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r4gg3dy4ndy · 5 months

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bloodlust.

people keep talking about that old creepy mansion in the forest. your curiosity gets the best of you, and you decide to go check it out. (proper capitalization and grammar in the fic.) (1,818 words.)

vampire!wallace wells x gender neutral reader

trigger warning for mind control.

People will not shut up about that dumb old mansion in the forest. They keep talking about vampires and werewolves and monsters that live in it. You were supposed to go with your friends, but they bailed on you last minute. Pussies. You trek into the forest, moonlight bathing the trees in pale white light. The crunch of leaves and twigs beneath your feet is loud compared to the silence. Finally, you come across the mansion. For being in the forest for so long, it isn't too dilapitated. You push the doors open, creaking under the pressure. You sigh, looking around. It's... honestly, it's pretty damn creepy. The lights are still on, but dim, and the moment you walk in you're planted into a large foyer, with two staircases leading up to a hallway, and a balcony with even more doors. This house looks like it has like, 20,000 rooms. You shiver, shutting the door behind you. You walk further into the foyer, dusty vases on podiums next to the staircases. You walk over to the left, finding a large dining room. The lights have a strange artificial flicker effect, making them look like fire. At least, you think. The table is set, but most of it is also covered in a thick layer of dust. All of it but one place, at the head of the table. You wonder if someone still lives here. There shouldn't be, hypothetically, since you checked all of the paperwork. You could have sworn you heard a creak, but you push forth into the room connecting to the right of the dining room. There's a strange feeling in the air. You walk into a hallway, but all the doors are locked. You turn around and go back into the dining room, sitting at one of the chairs. You still can't shake the feeling of getting watched. You put your head in your hands, trying to steel yourself. Of course your friends bailed on you... You walk back into the foyer, about to go walk to the rooms on the right, when someone grabs you from behind. They hold your head still, one arm wrapped around your chest, holding your arms to you and pinning you to them.

"Hello..." Their voice sounds male, not super deep, but definitely raspy. You let out a peep, scared. "What brings you to my mansion, hm? Not many come here anymore, unless they're looking for ghosts... Is that what you are here for? Just another paranormal investigator?" You shake your head no, but then think about it. "Well, not entirely... People kept talking about this place, and I... I guess I was just curious. Not a paranormal investigator, but technically investigating. You... live here?" They chuckle. "Yes... What are people saying, hm? The rumours..." You do deep breathing to try and keep yourself from crying. Whoever this is is terrifying. "They keep saying that werewolves live here, in the forest. That vampires live in the home, ghosts that haunt the forest, the mansion, zombies, and such." You sound scared, but not too wavery. The person(?) chuckles again. "Ah, do they truly? How facinating..." They lean their head in more, laying against the crook of your neck. "You must have questions, my little investigator." "Yes. I... I do. Who... are you?" "Ah... My name is Wallace. Wallace Wells." He chuckles again, turning your head to look at him. He has short black hair, flashing a grin at you when you notice... No fucking shot. Theres no way those are real. No way. No way. Your eyes widen in shock, mouth slightly parted. He laughs again. "Ah... I almost hoped that you hadn't noticed, as sweet as your fear is." He grins at you wider, fangs looking razor sharp as they extend a bit more. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be. Stay still." His teeth press against your neck, biting your tongue as you try to steel yourself. His fangs sink deep into your neck. It didn't hurt, as you had expected. It pinched only for a moment, before fading into euphoria. You moan, eyes rolled back as you lean into him as he begins to drink. He lets out a gentle whine, looking almost as pleased as you. He pulls away after a moment, making sure not to take too much, so that you still live. His breathing is heavy as he licks up the excess from your wounds. His voice is sultry, seductive.

"Good boy... Tastes so good..." He seems almost drunk now, licking his lips and turns you towards him. He's just a tad taller than you, not enough to make a huge difference. He giggles, cupping your face. You gently reach up to run your hands through his hair. It's shockingly soft. He leans in, and you follow suit as you two begin to kiss. He's pretty damn good at it, making you whine gently as you taste just a bit of your own blood. He slips his tongue into your mouth and you accidentally cut your tongue on his fangs. He moans into your mouth at the addictive taste. After a moment, you pull away for air. "F- Fuck... That was pretty damn good." You catch your breath, looking into his eyes. "Thank you, hon... Such a good little boy." He grabs your chin again, giving you another small kiss. He looks enamoured, if not a little anxious. "Would you... like to join me for dinner?" "Sure." You take his hand, letting him lead you over to the dining room. He pulls out a chair for you, bowing politely. You laugh gently, sitting down. "I'll be back in a moment. Would you like a martini?" You shrug. "Ah, why not." A few moments pass and he comes back with food and drinks. He places one plate in front of you, along with one of the martinis. You eat and chat for a while, and you're both quite a few drinks in. Your tolerance is really low, so you're pretty damn drunk. "Hehe- thank you... sorry for intruding earlier... Do- hehe, do you wanna know something?" Your words are slurred, face a little flushed and blushy. He looks deep into your eyes as you speak, showing his interest. He's also pretty drunk, just not as drunk as you.

"Mh... What is it, sweet prey?" You giggle a bit more. "One of the main reasons I came was b- hehe, was because I wanted to see if the rumours were true, but I was also hoping that the vampires were real. I- hehe, I've always found the idea really hot... especially the uh... the thingie. I cant remember..." Your thoughts seem to slow. You blame it on the alchohol. He continues to hold eye contact. You laugh again. "Sorry I... I forgot." "Oh, it's alright, darling. Happens to the best of us." He takes another sip of his martini. After he finished his drink, he walks over to you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. He grins, showing off his fangs yet again. You keep staring into his eyes, quickly finding that you can't look away. "What's... happening...?" He just laughs. "It'll make sense. Just keep staring, pretty boy." You do. Your thoughts slip further away, as thinking itself begins feeling harder and harder. "Good boy... Let your thoughts fade... Fall into my trance, darling..." His voice is low, eyes so deep and beautiful. You whine, embarrassingly. You find yourself craving his control. It feels... nice. Not having to think for a while. Your mind is quiet, for the first time in recent memory. "You look so thoughtless, it's truly adorable. Helpless, weakened, fucking adorable." You blush, looking up at him due to the angle. You've dropped so deep into his trance that you can't quite recall what you were doing beforehand, not that you care. Being here is worth it enough. Despite his hold, your jaw begins to hang open gently, small noises coming from you.

"You dropped so quickly. You wanted this, didn't you? To become my pet? My sweet, brainwashed, thrall." He laughs again, more of a hearty chuckle. You nod. Even if you hadn't truly wanted it before, you believe that you did. He nods, pleased. "Now, I'm going to give you commands. You will obey, and want nothing less." You nod excitedly. "Kneel." His voice is stern, commanding, and it goes straight to your dick. You kneel almost immediately, looking up at him and waiting for more commands. "Stay still. Do not move." You find yourself entirely still, almost frozen. He grips your hair, nails sharp against your scalp as he makes you face forward, pressing your face into his bulge. He grins, looking down at you. You're a bit confused, but not uncomfortable. "Hmph... so pathetic, kneeling before me and just letting me do this. Fuck." He groans, grinding onto your face. He begins to unbuckle his pants, pulling down his boxers just enough to let his cock out. "Open." Your mouth near automatically hangs open, cock now painfully hard in your pants. His cock is pretty damn big, girthy and what looks like about nine inches. Your tongue lolls out, spit dripping onto the floor. He taps your tongue with the tip of his cock, and although you wouldn't normally think this, it tastes good. He begins to slide it into your mouth, the texture is... strange, but not necessarily bad. He presses into your throat, his precum tastes salty. You fucking moan as he begins to pound into your throat. "Fuck, that's tight... Mh, so warm and wet." He fucks your throat like an animal as you try not to gag. You embarrassingly drool around him, moaning. You can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, his moans becoming more frequent and loud. He uses your head like a fleshlight, moaning loudly. He's suprisingly very vocal.

"Mhn... Fuck, you wanna swallow my cum? Fuck, you know you do. Heh. Mh, fuck, that mouth is amazing." He floods your mouth with his cum and you swallow eagerly. He pulls you off him, a string of saliva and cum connecting you to his dick. You pant to catch your breath. "Th- Thank you, sir..." Wallace laughs as he wipes off his dick, putting it back into his pants. "Of course. I'll let you free of my trance now, and if you'd like, since its late and so cold, you may stay the night. It's up to you, my pretty boy." He snaps and you blink back to where you were. Your thoughts flood back into your previously quiet head. The strange taste of cum is still in your mouth. "Bleh..." You stick your tongue out, standing back up. Your knees hurt. Wallace laughs a tad, giving you a kiss. "So... you wanting to stay the night, guy?"

#wallace wells x reader #wallace wells #vampire #vampire x reader #i guess idk guys

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trohpi · 1 month

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rating regulus black ships!!

jegulus | 11/10 - i love them so much. when i rejoined the fandom in 2022 and saw how the ship had blown up in the years id been gone i was really confused, but then i read just lovers and was immediately convinced lmao. they are the epitome of sunshine x grumpy and i adore them both

bartylus | 5/10 - theyre not very compelling to me, but theyre not bad by any means. i think they work better as friends but i understand why people ship them. i just prefer other ships personally, but ive read many great fics with them too!

jegulily | 20/10 - im obsessed with them. i love regulus, james, and lily separately, but together they balance each other out. plus it helps that its a combination of my two most favorite monoamorous ships (jegulus and regulily), like whats not to like? theyre definitely a top tier ship

moonwater | 10/10 - they are so cute and so overhated! theres so much potential here, like they could be friends to lovers or enemies to lovers or rivals to lovers, basically any trope you can think of lol. and think of the angst! the drama! i love them dearly

regulily | 1000/10 - yall already know how i feel about these two! they are literal soulmates and i love them to bits. their personalities mesh so well and, this might be a controversial take, but they make more canonical sense than jegulus does imo (not that canon really matters in this fandom lmao). i could wax literal poetry about this ship i love them so much

rosewater | 6/10 - i have other ships i prefer for both of them but theyre still cute and i can see why people ship them. honestly its a similar situation to bartylus, except they intrigue me just the slightest bit more lol

regumary | 4/10 - im sorry i just cant see this ship. i can see their relationship being platonic but not romantic. i also think mary is a lesbian, which doesnt really mean much considering i also love the trans girl regulus headcanon, but most of the time when i see this ship its very cishet and just not my thing. sorry yall!

regdora | 2/10 - i just cant see this ship either. its not bad necessarily, i just see the relationship between regulus and pandora as that of a sibling relationship. no hate to people who ship them, its just not for me lol

rosestarkillerchaser | 6/10 - i understand why people ship them, its combining three popular ships (jegulus, bartylus, and rosekiller), but im sorry i just cannot see james dating barty and evan. im not hating on people who ship them and its not bad by any means (i like them more than most other ships involving evan & barty) i just dont actively ship them. ive read some good fics tho!

rosestarkiller | 5/10 - similar situation to bartylus yet again, its just not compelling to me. i think regulus works better with evan & barty as his friends rather than lovers which you can probably tell given my other ratings lol

blackeclipse | 10/10 - ooooo i love them. all the best aspects of jegulus, moonchaser, and moonwater in one, its elite. james brings the buoyancy that regulus & remus need while regulus & remus help keep him tethered. they work so well together and i love them all dearly

xenoreg | 8/10 - a crackship ive come to enjoy recently! definitely a weird x weirder kind of ship which is the best. oh to be a fly on the wall of the slytherin common room when regulus told barty, evan, and dorcas that he was dating xenophilius lestrange, ravenclaws resident conspiracy theorist (pandora, of course, would have been overjoyed to have someone to trade ideas with)

regulene | 7/10 - they intrigue me tbh, like marlenes brashness and regulus’ coldness contrast in just the right ways. theyre like fire and water and i love that. plus the potential for a quidditch rivalry is phenomenal, especially considering that they could both be the seekers for their respective teams. theyre kinda similar to dorlene imo

regulilylene | 9/10 - im gonna be honest here i think i made this ship up, but i really like their dynamic. marlene and regulus are on the opposite extremes of hot and cold and lilys right there in the middle to keep them grounded, she evens them out

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yorutsuki · 2 months

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「 ✦ Unexpected Traveler Pt. 1 ✦ 」

↳ You were once a world traveler alongside the twins—one being your lover...but that was until you had disappeared from their side not too long after their run in with the heavenly principles. So...what a coincidence would it be if a certain unexpected traveler showed up.

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You flopped onto your bed—nothing seemed better than to just be unconscious in a world of bliss and nothingness.

Earlier you had to deal with a stuck up local who commissioned you. Fortunately you were saved by the artistic consultant de Fontaine who graciously invited you for a quick tea and sandwich but it was cut short as your food and drink splattered on your outfit by a bumping local.

So here you were, splat across your mattress, staring at nothingness in contemplation of your life.

How you wished you could go back to your old life..

You started to reminiscence of your previous adventures with the blonde twins—hopping different worlds, exploring their vast lands and fighting off unique and exquisite monsters.

Your eyebrows furrow as your mind drifts to that day—the day where you lost everything, lost them—him.

You remember it so clearly, the night sky with it's stars shining down upon the world, the moon's glow cascading over the nourishing life, though..it all turned red so quickly. Fire spreading, smoke arising from every corner. The world was crumbling, you, yourself included.

You remember, you could still feel it, the way your hand slowly crumbled away into ash. You remember the horrified faces of the twins as the realization sank in. You remember the last time you saw his face as he cradled you before the only thing left was ashes and darkness.

But then..you woke up here. The burning sensation that filled your eyes from the salt, how the world around you felt light yet heavy at the same time..that was until you felt movement from yourself and another. And that's where you met Furina—well, Focalors, the God of justice and the Archon of hydro. Overall throughout your years here, the two of you had gotten close, practically family at this point.

Your time of reminiscing was interrupted with knocking from your door.

Quickly getting up you opened the door and were greeted by one of Furina's servants.

"Lady {Y/N}, Lady Furina wishes to speak to you quickly."

"HE'S HERE!?"

Your shouts bounced off the walls of the court room, Furina swore the whole city of Fontaine heard.

She shook her head. "Well, yes and no. Aether's here on Teyvat, yes, but he's not in this region." She corrected placing her head on her hand with intrugement.

"B-but he's here! Holy shit!" You cussed, both hands at the side of your head as you paced nervously. But you briefly stopped, your brows furrowing, "wait..he's here..? Where's Lumine?" You questioned.

Furina raised her brow in confusion, "His sister?" She paused, hesitating as she thought..She shook her head, "{Y/N}...She—...she isn't here, theres no records of her existence here physically, the only thing of her being is words from the traveler." She stated as her brows furrowed in sympathy.

She knew your relationships with the twins. She didn't want to be the barrier of bad news but better to say it now than let it be found later. Right?

She watched as you stood in silence before sighing. "Do you know where he is now?" You asked as she hummed in thought before nodding, "I believe he's somewhere in Sumeru, I heard there was quite a big event there."

You furrowed your brows before shaking your head, "thank you Furina, I need a bit of time to uhh figure all this out." You smiled as she nodded in understanding.

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Two weeks have passed, you haven't heard much about the Aether only a few mummers and mumbles every once in a while.

You still had hope and your were ecstatic to see him for the first time in how many years? Right..4 years.

You wondered if he changed at all or if he was still the same—like his looks, or persona. Maybe even his relationships? Would that also mean his relationship with you would've changed..? What if he didn't like you anymore—moved on, found someone else? What if-

You shook your head, not wanting to sink deeper into that abyss.

You walked along the shore of Fontaine, your brows furrowed as you tried calming your gearing mind.

"AGH! Why couldn't I have just not turn to dust!?" You complained, throwing your head back as you pressed your nails into your head in irritation but quickly let go as you heard something behind you.

"{Y/N}..?"

A/N : HAJHAJHAJHAJA I FINALLY FINISHED ANOTHER FIC 🤩

{ Next Part }

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cryptidghostgirl · 3 months

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heyhey! You said you had a request but couldn’t see it and in case it was mine here i am once again humbling asking you to feed my delusions. I am the same person who asked for the one with the fake dating trope and the one where reader spawns into the lobby :))

But i am here now going for a more angsty route! >:) Granted, this is more of an OC x Alastor but im describing it more generic for the populace BUT HERE GOES

right before “Cover me” reader kept silently glancing over at Alastor which was on the dance floor, subconsciously making him approach her. He goes of course they have a (Important for later) conversation like “I havent seen you around here. Are you new around town?” “Just moved in actually~” “Well, Id love to give you a tour someday, the names Alastor” and he kisses her hand “Ah a charmer, ill have to be careful around you” (OR A MORE ELEGANT CONVERSATION THEN THAT I SUCK AT DIALOGUE) then theres the knife and gun scene and the team up

And then they get together after about a year or two and I dont wanna say theyre legally married but eventually use wife and husband terms because its more fancy and gives them more respect in eyes of others but they have been together for around 5 years at this point.

but then the events of 1925 happen where readers twin brother dies because some bastards set fire to his house and Reader has an argument with Alastor before eventually going alone to avenge her brother (theyre like “theres too many, youll die” “so be it!”)

Reader kills them all (duh) but because it was January and extremely cold she eventually gets hypothermia and during the delusions it gives she stumbles and gets impaled on an abandoned rusty fence spike and dies :3

Alastor find her and gives her a proper burial and 8 years later in 1933 while visiting readers grave he gets shot canonically

But these 8 years gave reader enoigh time in hell to establish her own dominance and due to the life she lived and the death of hypothermia- she gets turned into a sort of blizzard demon. Around 180 cm with black limbs, white fluffy hair and fluffy ears and a white tail as a sinner form and for the demon form im thinking of the faceless Room Guardians by Anyaboz on Instagram (incredible artist btw) with ice powers like summoning weapons and ice spikes and ice touches and moving freely (like Kindred’s wolf in League) in her blizzard. Taking over half the pentagram like this-

Until 1933 when Alastor pops up in hell, does his demon business and eventually wants to check out these frozen parts and goes into a bar very similar to the one they met and sees reader at the table and then THEY HAVE THE EXACT SAME CONVERSATION THEY HAD WHEN THEY FIRST MET (maybe with the knife and gun scene too hehe) and theyre both like “i forgive you” or smth idk maybe they just have a silent agreement- either way.

After they met the blizzard stops and no one knows why or who did it :>, readers identity as the blizzard demon remaining a secret

BTW I LOVE YOU FOR MAKING MY DREAMS COME TRUE- if you want more i have a ton of ideas because brain rot- (also lil side note i kind of imagine reader as albino because it would fit my ocs lore a bit more- but keeping it basic would fit everyones ideas of their own reader so! do what you please you already made my day better by reading my ideas come to life :3))

yes!! i did see yours and it is currently in third place for requests i need to fill so ill probably get it done by this weekend, early next week at the latest. it’s just taking me a bit because i’m in midterms rn and also i want to make sure i get in all the details :) i think it might’ve been a request for alastor’s mom reader x lucifer?? i recall getting one about that but can’t seem to find it anywhere. long story short,, your request is in progress and i will post it as soon as i have the time to finish it up :)

UPDATE: This piece has officially been posted as of Friday February 23rd, 2024.

Frostbite (Alastor x Reader)

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor the radio demon #fic writer #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #request things #request one shot #asks #answered asks

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bluegalaxygirl · 4 months

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Celestial Wedding (ZoLu X Reader) P10

Plot: Reader gets taken as revenge for Luffy and Zoro's defiance against the Celestial Dragons, they were just going to kill her to make an example but now theres a wedding????.

Warning: Bad language, Violence, blood, kidnapping, forced marriage and salivary.

Thank you to @herwritingartcowboy for the suggestion. Reader is Female and a gunslinger, Zoro X Luffy X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

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You started to get more nervous since you've been running for a while and there didn't seem to be anyone around, you know Perona and Mihawk are good at fighting but there wasn't even any body's around now. Luffy and Zoro suddenly stop in their tracks turning to face something you can't sense "Get back" The two yell at you as Usopp fires a smoke bomb between two buildings. Skidding to a halt along with the girls and chopper a round figure jumps out of the smoke bringing his large axe down on the three boys. "Oh no it Sentomaru" Rin gasps grabbing your arm in fear knowing what always follows that man, taking her hand you run with them over to a building and make them sit down as Chopper joins you wanting to protect you and the eight girls. The three boys jump out of the way avoiding the axe only for a blast of light to head their way, Usopp jumps out of the way just in time before firing an exploding star at a large Pacifista that fired the blast, Its mouth closes as its hand swings through the smoke showing no damage from the snipers attack. "Not only did you take one slave but now you've taken eight more, i order you to hand them over, now!" Sentomaru points at Luffy who growls at him before running forward and throwing punches "Their not slaves" The captain yells as the chubby man dodges the punches before slamming Luffy in the chest with his open palm sending the captain rolling back and skidding along the floor. Usopp fires another exploding star at Sentomaru before running over to help Luffy up and fight the man.

As other Pacifista's arrive Zoro dodges their blasts and cuts their legs and arms before going for the head, but they didn't seem to stop coming. They would rise up from behind houses or just appear out of nowhere trying to blast the three men. Not wanting to sit around you stand up and turn to the girls prying Rin's arm off yours "Stay here and stay hidden, I'll be back" you send them a reassuring smile but Chopper grabs your hand trying to pull you back down "I'll go help, you stay here" The Doctor tries to stop you but you place a hand on his head while holding the gun in your other hand "I know how to take the Pacifista's out. Please stay here and keep them safe" You smile at the reindeer who sighs before nodding knowing there's no stopping you plus just like Usopp your a good shot. Opening its mouth the Pacifista fire's its beam at the swordsman who easily dodges and slices one of robots in two with one swift swing, landing on the floor he pants while putting the third swords in his mouth but a robot behind him starts getting ready to fire. Zoro turns and is ready to block when a gun shot goes off, the bullet hitting the Pacifista in the mouth, it didn't do much damage but it plugged up the hole making its head shakes as the pressure builds up until its head explode. The swordsman turns with a smile seeing you smiling back at him before firing at another one managing to do the same thing, Zoro runs to your sliding and cutting through a robots leg that got too close for his liking, the two of you working together to take out was many as you can, fighting side by side just have you like it.

The fight was dragging on longer than you wanted and with your dress being so long you could hardly move without stepping on it. After firing another shot you growl to yourself before turning to see Zoro land just after cutting a Pacifista's head off and flicking his sword to get a piece of oil off it "Zo, cut this for me will you" You yell out holding up some of your long dress, without hesitation the Swordsman swings slicing threw the pink fabric of your skirt before going back to fighting. After firing another shot it gives you enough time to grab the cut part of your dress and rip the fabric off up to your knees, your legs and feet where covered in bruises and cuts making you stop for a second. Those weren't there this morning or when you got dressed, with the adrenaline running through your veins it made it easy not to feel the pain or weakness in your legs but as you look down at them you can't help shake a little. The sight of you black and blue skin with red cuts caused your body to freeze up, flashes of how you got them came back to you, memories that you wish you could forget. Luffy punches Sentomaru in the face as the heavy man tries to swing his axe again at Usopp who rolls out of the way and ties to fire another shot only for Luffy to yell as he punches the chubby man again this time hitting him in the stomach but to both their surprise it didn't seem to do anything. Sentomaru swings his axe down trying to cut the captains head off but Luffy ducks and kicks up hitting the guy under his chin and sending him stumbling back a bit.

Usopp fires an exploding star aiming for the man, but he dodges and bring his axe down on the sniper it only being blocked by Luffy and his hardened arms trying to protect his friend, Sentomaru pulls his hand back and opens his palm using Haki to hit the straw hat in the stomach sending the Captain and the sniper into a wall. Usopp pants as he tries to sit up and push Luffy off him but stops when seeing the chubby man turning to walk over to where you and Zoro are. "Hay" The sniper yells as Luffy sits up and rubs his head now noticing Sentomaru who sighs ignoring the two his eyes fixed on your frozen figure after ripping the lower part of your dress off. His job is to get you back to the celestial dragons, killing the straw hats is an added bonus. "Get away from her" Luffy yells anger boiling through his vines while pushing himself out the rubble and running over to the chubby man. Sentomaru turns in anger but his eyes widen in surprise when the Captain turns his gear 2 on and pulls back both of his hands "GUM, GUM, Bazooka" Luffy yells making a direct hit on Sentomaru's stomach with his burns hot red palms, sending the man flying into one of the Pacifista's chests, the robot's chest caves in from the force making it tip back losing its balance and crashing to the floor. Snapping out of your shock by a loud crash your eyes travel up to see one of the robots stumble from the ground shaking next to it and fall into another one that tips over as well causing a Domino affect.

Zoro looks behind him to see a very pissed off Luffy before noticing that your not moving, the swordsman puts one of his swords away as he runs to you and grabs you around the waist. A gasp of shock and pain leaves your lips as Zoro runs and jumps to get out of the way only stopping when your both far enough away from the falling and exploding robots that makes the ground under them crack and cave in. Holding back a groan of pain you push on Zoro's arm thats around your waist, feeling the swordsman's hand gripping a sore spot but you didn't blame him, you didn't know it was a sore spot until he touched it so how was he supposed to know. "Zo-ro" You whimper a bit trying to push his hand off your waist after he didn't let you go. "Sorry, you ok? Did i hurt you?" Zoro asks in a panic while putting you down slowly and gently unwrapping his hand from your waist before looking for any sighs of blood. Sitting up you place a hand on his shoulder and give the swordsman a smile "I'm ok, don't worry... thanks for the save" Leaning up you place a kiss on his cheek seeming to make him relax a bit until his eyes travel down to your beaten up legs. Understanding his shock you cup his face to make him look at you, the worried and angry look on his face makes your smile drop but you run your thumbs over his cheeks "I'm fine for now, it doesn't hurt" you try and reassure but it didn't seem to work as his hand lightly rubs over your leg feeling how cold they are along with the cuts and bumps that litter your skin.

Luffy runs over to you two as Usopp manages to get out of the rubble while rubbing his head "That was close, sorry about that" The captain laughs rubbing the back of his head managing to pry Zoro's eyes away form you to make sure his captain is ok. "Thank's for the save Captain" You smile at Luffy before going to grab the gun but stop noticing it's not with you anymore, you must have dropped it when you were either in shock or Zoro grabbed you. Choppers yell and the girls screams gets your attention looking over to see a Pacifista standing up and turning to where you left the girls, its mouth opening getting ready to fire, "No" You yell out trying to get up only to fall back onto you knees due to the pain in your thigh, Zoro and Luffy rush to their aid as quickly as they can watching as Chopper uses Human point making his top half big and muscular while his lower half is much thinner in order to protect the cowering girls behind him. The Pacifista fires as Luffy and Zoro yell out the doctors name only for a person to jump in front of Chopper "Barrier" A familiar voice calls as a large Blue barrier forms in front of him stopping the blast form hurting anyone, breathing a sigh of relief you relax a little and place your hand over your bandaged thigh knowing the girls are safe. Zoro and Luffy come to a stop almost in shock upon seeing the green spiky haired man with spiky teeth smiling at them while his fingers are crossed. "Rooster" Luffy smiles waving his hand at Bartolomeo whose eyes sparkle and shine while tears fall down his face happy that the Captain noticed him.

You can't help but let out a small laugh knowing how big of a fan the rooster is of the straw hat crew, especially your captain but upon hearing hooves galloping up behind, you turn only catching a glimpse of something fast and white run past you. Your hair flows and light dust hits your face as it runs past, its speed making the wind blow around you causing you to cough a little, once your vision is clear you look over to see a man with blonde hair, a white hat with a long, large blue feather attached and a white coat draped over his shoulders. "How dare you try and steal my show" Cavendish yells out in anger standing up on his white horse before jumping up pulling out his rapier and cutting through the Pacifista before pushing off it and bringing his sword down on another that tried to get up. Zoro groans rolling his eyes seeing Cavendish flips off the robots chest and land dramatically swishes his hair and posing as both Pacifista's explode. "Miss Y/N, Mister Luffy, Mister Zoro, Mister Usopp and Mister Chopper its so good to see you again" Bartolomeo calls out running over to Luffy and Zoro with stars in his eyes as he slightly tears up. With a smile you stand up and walk over to your boys. "Thanks for helping out" Luffy smiles at the rooster man who falls to his knees crying at being thanked by the straw hat. Zoro steps closer to you and goes to put his hand around your waist but stops himself not wanting to hurt you again. Luffy turns with a smile only for it to drop at seeing your legs and tired face, with the adrenaline wearing off the drugs in your system where starting to take effect again.

As Chopper and the girls walk over most of them looking confused at the still crying Bartolomeo, Cavendish takes walks over and bows at the lady's "Don't worry my lady's, your safe now" The blonde man smiles holding out a rose to Sakura who blushes deeply. Usopp sighs standing next to the now short and tired looking Chopper placing a hand on his head "How about you sit on my shoulders the rest of the way, we need you rested" The sniper smiles earning a nod from the doctor, Usopp picks the reindeer up and placed him on his shoulders before turning to look at Cavendish flirting with the girls. Noticing Luffy's eyes wonder over your legs you let out a small sigh and take his hand "We should get going" you smile hoping to get back to the sunny, the Captain nods and leans up placing a kiss on your cheek squeezing your hand as you all start to walk "Miss Y/N, are you ok, do you need me to carry you?" Bartolomeo runs up to you only for Zoro to get in between you and the rooster man making him pout a bit "Oh no i'm ok, i can still walk and thank you for the help, you didn't have to come" You smile at him earning another starry eyed look, "Y/N darling your knight in shimming armor will always be there to save you" Cavendish smiles walking up behind you and holding out a rose to you but with a flick of Zoro's sword the head of the rose falls to the floor "Back off pal" The swordsman growls, Luffy notices and laughs a little seeing his first mate a little pissed off before wrapping an arm around your waist.

You jump a little and take Luffy's hand moving it down your waist a bit "Sorry, its sore there" You sigh noticing the worried look on Luffy's face, but he nods at you keeping his hand where you put it holding your hip lightly as you all walk a little faster. Cavendish glares at the swordsman before clearing his throat and grabbing his horses rains "At least hope on Farul, you must be tried" The offer was temping but you shake your head before giving him a smile "As much as i like that offer i think the girls need it more... i hope you can protect them for me... I'm sure they and others will be very grateful and the news wouldn't miss the chance to talk about how great you were helping them" You smile at the blonde man who bows to you before stopping and helping three of the girls onto the horse. You know he wouldn't like it if you just said no so you knew you had to add things onto it, getting to the golden gates you can't help but smile at seeing the large vinous fly traps knowing it was usopp who did this "Nice Job Usopp" you smile at the sniper who smiles wide at you and placing his hands on his hips "The great Usopp never lets anyone down" You can't help but let out a little giggle as Bartolomeo runs over to Usopp starting to praise the Sniper who seems to grow more and more confident. "Don't boost his ego" Zoro groans to himself as Luffy laughs with a large smile pulling you a little closer to him as you wrap your arm around Zoro's "Would you rather him gush over you?" You ask earning a glare from the swordsman and a slight growl but you keep your smile and rub his arm.

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mysterious-gizem · 5 months

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𝚂𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍

Part 1:

〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️

Giant’s

For years giants hid from the human race, a small yet brutal and chaotic species. Until eventually the giant race grew to realize they could overthrow the human's easily, human's were cocky, they couldn't accept that they weren't top of the food chain anymore.

Oh, that was their first mistake.

The giant's only requested equality.

Yet, human's waged a war against beings that were stronger, faster, and ofcourse, bigger.

And that was the second mistake, upon many more they would make.

Giant’s prevailed, ofcourse. This time the human's were the ones hiding, small human civilizations stayed strong, deciding to fight back against the giant's. The giant's respected the effort and proposed a peace treaty.

Most of humanity instantly agreed, a few were stubborn and believed that if humans were on top before, they could do it again.

~◇~

"So you're seriously not gonna eat us?" The brunette hesitantly asked the giant, the giant was just rather relieved that both the humans weren't crying or defensively screaming at him like a few minutes ago.

"L-Look, they forcefeed me human's here, just so they can get rid of other humans they find...inadequate." The taller sighed, "Honestly, it's a miracle they didn't make me eat you." The way the giant said it so casually set some unease upon the two men.

"W-Well I'm Dream, what about you guys?"

Small talk, okay, this might help out our situation.

"I'm George, this is Sapnap." George said whilst addressing to the raven haired male, who was holding him in a protective matter. Sapnap seemed to ease up easily to Dream, George was still rather hesitant yet he considered his situation at the moment and theres really no reason the giant should be nice to them.

"It's nice having company..." Dream blurted out, Sapnap stared up to be met with those unruly bright green eyes, it being the only feature they can get from the other with dim lighting; Sapnap coughed, "How long have you been...down here?"

Silence, it wasn't fairly long, but it was eerie nonetheless.

"Maybe a few months? I don't know, they gave me a clock but it was too small for me to read so they took it away." The giant explained solemnly. "Best if you get comfy, until you guys can escape, it's not safe." Both humans quietly listened as they began to tiredly spur out ideas on how they could possibly escape.

Hour's have passed, both human's falling comfortably asleep side by side eachother, Dream looked down on them, uncomfortably shifting ever so often; afraid of crushing them on accident, the area was too small, if he kneeled his head would already be pushing up on the ceiling. With two other people to worry about he felt even more cramped.

~◇~

George stirred awake, groaning at the pain that his entire body was currently recieving, the brunette realized Sapnap wasn't near him; his senses became more clear, recognizing a few familiar chattering voices.

"-And suddenly, BAM! George shot an arrow through the zombies head, it was so cool since the forest was on fire and he could still hit the zombie even with his bulky weird goggles." Sapnap giggled.

"What!?"

Dream and Sapnap snapped their attention to the now annoyed brunette, "My goggles aren't weird! They help keep the sun from hurting my eyes when I'm trying to shoot something." He huffed. A raspy chuckle came from the giant as he watched the two humans, it's the most entertaining thing he's seen in a while.

As the raven haired man and brunette bickered a loud rumble interrupted them which caught them off gaurd. They both stared at Dream, who was embarrassed, the giant was avoiding their gaze. "Sorry..." He mumbled. "Do they really not feed you daily?" Sapnap grumbled.

"No- but I've gotten used to not eating for while."

It's been a long, long while...

"They basically took everything off of us besides clothes..." George announced while patting down his pockets. "Look I think we need to keep thinking of a way on how to get you two outta here." Dream said while biting down his lower lip anxiously.

"Sapnap said we could try luring the gaurds in a rushing out, but what about you?" The brunette asked the giant, "I'll be fine we just need to get you guys out." George nodded, not wanting to pry on why he was so persistent of getting them to leave.

Sapnap interjected, "Actually I was thinking about it, that Quackity guys probably thinks were dead. If were the one's making a commotion the gaurds might just inform duck man instead." Dream listened carefully to the human's conversation. "How do we even know if the gaurds can hear us?" The brunette asked, "For all we know this room is sound proof."

The brunette turned to Dream, "What can you tell us about this place?" Startled by the sudden question; Dream thought for a moment. "I-I don't know much, Sir comes visit once a month, and he observes me whenever he makes me eat someone..." Dream mumbled, feeling guilty he couldn't provide more insight.

"Okay...we need more time to figure out a plan..."

Time...

Dream suddenly grew more worrisome, while George and Sapnap were oblivious to it; Dream figeted with his fingers, he silently thought of his own plan on how he could get his new friends out of this gruesome, cruel place.

Plip...

Plop...

Plip...

Plop...

Water

George speculated the liquid that dripped on him, suddenly gaining an idea.

"Dream, do you know what's above you? We're obviously underground but what's above the ceiling." The giant thinks for a moment, "I-I think it's like a lake maybe, or perhaps a waterhole?"

"Hey Dream is it alright if we climb up your knee so we can take a look at the ceiling?" The giant nodded as he positioned himself properly. George grabbed the fabric of the giant's jeans as he began to climb, Sapnap following suit.

George began to press his hands against the dirt ceiling, some small rocks and pebbles were practically the only thing that was holding it together; plus the tension aswell ofcourse. "Hey Sap do you think Dream could break through this?" Hearing his name Dream snapped his attention towards the two men.

"Hell yeah, Dream's definitely strong enough to break through that." George pondered for a moment, "So Dream have you ever tried breaking the ceiling." "No- didn't wanna risk anything, they already barely feed me. I don't know what's really up there, the lake might be surrounded by gaurds for all I know."

"Well we gotta try right? You've been here for months! Probably already developed scoliosis." The brunette explained, "Me and George can hold onto your clothes or something while you push the ground upward."

"Sure? L-Like now?" Dream asked as he shifted uncomfortably. "Better now then never right?" Sapnap snickered as he clung himself on Dream's shoulder while George clung on the other. Dream took a deep breath before positioning his arms.

He grit his teeth as his muscles tensed, the ceiling slowly giving out. Dream panicked as he thought the room was going to cave in, with a rush of adrenaline he gave punch upwards and he hauled himself up, the water dropping down into the room below making the area shake. They were all soaked and it was around mid-day the sunlight burned their eyes yet Dream picked himself up and ran.

George and Sapnap were still tightly clinging onto the man, the giant being kind enough to make sure they didn't fall aswell. Once they reached deep into a spruce forest the giants knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

Sapnap and George both climbed down, fixing themselves at the same time. The two cheered as they turned around to congratulate the giant.

The human's eyes widened in shock and amazement, this was the first time they both got an actual look at the giant before them.

Dream had dirty, unkept hair, George wasn't too sure if it was blond or brown. The bright green eyes that illuminated were now looking a more natural forest green, his clothes were ripped and dirty, overall the giant looked like a wreck.

"Yo man, you alright?" Sapnap tilted his head as he watched the blond raise his head.

The giant bared his teeth, "I-I gotta go."

The two males watched as the giant stood up and fled, both looking at eachother with a worried gaze, pursing they lips and hoped they would meet the giant once again.

As fate would have it, they would.

It was inevitable.

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Yoo, I finally got an idea for part 2, Sheena helped me a lot TwT. I got a bit lazy at the end(sorry lmao)

@random-shit-writing

(Honestly, idk if you still wanted to be tagged)

#giant!dream #tiny!sapnap #tiny!george #g/t writing #dsmp g/t #tiny!quackity #but he's kinda only mentioned #giant/tiny #g/t #gt #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #idk what other tags to add

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shoezuki · 1 month

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Dya have any more headcanons for sampard?

Maybe ideas on how they fell for one another. Would you see it as an X fell first but Y fell harder or a flirting for fun but realising you've caught feelings?

Or have ya got an entirely different view on it! :D Oooooo. Do you perhaps have a timeline for how they traverse the "enemies" to friends to lovers stages.

Can you tell I love all your ideas and headcanons T-T

thankyou anon i am ghglg. im in love w u now. yes i have Many Ideas bout these two bastards like i have so many thoughts you cannot believe. like i have a post drafted where i write hcs when im bored and headin to class lkshglhg. heres some hcs

sampo falls in love first. very, very early in when he is new to the planet and is just drawing the attention of the silvermanes. It's not exactly some 'love at first sight' thing its more like the first time gep almost catches him sampo thinks 'oh he's cute' and a few times after that he's like 'wait im enjoying this. a lot.' and its downhill from there

whether sampo Realizes it is another thing tho. i can see him just enjoying the attention and thrill of evading the silvermanes and not realizing his disappointment when gepard isnt there is cuz hes infatuated w gepard.

but he Would realize it. at some point itd hit him like. why he enjoys the chase so much n lets himself Almost get caught. why hes memorized gep's schedule and where he patrols the most. and it hits him n hes like 'oh fuck. what the fuck. holy shit.... well anyways.'

(probably freaks out to seele over drinks but he's too incomprehensible through his tears n she has no clue what hes whining about)

Sampo flirts and teases gepard unabashedly, kisses grenades before throwing them into gep's arms, saying 'woah youre so strong geppie' while gep punches the wall behind him narrowly missing his face, leaves notes with lipstick marks on em at crime scenes, all that stuff.

but for sampo. it isnt supposed to actually Go anywhere. he knows he likes gepard more than he should and its kinda just to scratch that itch in his heart yknow.

sampo very much thinks that. gepard is the captain of the silvermanes, a wellknown and noble person in belobog, and sampo's a slimy secretive conman that just enjoys pushing the captains buttons. theres no hope for anything more so he might as well enjoy flustering the captain right?

gepard on the other hand. doesnt allow himself to really think of sampo as anything else but a criminal. it takes a long Long time for him to realize he even feels anythin for him

gepard does look forward to trying to bust sampo, though, in a sort of frustrated way. sometimes the front lines or patrols are so monotonous and sampo's tendency to appear whenever gep's bored out of his mind is impressive

he is insistant on arresting sampo and 'bringing him to justice' to an obsessive degree, though. he's not even typically assigned to investigating criminal cases but he has basically inserted himself into bein the lead investigator of any sampo related case now

(intelligence officers and detectives and other silvermane's are so used to it now. they could be investigating a house fire or a break in, find a note with lipstick marks on it and curly writing, and they all just sigh and call gepard.)

sometimes other worry that his insistence on arresting sampo and how dedicated to it is concerning. they ask why he hates sampo so much n he just says 'hes the most prolific criminal in belobog and needs to be apprehended'

(he cant say he hates him, though. for some reason. he cant figure out why he thinks about sampo so much. he just figures its to arrest him)

gep finds himself starting to relax when sampo sends him on wild goose chases n they both leave other guards in the dust. its probably not intentional, how sampo always seems to draw him away to somewhere quiet and secluded when his head is killing him or he's stressed or exhausted.

(its intentional)

sampo falls first, but gepard is absolutely the one who initiates.

i imagine it'd take... something for gepard to reconsider sampo and let himself think about sampo outside of his criminal record

during a chase out in the snow plains, just sampo laughing and taunting him as gep tries to hunt him down, they get bombarded by fragmentum monsters

sampo holds his own; he fights with a sort of viciousness gep has never seen from him. his bombs arent just smoke, but powerful explosives that shatter fragmentum. he's insanely fast and doesnt even break a sweat. but as soon as theyre all dead he pretends he's exhausted and that gep needs to carry him back to the city before giggling and vanishing.

gepard realizes that this whole time sampo has been holding back. he realizes that sampo could easily cut through the silvermanes, use his lethal bombs or easily outpace gepard and outrun him.

he starts thinking about other things sampo does; how natasha mentions he delivers medicine to him, how lynx sometimes talks about finding supplies and food in hidden ruins and obvious places around her camp, or the notes sampo leaves and how they sometimes give hidden hints about other criminal operations the silvermanes have been tryin to investigate.

he doesnt know what to make of it, what sampo wants or why he's doing this. the next time sampo sends him running through abandoned streets in belobog he slows down, realizes that sampo also slows to his pace so gepard keeps chasing him.

gepard asks point blank at some point, what in the hell sampo wants from him, why he's doing this. sampo doesnt know how to answer. just shrugs and says hes just trying to have some fun.

from then on gepard and sampo's 'chases' tend to... dissolve. sometimes gepard just sits down and takes a moment to forget about being the captain, to relax. Sampo acts like a skittish, stray cat who's ready to bolt until he eventually relaxes as sits by gepard too.

gepard collects all sampo's notes, all the fragments of his bombs with the hearts painted on metal shells, and keeps them as 'evidence' in his desk.

sampo pushes his luck constantly; as soon as gepard relaxes or gives him any room to get closer, he takes and takes as much as he can get.

gepard catches sampo, entirely on accident, when he's off duty. climbing out of a window or something. and sampo freezes but gepard just says 'hey i'm not working now, i can't arrest you.'

(they both know it's a lie. being out of uniform never stopped gepard before.)

sampo starts just appearing more and more around gepard when he's off duty, showing up walking alongside him like he's been there the whole time, or just 'passing by' when gep is in the florist's shop.

gepard leaves his window open. sampo takes the invitation and crawls in and strange hours when gepard cant sleep. he just sits on the couch or a chair or stands there like he is a foreign intruder. gepard just nods and makes him some tea.

when it would hit gepard, that he's in love with sampo and has been for a while, he'd just blurt it out. 'huh. i think ive fallen in love with you'. and sampo would erupt into flames and kiss him so hard his lips bruise

#sampard #in the bones #anon #do i tag this as other things. sure whatever #honkai star rail #when it comes to ships i usually dig a like. casual undefined relationship #where two people know they care and love each other and just fall into it #like no need for anouncing their feelings or asking to be partners #but i think w these two. gepard would absolutely need to say how he feels #like. sampo fell HARD and so deeply. but doesnt think he can ever have gep #this got very rambly and incomprehensible lahflskhg i have Thoughts

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classpectpokerap · 3 months

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How do you feel about the portrayal of plurality in Homestuck? Because it’s not good.

Cherubs are “supposed” to predominate over their other personality. With Calliope being portrayed as naive for trying to co exist.

Horuss is mocked for being a system. But I’d say it was a king fun of people who pretend to be mentally Ill on social media for clicks.

Then their are the sprites

okay so

i guess we're doing this

HOMESTUCK AND PLURALITY: A PRIMER

BECAUSE JESUS CHRIST THERES SO MUCH

SO SO SO MUCH

okay. so

homestuck is one of the best pieces of media of all time for plurality and i fuckin mean it. no shot do not pass go i have NEVER seen anything that is more built from the ground up to Support plural reads. like, to the point where it feels impossible to read homestuck without it.

as a work dealing with two huge primary themes of a) finding yourself/identity/growing up, and b) ideas coming to life, plurality is pretty much the Perfect intersection between the two of them. like.

take rose for example.

rose is plural and it's great.

when the doomed timeline evaporates, future dream rose does not actually "cease to exist." she ceases to exist as her own person -- her memories, experiences, personality, thoughts (or, as shorthand, her selfstuff) all flows back into rose prime. and that experience is just something rose has to roll with. one becomes two -- that other rose is still in her mind.

jade's plural and it's great.

when her dream self awakens as jadesprite, jade has a horrific argument with her. if you're plural i'm sure you understand. fighting with an age-regressed version of you, stuck in a traumatic past, who WONT FUCKING LISTEN -- we've all . been there.

she has involuntary barks, she can't stop seeing images of fire, she wants to go back to nonexistence but she doesnt want to die and it's torture,

and then in cascade, jade fuses with her.

dream jade is still in there. that part of her she has to grapple with is still real. her dog who she loves is in there, too -- but, yknow. woof

then grimbark gets forcefully introjected into her. i've seen a few fics play with the idea that the grimbark personality is still residually there (read ygtpoasu), but it's not a huge thing that's explored in the text. more backgrounded. but still! her crisis of identity is in there.

wanna know what's NOT backgrounded

tavros's plurality is like, a pretty big factor in his character!!!! it's one of the bigger points vriska uses to bully him with (because she's projecting because she's projecting because she's projecting, because she's also plural and kins mindfang), it's like. a big thing that he has to cope with and figure out.

kanaya suggested tavros treat his self-confidence as his own brain guy, like, completely sincerely. she genuinely thought it would help, and it sorta did!!!!!

and like

it is FAR from the only positive example of plurality in the comic.

like. look at sollux and aradia defending "alternate reality copies" of characters -- which can be pretty easily extrapolated to them talking about fictives

like. !!!!

i dunno, man. i think that homestuck is a DEEPLY plural story. you should read mtm and kgtac for more exploration of these themes. read detective pony too while you're at it. like.

i havent even TOUCHED on horuss or dirk or karkat here because there is just so much. there's so much! like ultselves. oh my god i completely neglected to talk about ultselves or cherubs or --

augh

but anyway here's The Screenshots from mtm

homestuck is, like, the single most fictive compatible fictional work i've ever read.

"oh im being sent to another universe as a brain ghost? that happened to my buddy dirk"

"oh im one of many incarnations of myself, and perhaps not even the most 'canon compliant' one? haha dream bubbles moment"

"ive been isekai'd into another world? lol sburb"

it. yeah. god. i could literally talk about this all day. but instead im gonna direct you to my ao3.

check out no metaphors and then scroll through the "multiplicity/plurality" tag on my page

and if youve got more specific stuff, send in another ask!

#hs meta #homestuck #plurality #etch asks #tavros nitram

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Because I missed the rewatch for the beginning of season 3, im dropping my live reactions below for the first two episodes. Season 3 is my favorite season so very excited we're here for the rewatch. This is the season I started watching live but I don't think I caught up until like 3x06.

3x01, The Big Chill:

I really love the cut from Owen's "and we never give up ... Until hell freezes over" to the blizzard like 7 months later.

I feel like we start with the turtle people too early. The amount of screen time that passes between them discovering the kid under the ice to when TNT gets there feels waaaaaaay too long. One of the more clunky pacing issues for me.

I don't love the Paragon Blue on any of TNT 😭

The camera work on the Paragon boss saying "this company's mission is to not only provide elite care but quality comfort" as he walks in front of the mission statement on the wall is top tier. That's comedy

Ahhh I never noticed Nancy using a ginger beer substitute for TK 🥺🥺🥺 best friends

I wonder how many 126 hangs they've done since the break up. Or is this one the first one?

The LACK of PAINT on Judd's PAINTBRUSH is so funny

Just noticed: Marjan's insta handle is @ *FIRE*FOXX*

Haha I love natacha's line reading of "where it just ... Started snowing?!"

Really do love the parallel of Carlos arresting marjan like he arrested michelle

"it's important to know when a thing is over" BUT I KNOW YOU'RE DYING INSIDE

I remember being so excited for Julie Benz when she showed up in this show. But I hate what they do with her later in the season. She doesn't really give off stalker vibes in these episodes. I am very tickled by the fact that Julie Benz, Gina Torres, and later Amy Acker are all in this show. Just needed them to all share a scene for a true Angel reunion.

Love TNT briefly running into Mateo on the ice beheading scene. Their little waves to each other and the "good to see you too" is so sweet and sad

Marjan tells Billy that #firefoxx is back up to 7 million followers. What does this mean? Does she mean her Instagram followers? Why is it "back up" to that number? Why did it go down? I know theres probably a way to follow a hash tag on certain sites but shes exclusively always talking about insta. Can you do that there?

Packing ice dude's wound with snow is unsanitary, no?

Once again I am asking Lone Star to stack the bench of the 911 call center. I need to get to know more of them than just grace!!!

These veterans laughing at Carlos are so in the right. Lol sorry Carlos but lower your fucking gun please!!

"we get snow days now?" 😭😭😭😭

I love seeing Carlos going from call to call and helping people where he can

Grace drinks chamomile 😍😍😍

Making coffee with twigs??

Lol at Nancy using the almost ice decapitated man to dig for information about the Tarlos break up 😭😭😭

GOD CARLOS AND TK INTERACTING IS SO AWKWARD get me out of this hell!!!!!!!!!

I'm torn between hating the break up and knowing there's so much good fic out there that covers the break up better than the show did!!

It is really cool to see multiple firehouses coming together to help with the collapsed roof.

Judd watching Frozen in preparation for having a daughter when Charlie is still a few years away from even retaining Frozen 😭😭😭😭

The last time TK sees Carlos before he becomes a Popsicle is Carlos rushing out of the furniture store, off to an emergency Carlos barely explains. Idk why thats a matter of note but he must have been like, what the hell was that all about. and then 🥶

Paul getting buried was such a gnarly moment

For real though, we don't even make it back to the turtle people in the first episode?????? Idk, i feel like the build up to that rescue isn't necessary. It's too long of one.

3x02: Thin Ice

starting on the kid in episode 2 starts the build up over so seeing the turtle people first feels even more unnecessary.

I don't know fire fighter protocol but would it actually be okay for Mateo to stay behind at the roof collapse and not go with his house when they are called elsewhere?

I think what also makes the boy ice rescue feel so long and so unrealistic is that the close of the cold open ends with the turtle crawling over the boys face. The next time we get back to that rescue, grace picks up the 911 call from the woman who has already gone a whole block away to call from a landline. There's a disconnect in the scenes here. With the couples discovery of the boy being the first scene of the previous episode, it's unclear how much time has passed since the boy went under. She tells grace it's been at least 5 minutes since they showed up on the scene but since they split up the scenes of the boy going under and the couple showing up there's a lapse in urgency. I think this would have worked so much better if they just cut the discovery of the boy from episode 1 and just put it in 3x02 in chronological order of events. And then it cuts to TNT arriving but theres no indication of how much more time has passed. It's really kinda annoying. As an audience member all I can think about is the boy being underwater and the show taking their sweet ass time to get around to this rescue.

Every time TK says "I was a fire fighter in New York" all I hear is Britta's "I lived in New York" throughout the run of Community. 😭😭

Gahhhh and we don't even go back right back to that rescue after commercial break. Sorry ya'll I never realized how much this pacing bothers me until I decided I was gonna live blog this.

These episodes are such great Paul episodes. I feel like that gets kinda lost in all the Tarlos drama.

This girl Lindsey has such low self esteem. Her and Paul's interactions throughout this episode is such a wonderful little story of finding confidence. They should bring her back at some point so we can see her thriving!!

For once can we see TK do a cool rescue where he doesn't end up mortally injured??

It bugs me that none of these people are wearing hats or scarves or anything

I saw someone else say this on here and I apologize for forgetting who it was but it is kinda weird that these paramedics don't get TK to perform any warming techniques after that dip into the water though I suppose they all three are more concerned about the boy, which is understandable. Still ... Kinda weird to not be able to multi task as medical first responders

And still no reaction from TK's "I can relate" comment. Hes literally sitting there shaking!!! Lol

Ok like I know there are stories of people surviving drownings even though they were under for awhile. It's just the pace of this rescue stretches it out soooooo long that it seems unrealistic especially with how the kid just wakes up coughing a bit of water. 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

The way you can see TK walking off in the top left corner of the screen 🥶🥶🥶🥶

Sometimes I just gotta laugh when the show has the paramedics spout off all the medical buzzwords so the audience understands what's happening. Tommy explaining the symptoms of severe hypothermia TO TK is so funny for this reason. He knows, Tommy knows, Nancy knows, so let's hop to it but only after we explain it to the audience 😭😭😭😭

I do so love this kinda angst though 😍😍😍

Funny that Paul takes his wet coat off only to then give it to Lindsey even though the point was to take off the wet clothes 😭

Lol Paul's "miss that dude" in regards to Owen is kinda funny. Kinda wish Paul said something about TNT too but he was dying so I'll let it pass

What does Judd have against chamomile tea????? That's perfect for a snowy day AND personally I think it would be great for a stressful job like being a 911 operator

Nancy immediately hugging Carlos gives me so many feels 🥺🥺🥺

Carlos coming to the hospital anyway and being all exasperated and like "mehh of course he only wants me here because he's in the icu 😤" like hes not actually worried as fuck !!!!!

"we need to find his father" BUT THEN WE BARELY GET ANY OF OWEN AT THE HOSPITAL!!!

Ugh Owen, lol

#911 lone star #911 lone star rewatch #tarlos #3x01 #the big chill #live reaction #911 ls season 3 #thin ice #3x02

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decarabiandivorce · 2 months

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AU where the entire old mondstadt gang gets revived into modern (as in version 4.4 give or take) teyvat. Nb and venti are absolutely overjoyed to see eachother again, gunnhildr and jean have an “:D twinsies!!!!!!!” moment, diluc has to take a few seconds to comprehend that the redhaired warrior is not in fact his dad (genetics is one thing but those two look nearly identical), and amos is off somewhere teaching amber and razor how to hunt. everything is going great until the traveler reports to venti a few days later that they can’t do their weekly dvalin bossfight because someone keeps arguing with him and occupying the domain (deca comes along too but the only reason no one knew is because he was too busy trying to negotiate who lives in the tower and how)

This is all wonderful but consider this: Decarabian is just laying on the floor of the boss fight and Dvalin is just. "TRAVELER PLEASE MOVE HIM. I THINK HE'S DEAD. HE HASN'T MOVED IN .... A WEEK OR SO"

Dvalin has no context on who this guy is. He smells kinda like Barbatos but why is just???? Laying down???? He could feel the sadness emanating from the guy and its Really killing the vibe.

The old Mondstadt and new Mondstadt team barge into the tower battle ready and are "..." when he's not even attempting to fight.

Deca is just in shock and has been processing things. For instance apparently his entire city hates him???? And then they tried to murder him???? And.... and they succeeded. He could feel ever speck of light inside him fade away. His citizens murder him. Amos murderes him. They set fire to the tower and killed him.

So many emotions are going through his head. Sadness. Bitterness. Fear for his citizens. Anger. All the stages of grief and betrayal!!!

Also theres a giant dragon here now and a blonde person with a talking toddler trying to swordfight. Huh. This might as well be happening.

#Diluc did not tell Keaya that his ancestor was back and so imagine his shock when he walks into Angel's share and sees his dad #<Diluc. You could have told me.>#<... you would have found out on your own>#<Oh hello! Are you friends with my kin?>#<His brother actually>#< :0. Diluc why didn't you->#<That is none of your business. drink your wine and / or leave >#steel text #Decarabian #genshin #old Mondstadt

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the-s1lly-corner · 9 days

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Father x Reader with the ability to make snow (Fire x Snow thingy)

Father x reader w/ snow powers

Writing this a few days before I have to go out of state (hooray queue!!) And this is genuinely the worst time for me to crave cake; I COULD make it and eat some but most of it will be left here for a few days Grrgrr I'll probably make some when I come back

Notes: reader is GN

CWs: None

At first he may be a little.. how does one say it.. threatened.. by it- you could easily snuff out his fire.. though over time he grows more trusting of you because if you had plans to do it you'd have MANY chances to do so

Cannot hold your snowflakes to look at the formations because hes just so naturally warm.. if you make a mini snow day for others or yourself to enjoy father leaves a small circle of melted snow around him where he stands- even when hes not on fire.. the guy is just very warm

On the flip side you're very cold, but that's not going to stop him touching you- just mind the tiny jolt the first few times

Maybe I'm weird but the idea of the two of you holding hands and having your extreme body temperatures cancel out and meet in the middle has me soft

On the chance you look like him- with the silhouette/shadow look regardless of what color, theres DEFINITELY going to be a bit of a gag where you guys compliment it- not too different from the I.T. episode where they were trying to get father to say tag and they bring up the shadow stuff

"Is that a new suit-" "oh you noticed c:" or however it went, paraphrasing here

#father x you #knd father x reader #father x reader #father imagine #knd x reader #knd imagine #knd headcanons #knd father x you #kids next door x you #kids next door x reader #kids next door imagine #benedict uno x you #benedict wigglestein x reader #benedict uno imagine #benedict uno x reader

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canaidliafail · 1 year

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curse that ravens fire

eivor x f!reader 🌿 PART 1

reader is Petras Younger sister who just arrived at the settlement. [ 2k words ?]

MDI

[ warnings : will eventually have sexual content. for now theres only mentions of hunting animals / not too gory but might still be upsetting to read] Its also a little enemies to lovers type of deal

The tip of your arrow was perfectly aligned with her throat just like the edge of her axe with yours

You could feel her breath, hear her heartbeat and you saw a bead of sweat roll down her forehead. Neither took initiative to move forward or pull back not trusting each other’s intentions

“Eivor Wait! That’s my sister!” You heard Petra call out and you both pulled back the tension you shared falling flat to your siblings cries. She ran towards you and stopped few feet away bracing her hands on her knees breathing heavily

“Gods! I can't believe you got in trouble already” She mumbled worried and Eivor sheathed back her axe

“This is your family that was visiting?” She asked looking distressed

“Yes!” She yelled more so to cover up for her lack of oxygen than to scold anyone.

You looked at the stones on the ground and scoffed,kicking one with little force to show your despair. This was a horrible first impression you were leaving on someone you assumed to be important for the settlement.

“Thought you all only hunted animals”

“We do!” You yelled and she growled looking at you “Do I look like a stag?”

“You could with that mug of yours!” You spat back enraged. You weren't even pointing at her. She just happened to be in your line of sight when you were waiting for a wolf to come out of a cave only for this crude norsewoman to turn up.

Naturally, the timing was off and then things escalated without the two of you realizing

“Calm down, please! EIvor excuse my sister's behavior. She's probably just tired from her trip” She said and yanked you from your arm. You decided to stay quiet knowing her tone indicated you weren’t getting away without a harsh scolding

Eivors upper lip twitched and she took a long sigh.WIping the sweat of her brow and scarred cheeks she looked away “Take your time getting settled. I should go to the longhouse and speak with Randvi”

And with that she took off. Petra glared at you “What were you thinking?!”

“That I found the mythical wolf!”

She shook your head “Gods, what an awful misunderstanding that must have been then. Come. You’ve embarrassed me enough” You frowned, crossing your arms and slowly walking behind her.

“Is Wallace here as well?”

“No. He went to sharpen arrows. Might be back for the featbuff though. Don’t worry youll catch him tomorrow morning at worse”

You nod deep in thought. Four days of walking,eating dry rabbit meat and sleeping in cold,wet,murky caves. Depending on who you offended today you would have to prepare yourself mentally to go through that all again, should they decide to send you back home

“So…Who’s Eivor?”

“The Jarls sister”

Shit

Maybe you could pack some soup and hopefully steal a better coat.

“Don’t worry. She doesn’t hold many things to heart. However your loud mouth might make her eventually” She said, her tone heavy with a warning

Watch your tongue or Ill cut it for you

“Understood”

Petra lended you a fresh set of clothes , rich in color, The blue and sea hues that royalty usually wore, with the soft fur of a rabbit decorating the edges and shoulders giving a nice fullness to your structure

“Did you just get this?” Recognizing it must have cost a fortune, you felt bad being the first one to wear it. She smiled “You can make it up to me by sewing me a new one tomorrow”

You felt out the leathers of the belts and the edges admiring the craftsmanship “Who… did this? Its form is crude but it looks nice”

“Our blacksmith. Has a fine set of hands,right?” She said with a wink and you shook your head letting go of the fabrics.

“Let's just go to this feast. I’m starving for some decent food” With a small nod she walked out of her hut. Quickly snatching a small knife and sliding it beneath your coat you followed “You live very close to the Longhouse”

“Our services were deemed important to the clan. Comes with it I guess. Which by the way, don't relax too much. Tomorrow you'll have to talk with Randvi and Eivor.tell them what you will provide if they are to let you stay”

Expected

You thought. Which is why you were so eagerly hunting down that wolf. If you truly found that legendary creature, its fur would’ve been the final addition to the armor you were planning to present as an example of your skills. Now you need a new plan. Curse that raven

You gritted your teeth in spite.

when the two of you walked in the hall you saw faces warm up to your sister's presence greeting her and exchanging handshakes “Petra! Tell us a story!” One yelled across the room and she raised a hand motioning that she’d join them soon

“First, formally apologize to Eivor. Ill be waiting for you over there” She ordered and you looked at her like a kicked cub

“You’re joking?”

“Don’t be difficult”

“Don’t be ridiculous then!” You hissed and she glared at you. Her eyes left yours to see Eivor exit the map room “There. Go” and with that she turned you around grabbing your shoulders and giving you a push forward as she went the other way to go find her companions

Curse these traditions and formalities that your families followed. You stepped around the dancing Vikings and tried to avoid bumping into any drunk ones who chugged on ale making your way closer to the throne where Eivor leaned against the wood,deep in thought.

You stopped before walking up the stairs hoping she would notice you first. To your relief she did. Cocking a brow she gathered herself and made her way to you “Yes?” She asked and you felt sweat run down your spine. You started pushing at the skin on your fingertips with your nails trying to come up with something to say.

She smirked, baring her fangs almost as she took a step closer “For all that barking you surely came with the tail between your legs now” She bit in what she thought was playful banter which you, took horribly wrong

“Excuse me?!” You stopped fidgeting suddenly feeling the gravity pull at your feet

“Petra sure knows how to handle her siblings. With Wallace often running off, she does a good job keeping you two in place” You suddenly felt like she was referring to you like some dog that needed a leash and you’ve never felt more enraged by a woman

“Fuck you and your spineless clan” You hissed and turned away not bothering to hear what else she had to say knowing you would be soon sleeping on the streets.

The winter breeze hit your cheek, in a soft caress, soothing the heat that burned your skin.

Your head jolted the other way and you saw a door.

The longhouse had more than one exit

You smiled, all tension and anger evaporating immediately. You could go hunting now and apologize in the form of a well crafted coat the way you initially intended. If you couldn’t get in Eivors good graces anymore you were certain the Jarls wife would consider you.

You pushed some men around and made your way to the door finally leaving the suffocating building

You stopped right out the doors and took a second to catch your breath, the whole gathering spiking up your anxiety. What you had in craftsmanship you lacked in social skill. You tried to reason with yourself that you wanted to make a good impression and that you weren't sneaking out from embarrassment alone. Out of shame for letting anger so quickly get the better of you.

You saw a stack of bows and arrows lodged by the entrance, damp by the snow.It would have to do. You grabbed a set and began your short journey to the snow and stone covered entrance of the wolf cave. You were sure you heard the crunch of another pair of footsteps behind you. You turned to look. Someone must have been following you

However, not wanting to risk the idea that they were after the same wolf you picked up your pace and reached the cave sliding first and looked around. It was eerily quiet, your pants disrupting the peace.

Trying your best to watch your step you climbed the walls trying to reach the other end of the path which would hopefully lead to a makeshift home by the animal.

You heard rumbling in the distance. Wet and filled with aggression. You were noticed.

You pulled an arrow and your bow in haste but were ultimately thrown to your front when you felt four pairs of heavy joints push at your back.

You yelped in fear realizing how greatly you miscalculated the size this beast would have.Not ready to give in you pushed your weight against the ground abruptly covering your exposed neck with your hood and trying to roll over on the other side.

Knocking it off balance wasn’t as easy and your thoughts were starting to get cloudy from the grim realization that you might die after all. You tasted copper and the stuffiness of your nose clearly indicated you were bleeding.

Well. I did land headfirst

“Duck!” You heard a heavy voice command and you did. The next thing you heard was the weighty thud of something crashing with the wolves ribs and thrusting it on the other side. It howled in pain and you quickly rose to your feet running to the other side of the cave pulling out your knife which seemed unnecessary when a figure landed in front of you covering your line of sight.

Eivor wolf kissed

Oh the irony of it all

“Must be dead” she mumbled and you finally took a careful look at the wolf. That something that made it clash with the rocks behind it, was Eivors sharp axe.

Oh the poor creature never stood a chance

“That was barbaric!” You whined and she glared at you “Is that how you thank someone for saving your ass?” She mocked and you rolled your eyes “Oh I was doing fine”

You quickly tried to wipe your bloody nose probably smearing it across your face and hopped over to the wolfs side

“This is awful. How am I to properly get its fur now”

“Fur?”

“Yes. I am a tailor. It's what I came to do here seeing as you clearly lack those. Seriously, how old is that vest you are wearing?” You said and scoffed in disgust to which she took little offense

“It does the job!”

“And I” you pushed against the wolf's skin and with the other wrapped your fingers around the hilt of the axe “Can make it do an even better one” and pulled it out of its skin making sure it wouldn't rip it any further

You gently held its head in your palm and connected your foreheads whispering a thank you for its sacrifice and with one deep breath pulled it up and mounted it on your shoulders

“Do you only show respect to animals?”

“They are the only ones who have earned it out of me” you stopped and looked at her, or what you could make out of the woman since the Caracas was blocking your vision

“Did you follow me?”

“I wanted to Say some things. Next thing I know you are getting yourself into trouble under my clans watch” she grabbed her discarded axe and made her way next to you helping you carry the animal by sharing the weight. You studied her face, noticing how the lines on her forehead softened and deepened. Her jaw tense.

She tried to blow a few loose strands of hair out of her face in a very child-like way and she refused to meet your eyes. Her breathing was uneven not from fatigue but from nervousness. All of that made you truly reconsider her character

She struggled with normal interactions as much as you did. This was her way of trying to get close to you and apologize . With actions

You smiled, earnestly now, wanting to impress her more than ever “Oh you'll learn to love me”

#eivor x reader #eivor varinsdóttir #eivor wolf kissed #eivor x y/n #ac valhalla #MDI

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gabriels-wings-of-freedom · 1 year

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Ok I got another Request for Crowley if you’re up for it!! 👀

Could be seen as a kinda continuation of the other thing if you like! Theres kinda ✨something✨ in the air they haven’t dared to act upon cause he doesn’t really wanna realize that he has the feels while Reader thinks it’s impossible that someone like him or anyone cool for that matter would fall for her BUT THEN she has to sell her soul to him to get information on the apocalyptic horsemen but he promises to give it back and 👀 she confesses that thats gonna be her first kiss and rest is up to you!!

Sure! Always happy to write for Crowley XD Hope you enjoy!💖 and yes, I’ll hint at the other story, and sorry if the ending is kind of bleh XD

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When The Dealing’s Done

In Crowley’s mind, things couldn’t be more complicated when it comes to his feelings for you. However, a deal in the air changes everything.

Crowley loved being a demon for one reason, and it totally contradicts this statement.

He can’t love.

After being rejected and repulsed all throughout his human life by his mother, by his son, and by so many others, he thought that being a demon would be an improvement. No feelings to worry about. However, nothing ever goes right for Crowley. Ever since he willingly hugged you that one time, he’s been feeling something.

He knows what it is too, but he will not admit it.

Crowley doesn’t pay attention to his feelings. He can’t. He can’t come to the realization that he might actually care for you because he knows, that in end, it would destroy him. He’s been through too much hell, literally, to let that happen. Yet, his scorned heart was telling him another thing. But Crowley wouldn’t dare act upon it.

And neither would you.

The demon wasn’t the only one feeling things. You yourself were struggling with your emotions. You knew your brothers would kill Crowley or you if they ever found out how you felt about him. However, you weren’t going to do anything about it those feelings. And it was mostly for one reason.

You didn’t think it was possible.

Why would someone as powerful as Crowley look at you in such a manner? Why waste the time? Why would anyone waste the time? For your entire life you’ve never had someone look at you like you were the only thing that mattered. Of course, Sam and Dean did, and they were partially the reason that no guy has ever stayed in your life. But it was also hard for you to realize that someone would fall for you like that. However, you would have to push some domestic worries out of your mind. You guys had bigger problems here.

An apocalypse on the rise. The four horsemen. Locking Lucifer back up.

You didn’t want anyone else taking risks here besides you. Sam and Dean took risks every day, so why not you? You guys needed to find the horsemen, get the rings, and there was one sure fire way you knew of to do so, even if it frightened you.

Crowley.

“So let me get this straight...your soul, for information on the four apocalyptic horsemen?” Crowley asked you as the two of you stood in Bobby’s large garage. You snuck out without anyone’s knowledge to summon the demon. There wasn’t even a devil’s trap for him, something that sort of surprised him.

You nodded and Crowley looked taken aback.

“Why?” He asked, wondering why such a person like yourself would do something so drastic. You fiddled with your hands but told him everything regardless.

“We were told that we needed the four rings of the four horsemen to make this key-” You started to explain but he interrupted you.

“Yeah, I get all that. But selling your soul? Surely there are better ways.” Crowley said. Truthfully, taking a soul from the Winchesters should be something that the demon should take pride in. However, not when that soul belongs to you. He then quickly came to a conclusion.

“Fine. But aren’t you scared?” He had to ask, even though he was going to promise to give it back after the dealing’s done. You slowly nodded and Crowley, though he couldn’t help it, felt a twinge of sympathy.

“Don’t be...I promise to give your soul back. You aren’t going to lose it on this deal. Cross my non-existent heart.” Crowley said softly before smirking and making a cross over his heart with his finger. You giggled a bit, but you both knew what was coming next when it comes to a demon deal.

That kiss to seal it.

“Something else seems to be on your mind, darling?” Crowley’s accented and gruff voice cut through your thoughts. Your cheeks reddened as you heard him speak, reminding you of the situation at hand. However, he was on to you now, and you had to be honest. So, you took a deep breath.

“This will be my first kiss...” You confessed quietly. It felt like forever before the shocked demon could finally speak.

“Ever?” He had to ask in disbelief with wide eyes. You nodded.

“Ever.” You confirmed for him, face getting red from embarrassment. Crowley nodded to that before giving a chuckle of disbelief, putting his hands in his pockets.

“I find it hard to believe that a girl like you has never been kissed before, Y/N.” The way he said that, so honest and so soft, was something you never expected from Crowley. It made your insides turn to mush, and you pushed the idea of him actually preferring to kiss you to the back of your mind.

“Why would that be?” You asked him with a faint blush. Now it was Crowley’s turn to be flustered. He wasn’t ready to reach this point with you, where feelings were involved. He tried to keep telling himself that this was all just a deal and he’s done it hundreds of times, but his heart was working faster than his brain.

“Because you, Y/N, are one of the most incredible women that this demon has ever come across. And I would honored to give you the greatest first kiss of a lifetime.” He said with a slight smugness in his voice when it came to end of his statement. As he spoke, Crowley took a couple steps closer to you. It made your heart speed up, but not out of fear.

Taking you silence as a yes, he gently cupped your cheek. However, you grabbed his hand to stop him.

“Wait a moment, this is extremely important to me, so I want you to be honest...Do you have feelings for me, Crowley? Were you aware of mine for you?” You asked him, face blushing immensely. Crowley wasn’t ready to go there. In truth, he was afraid to answer. But perhaps this is the first point in his life when things will go his way. This was his chance.

And Crowley told you the truth, nothing but the truth as he gently stroked your cheek.

“Yes...I am so in love with you.” He confessed with that quiet and ragged tone of his. Then you felt the gentle press of his lips against yours. Crowley was right. This was the greatest first kiss of your life. You were glad that fate had you wait for him.

But you knew this was something your brothers wouldn’t approve of.

“I’m going to have to tell them, aren’t I?” You asked Crowley after the kiss, after the deal was done. He was holding you closely in his arms, gently stroking your back.

“No dear, you don’t.” He said and you looked up at him in shock.

“Crowley, it’s Sam and Dean. They are going to find out. I can’t lie.” You told him and you hear him chuckle a bit.

“I never said to lie, Y/N.” Gently, Crowley pulled you away so you could better look in his eyes. Better to see that smirk he held on his face when it came to discussing your brothers.

“Just do what I do when it comes to Moose and Squirrel. Tell them the truth, but not all of the truth.” He said to you and you slowly nodded. The ‘dealing with a demon’ they would need to know about, but they didn’t need to know about it in depth.

About how you and Crowley mean more to each other than some simple soul.

#supernatural #supernatural imagine #crowley #crowley x reader #crowley imagine

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sunsetsixx · 2 years

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lace & silk

a/n: this is a beyond random post for me here at sunsetsixx hq but as a journalism major & previous owner of a multifandom writing blog i guess i was bound to return to my roots at some point ! this isnt me becoming a writing blog, instead just a one-off fic of an idea thats been floating around in my brain for the last 2 weeks that came to fruition in a google doc at 2am. i dont know if theres even an audience for this besides me & maybe like 3 other people in my notifs so enjoy if you wanna & pls dont judge my out of practice writing too much <3

pairing: current!vince neil x fem!reader

word count: 2315

warnings: smutty dialogue, light (?) smut, mentions of tommy & brittany getting it on lmfao, a highly unrealistic take on the behind the scenes of the stadium tour that was necessary for the plot

“Can you fuckin’ believe we’re already halfway through this tour?” Brittany asked, shaking her head as the two of us walked back to where the buses were parked. “I swear to God we just hopped on that plane to Atlanta like yesterday.”

“Seriously.” I nodded in agreement. “Time has flown.”

“It’s been a crazy ride. Like so fun.”

“If I’m being honest though, it’s really not as chaotic as I thought it would be.”

“Really? What do you mean?” She asked.

“I don’t know…I guess it’s just different actually living the modern day reality. We’ve heard and read all these insane stories of them in the 80s but obviously life just isn’t like that anymore.” I let out a short laugh. “No real backstage shenanigans…it’s funny to see how much they’ve mellowed out over the years.”

“Girl you’re lucky you don’t have to deal with shenanigans. My husband thinks it’s funny to light shit on fire with hairspray every five seconds. There’s literally never a dull moment in that dressing room.”

“I don’t know if I’m jealous or not.” I said laughing. “We keep it pretty chill in ours. Mainly just me helping with his outfit and hair. Lots of Fiji water and listening to Sammy Hagar’s solo stuff as ‘pump up’ music.” I explained as Brittany laughed this time.

By this point in the conversation, we had made it to tonight’s stadium’s back parking lot where our temporary homes were located. All of the buses were set up in a line with the lights on, as if ready to drive off at any minute. But from the looks of Brittany’s face, and the absence of our men, we weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Hold up.” She said, a look of disbelief gracing her features.

“What?” I asked, laughing in confusion.

“You’re telling me that you and Vince Neil haven’t fucked in your dressing room this entire time?”

My mind began to rewind as many shows back as it could remember, but nothing of the sort stood out. I shook my head at her. “No. Just in the hotels and a couple times on the bus…” I trailed off as my gaze wandered over to the vehicle in question, all kinds of memories from the first week flooding back when Vince so romantically suggested “breaking in the new place” with multiple rounds on multiple surfaces.

“(y/n)! What are you even doing? You’re a tour wife man, you gotta act like it!” She joked, lightly hitting my arm with her bag.

“I don’t know! I guess it just always gets too busy back there, especially with all the meet and greets and photoshoots and filming…I never wanted to tire him out before the show or whatever. I haven’t even thought about it too much.”

“The rushing around is what makes it so good though. Tommy & I were like rabbits back in St. Louis. I don’t know what was in that water but shit got crazy.”

I nodded, thinking about everything my best friend was saying. “You might be right, Britt. Truly what am I doing if not the lead singer in the sleaziest band to walk this earth backstage? It’s a disgrace to their reputation, honestly.” I said, shaking my head.

“There you go!” She laughed. “Just because they’re getting older doesn’t mean we are too. We gotta keep them on their toes babe.”

“You always do make a good point Ms. Furlan-Lee.” I replied, and the two of us broke out into laughter. We stood outside scrolling through our phones and judging each other’s Instagram feeds for a few more minutes before we were finally joined by the men of the hour.

“Goodnight guys! See you on the next!” Nikki’s slightly raspy post-show voice called out. He was walking up with Courtney and a sleeping Ruby in tow on the way to their bus as well.

“See you dude!” An unmistakable voice yelled back, followed by the appearance of the lankiest guy of the bunch, still somehow with a single drumstick in hand.

Finally I caught a glimpse of my specific man of the hour, who had traded in the bright red glitter and leathers of his stage costume for a pair of camo shorts and a black tank top. His signature chain hung around his neck and for some reason he was also still adorning sunglasses at 1:30 in the morning.

“There you are.” I said smiling as he walked up.

“Hey lovey.” He said, wrapping me in a hug and pressing a short kiss to the top of my head.

“You tired?” I asked, still in his arms.

“Yeah I could sleep. Fuckin’ awesome show though. I still can’t believe how many people are actually showing up.”

I scoffed at his words. “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said. This is literally the tour of the century. People are gonna be showing up for you guys forever.”

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Hopefully.”

He gave my back a quick rub before motioning for us to get on our bus so we could start off to the next city. As we got ready for bed, my conversation with Brittany played over and over in my head, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized she was right.

I just said it too– this is the tour of the fucking century. I need to start treating it like that for myself and my man. Tomorrow is a new day full of new experiences and new ideas and new desires. A million possible ways I could go about what I wanted to do swirled around in my brain, but as I settled under the covers of our shared bed in the back room, a lightbulb moment was had.

The next night began like every other after we arrived at the latest stadium and got everything settled. Crüe was closing the show tonight, which meant we all had more time to hang backstage. We were currently in an in-between period between Poison and Def Leppard, meaning there was about two hours until Crüe’s set. Vince was mostly ready to go, and was over in someone else’s room with the rest of the guys in the band hanging out and doing whatever other pre-show rituals they all partake in these days.

I was in his dressing room, putting last night’s ideas into action. I was nervous for a million different reasons; nervous he’d shun me off if there wasn’t enough time, nervous he’d think I was trying to act like some groupie on the Girls Girls Girls tour, nervous the idea my brain had conjured up was overstepping or I’d get in trouble with their stylist somehow. Lots of nerves. I just hoped Brittany’s advice was right to take for Vince and me.

After connecting my phone to the speaker and turning some music up decently loud, I began the action steps of my plan. I grabbed my tote bag and wandered into the bathroom. I took off the ripped blue jeans and tank top I had been sporting all day and opted for something more…(well technically, less) appropriate. I had dug out one of my red teddies from my luggage on the bus, a lacey number I knew was one of Vince’s favorites, and slipped it on in place of my clothes. I touched up my makeup that had begun to flake off over the course of the day, and ran a brush through my hair.

Once satisfied, I walked back out into the now much more noticeably cold air of the dressing room for the main operation.

There on a silver rack hung Vinnie’s most prized possession this tour– a floor length, silk piece of art hand painted with Japanese symbols in reds, golds, and royal blue covering the back. I ran my hands down the oversized sleeves as it hung there, looking like something that should’ve been in the MOMA rather than trekking around dingy baseball stadium hallways being diligently followed by a short woman with a portable steamer.

It had been almost a month of The Stadium Tour and I hadn’t dared to touch it, especially not after seeing how pissed off Vince got when someone (still a mystery who) stole his original show pants from backstage. Tonight was different though. I needed it to help me with the fantasy I had dreamed up after a middle-of-the-night conversation in a parking lot in Cleveland with my best friend.

I took a deep breath before carefully taking it off the hanger and placing it on me. My smaller frame was of course drowning in it, since the length and size was custom made for Vince. I tiptoed over to the full length mirror hanging on the wall, careful not to drag too much of it on the floor.

My eyes went wide as I took in the sight of myself. Bright red lace hugging my hips and chest perfectly, (the bodysuit had been a gift from Vince last Christmas, something that actually was custom made for my body’s measurements), with the iconic Wild Side performance look draped over my shoulders. I felt expensive– high class even, and now understood why Vince was always on such a high between the opening song and Shout at the Devil. This piece was enough to make anyone’s ego go through the roof.

I tied the kimono up in the front to conceal what lay underneath and took a deep breath before walking back over to sit on one of the couches. My back was facing the door, so the surprise wouldn’t be ruined when he came back in, which after seeing the clock turn to 6:39pm, realized should be almost any minute now.

I smoothed my hair over a few more times with my hand and picked at some stray nail polish that had chipped off onto my cuticles. My mind wandered to the endless amount of reactions he could have at the sight of me until they weren’t just fantasies anymore, but the real thing.

It took everything in me not to jump off the couch like some sort of rabid animal in anticipation when I heard the doorknob turn and the heavy door creak open.

“Hey baby, have you see my kim–”

The sentence died in his throat as I rose from the couch in the very article of clothing he was asking about not a second before. I smiled innocently up at him as his wide eyes looked me up and down.

I walked toward him, making a show of my bare legs peeking through the soft fabric with every stride forward. He bit his bottom lip when I placed my hands in his.

“This what you were looking for?” I offered, officially setting the backstage plan into motion.

“Oh yeah…” He trailed off, letting go of one of my hands so he could twirl me around. “Look at you baby doll.”

“I got you a present.” I said softly, after a moment. His eyebrows raised when I didn’t continue. Finally I walked backward a couple steps and held my arms out so the kimono’s tie was on display. “You have to unwrap it.”

He practically pounced on me the second the words exited my mouth. He pulled the silk fabric gently and the loose knot fell, allowing a glimpse of what was underneath to show through.

“You fuckin’ tease.” He said in a low voice, still smiling like a kid in a candy store. The plan was working.

His hand graced my shoulder as he pushed one arm of the robe off so it draped down my back. “You want something tonight, huh sugar?” He asked, pressing a short kiss to the underside of my jaw. My eyes fluttered closed at the touches, almost completely abandoning the act then and there. I did my best to stay strong.

“Don’t you have a show in an hour?” I teased, taking a small step back.

His face dropped. “Don’t you start. Those fuckers can wait.”

Before I knew it, I was being lifted up and carried towards the couch. He laid me down so my head was on the armrest as he hovered over me. I ran my hands up his tattooed arms as his lips pressed down onto mine.

He ran his hands over the red lace that clung to my skin and massaged my soft flesh underneath. The couch was beyond uncomfortable, but I found I didn’t care at all when Vince was touching me like this.

As we made out, his right hand snaked around my back to undo the thin fabric and pull it down my body. I started to slide the kimono off my shoulders to give him more access as well.

“No.” He said and put his hand on my arm. “Leave it on. My girl wants to play dirty tonight, right?”

I bit my lip and took a deep breath through my nose as I nodded in response.

“That’s what I thought. You want me to fuck you in this then wear it onstage in front of 40,000 people…is that it?” He whispered.

Any and all facade of confidence and calmness I previously had completely melted away at his words. Just the thought of him putting it back on later after these less than wholesome activities to go sing in front of a stadium full of unsuspecting fans had me shuddering in anticipation. He started kissing down my jaw and neck again until he reached my heaving chest.

“God I love these tits.” He spoke softly. “Especially when they’re filling out this outfit.” He trailed his hand over the kimono once again, down my curves until he reached the part of me dripping with need.

“You’re lucky I got an extra one of these baby…because you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

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Tear The World Apart- Jesper Fahey x tidemaker! reader

Okay!! This was requested by an anon, and anon, if you’re seeing this, I hope you like it!! I really liked the request and I was super excited to have the opportunity to write it out, and I am so sorry that this took two weeks! I promise, I meant to get it out before finals weeks started, but it started and my ability to be a productive writer went out the window because of studying. Also, if I got any of the specifics wrong, I am an idiot who has a shit memory and I couldn’t find the request that I responded to because of tumblrs shitty search system, so I apologize!

Anon asked for a slowburn, so I went ahead and had the candle burning for a decent five years, and I did two scenes per year! I meant to keep this from getting too long but I think it may have anyway, and regardless, anon, I hope you enjoy!

fic type- theres fluff, there’s angst, there’s a bit of hurt/comfort and some yearning tossed in there for the sake of it.

warnings- a LOT of death here (the reader almost dies twice--oops?) the reader sometimes wants Kaz dead and that’s discussed, poisons, stabbings, explosions and the shrapnel from those explosions leaving cuts are discussed, fire and water are both discussed a fair bit, guns and gunsmoke, and stitching up wounds are mentioned.

SEVENTEEN

You’d gone to Ketterdam with the start of the Ravkan Civil War, when you were fifteen years old. You had no plans, just the money given to you by Genya as she ushered you onto a boat that would take you to Fifth Harbor, the kefta that’d been on your back and the clothes that you’d stashed into the crossbody bag you carried.

You ended up at the Slat in search of a spot to live. Kaz had given you a decently sized room and called it a day. You ended up joining the Dregs twelve hours later, after summoning the moisture from the air and using it to shield Kaz from a stray dagger that’d been heading for his neck.

Two weeks later, Jesper joined the Dregs. Your rooms were across the hall from one another, and a friendship formed fast. You were at each others sides nearly all the time, and by the time that Inej and Nina joined up, they’d thought you to be a couple.

As much as you wished for that, such wasn’t the truth. By seventeen, you’d well and truly fallen in love with Jesper. You never said anything for fear of the love being unrequited, and most days, you just relished the casual way in which one of Jespers arms would wrap around your shoulders, the use of the silly nicknames that he used with mostly everyone else.

And still, even despite the fact that some days, the fact that you hadn’t confessed to him made your throat close up and your heart break bit by bit, you carried on.

You let yourself into Jespers room at the Slat. You refilled his kettle, found something to make a quip about, teased him over the new addition of the coffee press he’d bought the week before.

“At least my room is not barren of any sign of life,” Jesper said with a grin as you took mugs from the drawer of his dresser that he’d devoted to them. A total of six mugs were stashed there, the rest of the space being occupied with tea, various different kinds of coffee, a few sugar packets, some powdered sweetened milk, and a couple of wooden stirring sticks.

You scoffed. “My room is not barren,” you said, placing the mugs on the dresser. You touched a hand to the kettle, filling it with water without thinking. “I have my books. I have a chest with my clothes, a few mementos from home.”

“How many books is it, exactly?” Jesper asked. You turned to glance at him as he sat up, smirk playing at his lips. “Ten, perhaps?”

“Fifteen.”

“Nerd.”

“Coffee addict.”

“Tea addict,” Jesper said as he stood. “Really, Y/N. When you think about it, you’re no better than I am.”

You flipped the switch on the bottom of the kettles handle, grabbing sugar packets, stirring sticks, and coffee grounds as you waited for it to ring out a seven-toned song indicating that the water had finished boiling.

“Well, the fact that I’ve saved you from drowning twice might just beg to differ a little bit,” you said. Jesper shook his head as he grabbed the coffee press, taking the top off and pouring a roughly estimated three tablespoons of coffee grounds into the bottom.

“I’ve saved you from three stray bullets and a shiv made of fabrikator altered Grisha steel,” Jesper said pointedly. You laughed, tilting your head back and looking away for a moment.

Neither of you ever really kept score of how many times you’d saved one anothers lives through those years. You only brought it up in times like those, ones wherein jokes and quips were at the forefront of your minds. Never had you, never would you, use the times you’d saved his life against him, and in turn, neither would he.

Jesper grinned, grabbing one of the mugs you’d put out as the kettle sang it’s seven toned song. He poured some of the water into his coffee press, stirring it before putting the lid back on and letting it sit.

You took the kettle shortly after he’d placed it next to your mug, the both of you succumbing to silence as you made your drinks of choice.

“Come down to the shops with me today?” Jesper asked. “Need to get a bit more tea, as it seems, and I have to get a bit of dry cleaning. These chores are a lot less tedious with company.”

You scoffed. “I’ll buy the tea, podge.”

“I buy the tea, you buy the coffee?”

“Fine, coffee addict.”

Jesper laughed as he pulled the lever down, pouring the scalding coffee into his mug thereafter.

“Nerd,” he said.

“The nerd whom you consider a best friend.”

Jesper shrugged. “Luck of the unlucky draw.”

“Dickhead.”

Jesper laughed again, and you bumped your elbow against his arm. He repeated the gesture as you finally took a sip of your tea, trying to allow it some time to steep in the water and the packet of powdered milk you’d stirred in.

You drank your coffee and tea as you made idle conversation. Jesper mentioned the heist that Kaz had planned. You talked about how the payout was to be good--fifteen thousand kruge for a relatively large mansion in the western area of the financial district. For an easy job and a credible employer, the money was amazing--and joked about making a few jabs at Kaz’s expense.

When you left the Slat, you left it with Jespers arm around your shoulders, grin on your face, yearning consuming every part of your being as you moved. It was heartbreaking, really, and you knew that, but for the sake of yours and Jespers friendship, you would remain quiet in your yearning, object simply to suffer in silence.

Jesper laughed as he watched you pull your winter kefta off your shoulders later that night.

You’d gone with each other to run your errands. A trip for tea, coffee, and dry cleaning quickly turned from that into a trip for tea, coffee, dry cleaning, a place that sold daggers and a good cleaner for Jespers revolvers, pastries, a new book that you’d wanted that’d released the weeks before, and a stop at the Ravkan Embassy to get a letter that Genya had sent along, one with updates on things in Ravka, one in search of updates on things in Ketterdam.

“Tired?” Jesper asked.

“Don’t even,” you said, laughing to yourself as you joined him, sitting on your bed to take off the boots you’d worn. You rested your cheek against Jespers shoulder absentmindedly, not even realizing you’d done it until Jesper rested his cheek against the side of your head. “The amount of walking that was done today was entirely my fault, so I brought this on myself, but still.”

Jesper laughed again. “Yeah, fair enough,” he said. “We’ll take tomorrow off. I’ll bring the kettle, the mugs, the tea. We’ll relax in here.”

You grinned as you reached down, untying the laces that’d held your boots together to that point. You pulled the first one off and left it where it was, adjusting your foot so that the tips of your toes were against the floor, the heel of your foot just millimeters away from your bed frame. You stretched your toes, feeling yourself relax as the tenseness and the sore feeling gave way to relief.

You repeated the process with your other foot as Jesper left, returning with a basket. In the basket? Mugs, tea, and a kettle.

You reached out, touching your finger to the kettle and watching with a slight smirk as it filled with water. Jesper grinned at you as you forced yourself to stand on your feet, putting your kefta on a coat rack as Jesper plugged the kettle in and pressed the small button at the bottom of the handle.

“You all right, love?”

Your heart stuttered at the nickname.

“Well and good,” you said. “Feet hurt, is all. Nothing of real concern.”

“We’ll drink tea and hope we’re asleep before sunset but awake after sunrise, then,” Jesper said. “I’ll make sure that Kaz knows we can’t handle much of anything.”

You hummed as you fell onto your bed, head falling against the pillow. “Thank you, Jes.”

“Anything for you, Y/N.”

You hummed again. “Ditto.”

You let your eyes close, listening to Jesper as he talked about the Ice Court. Nothing had been so grandeur, so extravagant, in the days since then. You all took home your cuts of the money. Nina and Matthias had left. Inej took to the seas, Jan Van Eck was arrested and Wylan moved into the old mansion with his mother.

You and Jesper had remained in the Slat, for better or for worse. Jesper paid off his debts and you helped him put some stakes in the markets. He still gambled, by doing that, but it was less gambling, more the act of making investing smartly and cautiously. You had helped him get comfortable in his abilities as a Fabrikator, and as a result, stopped shielding your abilities as a Tidemaker, though it was such a big part of your identity in the beginning.

Jesper passed you a cup of tea after a few minutes, once you’d sat up and positioned your back so it was against the wall, pillow moved to the side so that you avoided sitting on it.

He sat next to you, shoulders touching yours.

“We deserve a few days off, right?” He asked as he cheers’d his mug against yours. “I mean, we haven’t taken a day off since the Ice Court. It’s been months.”

“Kaz will probably allow it,” you said. “After the Ice Court, I made it very clear that if he ever denied me an off day, I would start taking his fingers. I worked off almost dying on the behalf of that bastard. The money made it worth it at the time, yeah, but if he doesn’t want us taking an off day, I’ll rip his bloody head off.”

Jesper sighed, grinning slightly, and a silence draped over the two of you.

It was a silence that acknowledged everything that’d happened the day of the Ice Court. It was a silence that acknowledged the fact that you had come very close to dying, the fact that it’d been Jesper who found you.

It’d been Jesper who found you, Jesper who carried you when the last of the adrenaline left your body and your legs gave out. Jesper had gotten you onto the boat, had been the one to grip your hand like a lifeline while Nina did her best to keep you alive enough to get to Ketterdam in one piece.

It’d been Jesper, the guy who you loved so much that it hurt to think about some nights. Jesper had saved your life that day, had gone through his own grief whilst your survival was still relatively uncertain.

You’d saved one anothers lives constantly in the two years since you’d joined the Dregs. It practically came with the job, and you’d never kept score because of how frequently you saved each others asses.

But, the big times were the ones you remembered. The times where the incident resulted in more than a few cuts in need of stitching, the times where bullets between the Dregs and another rival gang were exchanged, the times where it’d been you to remove the bullet and stitch Jespers wounds, were the ones that you kept in mind always.

The times where Jesper hadn’t shot fast enough and had gotten shot himself, the times where you found yourself faced by two Druskelle and didn’t escape without a few severe bruises and poisoned cuts and stab wounds because the Druskelle had begun poisoning their knives. Those times were the ones you remembered solemnly, the ones where you took a moment to feel grateful that the other was still alive.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if you’d died,” Jesper whispered. “I really don’t. I--”

“You would’ve moved on,” you whispered, taking a sip of your tea. “You would’ve grieved, yeah, but you would’ve moved on eventually. I would’ve been nothing more than a series of fond memories, and as it stands now, I think I’m okay with that.”

“I have to think I may have gone insane,” Jesper whispered. “In theory, I could’ve survived without you, but in actuality? I really don’t think I would’ve made it a week.”

You let yourself grin, meeting his gaze as you rested your cheek on the edge of his shoulder.

“You flatter me, Mr. Fahey.”

Jesper grinned back at you. “Do I?” he asked. “Well, that’s always my goal.”

You laughed, lightly hitting his forearm. “Idiot.”

Jesper scoffed, resting his cheek against your head, free arm coming up to drape itself around your shoulders.

He took a deep breath in, a pause settling over the room for a moment.

“Nerd,” he finally said.

You laughed, rolled your eyes, and took a sip of your tea.

Even if Jesper never knew that you loved him, you could be enormously content in your friendship as it was.

You really could, even if it was just for moments as good as that one.

EIGHTEEN

Jesper was sixteen when he realized that he was in love with you, a year into your being part of the Dregs, a little less than a year into his career of criminality.

He often found himself trying to pinpoint the moment it’d happened, why he’d fallen in love with you at all, but after two years of trying, he found that there were simply too many times where he’d fallen in love without realizing it, too many reasons as to why.

Even still, part of him wondered, trying to find the exact moment, wanting to put the exact day, the exact time, in his mind so that he could commit it to his memory.

Was it the fact that you continued to make jabs at Kaz with only a grin to accompany them? Was it the fact that your bantering came so easily? Could it have been your admirable talents as a Tidemaker, your cadence when you used your small science, the fact that you had accepted it as an extension of yourself where Jesper had never quite found the strength to do so?

Those had all been reasons when he was sixteen, and they were reasons even still. After a while, it felt like a dozen more had been added to that list, though. It’d gone from having three things to at least thirty in the span of two years.

He’d fallen in love with you in what sometimes felt like a blink of time, and he’d been irrevocably, irreparably, in love with you ever since. In spite of it all, he never told you. Some part of him had long accepted that he never would.

So, when you were in Ravka in the last few days before a heist, walking through a town square in Os Alta when violin music pricked Jespers ears, he just grinned. He could handle the life he’d lived as it were. He could handle just being your friend. Really, he could.

The music picked up, and you shot Jesper a grin as people began to dance, some forming small circles throughout the square.

“Look for Nina,” you said. “She, Matthias, and Inej are west of us right now. Wylan is east. She’ll no doubt be pulling them into the crowds the second the music hits her ears. They’ll find us, and we’ll be stuck dancing, hand in hand.”

Kaz had given you the last days before the heist off.

That day, you got the day in full so that you could enjoy some time in your hometown. It’d been a kindness on Kaz’s part, and a demand on yours, and Kaz had known you long enough to know your threats to be the truth if you were provoked.

You’d get the morning of the next day off, too, and Jesper had already found himself excited at the prospect of going to the cafe you always went to whenever you found yourself back in Ravka, claiming that they made the best biscuits and served the best coffee you’d ever tasted.

“You don’t sound like you hate that idea,” Jesper said pointedly as the violin music continued on.

“I don’t. You don’t hear much Ravkan dancing music on violins in Ketterdam. They’re operated by greed, by money and all of the different ways to get rich, even more so the ways to stay rich. If you find yourself in the right Ravkan town, people only care about money when they don’t have enough to make ends meet,” you said. Jesper watched you fill an empty water barrel in passing, watched you liven up a roaring water fountain with only the act of you extending your arm.

“Everyone in my hometown loved it,” you continued, grinning reminiscently. “Oh, before the days of Grisha training, I used to go out with my parents every Saturday. We would walk to the town square, one that, from my memory, didn’t look much different than this one, and we would shop until the violins started. Once they did, we would put our bags with a shopkeeper we trusted and dance until our feet started hurting. I used to love getting to leave the Little Palace on trips, absentmindedly bopping my head to the sound with Nina as we weaved from one shop to the next.”

Jesper found himself grinning. “My mum used to love dancing, too,” he said. “She and my dad used to dance in the kitchen all the bloody time. He had cassettes of dancing music from the Wandering Isle, and they used to dance until they couldn’t because they were laughing. Simpler times, then.”

You shot him a grin, nodding. “Simpler times indeed.”

It wasn’t long before Inej was grabbing your hands whilst Nina grabbed Jespers, pulling the two of you into a circle that was almost the size of the square itself as the music continued.

Jesper, even despite all of his attempts not to, kept finding his eyes trailing to you. He watched you dance, weaving under other people and jumping, taking the hands of those with whom you encountered, allowing yourself to be spun by those when it came time for such a move in the dance itself, and felt his heart lighten.

Eventually, you spun where Jesper walked back six steps, as the dance steps dictated, and he found himself in your company once more.

“Nice moves,” he said, smirk playing at the corners of his lips. You scoffed.

“Better moves from you,” you said. “I’m rusty. Haven’t danced like this in a bit.”

Jesper shrugged, stepping back twice and stepping to the left, stepping forward once. “Couldn’t tell,” he said. “Seriously. You’re a natural at this.”

“Reflex, then,” you said. “I’m using the money we get from the heist to come back around here for a bit.”

“Mind if you have company?”

“I was about to ask if you would enjoy a few weeks in a small Ravkan town, actually,” you laughed, and Jesper registered finally, that he would give up a thousand of all of the sunsets that he would see if it meant he got to hear the sound of your laugh even just one more time before he was never allowed to hear it again. “Would you join me, Jesper?”

“Of course I would,” Jesper said. “Only a fool would pass that up, and I am not a fool.”

A laugh bubbled up from your throat as Jesper spun you, and Jesper allowed himself one as you wrapped your arms around him suddenly, pulling him into a hug for a moment.

Just as quickly as the hug had begun, it ended. Jesper turned to find that you had once again joined the group that laughed and danced in a large circle. He shot you a smirk before joining, interlacing your fingers and registering it. His heart was full. He was content. It was a feeling that Jesper Fahey never wanted to go away.

“You’re a fool, you know that?” Inej asked a few days later. The heist had been successful, and they were on the boat back. “You’re a bloody fool, Jesper.”

Jesper shrugged, leaning against the railing of the boat as he took a sip of his whiskey. “I am not a fool, thank you.”

Inej scoffed. “You’re in love with Y/N L/N, and you’re being a fool about it.”

“I am not, and because I am not, there is nothing about which I can be a fool at the current,” Jesper denied, though he knew that the effort was slightly futile. “I am not in love with them. How dare you.”

“You’re not offended by it because it’s the bloody truth,” Inej rebutted. “Stop being a fool about it. You’re allowed to fall in love with them, Jesper. I honestly thought it would’ve been Nina if it hadn’t been you.”

“I resent you.”

“No you don’t.”

“And if I do?”

“Then stop resenting me long enough to confess your bloody feelings, Jesper,” Inej said. “We can all see it. Stop pretending.”

“And if I say no?”

Inej sighed, clearly exasperated. “Fine, then. Be an idiot. When you lose your chance, though, it’ll be entirely your fault.”

Jesper sighed. “I promise, I’ll tell them, I’m just waiting for the right time. I wanted to tell them in Ravka, but--”

“Don’t you dare call yourself a coward,” Inej said, cutting Jesper off before he had the chance. “Tell them by the time you’re twenty five, if you still love them by then, or you will be stuck paying for the repairs on my boat for all the years you wasted in your silly little mindset of constant yearning.”

Jesper allowed himself a grin. “The deal is the deal.”

“Bloody well it is,” Inej agreed. “Enjoy your whiskey.”

Jesper shrugged, eyes going to the skyline to watch the sun as it disappeared behind the horizon. “I’ll do my best, Captain Ghafa.”

Inej scoffed as she walked away, and Jesper rolled his eyes, grin settling onto his face as he rested his forearms against the railing, content to watch the ocean and the skyline until he grew sick of it.

NINETEEN

You sighed, pulling one of Jespers jumpers onto your torso as you grabbed a book from your night stand, having lit a candle to act as lighting in the moments before.

Jesper had been on a mission you’d been unable to go on because of how injured the last one had left you--a few broken rips, a dislocated wrist that you’d popped back into place and wrapped with the proper bandaging, and a scar across your face that was only healing because of an ointment given to you by a healer, one that they’d made in partnership with a medik to alleviate the pain and heal the scar after three weeks--and the fact that you couldn’t go wasn’t one that you minded at all.

The rest was good, necessary. You’d taken to reading, enjoying Jespers visits when he was around and wearing his sweaters when he wasn’t, but that night was different.

Yearning was something that you rarely experienced. It was that innate, painful desire that you felt pulling down on your heartstrings, something that you were never upset to see go but never quite so shocked when you felt it again, wrapping itself around your shoulders and seeping into your skin, finding its way to your blood before it made itself a home in your heart.

You didn’t know what, exactly, you’d been yearning for, but the book, the candle, Jespers sweater, hadn’t been enough, as it seemed. Nor had the warm bath you’d taken, the bourbon that you’d poured yourself earlier. Even the tea you’d made couldn’t distract you from it.

So, you settled down with your book. You forced yourself to focus on the pages, read until a gust of late summer wind blew past your window and took out the flame in your candle.

You refilled your kettle. You made tea, you drank it as you lit the candle again and closed the window to avoid the breeze, picked up your book and read from where you’d left off, mug of tea in your hand and a change in the time having been the only real changes.

Around four bells that morning, when you’d long blown out the candle, finished your tea, and tried to get to sleep, you gave up. You left your room, headed down to the first floor, and found the bar.

You found Jesper sitting at one of the tables in the din. You ducked underneath the bar whilst trying to make as little sound as possible. You grabbed a glass, grabbed some brandy. When Jesper looked up at the sound and you met his gaze, the yearning you’d been dealing with only intensified, and you realized that the one thing that your heart craved was the one thing that Jesper would never give you.

You wanted him to know how much he’d come to mean to you, wanted him to understand that you’d loved him since you were sixteen and there were no signs that you would ever stop loving him.

“You’re still awake?” Jesper asked.

You hummed. “Couldn’t sleep,” you said. “When I get hurt, I find it impossible. Everything always hurts for the first few weeks. Then the pain dulls out a bit and I return to my normal sleeping habits. How was the heist?”

“Without you, it just wasn’t the same, really,” Jesper said. You watched him get up, watched him move so that he was sitting at the bar counter. “Missed you a lot, if I’m honest.”

“I missed you too.” You poured yourself a glass of brandy, grabbed another and poured Jesper a whiskey. “Tonight kind of sucked, honestly.”

Jesper laughed. “Oh, don’t even get me started.”

You scoffed, took a sip of your brandy where Jesper drank half the whiskey in his glass. “Easy day tomorrow, then?”

“We’re going to brunch. It’s been decided by yours truly, and any attempts to get out of it will be met with bribery to trick you into coming,” Jesper said. “When do we leave for Ravka?”

“Two days.”

“I am so excited,” Jesper said. “A vacation. Haven’t gotten one since we started.”

“We’ve gotten vacation days.”

“A vacation day once in a bloody blue moon is not the same thing as a vacation,” Jesper said. “Three weeks. We’ll be in Ravka for three weeks. No orders from Kaz, no Crow Club patrons who get so drunk that they make fools of themselves by spilling their beer down their shirts, no rival gangs or shitty coffee, nothing but bliss.”

You laughed. “You’ve thought this through.”

“Down to the last minute detail,” Jesper agreed. “Dancing in square is definitely in our cards again, though. That was fun.”

You grinned, remembering that day the year before. “Yeah. It really was.”

“That’s my sweater, isn’t it?” Jesper asked, hands beginning to drum rapidly against the table top. “I’ve been looking for that for an age! I must’ve forgotten having lent it to you.”

“I can give it back, Fahey.”

“Don’t worry too much about it, love,” there it was, the same heart-flutter you always experienced whenever Jesper called you that. “It looks a lot better on you, anyway.”

You snorted, taking another sip of your brandy. “Well, I really should be going.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Jesper said. “See you tomorrow. We’re getting breakfast.”

You laughed. “Bribe me with tea, or I’m not going anywhere!” You called as you walked up the stairs. You heard Jespers laughter in response, finished the brandy and let yourself grin. You walked back to your room, fell into bed and fell asleep soon after.

Over the following weeks, you gave Jesper a tour of your favorite spots in Os Alta. The cafe that you and Nina used to go to whenever you were allowed to go on trips out, the cliffside alcove you’d found, where you loved to watch the sunrise and sunset as it was accompanied by the waves that you held so dearly. You showed him your favorite shops, your favorite places to eat.

You laughed and danced when the violin music inevitably started up from somewhere, and you felt the closest to alive as you had felt since you’d left Ravka, since you’d joined the Dregs, met Jesper, and ended up where you’d been.

The mornings, you found, were becoming one of your favorite parts of your day. You and Jesper would wake and meet one another in the kitchenette in your hotel. You would make tea and Jesper would make coffee.

“What’s on the itinerary for today?” Jesper asked, adjusting the collar of the sweater he’d worn. “I think we relax for a bit. Visit the square for breakfast, find a spot and just exist for a while. I really loved the alcove you showed me last week. Grab a few blankets, a book and some good food, and we’re set to stay there until sunset.”

“That’s perfect. We’ve got some of the food we picked up from the markets yesterday, and I brought along a book as it was. A few, actually. Figured I would need a couple to occupy my time on the boat ride back,” you said. “Any ideas in mind for breakfast?”

“The spot near the eastern side? The one with the forest green overhang with the ketterdam style waffles?”

“Again, Fahey, that’s perfect. You’re perfect.” The words befell your lips before you could think about it, but Jesper only grinned, brushing them with a sarcastic quip.

“I know I am, love. You really don’t need to tell me, though the flattery is welcome.”

“Fool.”

“Best friend of a fool, then,” Jesper rebutted. You laughed, rolled your eyes, grin remaining on your face as you took a sip of your tea.

Thereafter, the both of you got dressed and went out, talking and laughing over breakfast before you grabbed a few blankets and some food to take with you to the alcove.

You spent the day reading and talking, making jokes at one anothers expenses as you always did. You laughed, joked and listened to Jespers voice when, after a while, he began to sing.

When sunset came, he sat next to you, the both of you watching the skyline.

“I love this view,” you said. “I used to love it before the war took over. The Darkling took so much from the citizens of Ravka with the creation of the Fold. Selfishly, I’m really glad that the Shadow Fold didn’t swallow this.”

“As am I,” Jesper said. “It’s beautiful out here. Spending the day here was well worth it. This entire vacation has been, I think.”

You hummed. “I’ve missed it here so much. I left when the war started, and I’ve spent my days yearning to be back here ever since. Ketterdam is incredible, and it is home, certainly, but it is just not this one.”

“I would come here every year, if it was an option,” Jesper said.

You laughed. “With the money we get from heists every year, it may just be. I’m still using the money from the Ice Court.”

There it was again, that catalyst. The one thing that could bring you both to silence, remembering that series of events and feeling intense gratefulness as you remembered that both of you had made it out, even if you had done so critically injured.

“I really would’ve lost it had you died,” Jesper whispered. “I would’ve been worse than Kaz’s nightmares. I would’ve ripped every single Druskelle in the Ice Court to shreds.”

“You wouldn’t’ve,” you said. “You just fancy the idea.”

“I would’ve,” Jesper said. “I don’t think I could manage a life without you in it, seriously.

“Do you aim to flatter me?”

“Always,” Jesper said. “You look cute when you’re flustered.”

You snorted, eyes going to the sunset. “Thank you, Jesper.”

“For what?”

“For saving my life that day. For saving my life so many times in the days since.”

“Always,” Jesper said.

You grinned.

“Always,” you echoed.

TWENTY

“Stop calling me an idiot,” you laughed, arm in arm with Nina as the two of you walked down Fifth Harbor. “Seriously. I’m not an idiot.”

“Only an idiot would fall in love with their best friend and still, even after five years, persist in their efforts to avoid telling him anything.”

“I’m only slightly idiotic,” you gave. Nina laughed.

“At least you see it, then.”

You shrugged as Nina opened the door belonging to the Kooperom. “I like to think I’m at least slightly self aware.”

She laughed again, unlinking your arms as the two of you approached the table, where Jesper, Wylan, Inej and Matthias already sat. Kaz sat down a solid second and a half before you did, almost making you jump in fear when you noticed his presence.

“What are you two discussing?” Wylan asked.

You shrugged, thanking Jesper as he mentioned that he’d ordered you a tea. “Nothing of real importance.”

“Nothing of real importance sure does create a fair bit of laughter,” Wylan said pointedly.

“Well, Nina has always been quite humorous,” Inej offered. You shot her a grateful look, which she only returned with a knowing smile.

From there, someone picked up the conversation, and your little exchange was forgotten. You and Jesper laughed, joked and drank more tea and coffee than what could possibly be considered the healthy amount.

“And then, there is the matter of Nina and Matthias’ wedding,” Wylan said. The matter brought you back into the conversation, ripped you from your reverie as you grinned. Nina and Matthias had been engaged for two months. Their wedding was to be ten months from then, a small ceremony that they were planning to have in Ravka. “Ten months out, Ravka, open bar, are you excited?”

Wylans words got Nina into a ramble, but you listened happily. Nina had been your best friend whilst you both lived in the Little Palace. Even despite the general clique-ness of the different orders, you always found yourselves together when your instructors granted you permission to go into the cities. She was one of the last people you’d seen before Genya had bought the boat ticket, had shipped you off to Ketterdam in the hope that you would’ve found a better life whilst things looked bleak rather than hopeful.

Eventually, the conversation shifted.

“Anything from Genya in recent?” Jesper asked, knowing that the two of you still sent letters through the Ravkan embassy.

“Nothing of importance,” you said. Nothing pertaining to anything that could’ve mattered to anyone aside from Nina. Information about Grisha that you’d helped free and get back to Ravka, back to the Little Palace, where they were safe and harm wasn’t a thing that was coming to them. “Minor stuff, about which I’ll update Nina on in a while, but no. Nothing that matters, if I can be honest.”

“If it matters to you, it matters to me.”

“And you say you aren’t in love with them,” Wylan said, shooting Jesper a teasing grin. He laughed, and you laughed, neither of you acknowledging the desire to verify the claim or deny it. “That might just be the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard you say, and I’ve seen you flirt your way into several drinks.”

You shook your head, grin on your face. “You’ll have to teach me, then.”

“This from the person who’s an expert at it? I watched you flirt a shopkeeper into a free bag of toffees for Nina whilst we were in Ravka last year, and just last week, you charmed your way into a free stack of waffles.”

“Which we split!”

“Yeah, and thank you for the mostly free breakfast, but you’re not the student, Y/N. You’re the bloody teacher.”

“I learned it from the best.”

“There it is again! The charms! I will not be beguiled by you over waffles.”

You shrugged. “Much too late now, isn’t it?”

Jesper laughed, bringing his coffee cup to his lips. “May as well be, I suppose.”

Inej shot you a knowing look once more. “We’ve somehow just discovered there are three flirts in this group rather than two! Wonderful, I might say.”

“I’m not a flirt, I’m just very convincing.”

Jesper snorted. “Yeah, like the time you convinced the shopkeeper to give you chocolates on a bet?”

“Kaz paid me a thousand kruge. I would do it again in a heartbeat.”

“Those chocolates weren’t worth the thousand kruge they cost me,” Kaz rumbled. “Never again. I would offer 250 kruge, at best.”

“250 kruge is still 250 kruge,” you said, shrugging.

The food was brought out, all of you ate, and breakfast was done. You walked back to the Slat with Jesper on your right, neither of you saying much of anything as you moved.

You got back to the Slat, retiring to your rooms with Jesper discussing the next heist. You grinned as you grabbed a book off of your nightstand. Even if he wasn’t your boyfriend, he really did make you feel like you were incredibly lucky to be able to call him a friend nonetheless.

You sighed as you woke, registering the sound of the waves through the open window, the scent that Jesper carried with him, the smell of cedarwood and gun smoke.

You knew it because you knew him, and you were almost entirely sure that you would know him in death. You would know him until you physically could not know him anymore, until the sound of his voice was forgotten by your ears and the distinctiveness of his scent was forgotten by your nose.

“Is everyone--” You found yourself trying to speak, though those were the only words you could manage before Jesper butted in. You couldn’t remember much, though you knew that there had been an explosion, and that, when you were to return to Ketterdam, you would likely never be allowed to set foot in the Wandering Isle ever again. Even despite Kaz’s best efforts, the heist had still gone sideways.

“They’re fine. Everyone is fine,” Jesper whispered. “Most of us had made it out before the explosion hit. The only other injuries we have on board are Nina and her sprained finger, Inejs dislocated shoulder, and a couple of painful bruises. Matthias popped Inejs shoulder back into place, the medik helped Ninas hand well enough. We’re all fine, Y/N. Everything is okay.”

You blinked slowly, found yourself wanting to close your eyes and rest them even still. You were awake, and though you knew that you should’ve been aiming to stay that way, you still wanted sleep. You practically yearned for it.

Jesper grabbed your hand delicately.

“Stop treating me like I’m an eggshell. I won’t break if you don’t be gentle enough, Jesper.”

“You almost lost your left lung. The bruises you sustained are some of the worst bruises the medik had ever seen, and even Nina, the optimist, was unsure if you’d make it. You’re not fine, and I will hold your hand as gently as I please to do so.”

“I resent you.”

“No, you don’t,” Jesper rebutted. “You love me.”

You hummed. He was right. You loved him, but he would never know the fullest extent to which you did.

“Thank you for saving my life,” you said.

“If you’d died, I would’ve ripped everyone to shreds. Kaz included.”

You grinned, let your eyes close. “Are you okay if I rest? Just for a bit, of course.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to be one focused on conversation. Sleep as much as you need.”

“Stay, Jesper. Please.”

“Always.”

TWENTY-ONE

In the year after the heist that had resulted in an explosion, things had gone well. You recovered well, visited a healer to see to the worst of your bruises but kept the scars you got from the shrapnel that scraped past your body on it’s way to the ground, the pieces of glass that embedded themselves in your skin from the windowpanes.

Trips to Ravka became semi-annual. You and Jesper had begun going every other year, and on the final day of August, you returned to Ketterdam after a month spent in Ravka and another spent in Novyi Zem, visiting Jespers father for the month because it’d been a while since they’d seen one another.

“You look happy,” Nina noted with a grin as the two of you arrived in the Kooperom. “Well rested, overjoyed, even happy, dare I say, to be back in Ketterdam after so long without being here.”

“I’ve missed it, I will say,” Jesper said as the two of you sat down. “Ketterdam is a second home. I’ll miss it when I go, I think.”

“You intend to leave permanently?” Wylan asked.

“Not at all, for the moment,” Jesper said, but you found yourself recalling the many conversations you’d had about such an idea.

Both of you knew that Ketterdam had morphed itself into a home in the six years since you’d begun living there, but you also knew that Ketterdam may not have always felt like that. You discussed leaving, going either as an individual or leaving Ketterdam as a pair, and in the end, both of you realized that you probably wouldn’t be. Ketterdam was a home, and until you began to grow sick of it, leaving would only ever be a consideration, perhaps never more than an idea.

“Good,” Wylan hummed. “I would grow to miss watching you pine after someone you could have if you only asked.”

“I would do the same,” Nina said, elbowing your arm lightly. You and Jesper both laughed. When a waiter came around, you ordered yourself a tea, and you and Jesper got a stack of waffles to split. Conversation began, and through the breakfast, it continued easily.

You and Jesper fell back into your same rhythm, talking and finding the conversation jumbled with jabs and banter, sarcasm dotted amongst it like almost all of your conversations were. The conversations with Jesper came easily, just as they had for as long as you’d known him.

“I do think it would be good idea to go back to Novyi Zem,” you said. “I loved it there. It was a wonderful time.”

“My father certainly wouldn’t mind your company again,” Jesper agreed.

“You’ve gotten yourself the Colm Fahey stamp of approval?” Nina asked, shooting you a devious grin with a look in her eye to match it. “Ah, I hear that such thing is rather difficult to come by.”

Jesper shrugged his shoulders. “He likes the lot of you well enough, apparently, and Y/N is a wonderful person, so it wasn’t really shocking, if I’m honest. I figured he would’ve liked them.”

Nina shot you a look, and you rolled your eyes. You already knew what she was doing. She’d been trying to do it for four years.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“You wouldn’t be,” Jesper said. “Seriously. Last words before we left? He told me to come again in winter. Almost tempted to take him up on that offer, thought about it a lot on the boat. Christmas in Novyi Zem is glorious, albeit not nearly as snowy as Ketterdam.”

You gave Jesper a grin. “I would love that, as long as we’re not intruding.”

Jesper shook his head. “He told me that he wouldn’t’ve minded if you came around again, too. Said that he thought you were good for me.”

“He told me the same. Said we seemed to be good for each other, if the amount of laughing we accomplished in contrast to the work on the farm was of any real indication,” you said, laughing slightly. “Oh, those days were fun. The jurda was good, too.”

“Eh, well, you can count on my father to get the first of his seed batches from good sellers,” Jesper agreed. “Made me bring some of it back, in case we were ever on night scouts for Kaz and need a kick to keep us up.”

“I’ll thank him when we go next, then.”

“November,” Jesper said. “Come back around early January. I’ll write to let him know we’ve taken him up on his offer.”

You grinned. “I can’t wait, then.”

Nina and Wylan both shot you looks that time, and you noticed the look that Inej shot Jesper, but such glances were ones that you both seemed keen on ignoring.

The breakfast finished up, and you and Jesper went in your separate ways. You went to the Crow Club to pick up a shift behind the bar, and Jesper went back to the Slat to enjoy his final day before he was back to bartending, per Kaz’s request.

Jesper found you nine hours later, mug of tea in hand as you sat on your windowsill, watching the sunset as it dawned across Ketterdam.

“Hey,” he said. You turned to look at him, gaze meeting his easily. “Figured you would be watching the sunset, though I will say, I did figure you’d be watching from Inej’s port at Fifth Harbor.”

“I wanted to have a night in, Jesper. Is that so criminal?”

“Not so criminal as our past actions, such as the many heists that we’ve helped Kaz pull off, the many heists that’ve resulted in you almost dying. It’s the two year anniversary of the explosion. I figured you would be thinking about that day, the days of the other heists in which you almost died, at some point. When we got back, I was almost anticipating it,” Jesper said. “You’re allowed to be upset with him, Y/N. Even as much as you’ve repressed that in the past few years. You’re allowed to be upset with the misgivings of those days.”

“I really don’t like that you can read me so well.”

“You love it, Y/N,” Jesper said. You scoffed.

“Fine, yes. I am thinking about it. And yes, Jesper. I thought about the Ice Court while I was working. I almost cut off three of Brekkers fingers for the miscalculations from that day. Thinking of it now, there is a part of me that wants to kill him even still,” you said. “But I will not, because he is my best friend, one of the only people in this city that I have found myself ready and willing to care about apart from you, and I understand that people can make mistakes sometimes and that the worst of those mistakes can be fatal.”

“I screamed at him on the boat,” Jesper said. “On the way back to Ketterdam from the Ice Court. I screamed at him because I thought it was reckless. I thought he was reckless, I told him that your life was worth more than all the money in the world and I berated him for not recognizing that.”

Jesper had known what would’ve happened if you’d died at the Ice Court. He knew it well enough because of how frequently the thought had come up. He would’ve become twice the ruthless man that Kaz was. He would’ve been broken, irrevocably and irreparably broken, and he would’ve killed every Druskelle that ever stepped foot in Ketterdam for any reason, regardless of what it happened to be.

“You matter more to me than anyone else, Y/N, and it’s quite so simple as that. I would tear the world apart just to find you in it’s depths. You should never expect less than that from me.”

Jesper watched you move, sitting on your bed with your mug of tea still in hand. He turned to go, stopped when he heard your voice.

“Stay,” you whispered. “I can’t be alone right now. Please, just stay.”

“Yeah,” Jesper agreed.

TWENTY-TWO

Since the anniversary of the heist in the Wandering Isle, you and Jesper seemed closer, an unspoken understanding having draped across the two of you at a point which neither of you could pin.

“You’re a lovesick idiot, is what you are,” Kaz said as he, Kaz, Inej, and Wylan approached a new, Dregs owned cafe that you’d purchased and helped run on Fifth Harbor. The waffles that were made by the cooks had been hand-picked recipes from a combination of different people in the Dregs, the coffee strong and the tea always made with two bags instead of one. “It’s about time you told them, don’t you think? Have you not found the right time after five bloody years?”

“No,” Jesper said. “That’s normal, though.”

“It’s not,” Wylan piped up. “It’s the opposite. Most people can only stand to pine for a year or two.”

“I’m different than most, I suppose.”

“In that you’re a lovesick idiot,” Kaz continued. “The Jesper I knew five years ago would’ve flirted his way into confessing the way he felt about Y/N by accident at seventeen years old and be engaged by now, in the least. You’re lovesick, idiotic, and you yearn like nobody I have ever seen.”

“What if they don’t--”

“They do,” Inej spoke. “You’re just oblivious, Jes. It comes with the whole lovesick thing.”

“It does not,” Jesper said.

“So then you admit to being lovesick?” Inej asked.

“I do not,” Jesper responded.

“He did,” Wylan said. “He just admitted it by accident. Congrats, Fahey. You’ve been in love with the same person for five years and haven’t done anything. Would you like an award?”

“I’ll take a free coffee,” Jesper rebutted.

“If you confess by the end of this week, Kaz will pay for the coffee you put in your coffee press for the next six months, and I’ll bring bourbon back from my voyages for you for the next year.”

“What if I don’t find the right time?”

“You will,” Kaz said. “Five years, and the right time is just waiting to be found, Jesper. I guarantee it.”

Jesper found himself at your side when the sun went down, the two of you drinking brandy as you talked. The conversation bounced from one thing to the next, and suddenly, you and Jesper found yourselves draped in silence.

It dawned on Jesper quickly. He’d waited five years to have the right time to confess. The right time was then. It had to have been, or Jesper felt entirely sure that he was going to explode, scream it from a rooftop so as to finally be able to say the words.

So, Jesper took a deep breath in. He took a sip of his coffee to psych himself out of nervousness, and when he met your gaze, he found that you were smiling.

“Can I tell you something?” Jesper asked.

You shrugged, taking a sip of your brandy. “Shoot, Jes.”

“I’m in love with you,” Jesper whispered. “I’ve been in love with you since we were sixteen years old, and I just never--I could never figure out how to say it. I wanted to find the right time but then I never did.”

Your gaze moved to your glass of brandy, grin beginning to pull at the right corner of your lip. Jesper watched a grin overtake your face, though you said nothing even still.

“I love you too, Jesper,” you whispered after a few minutes had passed. “I love so much that it used to hurt to think about. I have loved you almost as long as I have known you, and hearing you say that to me was a shock because I never thought you could’ve felt the same.”

Jesper grinned, laugh falling from his lips as you finished the brandy. “We’re both idiots,” he said. You nodded.

“We are, aren’t we?”

Jesper finished his brandy, set the glass on the floor to his right. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please do.”

In the next second, Jespers lips are on yours, and you notice that he tastes like gum, brandy and cigarettes.

When your lips meet Jespers, he tastes brandy, waffles, and a hint of the mint gum you chewed while you were working.

The thing that the both of you had in common in that moment was the relief that flooded your every sense, overtaken only by the joy that befell you both mere moments later.

Jesper pulled away, pressed his forehead against yours, grinning as he fought the urge to lean back in.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you,” you responded.

And, in that moment, Jesper was sure that his life was entirely too perfect, but he let himself enjoy it. He deserved a little perfection from time to time, and he let himself take it when you pressed your lips against his and his heart became so light that it could’ve floated out of his body and Jesper wouldn’t’ve cared because of how happy he’d been.

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