it even easier. You pulled yourself into the ventilation shaft and made your way into the base.

"Skadi, you have ten minutes.", you heard Price's voice over the comms while crawling through the tight canal. "See you in seven.", you answered quickly.

Being small had quite some benefits. You could hide better, and you could reach places men like them could never fit in. Something you used to your advantage very often. Price went back to the gate where the other men waited and looked at him, just a few minutes passed before the gate clicked and a rusty squeak could be heard. You pushed the door open and was greeted with a pleasant look from your captain who handed you your rifle back. All of you headed in. To fulfill the operation quicker you decided to split up. You went with Soap to the right, while Ghost and Gaz went to the left. Price stayed at the surveillance room you found to collect as much intel out of there as possible.

You frisked the base without any problems. Going through room for room, finding some untouched hard drives you gladly picked up. You checked on each other through the comms. Nothing suspicious. Just as you entered the fourth room, you heard a little clink. It was barely audible. You could've easily missed it, but you didn't. It alarmed something in your guts. Soap roamed through the room like he didn't notice it but you weren't able to push that bad feeling aside. "Stay alert, Soap.", you cleared your throat. "Aye.", he looked at you and instantly focused on his surroundings. "Lt. Status?", he asked through the radio, but there was no answer.

You moved closer to Soaps side, keeping your senses up. "Your status, Lt? Gaz?", your partner repeated. There were only crackles coming back through the comms. "Dia-diag!" [God damn], he breathed out. Another crack from the distant. You pressed your gloved index finger to your lips, signaling Soap to keep quiet. The two of you moved to each side of the door that lead to the next room. The door opened and you could hear voices, speaking Russian in a muffled tone that you couldn't barely make out what they were saying. As soon as the door opened it was closed again. They must've disturbed your communication, but the rather important question was, where did they come from?

The two of you made your way up to the next room, carefully investigated to get a hold of the situation. Still, hearing some cracks through your earpieces. Making already possibilities out what the others were going through at the moment. Hopefully, nobody was injured, but right now, you had to get a grip on the situation around you first. It didn't take you long to arrive in a warehouse likely surrounding. Scanning the room for threats and people. You could at least track seven lightly armed people. But what kept your focus the most was a box with an electronic device. You pointed it out to Soap. It was a jammer, the device that separated you from the rest of your team. You really didn't want to open the fire, but you needed to put the jammer down. Communication was the number one priority.

Taking the jammer down without even one of the seven soldiers realize was nearly impossible. So, you needed a plan for a distraction. Drawing their attention somewhere else also meant that there was a high chance of attracting even further armed enemies to run over the two of you. Not knowing how many people were running through this hallways was mostly dangerous. Especially when you didn’t know in what state the other two teams were entangled. Suddenly, and without a warning the sprinkler went down what alarmed the soldiers in the room. This was no coincidence. It couldn’t be. You took your chance, prowling along the stacked boxes to get closer to the jammer. Soap staying close behind and focused to cover you. Just in case.

One guy stayed close to the jammer, two others in his instant reach. If you would take him down, the other two were on you within seconds alerting the unknown numbers of enemies in the area. While making out the best possibility you could hear a nearly inaudible knock. You tilted your head and saw a skeleton glove just around one of the boxes across the room. A quick trace of relieve washed over your face before turning your eyes onto his fingers. He pointed out with his gloved fingers two, then five and another four. You could see him move forward and your brain went into autopilot. You signaled Soap to take care if the jammer. Before your feet started to move.

It was clear to say that you were a professional, but working in such a rhythm with a person you didn't know at all was another level. Ghost and you moved like an unit, taking out one after one while Soap took care of the jammer. You weren't even questioning one move, your brains did somehow bond and you moved as if you shared a braincell. You wear stealthy and silent. Anytime you took someone down, Ghost was already on the person that could've seen something. Taking cover of each other until no one in this room was able to breath out even one word in Russian anymore. You were already surprised that a behemoth of a man like him was that fast, but that he was also that stealthy. You could see now, why his callsign was Ghost, it only made sense. You worked perfectly in tandem. Then you noticed another crack in your comms and Price voice rung through the earpiece. "Anyone, copy??" - "Roger, sir.", Ghost answered calm and quick, and with that you were back in the game.

From now everything went on even faster. You infiltrated the space quicker than you thought. Gaz worked on another computer in the warehouse while Ghost, Soap and you took out the last poor souls walking through that place until you made your way back to rendezvous with Price and Gaz to back out again. As silently as you came you left the place, leaving no one behind and Price made sure to destroy every hint that could lead back to your team. Not sure what of intel you gathered, but when they protected it that way, it must be important.

All of you made it to the evac point without a scratch. Price looked at all of you proudly while taking off with the heli again. "Good job team.", he told through the mic, and everyone looked pleased. Even Ghost looked somehow relaxed. "I'm very proud of each of you. Couldn't think of a better start.", he kept going and you could feel yourself growing relaxed. A common warmth filling up your chest. You barely forget how much you liked this feeling. Mission accomplished, the adrenaline still pumping through the veins, and the feeling to helped making the world even the tiniest bit better. Clear to say that you missed it, but you're were back here and maybe this new team wasn't so bad at all. Maybe you could grow with it and find yourself a new place, but only maybe.

"Yer thinkn' what 'm thinkn'", Soaps voice echoed through your head and the next thing you could hear was a sigh by your Lieutenant. "Usual place?", Gaz asked, and you could literally hear his grin through the headphones. "Sure thing!", Price only answered. This could only mean there was another team bonding activity to come. As soon as you were back at the base everyone got their gear off, took a shower and you all met up in front of the base. Soap and Gaz greeted you with a bright smile, Ghost only standing next to them, wearing a casual black balaclava. The question of how many of these things he owned crossed your mind. You couldn't help yourself and smile slightly back at them. You traded your casual combat look to an even more casual look. Still wearing your boots, one pair of your favorite jeans, a long-sleeved turtleneck, and a leather jacket.

A car came to halt, and you could see Price in the driver’s seat waving you to get in. Ghost casually took the passenger seat while Gaz, Soap and you got into the back. Soap taking the middle seat and as polite as he was, he literally squeezed himself against Gaz to not invade your personal space.

Within a half an hour ride where you already listened into Gaz, Price, and Soap gladly small talking you arrived at a small pub. All of you made your way up and took a table in the very back corner of the local. Ordering the beverages, you did favor and gladly talked about everything under the sun. You didn't talk much, more like listening to anything they would give away and you enjoyed this. You couldn't think back to the last time you were out with a bunch of people and felt so at peace. Especially enjoying a few good drinks while surrounded by men without feeling the pressure of social standards. Maybe you simply worried too much. Maybe, just maybe you could relax and just let things happen. Just maybe you could grow to find a strangely comfort within the 141.

The ability to be more talkative raised with every additional drink flowing through your system and soon you found yourself highly enjoying to gladly chat away over the most random topics. Like the meals in the canteen, workout routines, things you might noticed today during the mission. Even mocking Soap while mimicking his Scottish accent. Everything felt at peace for once. Even Ghost seemed to enjoy this scenery. “Sooo…”, Gaz exclaimed expectantly “I’m really curious. How did the two of you met.”, his eyes switching from you and Price. You were seated next to each other. Soap and Gaz across from you and Ghost at the head of the table between Soap and Price. Soap pinched Gaz into his side. “Kyle…”, he breathed out, believing that this information would be classified. Price let out a chuckle clinging on his glass filled with coconut water. Your head tilted in the direction of the oldest man, and you just nodded. Your elbow placed on the table, so that your head could rest into your palm. “Remember when I told you about the Malmö incident?”, Price looked at the guys in front of him and they nodded. “Where you were imprisoned in Sweden?”, Soap asked curious.

“Imprisoned, tortured and isolated in a shithole.”, you corrected him. “Bloody hell…”, Gaz let out with his mouth wide open. Even Ghost eyes were lingering curios on your figure. “You were in this together?!”, Soap asked with a high-pitched voice, nearly knocking his glass of whiskey over. “Uh huh.”, you nodded, your head still in your palm. “It was quite a bonding occurrence.”, the man to your left stated. “Never thought that shared waterboarding sessions could bring you so close together.”, you nearly laughed out while taking a sip from your glass. “Better than any couple counselling.”, Price added with a genuine laugh. Of course, back then you had nothing to laugh about. Tied back-to-back with a stranger of another military unit you didn’t even know, for three weeks straight without any hope to make it out alive. Either of you could easily gave the other away, even with fake information to save their own ass, but you held together.

Not saying any words than useless shit talking. Sharing information that both of you are British, which tea you would prefer during cold nights, which of the royal family you’d rather like to meet. Beside the endless waterboarding sessions, bone breaking noises and sore limbs, you kept yourself sane talking. A bulletproof trust building with any further day you had to spend more in there. After you found a possibility so slip out, you needed each other to be even able to walk out of there. To your fortune it was also the day the enemy hq was invaded by your former team and you made it out alive. With many new scars, and traumatic nightmares but also with a new ally. Price didn’t even hesitated for you to drop in the hospital, he offered you right there a place in his team. An offer you declined while you were steadied by one of your teammates. But you traded numbers and promised to reach out to each other if there was somehow help needed. Promised to have each other’s back even after leaving that dark place.

Price didn’t explain what happened in every little detail but rounded down about some things. All of the men around clinging to his words, and you always added like a little comment or nodded silently along. “Without that woman, I wouldn’t have made it, and I’m really glad that were now able to fight alongside each other.”, he smiled proudly while putting a hand on your shoulder. “Oy, zip it.”, you smiled while your cheeks turned slightly rose. Praise was never a thing you were able to process. The waitress came to your table and brought you another round of drinks. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol in your system blinding you, but you could’ve sworn that even the eyes of the Ghost himself were relaxed and slightly creased, almost like a smile would grow behind that mask. “To Skadi then!”, Gaz exhaled and raised his glass. “To the 141.”, you corrected him and raised your glass yourself. “Aye!”, Price and Soap joined in before you clinked all your glasses together.

“Can I ask you another thing, bonnie?”, Soap beamed at you with flushed cheeks and his drink still in his hand. You nodded towards him. “Why the mask?”, his eyes never leaving yours, but with his questions you could feel your face falter. The smile slowly washing from your face. “An old habit.”, was everything you said bluntly before drowning your drink. Soap immediately noticed the change in your manor and didn’t question it any further. “Maybe that should be the last round.”, it was one of the less things you heard your Lieutenant say for tge whole night in the pub. “Oh c’mon.”, Gaz tried to protest but Price also shook his hand. “No, no, our Lieutenant is right. It’s already late and there are some works ahead tomorrow. Waiting on your reports.”, Gaz and Soap sighed overly dramatic before heading outside. You trailed behind.

The drive back to the base was unusual silent. Soap and Gaz felt asleep on each other as soon as Price started the engine. You could only hear both men in the front from time to time talking about formal stuff. Your eyes were pinned onto the screen of your phone. You had opened a contact, a name you did read so often but not anymore for the last half year. Maybe you were too drunk, but maybe it was the right thing to do. You typed a message in, but before you could press send the vehicle came to a stop and you were back at the base. Ghost waking Soap and Gaz roughly up. You deleted the message and shoved your phone back into your pocket. That was a problem sober you should have to deal with and not the drunken one, who just wanted to fall asleep as fast as possible now, and that’s what you did. As soon as you touched your bed you were gone and for what felt like an eternity you had some proper rest.

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x-0ophelia0-x · 8 months

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two separated souls, reunited.

Pairings: Ezra Bridger x F!Reader Warnings: Ahsoka S1 Spoiler!, it’s my first fic too, please have mercy, it’s also not proof read, supposed to wake up for school in 4h :D

word count: 1,4k

summary: you and Ezra were in a relationship. After his disappearance back in Lothals big fight, you promise to yourself to find him, no matter the cost.

authors note: as I mentioned before this is my first story, well in english at least. I’ll correct the mistakes tomorrow, just wanted to post this already due of the lack of Ezra content here :´D

I hope you like it! <3

„I couldn’t have wished for a better family…can’t wait to come home“

Those lines were stuck in her head.

10 years had already passed since that eventful day.

10 long years of not knowing what to do.

Her nightmares where plagued by her memories.

The horrific sight of Thrawns flagship being held by purrgils, ready to jump into hyperspace. Knowing that he was still in there.

Not being able to see him one last time before their ways parted for who knows how long.

Only hearing his voice through her comm link.

And just like that he was gone.

Gone somewhere far away from them.

y/n didn’t want to give up.

Ezra meant the world to her and that day just broke her.

And as the years passed by she started to lose hope.

What if he didn’t survive the hyperjump? What if he lost his memories?

What if-

What if he died?

She didn’t want to think about that, she’d feel it if something would’ve happened to him, right? Their bond was strong, there’d be some sign trough the force if he really was dead.

But just as she started to accept the fact that finding him would be impossible, Ahsoka had found a map that may have Ezra’s location on it. And with Ezra’s of corse Thrawn‘s too. Her discovery didn’t go unnoticed though.

Morgan Elsbeth who was currently working on to get Thrawn back found out about Ahsoka finding the map, sending the ex Jedi Baylan Skoll and his apprentice Shin Hati after her.

That was kind of the start of how everything started to go downhill after that.

Sabine managed to unlock the map but the joy didn’t last long.

Droids attacked her, followed by Shin. They managed to steal the map, leaving Sabine wounded.

Those days where filled with quite the action, leading them to this point.

Ahsoka, Sabine and y/n tracked the hyperspace ring.

They then hid themselves somewhere on that planet.

Shin and the Inquisitor Marrok found them, attacking them to eliminate the threads to Thrawns return.

A lot happened, leading to the situation of Ahsoka being thrown off a cliff, Sabine lying knocked out on the cold unforgiving ground and y/n having to make an decision.

Whether to give them the map and follow them as their prisoner, having the chance to finally find Ezra. Or destroy the map and with that the last chance to find her lover.

It was a tough decision but deep down she knew what she had to do.

If there was a chance that Ezra was still alive, she’d have to try her best to find him, to bring him home.

And just like that she handed the map over to Baylan.

And her journey began.

She was now riding on a howler, recalling everything that had happened.

Thrawn was alive. And he had an army.

There were more Nightsisters, helping Thrawn.

But the strangest thing?

They just let her go, even gave her some Proviant and a Howler.

y/n already got attacked by some smugglers or hunters…

honestly, whatever they where, they wouldn’t stop her from finding him.

Not when she was so close.

The attack destroyed some kind of device though, showing her Ezra’s last known location. y/n Just hoped to find him by some miracle.

At some point the howler seemed to have found something.

It went to a dried out river she assumed, sniffling on some rocks.

„damn.. I think you’ve lost it.. those are just rocks“

She chuckled, stroking the howlers back.

But it didn’t stop and just when it’s sniffling intensified, the rock moved.

„karabast..“

She whispered.

That rock just moved.

The howler ran closer to that.. thing?

„Hey.. we’re not going to harm you.. and you don’t have to hide anymore

since we kind of already know about your camouflage“

It took some seconds but the creature in front of them revealed itself.

It was some kind of an walking crab thing, looking innocent.

„There you go.. so…“

y/n was at a loss of words. She didn’t even knew if that creature understood her, well most likely not considering that she was from another Galaxy.

But then something caught her attention.

That crab creature wore some kind of necklace, with a sign on it.

It was Sabines firebird.

Her eyes widened at the realization.

„E-Ezra Bridger..“

She looked deep into it’s eyes, hoping that it’d understand her.

„Do you know Ezra Bridger?“

It seemed to be confused at first, but it also seemed to recognize the name.

„Ezra Bridger?“

It asked with a high voice.

y/n nodded.

„Yes.. I’m his friend! Do you know where he is now?“

The creature seemed to think about something, it then called

for his friends, leading to some ‚rocks’ start to move and reveal themselves as crab creatures.

They then gestured her to follow them, leading her to a small village.

Their houses were small, looking like they would only be temporary there.

Crab people where walking around, doing their daily chores or just relax, sitting, sleeping or playing while the others looked at their new guest.

They then stopped, leaving her alone.

She looked around, capturing the sight in front of her.

Never in her life would’ve she expected herself to be standing in the middle of a village, somewhere in another Galaxy on a planet called Perridea.

Just as she was looking at some things of the village, she heard a voice.

„I knew I could count on you… y/n“

She felt like as if her heart skipped a beat.

She’d recognize his voice everywhere.

The voice of the one person whose made the ultimate sacrifice to keep his new family, his planet and his Galaxy safe from Thrawns games.

Ezras voice

She slowly turned around, her eyes fixating on the man in front of her.

He was leaning against the wall of one of those houses, his arms crossed. A smile, so warm, kind and loving placed on his face.

He had grown, which was to be expected after 10 years of corse.

His hair had grown longer, his curly waves being a stark contrast to the buzz cut he had when she last saw him.

He even had a beard now.

Her eyes then shifted to his, locking gazes with him.

They were still the same vibrant blue as the day she lost him.

Still so beautiful that she got lost in them for some seconds.

„Ezra..?“

She then asked, giving her everything to hold back tears.

„It sure took you long enough to find me..“

He chuckled, but his voice gave away that he also was holding his tears back.

Her legs then started to move on their own, running to him, not wanting to waste any more second.

Ezra still stood there, opening his arms to catch her, to pull her into a tight embrace. And so he did.

She clung to him as if he was her lifeline, not daring to let go, scared that he’d disappear again if she’d loosened her grip on him.

„I missed you.. so much..!“

She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.

They now streamed freely down her face.

„I missed you too..“

He said, holding her as close as he could.

Both of them had so many questions that didn’t seem to matter right now.

Everything they needed was this one embrace, ensuring them that they found each other again.

When they pulled apart, they were again looking into each others eyes.

Ezra then wiped away y/s‘s tears, placing his hand on her left cheek while trying to find the right words.

„Thank you… thank you for finding me“

She then placed her hand over his hand, holding it gently.

„Don’t thank me for that… I love you, I’d do anything for you, even if it means to fly into another Galaxy to find you“

She said, laughing at the last part. And he too chuckled while hearing it.

„I love you too.. and I can’t wait to come home“

#ezra bridger x reader #ezra bridger x y/n #ezra bridger #Star Wars rebels

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Hihi! I just wanted to say I absolutely adore both of your fics sooooo much! The way you write all the characters is amazing :D. I was just wondering do you have any advice or tips for people looking to get into fic writing? And quick q about travelling thieves! We know that mumbo has met pearl but if Grian and Pearl were to meet would they even recognise one another? Anyway your work is incredible and I cant wait to see what you do for the rest of febuwhump!

Hello, hello! ✨

I'm so glad you enjoy my fics and characters!

Tips to get into fic writing? Hmm...I mean, I know it's probably said a lot, but my biggest advice is don't be afraid to start. The first fic you ever write won't be perfect, it'll be far from that, and you've just gotta be ok with that. The best thing you can do is start, write something and post it, see what people think, see what you liked and didn't like about it...then do it again!

As far as like...actual advice, I'd say participate in a writing challenge! Like Febuwhump which is going on right now! 😆 It'll force you to take a prompt, make something of it, post it quickly and then move on. You'll end up with a big chunk of fics and feedback on at least some of them I'm sure, and you can go from there! Also you'd be surprised what sort of storylines might accidentally form during a writing challenge...Traveling Thieves came out of my Whumptober prompts from last year, after all!

My last bit of advice would be to not start with a long fic. By that what I mean is don't try to write some huge overarching narrative...start with something smaller.

Your favorite ship needs to get together, who asks who out? How did that go? What was their first date like? What about their first kiss? How long did it take for them to say 'I love you'? That's like four or five short fics right there. 😛

The reason I write my AU's the way I do is because of stuff like this. It's scary writing a long fic (trust me I've done it a ton of times) because once you bypass a certain point in the story, you can never go back. The fun thing about my AU's being a series of short stories is that I can always bounce up and down the timeline! If you've been keeping up with TTSBC you can see it! I wrote Flower Husbands all the way up to Scott knowing about Jimmy's wings and consistently spending the night at his apartment. They've fought, they've said 'I love you', Scott has been to the under-city and met Jimmy's parents...but I suddenly felt like writing more details about their early game relationship! Before Scott know Jimmy's big secret, before they'd said 'I love you' or anything like that...so guess what? I did just that! I wrote 'Karma Witch' and 'Lovestruck Baby' after I'd written fics like 'Gutterline Sunshine' because that's the greatest part of this set up! I can bounce around! I never get bored or stuck on one plot point because if I don't feel like working on it, then I don't have too! So if you're into worldbuilding and wanna create an AU to have your characters all exist in, I'd super super super recommend using the 'shorter stories in an interconnected series' format.

BONUS TRAVELING THIEVES QUESTION 🏃‍♀️

Pearl and Grian last saw each other when they were sold away form their colony at fifteen years old. It's been seven years since then, but considering they're twins and they were both already mostly grown before they were sold away? Yes. They would definitely recognize each other if they saw each other again. The problem would be if they'd allow themselves to admit they recognized each other...cut ties and forgotten names and all. 😭

I hope my rambling advice helped at least a little bit!

Thanks for coming by! 💖

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taegularities · 2 years

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rid my dear if you’re not too busy, and still open for some drabbles, I have a request. All these amc on ry has me feeling soft and gushy, so my request is ry!tae and a!oc on their wedding night 🥹❤️🥰💍💐👀

fic: ruin you and ruined pairing: taehyung x reader (a!oc) genre: established relationship; pure fluff and smut warnings: confessions and a lot of love :(, they're simps for each other, bit of teasing, wedding talk; explicit sexual content: fingering, oral (f.), doggy and missionary <3, spit stuff, brief masturbation, biting (surprise), dom and big dick!tae (surprise pt2.), one pussy slap, he likes her ass, praising, so many petnames, he's actually SOOO fkn sweet :(, unprotected sex (condoms are cool), manhandling, multiple orgasms, lmk if i forgot smth <3 wc: 3k (u don't understand how much i miss them ok) a/n: i've not been feeling so well lately, so i was gonna say no to this request – but this ask stirred something in me, and now i miss them even more :') it's far from perfect, but i hope u still like it hehe i even made a banner !! :D lmk what u think <3 a/n2: the drabble belongs to my ruin you series (linked above), but if u'd like to read it as a standalone, that's totally possible, too! those are just newlyweds very very much in love 🥺

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ask my character! (no drabble requests anymore, please!) <3

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The sly smirk he shoots down to your awaiting body will never not feel new to you.

He towers above you, veined hands under his neck. His fingers slowly work at the buttons that yet keep his skin hidden, and your blood boils. Your heart vibrates. Your eyes dart back and forth between his gaze and his ring finger, now decorated with eternity.

With his shirt down and the melanin popping, he hastily removes his slacks; danger fills his words when his knees hit the mattress and he says, “You looked so gorgeous today.” You hold your breath, shifting back on the bed. “Couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

“Liar. You were too busy admiring the castle grounds and the fairy lights.”

Your back hits the headboard of the bed, but you don’t remain in the position for long. His strong grip settles around your already bare thighs, pulling you down the bed until you’re flat underneath him.

Drawing closer, he breathes against your skin, hands crawling up from your legs to your tummy and then to your breasts. He’s an enchantment, every single time… and despite the years you spent together, tangled up in your room, you don’t know how your heart will handle his unending affection.

You’re officially his now, aren’t you? Officially officially.

“You loved the lights and the flowers just as much, though, didn’t you?” he asks whenever his lips aren’t kissing down your neck and shoulders.

“I did…” you mumble, focusing on breathing, “didn’t expect anything else from us.”

“It was your idea.”

“No regrets.”

“No,” he places a hand on your cheek, brushing back your hair, “fuck no. Never any regrets.”

Taehyung is impatient today – and that says a lot, considering how he’s still moving slowly, carefully. The hour-long pleasure that usually keeps you awake at night falls away this time; his mouth journeys down your body and to your panties right away.

Wet kisses call goosebumps to the surface of your skin; he moans when you do. His fingers tug at the straps of your bra, pulling it down and freeing your perked nipples. The gust of wind through the open window makes you shiver.

“Today was really fucking long,” you murmur, whimpering when he bites your sides. “Fuck, I—”

“Yes. Yeah, what is it?”

“Can you hurry up?”

“You’re flattering me,” he laughs, hands on your hips as his face settles between your spread legs. “On our first day as a married couple, too.”

“Me telling you to hurry up is flattery to you?”

“Is it not?” He plays around the hem of your panties, and when his fingertips graze the spot near your clit, you almost shut your legs close. “You think hearing you beg for dick isn’t flattery?”

“Not begging…” you insist, though the both of you know just how fast he affects your mind. “Just—”

He slaps your pussy with a layer still inbetween; you yelp, looking down at him with furrowed eyebrows as he says, “I missed this.”

“It’s just been two days.”

“So? I miss you all the damn time.”

“Simp.”

“‘Kay,” he only voices before he buries his nose and mouth in your panties.

He inhales, lips toying with the fabric. Then, his tongue darts out, and you feel it subtly, slowly; your body reacts, and that’s all he wants.

Looking up at you, he finds your eyes closed in delight and lust. He dives in again – and this time, he flattens his tongue over your pussy, the material of your panties harsh against the wet muscle. You squirm, groaning, and your hands rush to his dark hair.

It’s still somewhat hard from the gel his tresses got styled with, but when you look at him, the damn loose strands send you into an endless spiral of craze.

“Taehyung—”

“Mmmh.”

His movements become more urgent; soon, he’s making out with your clothed cunt, nails digging into your legs and hips, and you squirm in his grip. Your reaction sends blood straight from his head to his cock, and when impatience wins once and for all, his face shoots up.

Your limbs are shivering already, your nipples impossibly hard. And with the look you wear, he can’t help but feel his underwear tighten. Nearly ripping your panties off of you, he throws them on the ground before finding his way back home between your thighs.

He doesn’t take a moment or two to prepare you for what’s to come; instead, he pushes your legs back immediately, starting to eat you out like a man starved. His tongue and lips feel soft against your pussy, and he keeps changing the pace.

From fast flicks to slow kisses, he doesn’t leave a spot of you untouched. His mouth glistens from your slick – you can see it even from here – and his hair tickles your pelvis. Nether lips spread, he brings a finger to your entrance, and when he teases it with circling motions, you shut your legs around his ears again.

“Fuck,” he says when he emerges anew for a breath of air. “One more time and I’ll leave you high and dry on your wedding night.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He smirks. “I wouldn’t, you’re right,” the shake and tilt of his head remind you of the devil; he will eat you alive, you know it, “but don’t you wanna come as many times as possible, baby?”

“Now th–that you say it…” you breathe out when he soothes the crescent moons his nails dug into your skin. “But hurry. Please.”

“‘Yeah, babe.” Taehyung’s finger pushes in between your walls, and your eyes roll back at the pleasant intrusion. “No need to worry at all.”

And then, he’s tongueing at your clit. Drawing patterns, watching you leak, his fingers drenched in arousal to their knuckles. He fucks into you slowly at first before he increases his pace, and with the tension already present in your tummy since dinner, you let go with a snap.

“Ohhhh, you— you fucking demon, I—” is all you manage.

He licks you through your high; you feel the smile against your skin. You might’ve remarked something snarky if he wasn’t robbing every little piece of your sanity.

Cautiously, he watches your expression, a deep crease between your eyebrows that relaxes bit by bit. You look drowsy, kind of hazy – the way you always do when an orgasm shakes your body.

“Baby,” he whispers innocently, and you almost scoff; though your reaction dies immediately when he adds, “Turn around.”

“Huh?”

Taehyung laughs, kissing your cheek, your nose, your forehead before he teases, “You really can’t think anymore, can you?” You let out a small snicker, shaking your head no. “Turn around for me.”

You attempt your best to do a 180, and his hands aid you, flipping you over before he lifts your hips. Balancing your body on your underarms, you throw the hair out of your face, and when you glance back a few seconds later, he’s… fully naked.

Pumping his cock.

Hissing, biting his lip. His jaw is clenched and sharp – you want it to cut you open.

You push your body back, wiggling your ass, but Taehyung’s free hand stops you in your tracks when he grabs a handful of your bum and squeezes hard. You let out a quiet vocal, and he says, “You wanna play with my sanity like that?”

“It’s what I’ll be doing the rest of my life, babe.”

“Good one,” he says, albeit not without a tsk and a roll of his eyes. You don’t see his pupils anymore – but you’re sure he did just that.

You feel the mattress shift when he moves closer; his cock rests between your ass cheeks, moving slowly. Leaking precum sticks hot against your skin, and he leans forwards until his chest almost touches your back.

“Here,” he voices, bringing his fingers to your mouth. “Need a good image of what you can do.”

You want to tell him that he knows exactly what you can do – pictures of his eyes rolled back, his cock throbbing in your mouth, your own eyes watering flash across your mind. The way he grunts and groans when he comes in your throat, his voice as deep as the ocean.

Fuck.

Words die on your tongue when he pushes the digits he fucked you with between your lips. It’s the same as always for you, neutral; your arousal awakens nothing in you. But you know he likes your fragrance, your taste, that it drives him crazy to feel you around him anyhow.

Like now.

You swirl your tongue around his fingers, bobbing your head back and forth, eyelids shut as he moans. You imagine that he’s thrown his head back; feel how rockhard he is for you.

His cock shifts down and prods your entrance – you think he’ll push in when you expect it the least. But instead, he removes his fingers from your mouth and says, “Spit on it.”

Offering his palm, he breathes in deeply again, and you land a blob of spit on his hand before it vanishes from your sight. Craning your neck again, you watch as he spreads it around his dick; veins pulsate along his curved length, and you drool at the size, at the sheer delicacy that’ll ruin you all night.

And then, he moves on the bed again, and you avert your gaze, preparing your body for what’s to come.

Wet and filthy, his cock slides in. A loud mewl of his name falls out of you, and your upper body threatens to drop. He fills you up slowly, knowing you need a moment to adjust to him; and once he’s sheathed himself entirely inside you, he asks, “All good, my love?”

“I’m okay,” you assure, your head spinning, “go ahead. Please.”

And so he does.

Starts fucking into you gently, his hips moving in circles. He watches the way his cock keeps disappearing inside you; listens to the sounds that tumble out of you constantly; sees it when you grab the sheets above your head.

“Can I go—”

“Yeah,” you say, already aware of what he’s going to ask, “harder… faster.”

“Okay. Okay, shit.” He pauses, taking the moment to ram into you hard. “Are you even real? Gonna break the bed, I sw— swear.”

He would. It’s not like he has never torn up the pillows in your bedroom. But if he does it here, the hotel staff might complain, so he better practice control tonight.

Even if you don’t want him to.

Taehyung used to tell you how his biggest flex in bed was composure. How he always knew what he was doing, every move calculated – and how all of this broke once he met you. You’re a fog, he always says. You don’t allow a clear mind… don’t allow calculations.

And you notice it in the way his hips snap against yours; the way he forgets the world around him. You jolt forwards, your legs giving in. But the weakness of your limbs doesn’t discourage him; instead, he falls onto you, careful to not crush you under his weight.

Flat on your tummy, you’re caged between the bed and him, raising your arms higher. And before you know it, his hands have wandered from your waist to your wrists, pinning them down on each side of the pillow.

His cock, impossibly solid and wet, fucks you insane – your thoughts are scattered when the curve of it hits an especially sensitive patch inside you.

And he… not even he can believe that you’re real. His thrusts push your ass upwards, both your bodies sweaty; he loves how you feel wrapped around his thick cock. So he lunges in harder.

You nearly scream, “Taehyung—” Your heart thumps wildly, and his teeth nibble at the shell of your ear, his breathing shallow and irregular against you. “Taehyung, fuck, I…”

“Talk to me. Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“I love you… so— so fucking much.”

You do.

You do, right?

And suddenly… something seems to change in the atmosphere.

Your words trigger something in his heart. Something deeply anchored, yet easy to grasp. The wild hammering of his hips calms down, and the firm grip around your wrists loosens.

“Baby,” he whispers, and you hum, feeble in his presence. “I’m sorry, but… can you— can you turn around again?” You hum again, and he adds, “Wanna see you.”

So you do.

Slowly, with sugar and honey in your eyes. No matter how lewd your actions, your eyes are always deep and dreamy. He thinks he sees your soul through them – shiny and bright, like no one else’s ever.

God, he’s in love with you.

There can’t be a day without you anymore. By the laws of fate and love, there can’t be.

With the tip of his member spreading your pussy again, one of his hands wanders to the nape of your neck. His fingers bury in your hair, his lips grazing yours. He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the very first time – sighs along with you when his dick has vanished inside you again.

And then, before he starts moving once more, he admits, “I love you, too. I love you so much, it hurts.”

It hurts.

Every moment without him. You hate being dependent on people – but Taehyung has a hold on your heart that will keep suffocating you in the most delightful way. If that’s the silent ache love and eternal fondness bring, you don’t ever want your heart to stop bleeding.

Your moans, your whimpers, the crying out of each other’s names continue. The yearning, despite the closeness, doesn’t end. But his ministrations are slower now, his eyes lost in you. He doesn’t stop looking at you.

Only fucks you deeper, his pelvis brushing against your clit, untying the second knot that forms in your stomach. And he says, “I can’t… I cannot believe this.”

“What, baby?” you whisper, pushing the stray hair behind his ears.

“That this is happening…” You know immediately what he means. Not sex. Not intimate moments. You’ve had so many of those. But. “My wife. Aren’t you? My—” A sharp breath falls out of his mouth. “My baby, right? My wife.”

You might tear up… here and now. Your eyes are already welling up, glassier than his – and when he buries his face in your neck, kissing your flesh, you throw your head back. Eyelids flutter shut. The one tear priorly attempting to escape rolls out of your eyes and down your temples.

And when the contact of your skins keeps toying with your clit, you let go again at one particularly effective thrust. His name is all you seem to know – the rest of human language doesn’t make any sense anymore. Your voice breaks, your arms around him so tight that your muscles hurt.

Your husband.

Kim Taehyung.

Kim Taehyung – a man you’ll keep forever. His thoughts, his smile, his touch. A future with him and mini hims.

Yours.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…” he manages, but you barely understand. “I love you. Love you. You feel so good, f—”

You press your lips together, still keening – and when he muffles his sounds against your clavicles, you know he’s close, too. He moves inside you once. Twice. And half a minute later, he’s spilling inside you, his seed hot and plenty.

A palm of yours slides down his body, to the firm muscles of his ass. He raises his head, madness in his eyes; his hair is dishevelled, in urgent need of a wash. But you think he’s prettiest like that.

Drowning in you. Unaware of his surroundings.

Taehyung is in love with you, and you will keep repeating it to yourself until you understand this fact’s reality one day.

“You’re perfect,” he then says.

His cock softens, the sheets damp from your sweat and filth – but right now, you couldn’t care less. His eyes pull you in too much, hypnotising; who could care about anything other than him?

“You are,” you tell him, and he smiles. Pecks your nose, and then stares at you with a blush dusting his cheeks. “And today was perfect, too.”

“It was, yeah? I’m happy if you’re happy, then.”

“You know what I loved the most?”

“Mmh… Slow dancing.”

Your eyes blow wide along with your mouth, and you tilt your head in the pretty way he adores as you say, “How did you know?”

“I saw it the moment we started. I knew you loved it,” he pauses, licks his lips, and you look at his mole for a moment, “but also because it was my favourite part, too.”

You nod slowly, pulling him into you a bit more. “We should slow dance more often, I think.”

“We’ll do anything you like, okay? We have all the time in the world now.”

Once again, you nod, and your eyes shimmer with purity. You’re indescribable – a wonder of nature. One of Monet’s paintings, right out of his mind, personified.

Taehyung never questions where you were all his life. Never thinks you should’ve crossed paths before. Because recalling his past, he doesn’t reckon he would’ve gotten into your heart this deep with the personality he used to wear.

Love had its time – and when the first tries failed, you appeared with a halo over your head.

It’s perfect. Every moment, every kiss, every fight and every piece of you – perfect.

The corners of his lips drop, his eyes suddenly sober. Worry creeps up your heart, and for a second, you fear he might slip back into the anxious moods that used to plague him. So you ask, “What’s wrong?”

But in reality… he and his heart are calm. Pleasant waves of tenderness swim in his eyes. And then…

Then he says, “You’re the love of my life.”

Your heart stops for a moment.

You take a deep breath; your waterline dampens again.

And he continues, “Don’t you ever dare to leave, okay?”

As if anything was easier than that. A request so obvious that you don’t even need to think twice before you promise, “I’d be an idiot if I did.”

That’s what you vowed at your wedding today. That you’d keep the beats of your hearts synchronised. That you’d never let him feel the absence of your warmth. And that you’d keep your fingers tangled with his.

That you’ve fallen for him once – and that you’ll keep falling for him forever.

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please lmk what u think and reblog if u liked it 🥺 !!

#it's not perfect since i wrote it in the last couple of hours but i still hope u enjoy!#*ryamc #fic: ruin you #notes for rid 🌹#anon #taehyung smut #taehyung fluff #taehyung x reader #bts smut #bts fluff

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brbzonedout · 9 months

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Earth 42 Miles needs glasses.

This one is inspired by another piece in a fic series and the fan art that goes with it by @moralesmilesanhour. Also I don’t know when Jeff died in this reality so, let’s just say it was around the time Miles was 11 for now.

“Is this even legal?” Miles mumbles and squints as a small flashlight shined in his hazel eyes.

Ms. Alisha Miless’ 6th-grade teacher chuckles and walks behind the nurse examining the boy. “You’ll still have plenty of time for recess, I just needed to see something.”

A few minutes pass as the nurse takes Miles through the steps of a typical eye examination.

As he looks into the screening machine the letters start to get harder and harder to read, eventually just turning into little black blurs before he even gets to the 10th row.

“Can you read the next row for me sweetheart?” The nurse asked in a sweet yet concerned tone.

He doesn’t answer.

“Miles?” Ms. Alisha calls out.

He sighs slightly annoyed. “The first letter is a D…or B after that I- I don’t know…” the boy huffs and sits back in his chair. “Can I go outside now?”

He was starting to grow impatient, his 11-year-old brain ticking with excitement about everything he’d rather be doing.

Lately, he'd been feeling a little better, not as sad as usual after the events of his dads death a few months ago. He’s finally wanting to partake in things that kids normally do again, like before everything went downhill.

“In just a minute..” The nurse spins around in her chair to speak to his teacher. “Was Miles having trouble reading from the board…or in general before today?”

“No-”

“Yes…” She side eyes the boy as he sits there arms crossed and a pout on his face. “..yes he has been. He was one of our fastest readers but lately, he's been slipping a little bit but, you don't have to be ashamed Miles.”

Miles reframed from rolling his eyes and groaning. If she wasn't his favorite teacher, he would’ve been on the blacktop by now…

“We done yet? It's been…” He attempts to look at the wall clock but gives up, instead opting for the digital one on the nursess’ counter. “…almost 15 minutes-”

Ms. Alisha squints at her student while he displays the exact behavior she's concerned about. “Alright, alright go ahead..” she says waving her arm for him to stand up.

Miles smiles slightly and stands up, quickly and swiftly pulling his olive green puffer jacket over his arms causing an audible swishing sound before he runs straight out the door.

“Zip up that jacket young man!” The nurse shouts out but, he's already long gone too far away to hear her.

At 3:10 on the dot the last bell rang, Miles was the first one to pack up and head out of the classroom.

As he walked out of the big front doors the sun shined brightly in his face making it so that he couldn’t see very far ahead of him.

Making his way down the schools' pathway he began to place his headphones over his ears before hearing what sounded like his name.

“Miles!! Hijo por aquí!” Rio waved her hand out of the car window trying to catch his attention.

The boy looked around trying to see where the voice was coming from and as he finally found it she starting beeping the car horn.

“Vamos! Cariño, tenemos un lugar donde estar!”

Miles quickly made his way to the car not wanting to draw any more attention than necessary.

“I didn't know you were picking me up… I could've walked you know.” He said while entering the car.

“Your teacher called- seat belt hijo..” The woman said gently pulling her son closer to kiss him on the forehead. “We’re going to the eye doctor…why didn't you tell me you were having trouble seeing?”

The boy shrugged and stayed silent for a moment clicking his seatbelt into place.

Miles knew he needed glasses for a while now but was able to fly under the radar enough so no one noticed.

“Well it’s not like i’m going blind, it's not a big deal.” He stated in a whiny tone. Though it was starting to frustrate him.

“It's a big enough deal for your teacher to be concerned right?” The woman shook her head and pulled off onto the busy school road watching for passing kids. “It's not the 90s anymore baby people aren't gonna make fun of you for needing glasses.”

Miles started to pout and turn towards the window watching as the brick building got farther and farther away until he couldn’t see it anymore.

Rio glances over and smiles at him for a moment.

“Besides..who could make fun of that face!” She says poking at Miless’ sides causing him to giggle begrudgingly despite himself. “Ugh! Solo quiero comerte!!"

The two arrive at the office, Miles looked up at the building. The blue sign above him flashed blue and white lights spelling out “Brooklyn Optical Boutique”.

As they walked in Mrs. Morales tells Miles to walk around and scout out anything that catches his eye while she signs him in.

He nodded and started to walk around ignoring her request and instead pulled out his phone and opens Pokemon Go to see if there are any in the store.

After about 10 minutes or so Miles heard his name once again.

“Miles Morales?” A tall man with brown hair and an “if you can read this you're at the wrong appointment” pin on his lab coat.

He couldn't read it.

Rio stood up and ushered Miles along with her to follow the man back into the examination room.

“Ok…Hi, my name is Doctor Andrew, you must be Miles.” The man smiles.

“Hi…” He says flatly. Wearily glancing around the room.

“Hi I'm Rio,” she extends her hand initiating a handshake. “Yes this is Miles, he's a little nervous.”

“I just don't wanna look like Urkel..” Miles mummers under his breath just loud enough for the doctor to hear.

The doctor laughed to himself genuinely amused by Miless’ statement.

“Don’t worry buddy..” He turned off the lights in the room causing everyones eyes to relax. “I'll make sure you leave here looking like Stefan Urquelle.”

The grumpy 6th grader began to smirk but turns his head away hoping no one noticed.

The doctor walked back to usher Miles up out of his chair. “Alright, Miles just look forward for me…and cover one eye with your hand.”

As the appointment ended Miles rubbed his eyes trying to adjust back from all the blurry images.

The doctor walks them out of the room and to the front desk to explain.

“So his eyesight isn't too bad, he's at about 20/40. He can see without them but just so he's not straining we’re gonna prescribe a pair.”

Miles pouts once again, catching the attention of the doctor.

“How ‘bout I ask the front our receptionist to scan your insurance card and I take you around the store to pick some out?”

Miles shrugs and turns to his mom waiting for her approval.

“Is that ok with you Mrs. Morales?”

“Yeah that's fine, go on ill be right over there if you need me, papa.” The women nods to the desk across the room and smiles letting him know it’s alright.

As Dr. Andrews walked around with Miles he threw out ideas along the way.

“What about these?” he demonstrated by placing the blue glasses on his face.

Miles shook his head causing his long afro to sway along with it.

“My favorite color is green if that helps….”

The tall man's eyes started to dart around for a moment as if someone manually started to turn the cogs in his brain.

“Gimme on second,” The doctor walked over to a section with glasses sorted by color. He unlocked one of the drawers under it and pulled out a pair of neon green frames.

Miles cocked his head to the side observing the frames from a far and walked closer to the guy holding them.

“Can I try them on?” Doctor Andrews handed them over. “‘preciate it.”

While he walked over to the nearest mirror placing the glasses over his eyes the boy watched himself in the reflection getting closer.

They weren't awful, they fit his face well and didn't make his eyes seem bigger than they actually were but, he's definitely not wearing them in school.

“Like ‘em?” The doctor chuckled walking up next to the young boy.

“They're cool…” He nods, continuously watching himself at different angles in the mirror.

Suddenly Miles heard familiar foots steps walk towards him but kept his gaze on the mirror.

“See anything you like ba- aw…you look just like your dad.” She wraps her arms around his neck from behind lightly squeezing him.

Miles smiled slightly, raising his eyebrows and a nodded in agreement with what she said.

“Yeah a little bit…” He quickly snatched the frames off of his face then turned around to face his mother. “But I’m not wearing these in school” he said shaking the pair in his hand.

Rio snorted a laugh and patted both hands on Miless’ shoulders twice. “We’ll see about that”.

Ok so! For anyone that didn’t get the Stefan Urquelle reference here’s a clip. He basically just turns from a nerd to a hot guy.

Now thank you for reading!! Again i’m always open to constructive criticism and feedback. I hope you enjoyed it<3

(P.S- Requests are open rn so if you have any feel free to ask!)

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faroreskiss · 10 months

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The Power of Understanding / Part 2 (v2)

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Rewritten v2 posted on: 2023/09/10

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Chapters: Pilot, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Summary: You have been with the Chain for a while now, as their "scholar" and translator. You know everything about them, because you are from our world. But do they know the truth about how you can understand everyone? Loosely based on the same reader in my NSFW fic, which is a very loose prequel to this one, and a work in progress. More background info to come, if I feel like it :D Isekai reader, but she doesn't know about the Linked Universe. Warnings: None. SFW. Maybe Teen? Points of interest: This is your thing if you are into the mystery of chain being able to talk to each other. I am an actual trained linguist IRL, hence this HAD to be written! Some fluffy Twilight x Reader content in this chapter.

So, what was happening to you today? You just couldn't stop thinking about Twilight for some reason. You even carried your work over the stables, having to inhale the smell of horseshit around you.

But he was just... there. Not like he has been far away lately. You’ve literally been stuck with him (and the rest of the chain) for around two years. Your ‘situationship’ with Wild was still there, and the rest of the chain was aware of it, you were guessing. You both weren’t exactly super subtle about it, hand holding and such and sometimes a small kiss here and there, but you were never explicit with it either. Nobody questioned anything, everybody had their… quirks, you guessed.

Did they think you were just in a relationship, you wondered sometimes. Were they even familiar with the word, situationship? Gods, what would they think of the involvement of you, Zelda and Link at the same time, if they knew? Technically, everybody had their room in the house in Hateno, but, well... Ah, you really missed Zelda too, and her delicate fingers on… You took a breath and then sighed. You were getting distracted.

Anyway, nobody owes anyone explanations in the Chain that you learned. That was the agreement of the Links, in which you were indirectly included. If they don't want to tell, you don't force them.

Except, you pretty much knew everything. Well, you weren't really familiar with any game where all the Links were together except maybe some fanfiction where they met in the afterlife, but Wild didn't "exist" back then, from your perspective.

Now, Time was out with the others, getting some business done in Castle Town. Wild also joined him to get some ingredients for the recipes he learned from Malon.

Back to Twilight... You were watching his strong arms, brushing the horse gently. He definitely had a tall stature compared to the other Links. The Links you are in contact with are ranging from their mid to late twenties, maybe early thirties (except Wind, though he was still almost a 16/17 -year-old teenager). So, most of them were fully adults.

"Hey, I can feel ya starin', ya know, Trivia Queen,” he said with his Ordona drawl that occasionally made an appearance, sighing, while still brushing his Epona.

Right. That was your nickname. When you first arrived, you kept spouting things about them that you supposedly should not "know" about, which made the Links (except Wild, he was used to it) extremely suspicious. Over time, they got used to it, especially after finding out about your "job" at Wild's world, as a historian, linguistics scholar. So they left it at that.

The other rule was that you were not supposed to discuss one Link with another, unless you are sure you are not revealing any secrets.

...which was a rule that was established right after you revealed that Twilight is Wolfie, to Wild. Seems like the Old Man already knew (you and Wild joined the chain pretty much as the latest additions), and it was his idea to come up with it. And it was kind of unfair because Wild said he already knew Wolfie from his initial adventure! Hah, good riddance. It did end up being revealed to everyone anyway, after his near death experience.

Fair to say, you were the persona non-grata for a while. And that nickname was not Trivia Queen, but it was Trivia-something else for a while (Thanks, Vet).

"Mhm," you idly replied.

Twilight raised an eyebrow, catching you lost in thought while the stables filled with the scent of horse dung. "Hey," he called out again, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Lost in your own world again?"

You sighed, blushing slightly, and tried to shake off the daydream of you and him in a big bear hug. "Yeah, just got a bit distracted," you admitted, turning your attention back to the ranch's budget paperwork. "These numbers can be quite mesmerizing, you know."

The rancher chuckled, his eyes warm as he continued brushing his Epona. "If you say so," he replied playfully. "But I have to admit, you manage to make even the most mundane tasks seem fascinating."

You couldn't help but smile at his compliment, feeling your heart flutter slightly. "Thanks, Link. You know how to make a 'trivia queen' blush," you teased back, trying to keep the conversation light-hearted.

His grin widened, and he leaned against the stable door, looking at you with that undeniable twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, really? Well, consider it a skill I've honed over time," he said, winking playfully.

You playfully rolled your eyes, trying to hide the butterflies in your stomach. "I suppose I'll have to keep my guard up around you, then," you replied, feigning a serious tone.

Twilight chuckled, and for a moment, the two of you locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between you.

"You wish you could," he winked.

There was an unspoken awareness that, despite the friendly banter, there were lines he would not cross. You respected his relationship with Wild, and he respected your history with him. And of course, the fact that everybody's existence is but a flicker...

Yes... Who knows how long you will still be here anyway? Even the stuff with Wild and Flora is as dangerous as it is. You can literally disappear and get back to your own world, leaving them behind.

This was the thing that was stopping you from the other type of "feelings" you could catch. You never spoke about this with Wild or Flora. To be fair, not like there was any time to. You… literally had the most intense moment of intimacy one night, and less than 24 hours after that, you and Link were taken in via the portal and met with 8 other Links. Poor guy even hesitated to sleep with you in the same bedroll, literally the night after.

And since the adventures with the Chain started, there was this weird gloom between you two sometimes (both missing Zelda), but the respect you have for each other never disappeared. That was another unspoken agreement.

The moment you want to speak about this awkward issue of you having a heart big enough for love for other people, the reality of your existence would be bare.

Anybody can disappear, forever, anytime.

Time's return broke the moment, and you both quickly resumed your tasks, acting as if nothing significant had transpired. "So, what were you two chatting about?" Time inquired with a sly grin.

"Just discussing the ranch's budget," you replied casually, keeping things vague.

The Old Man raised an eyebrow but seemed to take your word for it. "Alright then, just remember we've got some preparations to make before the next portal appears," he said, his eyes flickering with a knowing but serious glint. It wasn't the first time he witnessed something like this.

You nodded, grateful for the diversion. "Of course, I'll get back to work."

As the day went on, you couldn't help but steal glances at Twilight, his presence always managing to captivate you. Though you were the "translation magic" of the group, your understanding of him went beyond language. It was a connection that had been forged through shared experiences and unspoken feelings of the last couple of years, despite the initial incidents you had.

And as you continued to work alongside the Chain, you held onto the hope that, in the midst of all the chaos and adventure, there might be a chance for your paths to intertwine in a more profound way. For now, you would cherish the friendly banter and the secret glances, knowing that no matter how many worlds you traveled, Twilight would be a part of your heart's journey, for now.

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hd-wireless · 10 months

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📻🎶 H/D WIRELESS 2023 - WEEKLY WRAP-UP #1

🎶 Just a perfect week Read fanfiction in the park And then later When it gets dark, look at art. Just a perfect week Reading at work in the loo, And then later a podfic, too And then home.

Oh it's such a perfect fest We're glad to share it with you Oh, such a perfect fest It just keeps us reading on, It just keeps us reading on. 🎶

🎤 Welcome to our 8th round of H/D Wireless!

The time has finally come to start posting all the fantastic entries we’ve received this year!

We’ve revealed 14 top hits so far, with many more to come. The mods have been working non-stop since December to make this happen, so we’re beyond excited to finally be back 🤩

As always you can listen to the prompted songs for the works we post on two playlists:

Click here for Spotify (many thanks to @evaeleanor for helping us out there) ❤️

And here for the YouTube playlist.

And now without further ado, our Wrap-up for the first week of posting:

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 Why don't you like me? [T, digital comic]

🎵Song Prompt: Grace Kelly by MIKA 🎵Summary Failing to ask Harry out, Draco deals with his feelings in a very dramatic fashion.

📻 Alive [E, Digital comic]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Alive' by 'Sia' 🎵 Summary Harry is lost after the final battle, but he finds comfort from an unexpected source.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic and Art 🎶

📻 Before the Cold Sets In [T, 9,154, origami art]

🎵 Song Prompt: Cold Tea Blues, by Cowboy Junkies 🎵 Summary But if I measure the sugar To satisfy your expectant tongue Then that is love Sitting untouched and growing cold - Cold Tea Blues, by Cowboy Junkies Sometimes, the person you should be planning your life with is already in it. Or, how Harry realised that true love is at the bottom of a tea cup.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 Everybody Hates a Tourist [E, 51,500]

🎵 Song Prompt: Common People by Pulp 🎵 Summary On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoy’s Muggle life in Britain’s gay capital, Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school. Meanwhile, Draco’s just trying to live his big and best queer life: working for the weekend, chasing hot men, getting lost in Brighton's nightlife, and making friends with the neighbourhood cats. Why does his former school rival and crush have to show up and spoil everything?

📻 Take You Home [E, 26,333]

🎵 Song Prompt: Fuck the Pain Away by Peaches and Take You Home by Dido 🎵 Summary Everybody’s a little fucked up after the war, Draco especially. What starts as hate sex after a night out, eventually turns into something else, something more like comfort. And even though his friends all tell Harry he’s just being used, all Harry’s doing is making sure Draco gets home in one piece. He’s not falling helplessly in love.

📻 love is just a shout in the void [M, 4,489]

🎵 Song Prompt: i'm in love with u, sorry by j'san 🎵 Summary Draco accidentally texts Potter his biggest secret and he’s pretty sure the Chosen Prat isn’t ready to hear anything close to it. So he pretends he didn’t mean to. But the problem is: Potter is still as infuriating as ever, if not more than he was before.

📻 The Two Of Us In Sympathy [M, 5,782]

🎵 Song Prompt: Rent by Pet Shop Boys. 🎵 Summary Draco Malfoy is a sex worker. Harry Potter is the client who falls in love with him.

📻 Vipera Berus [M, 20,614]

🎵 Song Prompt: Just Pretend by Bad Omens 🎵 Summary Everything was fine. Draco resided at the Manor, made a decent living selling potions and most of his customers actually kept coming back despite his last name. Hence, Draco was fine. He really was. And so what, if he was still waiting.

📻 Don’t hate him when he gets up to leave [M, 2,226]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Two-Headed Boy' by 'Neutral Milk Hotel' 🎵 Summary The linens are white and empty, sunlight slanting through the window illuminating a bed that has been deserted. Draco knew Potter would leave; he’s always gone by morning. Draco doesn’t even remember what he looks like in daylight.

📻 (you) find me when the lights go down [T, 1,839]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'save me from the monster in my head' by 'Welshly Arms' 🎵 Summary Harry can hear footsteps on the stairs behind him but doesn't bother turning to look. There's only one person likely to follow him out here at this time of night. "Potter," comes the crisp voice, easily recognisable as Draco. "You do know that most sane people, especially those who spend every waking moment complaining of being cold, would cast a warming charm. Or at the very least grab a sweater. Not spend every night attempting to turn into an icicle." - What makes someone a ghost? Because if it's dying, Harry's got that covered.

📻 If You Took the Time to Try [T, 18,169]

🎵 Song Prompt: "Go Like" by Fox Stevenson 🎵 Summary Last summer, Draco's impulsive decision to sleep with Harry Potter resulted in a bruised ego and a broken heart. Now he's looking for a fresh start- something that was absolutely not just an excuse for him to run away from his problems. Only it totally was, and while leaving London might have been easy, leaving Potter in the past was not.

📻 Title & Possession [E, 49,063]

🎵 Song Prompt: Misery Loves Company - Asking Alexandria 🎵 Summary Harry Potter’s life is going well in the aftermath of the war. Sure, his house is dark and run-down and might hate him (while his house elf definitely hates him). But other than that, things are good. Except, yeah, okay, Hermione and Ron are no longer on speaking terms. Worse, they keep trying to get Harry to pick sides. But otherwise, Harry couldn’t be happier. Well. Except for the fact that Ginny is being super weird about their relationship and never wants to have sex or talk about the future. But other than that, Harry is perfectly fine, thankyouverymuch. At least, he is until Draco Malfoy threatens to sue him for ownership of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, and winds up moving in until the issue is settled. Then Harry really isn’t fine at all.

🎶 H/D Wireless Podfic 🎶

📻 Inside These Walls [podfic] [M, 33 minutes]

🖋️ Original author: Jackvbriefs 🎵 Song Prompt: Black Sheep by Metric 🎵 Summary The year before Draco moves to Los Angeles, Harry Potter disappears. Draco doesn't mean to find him. He's just doing his job.

📻 Moldova's Magical Tea by aibidil - a Podfic [E, 2:46:12]

🖋️ Original author: aibidil 🎵 Song Prompt: Clint Eastwood by Gorrillaz 🎵 Summary Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and—to everyone’s surprise—Draco Malfoy are opening a magical tea shop to revive wizarding tea culture and, hopefully, to bring the community together after the war. Harry, who is unemployed and trying to find his way in post-war society, wants to help his friends with their new business—but that means spending a lot of time around Malfoy. Featuring Muggle music from summer 2001, trips to the Muggle cinema, herbology and magical herbal infusions, and Draco trying to convince Harry that, while he’s still a snarky git, he’s no longer a bigot.

#HD Wireless #hd wireless 2023 #drarry #drarry art #drarry fic #drarry podfic #weekly wrap up no 1

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“You are beautiful to me.”

Here is the first of the requests I still got in my inbox. There are quite a few of them, so thank you all for your patience in advance. I will get to all of them, I promise :D And thank you for showing my writing so much love! I absolutely adore Cal with all my heart and am so thrilled to share these stories with you!

And here is the request: “hi!! i’ve been living for all your cal kestis fics! im currently playing Survivor and i’ve always loved cal but there hasn’t been a lot of fics. so thank you!! if you’re taking requests… i would really love one about cal with a plus sized reader? it doesn’t necessarily have to be directly mentioned but just maybe insecurities the reader has but cal showing that he loves her and thinks she’s beautiful. maybe music is apart of reader’s life and she’s either apart of the mantis crew or like a koboh local? i haven’t really sent a request before so idk what you’d want but yeah… just been currently thinking about how cal would react or say in that situation… thank you” Please enjoy!

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Like most people on Koboh, you were looking to get away from something or someone. People here sought refuge, safety, or simply some peace. Yet they rarely talked about why they came to this desolate planet, choosing instead to focus on building a new life.

Although the community was tight, there were also troublemakers around. Or as you liked to think: “If there is a bar, there are bound to be assholes.”

You had worked in various restaurants and taverns already, and everywhere was the same. Given enough alcohol, some people would always turn nasty or cause trouble. Pyloon’s Saloon, your newest workplace, was no different. On most days, it was quiet and you could go about your day in peace. You’d either clean, help in the kitchen or serve drinks to customers, happy to help in whatever way possible to earn your keep.

Most people were extremely friendly, chatting easily with you. Your favourite guest was a certain Jedi, however, who came around far too scarcely for your liking. Cal Kestis, a friend of your boss, was often off-planet, fighting the Empire in some way. Sometimes he’d return to Koboh to recharge or to follow some other mission.

Whenever he did show up, your face brightened into a smile. The redhead was nothing but kind to you, making you laugh with his surprisingly dry and strange humor or telling you some stories about his latest adventures.

Sometimes, he’d also return beaten and battered and would sit patiently on a bar stool, while you took care of his injuries. There was a friendship between you, a bond that had formed so naturally and quickly that it often surprised you. Especially since you weren’t used to men showing any kind of interest.

You weren’t ugly, by any means! But you didn’t exactly have the figure most males were after. Certainly not handsome ones like Cal. You had always been chubby, even as a child, and eventually womanly curves got added to the mix. You liked yourself just fine, but sometimes you did wonder what it would be like to feel desired.

And on some days, you did wish you looked different. Days like this one, for example, where you were in charge of serving drinks again, while a small group of young men were playing Sabacc at a table, ordering far too much ale.

“Hey, Hutt-girl! Come and give us another round!”, one of them yelled, using one of the many insulting nicknames you had heard over the years. “And try to be quick, we are thirsty.”

You would have let it slide when suddenly a familiar voice spoke: “What did you call her?”

It was Cal! The music was so loud, you hadn’t even heard him enter the Saloon.

He was looking at the man, who had addressed you, his eyes narrowed, mouth tense. He was angry and his hand was itching to reach for his saber. But he had promised Greeze not to cause trouble of the Jedi kind in this place.

“Chill. It’s just a nickname. Hutt-girl doesn’t mind. I mean, look at her. She…”, the man slurred in Cal’s direction but didn’t get to continue, as the Jedi had quickly closed the distance and punched him straight in the face, knocking the fellow off his chair.

“Don’t call her that. She has a name.”, Cal spoke, voice icy.

The other men were instantly on their feet, though they looked unsure whether to fight or not. Cal wasn’t exactly unknown in these parts.

“Apologize to the lady.”, the Jedi demanded.

The group exchanged some looks, glancing back and forth between Cal, you, and their friend with a heavily bleeding nose. Without the alcohol, they might have taken the smart decision to follow Cal’s request. But too much ale made young men like these restless and rowdy, and a moment later one of them tried to take a swing at the Jedi.

He missed of course and Cal was quick to use his first to knock the attacker down. Within seconds, the thing escalated, all six young men attacking a single one. It wasn’t a fair fight, but Cal didn’t need help. He had dealt with much worse than troublesome drunks. Within five minutes, he was throwing the bunch out of the door, telling them to stay out.

“Thank you…”, you said, finally having found your voice again. “Cal… your lip…”

He had come out mostly unscathed, but one of the idiots had obviously landed a punch.

Cal wiped at the corner of his mouth with a thumb, noticing the blood. “No worries, I had worse.”, he replied casually, taking a seat at the bar.

“Let me get you something.”, you were quick to spring into action, grabbing a cool wet cloth for him.

“Do they often call you that?”, he asked, after you were done cleaning the busted lip. It really wasn’t as bad as it had looked at first glance.

“I’m used to it.”, you replied, trying to sound nonchalant. But the truth was, such names hurt.

“You shouldn’t be.”, Cal spoke, voice quiet and thoughtful.

The words earned him a smile, as you took a seat on the stool next to him. With the group gone, the Saloon was quiet and you could spare some time.

“Cal, I’m not blind or naïve. I know why they come up with names like that.”, you tried to explain. “I am not exactly what many would consider beautiful.”

“You are beautiful to me.”

His reply had your heart stop for a moment, your voice getting caught in your throat. What? Had you heard that correctly?

Cal seemed to notice your shock and reached out to brush his fingers against your cheek.

“You really are, Y/N. Inside and out.”

You went from not hearing your heart at all to being certain that everyone on the planet could notice it beating wildly in your chest.

“Cal… I…”, you weren’t sure what to say. How did one respond to such beautiful words?

“Everytime I come here, I hope that you are working.”, the Jedi continued, saving you from your word loss dilemma. “I look forward to hearing you laugh, to see that smile again. Whenever I am hurt, I know that you will patch me back up. Physically and emotionally.”

His hand was still on your cheek, thumb gently stroking over your skin, flushed red due to a deepening blush.

“And as long as I am around, nobody has the right to hurt you in any way. I won’t allow it. Because you are special to me, Y/N.”

He had laid out his heart to you and although your throat still felt tight, it was only fair to show him the same honesty. Part of your mind screamed a warning, that this could end badly, but you tried to drown that voice out.

“You are also special to me, Cal.”, you began. “My day gets a hundred times better whenever you walk in… I love listening to your stories… hearing your jokes… I like when you are next to me.” Was this too much? Were you interpreting his words the wrong way and running headfirst into rejection? It was too late to reconsider now, as your feelings fought to break out.

“Whenever you come back hurt, my heart breaks a little. And all I want to do is see you healthy and happy again… I miss you when you are not here. Then I find myself thinking about you…”

You didn’t have a chance to continue, as suddenly Cal’s lips were on yours. Stars, he was truly kissing you! Without thinking about it, you kissed him back, one arm sneaking around his head to play with his hair, while the other grabbed his upper arm for support.

He groaned into the kiss, as it intensified, both of you getting lost in the moment. Far too quickly it had to end, as you both remembered that you needed to breathe.

“Sorry… I should have asked…” There it was again. That caring and considerate side of his.

“No, don’t apologize. It was perfect.”, you were quick to say. “And I definitely would have said yes, anyway.”

His lips curved into a grin. “Good. I’m glad.” And with that, he leaned in for another kiss, pulling you closer this time.

“Y/N! I need some help down here!” Greeze’s voice was coming from the kitchen, breaking the moment once again.

“I should go. Boss is calling.”, you said reluctantly.

“What time do you finish?”, Cal asked.

“In an hour or so.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

You knew he would be. And the thought alone brought a smile to your face. Who would have thought that such a shitty evening could have such a beautiful end? Or was it just a beautiful beginning?

#cal kestis #cal kestis x yn #cal kestis x you #cal kestis x reader #jedi survivor

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hellfiresmaster · 2 years

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Look At Me

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

NSFW 18+ Minors DNI

Word Count: 2.1K (whoops)

Warnings: best friends to lovers, some fluff I guess, mention of the Hellfire gang but not too much, smut, grinding, P in V, slight hand kink, praise kink, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (reader is on BC), the hellfire shirt STAYS ON, orgasm denial

Notes: This is my first Eddie fic as you can probably tell lmao but hopefully not my last one. I know this is probably a dynamic/type of story you’ve read a million times (and it's a little rushed and unedited sorry) but I had to get this stupid little daydream of mine out of my head. If you know me and my kind of writing, you know there’s smut coming 💀 I already have another one planned byeeee

P.S. my inbox is always open to discuss any thots on this man if anyone wants to drop by! :)

Freak.

Hearing that word made your skin crawl with anger, even if it wasn't necessarily indicated towards you. The scrutiny your lifelong best friend was under every single day at Hawkins High was enough to drive anyone insane. But not your Eddie; he always managed to dust it off, not paying it a single thought unless he was in one of his moods; of course, then retaliation was always in the cards.

To everyone else, he was Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. A screw-up eternally repeating his senior year doomed to a life of being a loser. But never to you. Never to the ones closest to him. Eddie was caring, kind, and free-spirited in the best way. He had the biggest heart of anyone you knew, and it pissed you off that the rest of the world couldn't see that too. There was always a need inside of you to protect Eddie since you were kids from those who hated him but never bothered to understand him.

Growing up wasn't any different. While all the other girls in Hawkins seemed to be more interested in hanging out at the mall or having sleepovers, you were far too busy riding your bike around town or downing beers by Lover's Lake and laughing until you couldn't breathe with Eddie by your side. Let's be honest, you two could sit around doing absolutely nothing, and it would still be the best day. Relishing in each other's company seemed to be your favorite pastime.

All was well with you and Eddie, well, all but one thing. Nothing big, just your unrequited love for your best friend. No big deal, right? Ever since you can remember, he had you wrapped around his ring-clad fingers. But the fear of ruining your friendship far outweighed any promising future you saw for the two of you. Admiring him from afar had2 become second nature to you at this point.

Snapping yourself out of your slight haze, you realized how late it was and where you were supposed to be.

"Hellfire. Shit." You mumbled to yourself as you gathered your things and headed out the door towards Hawkins High like you did every other Wednesday night.

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The dimly lit room had an eerie feeling before you heard Dustin shout "NO!" from inside as you turned the handle to open the door as quietly as possible. You shifted your vision to make out what he was yelling so passionately at.

And there he was. Eddie fucking Munson. Looming over the D&D table in all his Dungeon Master glory. He gave you a quick wink which you involuntarily had to look away from to regain any composure you had left as you felt a warmth spreading in your core— growing annoyed with yourself for letting him get to you that easily.

You shuffled quietly, attempting to make your way through the room without interrupting the ongoing game. You took your seat right beside but slightly behind Eddie, pulling out a worn-out sketchbook from your bag and beginning to scribble on it.

Hellfire nights were your favorite. Not only was it a chance to hang out with your favorite people, but nothing inspired you to draw more than watching them play. It was always the highlight of your week.

"Hey, princess." Eddie gave you a quick whisper as he leaned back on his throne, giving the other players a chance to concur about whatever current situation they were trying to weasel their way out of.

"Focus." You rolled your eyes and gestured back towards the game board, which made him sheepishly grin into his hand and direct his attention back to the papers in front of him. The players returned to the table to execute their plan, and you resumed your doodles.

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Before you knew it, the night had come to an end, and you found yourself under a large blanket and laying back against a worn-out picnic mat by Lover's Lake with Eddie going on and on about the night's gameplay.

"I almost forgot; I have something for you." You interrupted without really meaning to, and Eddie's eyes instantly snapped towards you. "For your birthday." He grumbled at the mention of the one day a year he would do anything to avoid and dropped his head dramatically back onto the blanket. You giggled before hurrying back to the car to grab the large box you had obscured in the backseat and made your way back next to him. "Open it." Eddie seemed unsure at first but offered you a bashful smile when you set the box in his lap as he sat up and took it into his hands.

"A...record player?" He ran his fingers along the pristine box, marveling at it for a second in disbelief.

"Yeah, for your music. I know how much you've been missing it since your other one broke. Your place has been so quiet since, and maybe we can go to the record store this weekend and pick up some Metallica-" You cut yourself off when you realized he wasn't listening, his attention still entirely on the gift in front of him. "Eddie?"

His eyes were glossy when they met yours, chewing on his lower lip, seemingly trying to find the words to say, when all of a sudden his hands were cupping your face and bringing your lips to his in a rushed but sincere kiss. It took you a second before you processed what was happening and kissed him back, lips gliding smoothly over his as he held you there for a moment before pulling back just enough for your noses to brush against one another.

"Is this okay?" You quickly nodded, drawing him back towards your lips, this time parting them to allow your tongue to slip inside his mouth, which he greedily accepted. Eddie's hands tentatively slid lower towards your waist, and you leaned closer. You took the opportunity to straddle his waist, sighing into his mouth when you felt the growing bulge underneath you. Your hands found their way to intertwine in his lustrous waves of curls and tugging slightly, earning a low moan from him every time. The chilling metal of his rings dug under your skirt and into the delicate flesh of your thighs and ass, making you writhe on top of him.

Eddie's lips continued to work their way down along your jawline and chest, leaving a path of marks on his way but quickly alleviating your skin with the warmth of his tongue.

"Can I?" A murmured yes, and his hands slid under your shirt, pulling it directly over your head as you unclipped your bra and threw it off to the side. Eddie swore he could've cum right then and there. "Shit, sweetheart. Been dreaming about these tits since I can remember." He wasted no time and began palming one breast while his tongue lavished the other with attention and switching sides. Your skin warmed when you felt him nip at your pebbled nipple, then sucking on the flesh surrounding it until it was purple and plump. It wasn't long before he began to caress your waist, his hands skimming under your skirt to push aside your panties and run his fingers along your slick folds.

"Damn, baby. All this for me?" You immediately wanted to kiss that cocky smirk off his face. Still, you were far too preoccupied with the sensation of his fingers tracing tight circles on your clit and toying with your entrance, spreading your arousal back up to your throbbing bud.

"Eddie, please." The desperation in your voice made his cock twitch as he slipped a finger inside, making you moan loudly in relief. The aching emptiness inside of you finally soothed, but it wasn't enough; you needed more. As soon as you started riding his hand, he inserted a second finger, then a third, and pumped at a languid pace that had your head reeling while his thumb worked your clit. "Fuck, that's good. I've wanted this for so long."

"Have you now? You think about having my fingers inside you, princess?" Eddie continued his pace, slowly building that pleasure that was tightly coiling deep in your core as he spoke. "Tell me." His tone was more demanding as he gripped your throat with his free hand, his rings pressing into your neck.

"All the time Eddie. Your hands just look so good; I imagined the way your rings would look covered in me." You began panting, finding it harder to form coherent words from the pressure building but managing to look down at him through your lashes. "God, please, I just wanted you to stretch me out, get me nice and ready for you," Eddie groaned, slowly losing his composure as he sternly pulled you closer, his lips barely brushing over your ear with his hand still wrapped around your neck.

"God can't help you now, sweetheart." He smugly chuckled before pulling his fingers from you completely, making you pout back at him at the loss of your orgasm.

"Eddie!" Your whining only made him kiss you while grinning against your lips. It only took a moment before your motions became feverish; your bodies pressed on one another again, breathing heavily while feeling the thud of your combined heartbeats as you fumbled to remove any barrier of clothing.

Your fingers coasted along his arms to admire some of his tattoos; your mind wandered to those that adorned the parts of his body you longed to see. Eddie practically read your mind as he began to remove his shirt before you stopped him.

"No. This stays on." A guttural moan escaped his throat at your words. The fact that you wanted him to fuck you while wearing his Hell Fire shirt had his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head. He quickly snapped out of it as you started to grind on his hardened erection moving your hips in sync with his. You began to undo his belt and push his pants down along with his boxers, just enough for his cock to spring out. You couldn't help but break the kiss to admire it, the head angry and red leaking pre cum from the tip. He was big, not too big, but big enough to make you gulp and gape in awe (and maybe drool a little). You wrapped your hand around the girth of it, making Eddie's breath catch in his throat at the sight of it, stroking it before arranging yourself to hover above his cock. His aching tip rubbed along your dripping cunt; his eyes transfixed where you were joining together as you sunk onto him inch by delicious inch. Feeling every ridge of his cock slide into you until it filled you completely. It wasn't until you were fully seated on him that you released a breathy moan in unison at the feeling of being entirely enveloped in each other. Your pussy accommodated him so well, walls pulsating around him as you began to find a rhythm with your hips.

"I've wanted this for so long. Fuck, you're so beautiful." Eddie couldn't help but watch you as you rode him, admiring how your tits bounced while he kept a tight grip on your waist and slightly lifted his hips to meet your every thrust.

"Fuck Eddie, I'm so close." He could feel you tightening around him as he brought his thumb back to your swollen clit.

"Me too, baby. Me too." His face was flushed, hair already sticking to his face from the exertion of keeping his own orgasm at bay. "You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my cock like a good girl?" His words sunk deep into your core, making you clench down hard on his cock, spiraling over the edge and into the bliss of your orgasm. Your entire body quivered as Eddie made sure to fuck you through your high. His cock slammed into you relentlessly, taking over your motions when you slumped onto him, still trembling from the aftershocks of your high. You swore you could feel him in your stomach with how deep he was driving into you when you suddenly felt him thrust once, twice until his hips stuttered, and he poured his release into you, almost singing your name like a prayer along with a stream of praises while holding you close to him.

Once your labored breaths returned to normal, Eddie took the discarded blanket and draped it over your naked figure, still straddling him. He beamed with a pleased look on his face as he stroked your cheek and glanced at you as if to make sure you were real.

"Can we do that again?" His question made you laugh into his shoulder as your arms crossed behind his neck.

"You're still inside me, Munson. And you're already asking if we can go again?" Eddie glanced down and then back up to you before securing the blanket around you a bit more.

"Fine. But we're going back to my place. I'm not done with you yet."

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie stranger things #eddie my beloved #stranger things 4 #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #it wouldnt be me if I didnt warn you guys it might suck beforehand right lmao #it probably does #but i am down so bad for this bad it doesnt even matter #stranger things fic #eddie munson imagine

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tonguetiedraven · 6 months

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Hi!! I’m not sure if you’ve already read the latest chaps, and Kato is obviously building up rinshi, but it all just reads as more izushie and bonrin to me. I think izumo’s confrontations are just SCREAMING for a Shiemi confession, and maybe some crumbs of bonrin if they can be sprinkled in ❤️

I am absolutely reading the latest chapters and I have to agree, lol. A lot of it just screams Izushie to me. And if you've got the new Volume, even the final extra has a BonRin vibe <3

I puled @marble-wolf in to help me with this one ^^

We'll post a snippet here, with a link to the full fic at the end :D

"Shiemi…" Izumo's voice trailed off with an uncertainty that she wouldn't admit to feeling as she approached her friend.

Her friend that seemed to have changed far beyond any of them but still with her eyes so kind (tired, but kind.) She looked beautiful though, and her guards, which should have given an air of intimidation, just annoyed Izumo. She would have to talk to Shiemi with them present. They didn't have time to wait around or waste.

Shiemi’s head turned over at the sound of her name, and an enormous smile immediately lifted her lips at the sight of Izumo. She didn’t even think before she was stepping out of the processional style line she’d ended up in.

There was a grumble of annoyance from her guards and ladies in waiting, but she ignored that for now.

“Izu—” she cut herself off abruptly, swallowing the familiarity of that name and all the emotions that came with it.

“Kamiki.” There. Far safer.

Izumo paused for a half second, probably not even noticeable, at Shiemi's slip. That had been her name. But Shiemi had cut herself off.

Izumo stopped close to Shiemi, feeling terribly underdressed next to Shiemi in her extravagant robes and headpiece that seemed to catch and absorb the light.

She couldn't quite meet her friend's beautiful and earnest and excited eyes as she spoke in her most typical strong tone.

"I'm sorry about yesterday. I said too much." She shot a glare at the guards behind Shiemi and she hated the way she could feel heat trying to burn in her face but she beat it back, which wasn't terribly hard in this frozen wasteland. "I don't usually talk about love stuff, so I got carried away."

She never dared talk about love before, when her heart had been frozen and she'd been hurting and doing the hurting.

"But I meant what I said!" And that's as far as she wanted to touch on that subject. But she was finally meeting Shiemi's eyes… Why were they always so bright? It was like looking at a canopy of a forest through sunlight.

Shiemi’s face went a bit pink. She had thought the conversation was finished before, but she really should have known Izumo better than that. Her friend was in front of her, blushing, cold, and determined. They were on the edge of some impossible battle and Shiemi hadn’t seen her in what felt like years, but she really was just the same person. Grumpy and caring far too much, and so scared to show any of it.

She was adorable with the scowl and blush, and the color just brought out the magenta of her eyes all the more.

“Okay,” she softly said, “it… It was nice to know you cared.”

Even if it wasn’t quite right. They hadn’t quite understood each other for most of their friendship though.

She could hear someone shuffling impatiently behind her, and it had her blushing a bit more.

“I did give it some thought,” she continued, and suddenly couldn’t look in the magenta eyes she had wanted to look at her really look at her almost from the minute she’d first seen them. “I…”

Her courage left her as it always had. She could stand up against Demon Kings, but she really seemed to lack her courage where it counted.

“But I can’t tell him.”

For so many reasons. Mainly because it wouldn’t at all be true, and it wouldn’t be fair to her dear friend. (Or to her other dear friend. Yukio or Rin, either one would hurt the other, and she loved them both and she couldn’t possibly pick one of them. Even if her heart hadn’t picked someone else.

She forced herself to smile, cursing her own cowardice. “Right now, it’s enough for all of us to just be together.”

Because they hadn’t for far too long, and she was certain Rin agreed with her. If it was going to end, she could hardly pick a better one than surrounded by all of them.

Izumo's eyes narrowed and she leaned closer before her hand shot out to snatch up Shiemi's cheeks, squeezing gently but firmly. The guards reached for her with shouts and swords lifting but she didn't even glance their way. If they were going to stick around they needed to get used to this.

"You think you're gonna die?!" Izumo thought Shiemi was cute with her cheeks squished. "Well, I agree with Rin! You gotta live!" (They all needed to. She didn't want to lose any of them!)

Shiemi was pulled forward by Izumo’s grip and nearly fell onto her. A guard dared to draw their sword like she was in danger, and she absently raised a hand to stop them as she stared at Izumo’s much too close face.

It was amazing how right and wrong Izumo was. Entirely right that Shiemi thought she was going to die, and entirely right that she was a coward about talking about it, entirely right that she never talked about love and romance (but gushed when she did), and—

And so entirely wrong about Rin.

#ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #my tumblr fics #izushie #bonrin #bon x rin #bonfire #shiemi moriyama #rin okumura #izumo kamiki #aoex #ryuuji suguro #bon suguro #ryuji suguro

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blackjackkent · 1 month

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>:3 I've come from A03 and see Requests

I humbly suggest camp shinanagins while Tav/Hec™ is away

(including Karlach?:D)

Or - if more serious

I think it's pretty neat alot of the companions literally reflect the same themes of abuse at the hands of people in charge

I'd love to see Astarion and Karlach or Karlach and Shadowheart or Karlach and-

Jokes aside, honestly any pair realize/talk that out a bit

Hey anon! TYSM for the requests. <3 You sent these a while back so I have no idea if you'll see this but I hope you will. c: I went with the serious prompt first but I will be coming back to the more light-hearted prompt very soon!

Broken Little Puppets

Pairing: Astarion & Karlach Characters: Astarion, Karlach Rating: Gen Content Tags: Dialogue-heavy, bonding, moving on, light angst Word Count: 1.8k Setting: Several days after Cazador boss fight, Lower City camp. Read on AO3 other bg3 one-shots | send me fic requests! Summary: Karlach supports Astarion after a nightmare about Cazador's ritual - and gets a little support herself in return.

“Hey. Psst. Astarion-- hey, hey!”

Astarion hears Karlach’s voice as if at a great distance. He is at the bottom of a deep black pool of reverie, trapped, drowning while still breathing. The world is far away, and the memories infinitely close, crawling across his skin.

Images flash through him with agonizing clarity. Some nights they are more indistinct, the accumulated recollections of years upon years of varying torments - but tonight it is almost as immediate as it was in life. The humming power holds him helpless on the edge of Cazador’s ritual circle, stripped of armor and weapons and friends and hope, feeling his master’s ascension starting to boil his blood with agonizing heat…

“No. No-- please--” he whimpers, his head thrashing side to side. “Let me go--”

“Hey!”

The grip on his wrist enters the reverie and pulls. Another force trapping him, another surge of blazing heat. He jerks, lashes out blindly with his free hand, and his knuckles connect with a hard, solid jawline, sending a stab of pain through his wrist and up his arm.

“Ow! Fuck!” Karlach yelps.

Her voice finally breaks through the reverie, shattering it apart around him. His eyes snap open and he finds himself half-sitting up in his bedroll, looking at Karlach crouched in the tent flap. She's holding her cheek with one hand and looks distinctly startled.

“What…?” Astarion mumbles, shaking his head to try and clear the lingering fog in his thoughts. “What happened?”

“Well, you punched me, for one thing,” Karlach says. Her usual grin, never far away, is already sliding back onto her face now that she sees him awake. “Didn’t know you had that kind of right hook, Fangs.”

“You never asked,” Astarion says, with a painfully transparent attempt at his usual cocky disdain. He sits up fully, rubbing absently at his stinging wrist. “What’s the idea, grabbing me like that?”

She shrugs, letting her hand fall. There’s a visible bruise already darkening along her jaw; he really did catch her perfectly square-on. “You were, uh, having a nightmare, I think,” she says cautiously. “Or whatever you call it when you’re an elf, doing your elf thing.”

“Elves don’t have nightmares,” he says curtly. It’s not entirely a lie - reverie is not sleep. It serves the same function, at least theoretically, but an elf in reverie is not unconscious and does not dream. He remembers, locked in meditative trance, everything that has ever happened to him, often in brilliant, visceral clarity. If only that truly meant there were no nightmares…

She shakes her head. “Well, whatever it was, you were - I dunno. You were… sort of whimpering, crying out. Sure didn’t seem like you were enjoying it.”

No. No, he most certainly wasn’t. It’s only been a few days since Cazador’s blood splattered over his knife and his hands and his face; those memories are still crisp and fresh, not yet melded in with the rest. “I’m fine.” He smiles thinly. “But thanks ever so much for your concern.”

“Uh huh.” She hunches forward, crouched on the balls of her feet, and rests her elbows across her knees. “You know that’s not at all convincing, right?”

He clicks his tongue and makes a show of rolling his eyes. “Oh, all right, fine, you’ve dragged it out of me,” he says. “It was a sex dream. Very intense, lots of… you know. Positions. Orgiastic debauchery. People hanging naked upside down from chandeliers. Good cause for whimpering, is what I'm trying to say. So unless you’d like to hear all the nasty details, maybe you could just see yourself out of--”

“Astarion.” She’s still smiling, but there's no humor in it suddenly, just a sort of rueful sadness. “I’m pretty dumb sometimes, but I’m not stupid.”

His shoulders slump and he looks away from her, rubbing the heels of his hands to his temples. “Right. Of course.”

She settles forward into a more comfortable kneeling position. She’s so tall that her head still brushes the ceiling of the tent, her intact horn giving a gentle clink against the upper pole. “You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

She doesn’t make any move to leave the tent, and he doesn’t make any move to force her. They both just sit there, listening to the muted bustle of the city outside their alleyway camp.

After a while he speaks, low, almost inaudible. “I couldn’t possibly explain it,” he says, “in a way that would make you understand.”

“Try me.” She rolls her head to one side, then the other, stretching out the muscles in her neck. “Maybe I’d surprise you.”

“You’re young,” he says bitterly. “How could you possibly comprehend torments that operated on a scale of decades?”

She juts out her jaw thoughtfully. “I had one decade in the Hells. Feels like maybe that counts for something.” When he doesn’t respond, she goes on quietly, “I get nightmares too, y’know. Ten years in the Hells is no two hundred years in Caza-fuck’s dirty basement, but you still rack up a lot of bad memories. And Zariel was just as much of a cruel fucking prick…”

It’s pathetically obvious what she’s doing, of course. Talking first to get him to talk after. He’s not fooled. Sort of endearing, though, he supposes; how many people would actually bother to try?

“Woke up just last night absolutely convinced I was beating the shit out of a hezrou,” she goes on. “You ever see one of them? Nasty little brutes. Only I kept killing it and it kept coming back, and coming back, and coming back…” She stops abruptly, pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her chin on them. “Fucked up my pillow something good.”

He grunts noncommittally. Another long silence stretches between them.

“How’d it feel, killing him?” she asks abruptly. And this time her voice is quieter; it’s lost some of the note of friendly assurance.

He stiffens. “Surely you don’t need me to tell you what it’s like to kill someone,” he says sardonically. “I think we could both give a lecture on the subject that would put Gale to shame.”

“That’s not what I mean.” She frowns. “How’d it feel killing him?” The emphasis is clearer this time.

“Mm.” He gives her a keen look sidelong. “Rather the way it felt for you to kill Gortash, I imagine,” he says. “Though I think I managed it with more artistic flair. Really spattered the canvas, if you will.”

“Yeah.” She huffs out a breath, rattling her lips dramatically. “Watching you tear him up - it felt good. Wish I'd gone all-out like that, with Gortash. All I did was sink one good one right in his chest, but you left Cazzy just a piece of fucking meat. Shredded him. That’s the way it should be - for him, for Gortash, for Zariel, for all the fuckers who use people like that. Just a piece of fucking meat for some dog to chew on.”

Her voice has dropped lower, and he can feel the way the temperature in the tent has ticked up a notch or two as her engine starts to rev with agitation. “And even so…” she mutters sourly, “it still doesn’t fucking fix anything, in the end. Their final little laugh at our expense.”

He wants to object, to snarl out, like the wounded animal that he is, that of course it fixed things. He won. He’s alive (in a manner of speaking) and Cazador’s gone. He will never have to follow that bastard’s direction ever again, never again let his body be used, or be compelled to press a hot poker into his own flesh, or sit in solitary confinement while hunger gnaws in his belly like a furious beast. That is all over now, it’s done. It’s gone.

Except it isn’t, not really.

He is still a vampire. He will still never see his own face in a mirror again, or taste food as anything more than ash on his tongue. The scars on his back are still deep and harsh, spelling out an infernal message of ascension that has lost its only purpose. All the memories of two hundred years of abuse still linger in his mind, ready to be recalled in such clarity as if they happened yesterday.

And the hunger will never, ever, ever stop.

Nothing he did to Cazador changed that in the slightest, just the way nothing Karlach did to Gortash changed the inferno burning in her chest.

He shudders, his shoulders hunching up involuntarily as if recoiling from a blow. “No,” he mutters. “It doesn’t fix a damned thing.”

“Yeah.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “Shoulda seen the way I screamed in Hector’s face when I figured that one out. Still, at least they're dead. And we're free.”

“Free. Yes.” He laughs sharply. “Two broken little puppets with their strings cut.”

She grins - with no humor but with a sort of savage intensity. “And still managing to put on a pretty good show.”

“Are we?” For a moment the sardonic mask slips and he lifts his head to look at her. “I'm not putting on a good show - I'm lost. All of Cazador's power was at my fingertips, and instead I'm sitting in a dirty alleyway listening to Minsc snoring from the other end of the camp. This is no good show. It's a farce.”

She says nothing, just waits, and eventually he adds grudgingly, “But it's my farce.”

“Damn right it is.” Humor flashes back into Karlach's face suddenly. “Besides, who doesn't love a good farce? Mistaken identities, slapstick, dick jokes… the height of entertainment, if you ask me.”

Astarion can't help a slight, crooked grin in return. Karlach's indomitable energy is always infectious, even in the deepest depths of his brooding. “Darling, let me be the first to condemn you as incurably lowbrow,” he says airily, giving a dismissive wave with one hand.

“Listen, vampy, I don't have the kind of time you do to worry about appearances.” She uncurls her legs slowly from her chest to a cross-legged position instead. “Funny thing, y'know. You're gonna go on and on forever, and I've got a year left in me, tops. But we're both fighting the same fight when it comes down to it. Staring down all that freedom, trying to force it into a shape that makes sense. Make something worthwhile out of it before it’s too late.”

Astarion draws his head back and looks at her suddenly as if seeing her clearly for the first time. His fingers fidget absently with the edge of his bedroll. “Well,” he finally says quietly, “I won't give up the fight if you don't, hm?”

Her eyes brighten and she laughs. “Got yourself a deal, Fangs.”

#bg3 #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion bg3 #karlach #karlach cliffgate #karlach bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 karlach #astarion & karlach #bit shorter than my usual one-shots but i kinda like how this turned out c:#sometimes i really enjoy just bouncing different character voices off each other #starting to get more of a handle on astarion's voice i think

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