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thegreatstoryteller · 1 year

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The Great Shift: Speed Dating

Ok, so dating in your 30s can be hard. Even harder after the world has suddenly decided all of its inhabitants would suddenly swap bodies! If you thought it was hard to truly get to know someone before, it was nearly impossible now. You’d think that the differences and bodies people were exposed too would lead to more emotionally intelligent people, but no. Instead shallow just comes in all sorts of new flavors these days!

“Wassup I’m Aidan!.I’m 24, well now I’m 34 due to the shift. And well you can see I’ve got a lot of good assets to show.”

I rolled my eyes as this wannabe tough guy was trying to impress me. Sure he had an incredibly built body and intricate tattoos, but it was all surface level!

“Nice to meet you Aidan. You go to all of these speed dating events without a shirt?” I asked gingerly sipping my water.

“Only when I’m talking to a handsome guy like yourself.”

Gag. If I had a dime for every post shift hottie said that.

“Charming. So Aidan tell me about yourself. I mean before the shift what did you do for a living? What do you do now?” I asked.

He scoffs. “I used to be a computer programmer. You know boring office stuff. Then I swapped into this juggernaut and been living at the gym ever since. Quit my old boring work and been trying to become a trainer at my local gym.”

“So let me get this straight. You were able to sustain yourself on a safe indoor office job and now you’re trying to go into a new occupation you have no experience in because you want to flaunt your muscles?” I inquired further arching my eyebrow.

“Um... when you put it like that...” Aidan stammered looking called out.

“Next!” I rang the bell on the table signalling the rotation and the next person to join my table.

Aidan slumped his massive 6′5 frame away looking dejected, but as soon as he started flexing to himself he shrugged and moved on. Maybe another guy would like this wannabe muscle guy. I just hope he was so driven by those muscles he’d have the motivation to maintain them. So many people received huge powerful bodies, but without the knowledge to maintain them they just went to waste.

“Hey there sexy? Fred is the name, dating you is my game.” A beefy looking firefighter said, with a burgeoning gut about to strain his suspenders.

“Wow. Coming on a bit strong Fred. Please. Start from the beginning. Your name is Fred. Great. What’s with the fire fighter attire? Are you a fire fighter or was your body a fire fighter before the shift?” I asked wincing at this cringe intro.

He smiles and strokes his beard appreciatively while at the same time flexing his beefy arm. “Well I’m not... yet! This body used to be the best firefighter in the district! Then all of a sudden the shift happen and I go from university student studying engineering to the most buff in shape guy with 6 pack abs I’ve ever seen!”

I look down and notice the obvious lack of abs. “Ok. Makes sense... so now you’re trying to be a firefighter? Just like your body before you. That’s... noble. I’m really glad to see you give back to the community.”

Fred smiled. “Thanks! I’ve been trying for awhile now, but I can’t get through the physical test! It’s like I’m not as strong as the guy who used this body. Weird. Right now I mostly play video games and stream shirtless in these suspenders. My viewers love seeing me. I’m FireXFighter69 on Twitch and YouTube! Check out my video on-”

“Next!” I say ringing the bell once more.

“Damn. Didn’t work out... are you gonna finish your food there? You hardly touched it.” Fred pointed at the snacks provided at the table.

“Sure Fred. Good luck on your next date.” I said as Fred left with the plate of food.

Some people could be oblivious of their own faults and try way too hard. Am I asking too much for people to just be honest and not hide behind some sort of facade? I get people can be nervous, but it’s certainly better than trying to get to know a character who isn’t even real.

“Hey there bitch!”

“You’re hot as fuck and I know you need a real man to show you how it’s done.”

I didn’t know how to respond to such an abrupt entrance. I thought Aidan was cringe, but this guy was a whole new level. Flexing in my face, flipping me off, calling me names? Was he trying to neg me in less than 5 minutes?

“I can see you’re stunned by my natural masculinity. I don’t blame you. I’m an older guy given a second chance in this buff young jock. I found myself out of shape at 50 thrown into this guy mid football game. I’m no stranger to the gym so i just buffed myself up even more than that kid could. Now I’m here and ready to fuck you. So. What do you say? Wanna get out of here and ditch all these idiots?”

“Next! Sooo much next! You don’t get to dominate the conversation like this And you are NOT the type for any reasonable person here. I hope you find some sub willing to put up with your shit.” I retorted with a glare.

I see the guy in front of me blanch embarrassed! “Bastard! You’d be lucky to have me. I oughta!” He raised his hand to slam the table! Or me! But soon security escorted him out.

“I.... wow. That’s the worst one to end on. But I might as well go. There are clearly not any guys for me here.” I was about to get up when this cuter guy came over.

“Hello! I... wow. I saw what happened. Great job for standing up to that guy. He seemed like such a creep. I’m Elijah by the way... were you heading out?”

I was caught off guard. This man was so handsome! He wasn’t posturing like the rest, but I still he was making an honest effort despite his trepedation. His voice faltered a bit, but its deep resonate tones made that sound sweet. He was holding himself in a reserved posture, but even as he nervously clasped his hands I could see biceps raise and strain his shirt.

“I was... but I think I’d like to get to know you. I’m Omar. I just turned away a few guys who were being absolute jerks. How about you? Elijah was it?” I said a bit blushing.

“Yeah! Well I recently graduated post great shift. I finished my last semester at the local community college in a new body. I’m in my neighbors body. Big guy! Great beard, but I’m still getting used to maintaining it. I’ll admit. I’m working part time at the local library till I find a job more suitable for what I studied in school. I’m 22, but my new biological age is 35. I do some painting in my free time and love exploring new parts of the city now that a lot of it has been rebuilt since the shift.” Elijah explained.

“Oh! Have you checked out the bar across town? It used to be a gay bar called The Tank! Now it’s changed its name to The Sea! Since there’s so many more sexualities represented there!” I offered.

“Haha! Love that. That’s clever! The tank has gotten bigger! I get it! I uh... Maybe you and I could continue our conversation there, over drinks?” Elijah blushed.

“I’d like that. Let’s get out of here!” We both stood up and took each others hands. Gosh his were so warm. Not to mention they felt so strong. He’s got quite the grip! I took a few steps so enamored by him I nearly fell, until he caught me in his arms. My face went right across his chest as I looked up to him before standing back up.

“Thanks for the catch. I uh.. Wow. You’ve got quite the cologne. What’s that scent?” I asked so curiously.

“Oh! Sorry!” Elijah was blushing even more. “I’m not wearing any. That’s just how my body smells. Hope it wasn’t bad.”

My eyes widen again. “It’s fine. Perfect actually. I love it. Lead the way Elijah.”

Elijah giggled. Hearing such a deep voice let out something so whimsical was the cutest thing I’ve seen tonight.

“I feel so lucky walking out of this place with you Omar.” Elijah said.

“Oh come on. I’m sure you would’ve found an awesome guy to spend then night with. You’re quite the charmer.” I retorted.

“I’m not the one looking like Henry Cavil!” Elijah laughed.

We both laughed. It was true. Ever since I looked like a celeb dating has been so hard. People try so hard to impress me, that it was such a breath air to talk to Elijah like a normal person.

“Well tonight I really do feel like the man of steel because you are making me quite hard.” I smirked at Elijah, now blushing to the max.

“I... I... normally cheesy lines like that don’t work on me, but coming for you I.... gosh let’s get to that bar!”

We ended up walking aware from that speed date very satisfied. Perhaps even the hot people need help finding love after the shift. Who knows. I never said I was perfect, but tonight I sure am excited to see how far Elijah and I go!

#The Great Shift #body swap #thegreatstoryteller #race change #racial change

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hush-writes-preg · 23 days

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When the war started, the King put a great effort into expanding the kingdom’s military. You were completely disinterested, until you heard he was seeking more knights for his castle. The promise of a life of leisure would be alluring to anybody, and you knew the chances of any enemy reaching the castle was quite low. It seemed like a great option for you- you were a skilled fighter already, and you weren’t close with anybody in the kingdom, not even your family.

It didn’t take long for you to adapt to life in the barracks. You lived comfortably, as you hoped. The other knights were kind to you, and when you crossed paths with the King’s servants, they were as well. There were few rules that actually mattered to you, with many of them just being common sense. The only real downside was the boredom.

You weren’t alone in feeling that way. You could hear the servants and your comrades together almost every night, and it was a miracle to you that no one ever broke the King’s most emphasized rule: no children. Because of that rule, no one dared to talk about their nighttime adventures, just in case word got around to the King.

Knowing you’d likely be safe even if one of your friends caught you, you felt a little bit less nervous about courting with a specific older knight who’d caught your eye since day one. She was certainly beautiful, and skilled, but most importantly to you, she was trans too. From the beginning, she could understand you better than anyone else in the castle. You talked about your family situation, and hers was similar. You vented about the social isolation, and she knew just how lonely you felt. She knew you were scared of some people knowing, and she was scared too.

You didn’t have to ask if she’d ever played with anyone else. From the way she acted when you admired her body, you could tell that she’d never been treated with such affection. You wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of her gorgeous body, late at night, somewhere private where you wouldn’t be found. And she let you.

Again. And again, and again. It was a wonderful way to escape your boredom, and neither of you could get enough of eachother. Even though you technically weren’t breaking any rules, so long as you never got pregnant, you appreciated that none of the other knights or servants ever said a word about it. Months passed, and the King never heard a thing.

You talked to her a few times when you were alone, about what each of you wanted after the war. You dreamed of a comfortable house, with a garden. She dreamed of a family. Both of you thought that maybe, just maybe, you could help eachother live those dreams, as partners.

Still, that would be after the war, which didn’t show signs of stopping anytime soon. It had reached the point where every month or so, the King would deploy his castle’s knights to help defend neighboring kingdoms’ royals, but almost everyone came back safely. Almost. A few times, your comrades returned with wounds, and though it was never deadly, it reminded you that your job was dangerous.

Whenever your partner was chosen to leave, you’d spend the night beforehand in bed together for as long as you could both stay awake. You never knew how long it would be before you’d get to see eachother again, so you wanted to make the most of your time together. You were still careful not to break the rule, but you could tell that it was getting hard for both of you to keep control, especially her.

You shouldn’t have let her drink the night before she was last deployed. You knew deep down it was a bad idea to let her in you while she was intoxicated, but you could never resist her. Unfortunately, you were too busy whining and moaning underneath her to remind her to pull out. The next morning she was extremely apologetic, but it was too late to do anything but hope for the best.

You were quite lucky that many months later, your belly was still hardly noticeable, especially under your armor.

You were quite unlucky that many months later, your partner had not returned. She was among a handful of knights who’d gone missing during an attack in another kingdom. You knew you likely wouldn’t see her again, but you couldn’t handle that thought when you had her baby in your womb.

All you wanted at that point was to find a home with her and raise your kid together. Without her around, you weren’t sure what to do about the baby. You couldn’t leave the castle to take care of it, or you may never see her again. You couldn’t raise it in the castle, or the King would have your head.

Feeling as though you had no other choice, you planned to stay in the castle for as long as possible to wait for her, and then… figure something out when you couldn’t anymore.

So you waited, expecting your belly to be noticeable before long, but if any of your comrades noticed the swelling, if any of them noticed your symptoms, they kept your secret. You were surprised but relieved by how little you grew over time. At night when you were alone, you’d rub your rounded stomach and whisper praise to your baby. The longer it took to be noticeable, the longer you could stay and wait.

When you realized it had been nine months since anyone had seen your partner, you felt a sense of dread. Your baby would be coming soon, and you still didn’t want to leave this life behind. There was still hope, however. Just a few weeks later, a group of your comrades was scheduled to return from that same kingdom. If your partner was ever going to come home, she’d be coming home with them. You figured you could wait just a few more weeks.

But your baby couldn’t. Of all the days to go into labor, it had to be that day. You could only act normal for so long before you’d have to find somewhere to hide from everyone else. If the King found you, you’d be dead.

I am finally releasing this beauty into the Tumblr-sphere, because damn. This is gorgeous. I feel so honored to have been the recipient. I know that I selfishly hoarded it for a long time, but such things deserve to see the light of day.

You are welcome in my asks any time, Anon! 💖💖💖

#hush answers #this one's a keeper #hot damn #fantasy pregnancy #historical pregnancy #trans pregnancy #pregnancy kink #ftm pregnancy #mtf pregnancy #nb pregnancy #male pregnancy #mpreg

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yamcha-thelonewolf · 5 months

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🫀The Heart's Savior.

Today I want to discuss a fairly complex topic that I will have to divide into three parts. I do not know when I will publish the remaining two, but I will certainly try to be as quick as possible to complete it as soon as possible. Well, the title of this topic is clearly a pun. King Kai would probably love it, because as you can imagine the word "heart" is musically related to the word "earth." This creates a close connection between two terms that are absolutely linked in Dragon Ball. The point is that in our story we often talk about earth's saviors, which is normal since the goal is to save the planet at all costs. However, it seems to me that nowhere is it written that only muscles and ultra-powered energy balls are always needed to protect the earth. Sometimes the heroic gesture happens even beyond the battlefield, and it does not even have to be addressed to the whole world. It would be enough to help even one person, and that could make all the difference. From this point of view Yamcha has done a lot, but unfortunately his good deeds have always gone unnoticed or foolishly ignored. So today I will try to bring back to the forefront his personal heroism, which as far as I am concerned had its little best between the Androids Saga and the Cell Saga.

I will divide the three parts in a temporal sense. The first part will be about the past, the second part about the present, and the third part about the future, so that it will be very clear to everyone how Yamcha's contribution has seriously saved the whole arc of Dragon Ball.

So... Let's not waste any more time!

Are you ready, wolfpack? Let's get started!

PART 1: The Past.

In order to better understand all that will follow, it is good to specify once again what Yamcha's role in the story consists of: he is basically a support. This does not mean that his character automatically takes a back seat, but simply that his personality causes him to behave in a certain way, surely different from all the other warriors who immediately take the field. Many people laugh that Yamcha is a coward who prefers to shy away from battles, but that is not true. Yamcha is there. He has always been there, and no matter what, he has always tried in his own way to help.

Few people notice it, but I cannot help but realize how in these two arcs he has fought the most dangerous battle of all. No, guys, I am not joking or overestimating the character. Keep following me and you will understand better.

The chapter "The Past" is perhaps the one that most shows what I think, as well as the most important. Here we will talk about the one and only Goku, who has been part of Yamcha's life since the days when they were a child and a young boy respectively. You know, the one between Yamcha and Goku is a long-term friendship. Think of it, it is even longer lasting than the friendship between Kuririn and Goku, since he met the bald kid some time after meeting the desert bandit. I know that time is relative when it comes to relationships, but I only want to emphasize this precisely to point out how much more intertwined Yamcha and Goku's lives are than you might think. For this reason, Goku won the first chapter. It is a symbolic way of saying that Yamcha cannot help but give thanks to his past.

Let's go in order.

The Androids and Cell Saga is certainly one of the most fascinating and memorable. The plot is considerably more intricate, a historical enemy, the Red Ribbon Army, returns, and most importantly we have the full Z-Fighters for the entire duration of the story arc. What is most beautiful is that everyone, in one way or another, makes a contribution, even those thought to be "weaker". For example, Tenshinhan's intervention trying to stop Cell's second transformation from absorbing Android 18 is unforgettable.

But... what about Yamcha? It really seems that he did not do much in the battle, but that is not the case. Well, he certainly fought less than Piccolo and Vegeta, but that doesn't mean he helped less than the others. First of all, we must take into account an absolutely essential event that strongly influenced Yamcha's future actions: upon the arrival of androids 19 and 20 he was the first to risk death. No, I should correct myself: he almost died. Had it not been for the Senzu bean, he would surely have died within a very few minutes, and even if he eventually survived, that does not mean that Yamcha has forgotten the pain he felt from that horrid hand completely perforating his chest.

This is a a full-fledged trauma. Not only that, it is also an epiphany for him, because at that moment he realizes that he is unable to cope with two such terribly strong monsters. Think how discouraging it must have been for him to have to accept the fact that he was knocked out practically at the beginning. If we then want to add that all this coincides with the separation from Bulma, which he certainly did not take well, let us say that this period was not the best for his already fragile personality hidden behind his great charisma.

However, a little later something extraordinary happens. It is a scene that I personally find as moving as it is realistic, simply because Yamcha proves once again that he is the most human of all. Unfortunately, this scene is seen by everyone as Yamcha's usual ridiculous moment, but the truth is that this is where he demonstrates all his greatness. I'm talking about the time when Goku suddenly gets sick from the disease and someone necessarily has to accompany him home to start treatment. Gohan is the first to offer, of course he is his father and cannot do otherwise, but he is immediately stopped by Yamcha who offers to do it for him.

This is the first time ever that Yamcha puts aside the pride that has often made him tenderly cocky and admits in front of everyone that he is the weaker one. I would have many things to say about this consideration of him, because I strongly believe that his problem is precisely that he has come to hasty opinions of himself precisely because of his fragile personality, but I will not discuss that now. Here, an interesting point is that he calls it pathetic to stand aside, but he is very wrong. There is nothing pathetic about accepting one's limitations and giving way to someone more capable. It is also a very good strategy. If Gohan had left, the chances of others being defeated would have been much higher. Taking away a strong member of the team would have only made things worse, so it makes sense that it should have been the least strong person to leave. This to me is the most exemplary test of courage of all. In Dragon Ball we have always seen proud, swaggering characters constantly bragging about their strength, but few times have we seen someone take a step back because staying might have only gotten in the way. The hole in his uniform is the greatest demonstration of this. You can see that he is ashamed of it, that a silent anger simmers inside him and that all the frustration accumulated over those years has reached its peak, but boy, let's just say that in saying that he is more badass than those who do not accept being second best. That's why I say Yamcha is incredible. He is the only one who took a step backward, not knowing that by doing so he was able to go beyond. This is the way of life. At some point you stop running aimlessly, you look inside yourself, and you realize that in order to move forward you must also know how to go back. That's what Mr. Popo had told him to do, but he was too young and blustery to listen to him. And that's okay. He's a human, let's never forget that.

I could end here. Yamcha leaving the group and entrusting the mission to heroes stronger than himself, but this is where the fun begins.

Just before getting up in the air, Piccolo warns him that there may be a risk that Goku's illness may be viral. This means that Yamcha, being in close contact with the infected, risks contracting the virus as much as the saiyan did. Actually, it is not confirmed anywhere that the virus is contagious. Piccolo assumed this from Trunks' words when he explained to Goku what would happen in a few years.

We only know with certainty that senzu can do nothing against this disease and especially that not even a super saiyan can recover from this illness. Did you get it right? This means that an earthling is totally unable to survive this disease. I mean, if a saiyan has no chance, a human being is triply doomed. We are back to square one. Yamcha is risking his life again, and this time against an absolutely unbeatable enemy that has defeated even Goku. Do you understand? Goku. If there was a margin of possibility to beat the androids, in this case it is completely impossible. So by agreeing to help Goku, consequently Yamcha also agrees that he can surely die. But this time he is not backing down. This time he is sure of what he is doing, just because his greatest goal is not to survive and avoid death but to support in his own way. Coward, huh? From here it is clear how dying is not his problem at all. Or rather, it is, but it does not matter if it means helping the one he loves and, in this case, the one who could save the entire planet.

This is how Yamcha's true nature comes out. Actually it is possible to notice it long before, but this time it is practically evident. I imagine him constantly searching for his place in the world, but the truth is that he has already found it, he just hasn't realized it yet. He hasn't realized that his job on the team is precisely to take care of everyone, even more than a magic bean can. It is a shame that even the authors did not realize this aspect of him. What the hell... Seriously, did no one notice how heroic Yamcha was at this point in the story? He remains there with him, keeping vigil for his friend, and with great bravery faces a battle in which emotions are also at stake.

The scenes in which Chichi and Yamcha care for Goku are among the sweetest in all of Dragon Ball. Yamcha is not required to stay because Chichi is already in the house, but he once again makes himself available to help as much as he can. Notcing how Goku struggles in pain, Yamcha's strength may be needed to block the saiyan and prevent him from unintentionally hurting himself or Chichi. What's more, assuming a worsening of the disease, thanks to the ability of flight Yamcha could transport him anywhere else in no time.

In some ways, he is also taking care of Chichi. A wife who sees her husband in so much pain can never cope alone, she needs support, comfort, someone to tell her that everything will be all right, and Yamcha is absolutely perfect for this role.

No one else among the Z-Fighter would be able to instill serenity in Chichi as Yamcha does. His patient, friendly temperament, always ready to reassure anyone, has surely prevented her from any crisis or attack of fear. One can well see how Yamcha's sensitivity goes beyond fine words. His mental elasticity leads him to reason quickly about all possible eventualities, so without a second thought he even suggests that Chichi take the medicine with him. Yet more proof of how he really loves everyone.

For example, this is a scene that explains very well what I mean. We're talking about filler, but I don't care. Whoever decided to do them must have understood that Yamcha deserved more. It is only a small detail, but at least it is highlighted how Yamcha's presence was crucial for Chichi and Goku himself. Here we can see Goku once again being sick, so Yamcha warns Chichi to retrieve the medicine again, but when she rushes to look for it she cannot find it, perhaps because she is so panicked that she does not understand anything more for a few moments. Sensing her confusion, Yamcha turns toward her and in no time comes to her rescue, pointing her to the exact spot where the medicine is. She grabs it and so Goku can once again stop suffering. I like to think that Yamcha's sixth sense, or ultimately his well-developed spirit of observation, helped him easily memorize where the medicine was at that time. His cool-headedness, coupled with his gentleness, were definitely a staple in Goku and Chichi's most intimate and fragile moment.

He also does so during the Cell Game, and this time together with another great character who deserves equally: Tenshinhan. This is one of my favorite scenes. Two great friends of Goku, initially villains and then both reformed to become his allies, stand before Goku when he is in trouble, to protect him from the Cell Juniors. It doesn't really matter that they are not strong enough to defend him forever, but just being there for him, acting as his human barrier, is one of the best moments. When I say that they could create a lot of good content for Earthlings, I am also referring to these kinds of scenes. It would be nice if they could recapture the atmosphere of this arc, where everyone lends a hand and everyone fights in their own way, even if they don't necessarily win.

Well… I know I've said as much as I know I could still say as much. I would just like to point out something. Doesn't it also seem to you that Yamcha is a bit like a guardian angel for Goku? Pay attention to that. Yamcha took care of Goku at the very time when he was most vulnerable. This shows how he has always been that big brother to him who has always watched over him. He took care of his heart at a time when not even a senzu could help him feel better, and going back to the past… He took care of Goku even in his most unconscious state, which is when he transforms into the Great Ape. The first time, being the only one who realized that his weak point was his tail, he had managed to stop him by cutting it off with Puar's help. But it is when Goku transforms for the second time that Yamcha shows off all his love for his friend, running up to Jackie Chun to stop him from hurling the kamehameha at the monster.

In the end, the moon was the target, but Yamcha and the others certainly could not have imagined that. I find it extremely emotional to see him desperate and ready to even hurt himself in order to prevent the death of his little friend.

As you can see, protecting Goku has always been part of Yamcha's instinct, and it is a pity that many have forgotten or ignored it. He is the character who most of all is moved by love, in every possible sense.

Therefore, while someone else gets the title of Earth's Savior, Yamcha absolutely wins that of Heart's Savior.

He's not pathetic. He's a true hero.

Well thank you, guys, for getting this far, whoever did it. Stay tuned for the other two parts of this topic and remember to never stop loving this beautiful wolf!

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mikwaa · 10 months

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Hi!

May I request what Heizou and characters of your choice will react when being asked by their lovers what makes them fell in love with readers? And asking them what moment they realized readers are the one? (kind of like soulmate or something)

Thank you very much! I love your works!

A/n: Hi hi dear! Thank you very much for the compliment, I appreciate it! Thanks for the request, and I hope you like it!<3

Featuring: Childe, Heizou, Zhongli, Diluc

Warnings: Sfw, but suggestive on Diluc and Childe's part.

Childe:

You were preparing the food in the kitchen, anxiously waiting for your partner, all because you wanted to ask him a rather important question. What was it? Well, you wanted to know what had made him fall in love with you. The fatuus who was crazy about battle and family, who was always fighting with every being he met. Who was very unconcerned with those around him, including those he worked with, besides that he traveled a lot and met a lot of people. So what had made him fall in love with you? While you were deep in thought, a pair of strong arms grabbed you around the waist, "My sweetheart, are you doing something for us?" "I'm making us something to eat." He nuzzled into your neck, kissing it lightly. "You know, I was thinking about something." You murmured, and just by saying it he was already curious. "What?" He rests his chin on your shoulder, turning his attention to you. You turned to him, glaring, "What made you like me?" His face wrinkled, somehow he was confused by the question. Wasn't it obvious? "What can I say? You're different, I've been interested in you since the first time I saw you." He still frowned, still a little puzzled by you asking these things out of the blue. "I'm not satisfied, elaborate more." You said playfully, but you really wanted to know what had made him love you. "God, you're pushy." Running his hand through his hair and smiling he tells you. He rested his forehead on yours, holding you as close as he could, "I never had a perspective on life, always wanted to give my family a good quality of life and that was it. But when you came along, I started to see a better future, things started to make sense." His eyes that always reminded you of the deepest parts of the ocean, that blue that made you immerse yourself in the beauty that they possessed. But now you could tell they sparkled, whenever he talked about you his eyes sparkled in pure ecstasy. And you couldn't have been more surprised, that the cold fighter, one of the most feared harbingers had a soft side for you. Not only that but you meant a lot to him, more than he could ever imagine. He didn't like to say that things didn't make sense to him, he always liked to look right in everything he did. But there was no sense in keeping this pride with you, after all you were the reason he looked to the future with confidence. "You never fail to leave me speechless." With a brief smile you say, gently caressing his face. He chuckled, "Sometimes I think I don't tell you enough how much I love you." "The way you look at me is enough." And you grinned like a fool. "Maybe I have better ways to show it." And he kissed you passionately without hesitation, squeezing you tight and holding you close to him. There are many ways to show love for someone, and Childe had many ways, whether physical or in words, but certainly today, he would use physical means to show you how important you were.

Heizou:

You got some time off today, and decided to go to the office where your boyfriend Heizou worked, to bring him some snacks. "Oh? What do I owe the surprise?" That was the first thing you heard as soon as you entered his office. "I came to bring you a lunch, I made it myself." You cheerfully give him the package with the food. "You're the best." He says and seals your lips with a gentle peck. And you silently sat down on one of the chairs and waited for him to finish eating, though there was one question that was pounding in your head. And Heizou apparently had realized that you wanted to know something. "I know that look on your face, what do you want to ask?" He knew you so well that you didn't even need to speak, he would know from your every expression. "What made you realize that you loved me?" Suddenly you ask, just like that. "That's a good question, but I'm not sure I have an accurate answer." And he took the detective's posture, placing his hand on his chin thoughtfully. "You always have an answer for everything!" You protest playfully. He chuckled, "I just don't want it to be a simple answer." He thought for about two or three minutes, and in the meantime he gently stroked your hand with his thumb. Then he looked up at you, with a furtive smile on his lips, "You're like a mystery case that I want to unlock all the secrets of. Maybe it sounds cliche, but you're a box of surprises to me. Which makes me more and more interested." From the way he spoke you had no doubt, the way his eyes glittered in pure joy as he spoke of you, was more than enough of an answer even. "So I'm the most interesting case you've ever had?" It sounded strange to be compared to a case, but it was strangely comforting. "It was just a comparison, but you are the most important thing to me. You're too special, I can't tell you how important you are with words alone." He whispers to you as tenderly as possible. His eyes were filled with all the love possible, and yours were too. "You're sweet when you talk like that." You say with a wide smile. He was always careful with his words, especially with you. "You'll embarrass me if you keep looking at me like that." With a slight pink tinge to his cheeks he says. And then you squeezed his cheeks, "You'll be even cuter." "You just can't help yourself, can you?" He returns the smile and gives you a quick, tender kiss. Slowly running his fingers through your hair, while gently holding you close. You smiled quietly, and he gave you another long, passionate kiss, this time more intense. This was just one of the ways he showed you how he felt, apart from all the pampering he gave you. You can be sure that he would come up with a better answer to your question, and leave you even more surprised.

Diluc:

It was very late, but you were waiting for Diluc to get home. It was common for him to arrive late like this, because besides the tavern he spent a lot of time defending the city of Mondstadt. No matter what time it was, you always waited for him before going to bed, and today you also added the fact that you wanted to ask him a question. Diluc was always very closed and direct, but with you he was a bit more relaxed. But since you started to be together, he had never told you what made him fall in love with you, and today you, for some reason, have this doubt in your mind. And as soon as you heard the door open you ran to greet him. "Are you awake at this hour?" He murmurs low, as if he were grumbling at you. "Waiting for you!" You quickly answer him, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. He grunts in disapproval at your being up until this hour, but would gladly accept all the affection you can give. "I asked Adelinde to leave some food for you, you always come hungry." You say as you take his hand and begin to guide him into the kitchen. "Knowing you, you're pretty electric. Did something happen?" It wasn't too hard to notice, since he always came home late and you were very tired. But today you were having a little trouble feeling any sleep. "I think it's just insomnia." You say, but it still doesn't seem to convince him. "Luc…" You call him once more, "What made you fall in love with me?" And you sounded so interested. He swallowed hard, looking at you a little confused. In fact he hadn't even thought about it himself. "Why this question all of a sudden?" And you could hear the reluctance in his voice. "I just wanted to know, you never told me about it." You say it with a pout. "You're different, I can't quite explain it." And you could see his cheeks starting to turn red. "Different how?" You were impulsive, now that he had started to talk you wanted to know everything. "You're just adorable, and you've been occupying all my thoughts. You're all I can think about." The blush on his face growing even more, you could tell it was already almost the same shade as his hair. But how could he explain it? He only knew that he loved you very much, didn't know when or how it started, all he could say was that he was crazy in love with you. "You're so cute with that reddish face." You tease as you squeeze his cheeks. "You're to blame for that." He says as he tries to hide his face. You grab him by the chin and give him a sweet, passionate kiss. He pulled you close, bringing your bodies together. From the firmness of his hold, you could already tell what he was getting at. You could already tell that it wouldn't be long before he took you to his room upstairs, where he would show you all his love for you. He might not be the best with words, but he would find an even better way to show you how much he loved you.

Zhongli:

Now you were heading towards where Zhongli worked, he had asked you to go to your shared house and get some papers to give him, and so you did. But on the way you overheard a cute conversation between a couple talking about how and when they fell in love, and you were curious to ask Zhongli the same question. And as soon as you arrived you went straight to his office, which as usual was stuck reading those seemingly endless contracts. "Here are the papers you asked for." You gently put everything on the table where he was working. "Oh yes, thank you, my dear." Briefly taking his attention off the papers and giving you a sympathetic smile. "May I ask you something?" You sneak a question, hoping you're not in the way. And then he turned his body toward you, now you had his full attention, "Do it." "So, I heard a couple talking about how they fell in love, and it made me curious. When did you realize that you loved me?" You were incredibly anxious for an answer since this was something he had never told you. He straightened his posture, placing his hand thoughtfully on his chin, "Oh? I never really stopped to think about it, there are several aspects of you that have always caught my attention. Hard to decide on just one." "But what struck you most about me, like, what made you think I was the one." Your curiosity was blatant. And he was silent, thinking, thinking, and thinking. Then answering, "Everything." Then he added, "Everything about you is special, I don't know what in particular." He looked at you with a gentle smile growing on his lips. You were flattered by the answer, but it still wasn't enough to satisfy your gigantic curiosity. "All I am…" You murmur softly. He takes your hands, gently caressing them, "If my answer wasn't enough, perhaps I should be clearer." He brought you closer, so that only you could hear what he would say next, "You bring me peace, soothe my soul and my heart. You're the one who makes this simple life worth living." Your heart seemed to skip a beat, as you squeezed his hand even harder. "I don't know what else to say." Your voice was filled with emotion, hearing these things made your heart warm. He chuckled, "Your expression is already a great answer." You smiled, smiling like a fool at him. "You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, my beloved." That was his last sentence before he pecked you, and then affectionately placed his forehead against yours. You didn't need to hear anything else, his sincere words were already more than enough to make you understand how important you were to him. How much he loved you, and would do anything to show it.

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iguana-braces · 2 years

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Enigmatic (Rooster x Reader) 18+

Gods forgive me as this is my first time writing narrative smut in…. a long time. -- Masterlist

Description: You and Roosters firsts; first meeting, first kiss/first time ;) (f!reader, porn with the barest hint of plot, the La Croix of plot)

Warnings: Explicit 18+ content, oral sex (m! and f! receiving), vaginal sex, mentions of alcohol, explicit language

Word Count: 2k

Note: Shout out to imaginesbyhaley and ceasersaladslut for informing me Rooster drives a Bronco!! Updated to reflect this crucial information.

MINORS DNI, 18+

Walking in like he owned the place, with a Hawaiian shirt, aviators, and that mustache… It might’ve been the fact that you were on your third vodka soda, but you just had to know who this joker was.

Sidling up to him as he ordered at the bar, you remarked, “Hey, I think the 80’s called, they want their aesthetic back.”

“Ha-ha, that's hilarious,” he replied with a wry laugh. “But it was funnier the first four hundred times I heard it.”

“Damn. Well, it certainly does work for you.” The 80’s had contributed a lot of positive things to society; great music, pretty good movies, neon. And while this specific look hadn’t previously been among that list for you, this random bar stranger was changing that. Perhaps it was because his thin, low-cut tank top did little to hide his surprisingly muscular and tanned chest.

The man turned towards you, looked you up and down, then smiled, apparently pleased with what he saw. “Is it working for you?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your best friend, who’d been watching this interaction from down the bar, snort over their drink. You almost didn’t know what to say at this sudden change of direction. Well, maybe it wasn’t so sudden, you hadn’t been very discreet about ogling his pecs.

“I… decline to answer that.”

But it did work on you, well enough for you to allow him to drive you and your friend home after your night out. This random guy’s Jeep was far cheaper than an Uber, which negated the equal amount of risk of getting into a stranger's car.

After dropping your friend off first, he parked in front of your apartment. Pretending to fumble with your seat-belt, you waited for him to make the first move, but he remained quiet. Shit.

“By the way, the answer is yes,” you started.

“Hm?”

“You asked if this look was working for me. It is.”

He smiled and nodded. “...I’ll keep that in mind. Have a good rest of your night.”

You couldn’t hide the shock on your face. “That’s it?”

“Well, you gotta leave ‘em wanting more.” And by god, did you want more. But apparently he was set on being a gentleman, not one to give it up on the first night. “I'll see you around, hopefully.”

You did see him around, sporadically, and which was when you finally learned his name was Bradley Bradshaw. Brad².

“Yeah, my parents were real funny people,” he had noted in response to your snicker. That was another clue you picked up on, his use of past tense when referring to his parents, but you’d let that remain a story for another time. You also learned he was a fighter pilot with a penchant for impromptu karaoke and a voice like butter. All of this was adding up to paint a picture of a strange but insanely intriguing man.

You wanted to know everything about him, where he was coming from, where he was planning on going next. The two of you ended up spending many a night talking on the beach until the sun started to rise.

But the most recent thing you learned about him was revealed during a rousing rendition of Lady Gaga’s “You and I”. When he wasn’t looking at the piano keys, Brad was looking directly at you over the frame of his lowered aviators, like he was… singing to you? Was this song supposed to be about you and him? You had to look away, hiding your face in your hands as you blushed furiously.

After the way he shot you down on that first night, you’d come to accept that talking would be all the two of you would do. But apparently this had just been one hell of a slow burn. Two could play at that game.

After his performance, you slung your purse over your shoulder as he approached you at the bar.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

“This early?”

“Yeah, I have to get up early tomorrow. Could I get a ride?”

“So… Lady Gaga,” you commented

“Hey, it’s a good bar song. People can clap along, sing along.”

“And that’s the only reason you chose it?”

“Well… it’s not the only reason.”

He didn’t elaborate further, only smiling. Trying to get a straight answer out of Bradley in regards to his feelings about anything was like pulling teeth. But at the same time, you weren’t about to spill your guts to him first. He hit on you first, then shot you down. Then he serenaded you and now… silence. When he pulled up in front of your apartment this time, your seatbelt gave you no trouble.

"Well, thanks for the ride." You didn’t wait for a response before you climbed out of the car.

“That’s it?” he called after you. You rolled your eyes, walking around to the driver’s side, leaning on his open window.

“I don’t know, is it? Are you ready for 'more', Lieutenant Bradshaw?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Well, then the night is still young.”

The second your apartment door closed, you walked him back towards the wall and kissed him. He tasted like beer and the mint gum he’d been chewing in the car. At least one of you had planned ahead for this. Was this his game all along, draw things out and then strike when you least expect it?

You couldn’t let your mind be clouded with thoughts like that as you slipped your hand under his shirt, running it over his skin to his muscular back.

Barely breaking the kiss, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, his sunglasses clattering to the floor somewhere.

"I gotta use the bathroom first."

"Good idea."

Quickly, you did your best five-minute shave job and freshened up. By the time you returned to the bedroom, Bradley was sprawled across your bed on his back, looking at the pictures and artwork on the walls. Trying your absolute hardest to look sexy, you crawled up between his legs, drawing his attention. As you unbuttoned his shorts, he lifted himself so you could remove them, along with his underwear. He wasn’t fully hard, probably because you spent a little too long in the bathroom, but you could tell this would be a satisfying night.

"Like what you see?"

"I'm just glad it's not a full-on 80's bush."

"You're welcome," he laughed.

Dicks had a very standard manual of operation. You suck the tip, lick it, stroke the shaft, don’t neglect the balls. The guy will usually say if they want it harder, slower, softer, faster. And of course, there’s one thing they all seem to love. Slowly, you worked down the length of his dick, taking as much of it into your mouth as possible, which was almost all of it. As your nose brushed against his pelvis, Bradley’s head fell back and he sighed into an, "Ohh, fuck."

Encouraged by his reaction, you pulled back for a quick breath, then quickly deepthroated him again, and again, eventually getting into a rhythm. His hand gently pressed against the back of your head as his breathing became deeper, deep "Mmh"s rumbling from his throat. When your jaw started to hurt, you returned to what you’d been doing at the beginning, aided by nature’s alternative lubricator: saliva.

"Stopstopstopstop,” Brad gasped after a few more minutes, gently pushing your head back. “Oh, fuck."

"What, too much?"

He didn’t respond for a minute, staring up at the ceiling as his breathing slowed. Finally he sat up. "Well, I don't wanna finish before we even start. Your turn, up here,” he stated, patting the bed next to him.

"I have a better idea, lay down again."

It had been all you could think about while you were blowing him. The way his mouth hung open as he sighed and quietly swore, watching what you were doing. You knew exactly how he’d repay the favor. As soon as his back hit the bed, you swung your leg over him, straddling his face.

“Oh. Got it.”

"Gotta put that porn-stache into action."

Bradley chuckled. “You know what? I’ll take that. Lieutenant Porn-stache, reporting for duty. And it looks like it’ll be a smooth ride today,” he said, running two fingers through your already slicked folds.

After whispering a silent prayer of please let him be good at this, you let him pull you down to his mouth, which began licking stripes over and around your clit. Every once in a while, he’d stop to gently suck on it, his tongue flicking over the bud repeatedly in the most obscene fashion, like he was drinking the god’s nectar. One of his hands ran up your leg, grabbing at your ass as you grinded against his tongue.

The visual of him between your legs was just as hot as you’d imagined it to be but suddenly, you wished you had been lying down for this as you struggled to stay upright, leaning forward against the wall for support.

As the pleasure became more intense, you instinctively tensed, almost pulling away, but Bradley firmly held you in place as your orgasm hit. Crying out, you were practically whimpering as the man below you did not let up as wave after wave washed over you.

As you fought to regain rational thinking, you barely noticed him lift you just enough to slip out from under you. Only when he returned from the bathroom, drying off his face with a towel, were you able to acknowledge him again.

“Did you have a nice ride?”

“Oh, it was just lovely.”

“Glad you enjoyed it.” He kissed you again, although now his mouth tasted overwhelmingly like you. “Ready for one more?”

He laid down next to you again and you realized his intention. “But I was just on top!”

“And maybe that’s where I like you to be,” he coaxed, grinning at you.

Looking into his dark eyes, you knew this argument was a lost cause because he looked so damn cute when he smiled like that, how could you say no? And again, your mind was getting ahead of itself, picturing what was about to happen. And it wasn’t a bad picture at all.

But your legs still felt shaky as you spread them, again straddling him, this time positioning yourself above his erection. Your hands resting on his broad chest, you slowly lowered yourself onto him, feeling his cock fill you up.

Stutteringly, you began to ride him, attempting to gyrate like those pornstars do and clearly struggling. But Brad didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he helped. Gripping your hips, his hands guided your movements as he thrust upward against you. It was slow going, but the two of you were able to find your own rhythm and steadily picked up the pace.

Soon, your own libido took over, urging you to ride him harder and faster and it no longer mattered if you looked like a pornstar because the way you were moving certainly made you moan like one. Briefly looking down, you saw Bradley’s eyes roaming over your body, but mainly fixing on that space between your legs.

"Like what you see?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I really do," he replied, looking up into your eyes. Somehow, that felt like something more than just his lust talking. If only he would use his words, but that would be an issue for some other time. Right now you were only fixated on how good this all felt.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Where's my phone?"

Luckily, it was on the bed nearby so you didn't have to break your connection, only momentarily slowing down your movements. Holding his phone up by his face, he said, "It's on video, keep going."

You returned to your previous speed of bouncing on his dick, eliciting genuine moans from you. But you also knew you had to play up for the camera and give him something worth watching when he was gone.

"Now I know why they call you Rooster," you said loudly in your most sultry voice. "Cuz you have the best cock around."

You barely finished the sentence before bursting into laughter.

“Goddamnit.” But Bradley was laughing too, shaking his head. “That was bad.”

“Yeah, okay, Lieutenant Porn-stache. You close?”

“I can be.”

Despite your enjoyment, you could feel yourself tiring. Brad turned off his phone, which had been recording the ceiling for the last minute or so that his attention slipped, and tossed it to the side.

"You gonna take a screenshot of that, print it out? Put it in your cockpit?"

"Uh, no, because I need my blood to be going to my brain so I don't fly into a mountainside."

"Fair enough."

"But I'll get plenty of use out of it, don't you worry. Come’ere."

You leaned forward, laying down on top of him. His arms wrapped around your body, the two of you kissing as you slowly moved against each other. The night’s events briefly replayed in your mind; the song, the jokes, the way it felt to be in his arms. As frustrating and enigmatic as he was, it felt like everything was falling into place, exactly where it should be.

“Should I pull out?” he muttered against your lips.

“No, I’m on birth control.”

“You sure?”

“Mhmm.”

His hands resting on your rear kept you in place as he picked up the pace. Pleasure began to form in your core again and soon you could tell he was close too, the feverish way he drilled himself into you. His lips left wet kisses down your neck as the two of you held each other as tightly as possible, hips grinding against each other relentlessly. You let your head fall into the mattress, panting and moaning against Bradley’s shoulder. Slick sweat started to coat your skin where it met with his.

Finally, his hips slammed into yours just a few more times, hitting just the right spot as you both reached your peaks. Your gasping swears were accompanied by his stifled groans against your ear, his cock pulsing inside you as his movements slowed.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, feeling the rising and falling of each other’s chests as your breath evened out. You could’ve fallen asleep like that, resting on his shoulder, if it weren’t for the uncomfortable way your legs were pulled up under you. When you finally raised your head, you saw your lovely lieutenant had indeed fallen asleep.

“Are you serious?”

He blinked awake, turning towards you. “Did you say something?”

“What, you cum and immediately pass out?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he scoffed, “That doesn’t sound like me.”

“You don’t know what I’m talking about because you were fully unconscious.”

He shook his head, waving a dismissive hand in the air. “Nah, I don’t believe it. Fake news.”

“Fuck off.”

He was frustrating and enigmatic, but you couldn’t deny, he was exactly where he should be.

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footprintsinthesxnd · 1 year

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Callsign ‘Troublemaker’

Pairings: Jake Seresin x reader

Summary: When Bradley Bradshaw meets his namesake. Part 1 ‘Next Thing You Know’ can be found here or on my master list.

Warnings: mention of parents death, has a happy ending, Bradley and Jake bromance

Huge thank you to @callsign-phoenix for proofreading for me.

The days at the hospital seemed to drag by and Jake couldn’t wait to get his wife and son home and settled in. When the day finally came he was so jittery and excited that (y/n) had to tell him to calm down as they got into the car.

“Jake, chill out. You have so much energy. What's gotten into you?” You laughed, settling into the passenger seat, still sore from her surgery but growing stronger by the day.

“I just can't wait to get him home, into his little room.”

Jake had spent so much time decorating the nursery. He had gone for the theme of planes, of course. The walls were alive with all the different aircraft on a beige background. The little wooden cot was nestled in the corner and above it hung a mobile with little jet planes on it. Bradley had found it online and now his namesake was going to enjoy it.

The drive home was slow, Jake barely going about 20 mph. “For a fighter pilot, you certainly don't know how to drive fast, the speed limit is 40, Jake.”

“I know. I know, but we have precious cargo,” he said, glancing into the backseat at your sleeping son. He looked so peaceful, tiny hands scrunched up by his chubby face, little eyes closed tightly. Jake had been your rock during the first few days of parenthood. He took to it like a duck to water and he loved every moment of it. During your pregnancy, Jake had read all the baby books he could get his hands on but the thing he enjoyed the most was skin-to-skin bonding time. You often found yourself waking up in the hospital bed to see your husband slumped in the chair, shirtless and with your baby boy resting on his chest. The sight of them together made your heart swell with love.

When you pulled up the driveway, you sighed with relief. It felt good to finally be home, in your own clothes and your own bed. Jake rushed around to help you out of the car and lead you to the front door before going back for Bradley. When you opened the front door, you were met with loud cheers. The Dagger squad had crowded into your small living room, cheering and clapping as the couple entered with their newborn. Phoenix stepped forward and embraced you tightly. “God (y/n), don't you ever do that again. You have no idea how stressed I was.” She rambled, continuing to hold your shoulders firmly.

“How do you think I felt, Nat? She's my wife.”

“She was my best friend first, Bagman.” you laughed, smiling at her.

“I'll try not to do it again. I promise.”

“You better had.”

The great of the squad all greeted you, hugging the new parents and making a fuss of the little boy. Even Mav was in his element, humming quietly and rocking Bradley gently after he started crying.

“You’re a natural, Mav,” you said quietly, watching over his shoulder at your sleeping son.

“The old man's still got it in him then.” A familiar voice said from behind you. Turning you came face to face with Rooster. He wore one of his signature Hawaiian shirts, a bunch of flowers in one hand and a book in the other.

“Mum always told him that Mav was good with me as a kid. Apparently, he was one of the only people that could stop me from crying if I had a tantrum.”

“I still can.” Mav joked, gently placing your son back into his arms before greeting Rooster. Once Mav headed over to talk to Phoenix and Bob, Rooster approached you.

“How is the little troublemaker getting on?”

“He's good. Keeping us on our toes but we wouldn't have it any other way.” You looked down adoringly at your little boy, who was still peacefully sleeping in your arms.

“And more importantly, how are you feeling, (y/n)?” He placed his hand on your arm supportively.

“I'm tired and still a little sore, but mainly I'm just relieved.” you smiled up at him. “I wanted to thank you for everything the other night, Bradley. I know that we couldn't have done it without you, Jake especially. I'll never be able to repay you for it but just know that it meant everything to him that you were there.” You gave him a side hug, careful not to wake the sleeping baby in your arms. Bradley hugged you back gently, placing a soft kiss on your head.

“Honestly, it was nothing. I’d do it all again in a heartbeat, anything for my wingman. Although I hope I never have to. Keep out of trouble, (y/n).”

You nodded, “Thank you, Bradley.”

You stood together silently for a moment before Bradley realised he was still holding the gifts. “Oh, these are for you,” he handed you the bunch of flowers in his hand. They were stunning, a mix of all different colours.

“Oh thank you, you didn't have to.” you told him. “Jake, could you pop these in some water for me?” you asked, passing the flowers to your husband.

“Sure,” he took them from you and placed a kiss on your cheek, before turning to Bradley.

“Hey, Chicken.”

“Hey, Bagman.” The two men greeted each other with a hug before Jake disappeared into the kitchen.

“I umm... I also bought this. It was something my Mum and Dad did for me when I was little and I've treasured it ever since my Dad died. I just thought you could keep all his memories and pictures in here and if anything happened...” he stopped himself seeing your worried face. “Not that anything will. I will look after Jake with my life if I have to. I just thought that if anything did, at least he will have all his memories of Jake in here.”

Bradley handed you the book and you sat down in the chair, placing it carefully on your lap. It was a brown leather photo album.

Engraves on the front in gold letters read:

‘Baby Seresin’s photo album’ and underneath it read: ‘Callsign - Troublemaker.’

You gasped, placing your hand over your mouth, tears filling your eyes.

“Bradley, this is beautiful. I can't believe it... I love it, Bradley, thank you.”

You stood up, embracing him tightly as a few tears escaped down your face.

“Hey Bradshaw, are you upsetting my wife,” Jake called jokingly, coming over to join you. You showed Jake the album, trying to dry your eyes. Jake stared at it silently and you watched as a few tears slid down his cheek.

“Roo, I...” he choked out, trying to find the right words. Bradley could sense how choked up his friend was and placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder.

“It's ok, Jake. I know.” Jake nodded and pulled Bradley into a hug.

“Thank you, brother,” he mumbled into Bradley’s shoulder. The two men embraced before pulling apart and Jake composed himself. You could see the look that passed between them, it was something more than just friends. You always understood the importance of having a wingman and that when they were flying Jake and Bradley always looked out for each other. Bradley was as much part of the Seresin family as his namesake.

“Ok enough of the chitchat. When are we going to find out this little guy's name? I know it's a good callsign, but I feel like we can't keep calling him ‘Troublemaker’ forever.” Phoenix exclaimed from across the room, pointing amusingly at you and Jake. “Spill the beans.”

With your son resting in your arms, you took your husband's hand, squeezing in gently.

“Should we tell them?” You asked.

“YES!” a chorus of shouts filled the room as the crew gathered around.

“Well,” Jake began, clearing his throat. “(Y/n) and I came up with so many names but when it came down to it, there is only one name that we felt would truly fit him. So everyone…”

“Meet Bradley!” You both said together, excitedly revealing your son's name to the group. Everyone was silent until Bradley spoke up.

“You… you called him Bradley. You named him after me.” His voice was shaky and you could see the unshed tears glistening in his eyes.

“Yes, Brad. After everything, it’s the least we could do.” Bradley nodded slowly, a large smile growing across his face. You both grinned back at him. Jake wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“Thank you, Bradley.” He said, smiling gratefully at his wingman.

“You’re welcome.” With that little Bradley let out a small cry before he unleashed an earth-shaking wail. You began to rock him gently, trying to comfort him.

“I think your namesake wants you, Roo,” Phoenix said, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“His name is perfect, (y/n).” She said, smiling at you.

Bradley held out his arms and you carefully placed your son into them. He rocked the baby slowly back and forth, humming the song that Mav had earlier. The little boy’s cries became quieter until they were just whimpers. “Well, little man, I think we are going to have a lot of fun. Don’t you, ‘Troublemaker’.” Little Bradley cooed, lifting his tiny hand and wrapping it around Bradley’s thumb.

The rest of the squad was congratulating the Seresins, but Jake wasn’t paying much attention, he was too busy watching his wingman with his son. The two most important men in his life shared a very special moment. Jake knew he’d won the jackpot when Rooster became his wingman, but he didn't realise that he was also going to gain a best friend and godfather to his son as well.

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#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #next thing you know #hangman x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader

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allykatsart · 11 days

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What if fallen Emily decided to go down the Paradise Lost route and declare war to heaven? And Vaggie and Charlie have to stop her before she does something stupid and dangerous that would doom her?

I can't say much about Emily because, while this may not be the path I go down, I also don't want to spoil anything. However, I will give my thoughts on one thing.

Hell should not want a war with Heaven

I have several reasons for this thought, not just that war is bad. Firstly, Hell's Population is lower or equal to than that of Heaven's. Heaven also has access to more resources to fight with. While the demons in hell can be cruel and powerful, there are just as powerful beings in heaven.

Even though Charlie won her battle, in a full on war between Heaven and Hell, Hell would likely lose. While I would love to see cathartic retribution, logically it just... Wouldn't work as well as one would hope. Here's why.

Population

In terms of soldier numbers, Heaven has more souls. Not to say that more souls go to Heaven than Hell, but Hell has been suffering through extermination depleting it's populous for eons. In Episode 3, we are told that 19% was a brutal percent of the population to be killed in extermination. Even if we assume that 10% is usual for the exterminations (it may be a bit low) 10% over thousands of years would reduce Hell's population significantly.

Even if we are to assume that people go to Hell more than Heaven, the souls in heaven don't die and Heaven's population is ever expanding. Plus, people in hell seem to regularly kill each other in power grabs and use angelic weapons to do so. The exterminations have already done their job in handicapping Hell's power.

Resources

"Angelic Steel isn't common."

We hear this from Camilla Carmine, the expert in angelic weapons. In Hell she is the best source of this resource, which is the only thing that can kill angels. The only source of angelic steel is uncommon in Hell and much is unknown about it.

In Heaven, however, we see every angel in the angelic army with a white, steel tipped weapon. Even the name, Angelic steel, hints that this resource originates from Heaven. Heaven has the means to arm itself, even if it doesn't teach it's fighters how to defend themselves.

Speaking of teaching, if there was a side to teach a large number of its populace how to fight, which would be better at organizing to do so? We have seen the power structure of hell and how little people care about the royalty there. The overlords own souls, but they're divided. Heaven already has a force that is organized under a single leader, Adam. United we conquer, divided we fall.

Powers

We've seen Adam and what he can do compared to a regular Angel. No one but Lucifer stood a chance against him (RIP sir snake boi). We don't know if there's more like him in heaven, but we do know there was that heavenly court, and that they seem to be at the same level or higher than Adam. While Lucifer could certainly handle them one by one, he also would have to deal with Sera, who seems to be above him or equal to his power.

Conclusion

While it was empowering that Charlie kept most of her friends alive, in a full on War between Heaven and Hell, Hell would lose. Carmilla Carmine and Zestiel were right to be cautious of jumping to war. Doing so would be short sighted and, in the end, what would the point of it be? To overtake Heaven and make it as bad as Hell? It's not a question of bravery, it's a pointless endeavor.

Charlie wasn't being naive when she tried to go the diplomatic route. She's being pragmatic. Perhaps in an overly optimistic way, but solving this with violence is not going to turn out good for anyone.

#hazbin hotel #fallen Emily au #ask #answer #headcanon #opinions

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itscherrylipsforme · 1 month

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Did not expect: Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader

Blurb. Reader is a "gold star" student and a good influence for him, but also a hardcore rock lover. Slightly spicy at the end so +16. Incredibly self-indulgent

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If someone had asked Rodrick what type of girl he was into he would have answered that any groupie nice and enthusiastic about him enough would play the part. After all he was sure that thousands of them would be after him the moment Löded Dipper became a smash. What certainly did not expect was... Well, falling for you instead.

And he did not mean that to sound rude. It's just that you were not in his plans (he barely knew if he had one most of the time, but if he had it you were definitely not in it). He couldn't find the way to put it in better words. You were not his type, wait no... That wasn't the truth actually. You were, but not in the way he had expected.

In one of his meeting with his bandmates they started to talk about their "dream girl". Among other less innocent requirements Rodrick added this two: "Great music taste" and "must copy with my humour". You had both, nevertheless he still believed himself to be out of his mind when he realized he had caught feelings for you.

He had seen you around in High School, it was weird to someone not to know your name. Popular was not the word he would use to describe you. Surely you were not among the people in the top of the social pyramid. Known, that was what you were. Perfect student. Nice most of the time, sarcastic and witty when needed. Most of the teachers relayed on you if they required a tutor for some of their students. That's how you started to properly talk with him.

He did not expect you to find him sitting in the library with his black headphones on. He hadn't planed that you would be his last opportunity to pass literature this year. Yet you were, so he waited for you to come. Same way he wasn't aware that his headphones weren't fully connected to his mp3. He did not expect that the drums' beat coming from there was quiet enough not to anyone else in the library to notice, but you.

"Hawkins is the best drummer ever, just after Roger Taylor of course" He did not expect that you would say that as you left your books by his side of the table.

"What?" A small confused smile appeared in his lips.

"Taylor Hawkins I mean" You shrugged "You have a great taste, I love Foo Fighters too. The Mp3 was unplugged, that's why I heard it. I thought it could be a good icebreaker to start with. Y/n by the way"

He wanted to come up with an intelligent remark, ask more about which groups you like it. Yet he couldn't bring himself to do it, your words had surprised him more than you had expected. A whispered "I am Rodrick" and a nod was all you received as an answer. Books were opened, and you decided to start working.

Surprisingly, in the following weeks Rodrick did not only manage to learn more about the subject he was struggling with, but also about you. A strong bond was created with the time. Gifted CDs with songs he thought you would like. Singing 18 by Harbour in the front passenger seat of his van. Shared glances and jokes. Being one of the few people allowed to his band practices and that he really feel comfortable talking to... Beautiful things and memories that only made you closer. Feelings that neither of you was ready to stay out loud until one day he did.

At his house. You were trying to teach him how to do his eyeliner properly, as he still needed more practice. Eyes glued to each others, your hand resting in his face to keep him in place, your focused expression too cute to resist... So he just did it, kissed you out of the blue like his life depended on it. And instead of pushing him away as he had predicted, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Hands tangled in his messy hair. The eyeliner pen long forgotten, and the make-up scattered around his face, but neither of you cared about it.

Yeah, Rodrick Heffley did not expect to fall for you. He did not foresee that you would be the one he introduced to his parents. He did not anticipate that his first official girlfriend would be called a "good influence" by his mother. Neither would he have guessed that he would end up dating the nerdiest and prettiest girl in High School to his eyes. It was astonishing that he actually smiled when you played with Manny and told him tales. And that he was not so annoyed with Greg when you were the one listening to his multiple complaints about High School. He was not prepared to giggle like he was crazy every time "Walking after you" came on the radio, and he daydream of having you on his arms.

And yet, you had a few surprises left for him to find. Late at night, coming home from a small gig his band had had. The house just for the two of you as the rest of his family was visiting his grandfather. He had to deal with a serious "Use protection" coming from his father so they could finally let you stay with him.

A trail of kisses from his lips and cheeks to his neck, too messy and sweet to ever forget them. Muttered "I love you"s. He was playing with the hem of your shirt until you nodded giving him permission to toss it aside. He certainly did contemplated the idea of finding a lacy pinky bra below the leather jacket you had borrowed from him. Furthermore, he wasn't prepared to find it so hot and cute at the same time.

"You know what, pretty girl?" He whispered as he started kissing your collarbone "You were unexpected. But what a wonderful surprise you are"

#rodrick x reader #rodrick x y/n

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raspberryfingers · 1 year

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A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 16)

WARNING: Gore, Ellaria Sand post Oberyn's death

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I was walking in the garden with Tywin, and it was a beautiful day out. For once, it seemed rather quiet in the gardens, which I attributed to people being so busy with Tommen and Margaery’s wedding.

But, after what Tywin and I had done last night, I assumed he felt it was only the gentlemanly thing to spend some time with me this morning.

And, chatting with him while I held his arm was never something I got tired of. It made me proud to walk on his arm, especially knowing that there were so few people he’d ever let touch him that way.

“I’ve gotten word of some group, called the sparrows. A bunch of religious fanatics, followers of the seven,” he told me, irritation clear in his voice.

“Do you think it’ll amount to anything?” I questioned, not sure whether or not we ought to be worried about them.

“No, not so long as I’m alive. If it does, it won’t for long,” he scoffed, looking around the garden. I only smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder.

We walked a bit more, finding ourselves in a more secluded area. When we were, Tywin stopped and kissed me. It was rather random, but there was a sense of fun in kissing somewhere so open.

“You shouldn’t do that,” I said with a smile, pulling away after a few moments.

“No, I shouldn’t,” he muttered, arm still around my waist. He looked at me for a moment longer and then offered his arm again, continuing to walk with me.

“Lady (Y/N)!”

I turned my head, finding Jaime coming up to the two of us. I was surprised to hear him call for me and not his father.

“Ser Jaime, is everything alright?” I asked, still holding his father’s arm as I turned around to face him. He approached us, swallowing and then sighing.

“Yes, I uh- well, I’m afraid I have a favor to ask,” he said awkwardly. I watched Tywin raise an eyebrow in the corner of my eye.

“Which is?”

“Perhaps we could speak in private?” Jaime requested, and I knew it would not go over well. I had a feeling Jaime knew that too, but took his chances.

“What requires discussion that your own father can’t hear?” Tywin asked snidely, a sharp edge to his voice. Jaime opened his mouth and sighed.

“Cersei has received what she believes is a threat. Myrcella’s necklace in the jaw of a metal snake,” Jaime said, hands clasped behind his back. My eyebrows lifted a bit, wondering how I came into this.

“And this is Lady (Y/N)’s concern, why?” Tywin inquired, rather tense beside me.

“Cersei wants Myrcella home, and I’ve… I’ve told her I would do it. But I obviously cannot do it alone,” Jaime said, raising up his golden hand.

“And you’re asking me to accompany you?” I asked, wondering if that was his meaning. Tywin looked furious.

“I’m asking Tyrion’s sellsword, Bronn, to accompany me as well. He’s a bit of a character, but ultimately a skilled fighter,” Jaime explained.

“No. You will not take her with you. If you’re stupid enough to desire taking on this ‘mission’ yourself, you most certainly will not put Lady (Y/N) at risk,” Tywin said, fire in his eyes as he looked at his son.

“She’s the best fighter in King's Landing! I’m in more danger than she is, really,” Jaime tried to reason, making Tywin chuckle and look away, face finally twisting with annoyance.

“Good.”

Jaime looked at Tywin with wide eyes, and I could sense deep down he was hurt. I placed my hand on Tywin’s shoulder and stepped forward.

“Jaime, if I were to say yes, you do realize I’d have to miss my sister's wedding, don’t you?” I said, pointing out something that was quite a matter of interest to me. The only Tyrell present at my sister's wedding would be my father, and that was not ideal.

“I understand that, yes. It’s what I thought would be your biggest problem. I know it’s unfair of to ask, but-“

I shook my head, already decided.

“I’ll talk to my sister first, but with her consent, I will go with you, Jaime. I’ve met Bronn before, he’s quite good. I’m sure the two of us plus you will do just fine,” I said, making Jaime nod.

“Thank you, I-“

“No. You are not going, (Y/N),” Tywin scowled, grabbing my arm. I gave him a look, sighing.

“I’m not going to get myself killed, Tywin. I told you after the fight and I’m going to tell you again, I’m not a slave here,” I whispered, and Jaime awkwardly looked away. There was a bird chirping somewhere, and he seemed intent on figuring out where.

“And what if you did get yourself killed? What then?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed with frustration. There was a slight twitch in his eye, and I knew he was afraid.

“I’m not going to. Trust me, two men need a woman to help them think. We’ll be safe, Tywin. I promise. You know I never break my promises,” I assured him, taking his hands in mine. He looked me over, face tense and body language nervous. He turned to Jaime then.

“If anything should happen to her, you’d better pray I never see your face again, let alone hear your name,” Tywin threatened, staring his son down. Jaime swallowed and nodded. After a few moments, I cleared my throat.

“When do we leave?”

“Ideally, this afternoon,” Jaime said, clearly dreading annoyance or anger. I merely nodded. I would talk to Margaery and all would be well.

“I’ll see you at the docks, Jaime,” I said, dismissing him. He quickly left the two of us alone, and Tywin sighed.

“Are you going to listen if your sister tells you she wants you here?” He asked me, knowing me quite well. I smiled and looked down.

“No, probably not. I’ve already been to her other two weddings, I’m certain she’ll get through this one without me. But… Tywin, if anything should go wrong, can I trust you to look after her? My father is not… the most competent man, and Margaery’s safety and well-being is of vital importance to me,” I said, wishing to make certain we were on the same page about this.

Tywin nodded, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Despite his nerves and agitation, he would at the very least do what I’d asked of him.

And to me, that meant the world.

—————

Bronn had joined our group quite willingly, and I suspected a major factor—besides the money Jaime promised him—was me.

Normally that kind of flirtation would’ve bothered me, but Bronn was so damned funny I found I didn’t even mind it.

“Say, do you think your old man will cut my head off if I call ‘er pretty one too many times?” Bronn asked Jaime, looking over at me. I was leaning on the railing of the ship, and I suspected they didn’t realize the wind was blowing in my direction.

“I think you’d better hope he never finds out you’ve done it at all. You ought to be more careful flirting with ladies, you know,” Jaime warned, also taking the chance to reprimand him.

“I don’t think she minds, she’s been laughing at all my jokes. Your father might have all the money and all the brains a highborn girl requires, but I’ll bet you she doesn’t smile much with that sour prick.”

“Hey, he’s still my father. Watch your mouth.”

“Pardon me, my lord.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I listened to their banter. It reminded me of my own men, if I was honest. Banter like that was something I’d long been familiar with and quite enjoyed. Though, Bronn truly had no clue how much I did smile and laugh around Tywin. There was no harm done in letting him think he was special, though.

Currently, the three of us were taking passage on a ship. Once it got close enough to Dorne, we’d row to the shore from there and make our way in from the coast. We expected we’d reach that point any minute now, thankfully.

I was getting awfully bored of being on such a dull ship. Not to mention, I did miss Tywin. Of course, it had only been a week or so, but knowing that it would likely be several more before I saw him again was difficult for me to bear.

“Lady (Y/N), it’s time.”

I turned around, finding Jaime right behind me. I nodded, following him as a smaller boat was lowered into the water. Carefully, he went down, followed by me and then by Bronn.

“You know, my lady, I’ve been meaning to tell you that I watched your fight at the tourney. It was quite impressive, I must say,” Bronn revealed as we got settled into the boat. It seemed I was going to row with him, as Jaime couldn’t with one hand.

“I’m glad you thought so, Ser. It’s probably the best fight I’ve ever had. Though, most of it was no competition at all,” I said, grinning at him. He laughed and nodded.

“Never thought I’d live to see a girl as pretty as you be so good at fighting,” he flirted, making me raise a playful eyebrow.

“I’m afraid I’m not as good at rowing,” I remarked, waves quite rough beneath us. I couldn’t recall a single time in my life I’d ever had to row a boat before. There was always room for self betterment, though.

“Well, that’s alright. Give me your oar, I don’t mind,” Bronn said, reaching out. Jaime merely groaned, clearly tired of watching his friend flirt with me. I didn’t mind though, it was at least entertaining if nothing else.

“I’ll do no such thing. I ought to learn how, after all. I’m not always going to have men like you around to do it for me,” I shot back, making him chuckle. The light flirtation didn’t mean anything to me, as I was quite certain Bronn knew nothing would come of it. Nevertheless, he was certainly a charmer.

“The two of you ought to quit that, I’m going to regret bringing you,” Jaime interrupted, disgust visible on his face.

“We’re just joking around, Lannister. The lady here is Lord Tywin’s, I know that. I may be stupid but I’m not that stupid,” Bronn scoffed, making me smile into my lap. It certainly was something to be having secret—well, they weren’t really that secret—relations with the most formidable man in Westeros.

“I’m not having any relations with Lord Tywin, you know. They’re merely rumors, and quite ridiculous if you ask me,” I said after a moment, making Bronn laugh and shake his head.

“You’re not fucking Lord Tywin and I hate brothels and money,” he said simply, leaning back as he rowed. Jaime looked vastly uncomfortable, and I merely sighed. I could see my own breath, oddly enough. The Starks were right.

Winter was coming.

“If you’d like to believe it, Ser Bronn.”

“Well you haven’t lifted your skirts for me, and I think that says enough. Most ladies grow up all proper and boring, and the second they’re around a man like me-“

“It’s worth noting, Ser Bronn, that I personally do not believe myself to be proper, or boring for that matter,” I interrupted, making him smile.

“No, I suppose not.”

Our boat reached the shore, and Jaime helped me step out onto the sand before pulling in the boat with Bronn. I looked around, trying to see if there was anywhere that might be good for us to sleep.

I made my way up one of the dunes, finding a nice little dip for us to stay without being seen.

“Boys, over here,” I called to them, watching their heads perk up in response. They both looked at each other, and then made their way over to me. I smiled as they struggled to make it up the dune.

“I figure we can stay here tonight, it’s not obvious,” I said, to which Bronn nodded.

“Aye, good find m’lady.”

We carefully stepped down into the small valley and set ourselves up there. The top I was wearing cropped above my stomach, but was thankfully long sleeved and hooded. There were also two leather straps across the front, providing a bit of extra support. I was also wearing rather light, baggy pants that went just above my hips, supporting my belt well. And for shoes of course, I had a nice set of leather boots which were worn down enough to be quite comfortable.

As far as weapons, I’d brought both of my daggers, but I’d opted for my old sword, as I feared a giant Valyrian steel sword might be distracting. The daggers were tucked away, and therefore not much of an issue.

“Lady (Y/N), if you get cold in the night, feel free to cuddle up next to me. I won’t complain,” Bronn said, grinning as I undid my belt and let it drop in the sand. I was going to make some snarky comment, but Jaime beat me to it.

“You know, Bronn, if you keep that up, House Lannister will start singing a song about you for the next hundred years,” Jaime joked, obviously referencing what had happened to the Reyne’s.

“They make it as good as the rains of castamere, and maybe I won’t mind,” Bronn shot back.

We all laughed, settling into the sand and getting comfortable. I pulled my hood up, of course, knowing the sand would never get out of my hair if I didn’t.

I fell asleep before the two men did, but it still felt odd to sleep on my own this way. I’d been getting used to sleeping in Tywin’s bed, to sharing his warmth and hearing his soft breathing.

I missed him so much.

—————

When I woke up, the sun was barely rising over the sea, and Jaime was still asleep. I found Bronn sitting at the top of the dune, watching the pink and orange rays fill the sky.

I smiled to myself, quietly rising and brushing myself off before joining him. He was surprised to see me, both eyebrows raising as his head turned.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I remarked, taking a seat beside him and smiling.

“Aye, it is. My mother used to get up before the sun to go work. I’d always pretend to be asleep, but I remember what the sky looked like every morning when she kissed my forehead and left for the day,” he reminisced, sighing and letting his hands hang between his bent knees.

“I used to get up early to go and train. For as long as I can remember, I’d wanted to be in the history books. I still do, if I’m honest. To a little girl, how else can you do that besides winning battles?” I admitted, thinking about my childhood. Every minute I didn’t spend studying I spent learning to use my sword properly.

“Well, you’ve certainly learned to use your sword. And your daggers, it’s quite impressive really,” he complimented. The breeze out was nice, and I couldn’t help but watch the birds on the shore enjoy their breakfast as the waves moved in and out.

“Thank you. We ought to fight each other sometime. I’ve been practicing with Lord Tywin, but the way you fight is entirely different. It’s clever, and I’d like to refine my instincts that way,” I admitted, knowing that while my traditional swordsmanship was excellent, I could use some more practice with tricks and such.

“Sure, why not. Lannister down there’s paying me to help him train his other hand, but I’ll give it to you for free since you’re so pretty. Not to mention, it might actually be a decent fight,” he said, making me laugh softly as we both turned to look at Jaime, who was sound asleep. I was beginning to wonder why he’d come with us at all.

“We should go wake him up, it’s going to get unbearably hot if we wait too much longer,” I reasoned, watching Bronn get up and stretch. He extended his hand after a moment, and I took it, standing before slowly making my way down the dune.

I was about to reach for Jaime when I felt Bronn’s hand on my arm, and he quickly pulled me back.

“Careful there, don’t want to mess with that fucker,” he whispered, and I noticed a snake coming straight towards Jaime. Bronn pulled out his blade, and the noise seemed to wake Jaime.

His eyes went wide, quickly moving as Bronn threw the dagger right at the striped creature. I would’ve been terrified to wake up that way too, in all fairness.

“Breakfast,” Bronn said, plucking his knife from the ground.

After that, we sat around the small fire as Bronn cooked it, and I had to admit I’d never eaten a snake before. Perhaps I’d let it serve as a metaphor.

“That would’ve been a shit way to die,” Bronn remarked as he turned it over, sniffling a bit to clear his nose. I assumed the sand in the wind didn’t bode well for any of us.

“As far as I’ve seen, they’re all shit ways to die,” Jaime replied, pulling on his glove with a sigh. The two men continued to discuss the subject, pointing out that at least Jaime’s death would make a good song. And, additionally discussing how we’d all like to go.

“What about you, Lady (Y/N)? How would you like to die?” Jaime questioned. I finished my bite, trying to ignore the texture of the snake in favor of protein.

“Riding straight into a thousand men or more, fighting to protect either my family or the realm. A bit dramatic, yes, but it’s what I’ve always wanted. Most women die surrounded by their sons and daughters, perhaps even their grandchildren. That idea has never satisfied me, I suppose it’s why I’ve always been so afraid of marriage. I’m afraid that’s what it would reduce me to,” I admitted, thinking about what would’ve happened to me if Tywin hadn’t interfered with my betrothal to Walder Frey’s son. I merely shook my head.

“Well, Lord Tywin let you be stupid and come here, didn’t he?” Bronn pointed out, to which Jaime looked away awkwardly. I felt bad for him, as it must’ve been odd to hear about your father loving some woman so much when he’d never said a kind word to you.

“He did, but I’m obviously not going to marry Tywin Lannister,” I said, setting aside the snake, as I’d already eaten at least half.

“Can you be candid with me, (Y/N)? Does my father love you?” Jaime suddenly asked, fidgeting with the strings on his glove. I raised my eyebrows, not expecting him to ask such a question. I stayed quiet, not sure how to reply. Tywin and I had agreed not to tell anyone, after all.

“I won’t tell Cersei, I promise. If he does- and- and if you love him, well I guess I’d just like to know. I’d like to know if my father is capable of it. Because well, I know he loved my mother, but everyone said the best part of him died with her… and since then, well, I don’t know,” Jaime rambled, eyes moving around as he glanced at the sand beneath his feet. I felt it was right to tell him.

“I cannot speak for your father, Jaime, but he’s told me that he does—that he loves me—many times. And you know your father isn’t fond of telling lies,” I revealed, watching Bronn chuckle to himself and shake his head as Jaime processed it.

“And you love him back?” He asked softly, looking up but not raising his head.

“I do.”

“What did I fucking say? Enough of this shit, it’s time we get a move on,” Bronn interrupted, standing up and covering the fire in sand. Jaime and I both did the same, awkwardly glancing at each other before grabbing all our stuff and getting ready to set out.

Although Jaime had wanted to take a more secretive approach to bringing Myrcella home, I knew it most assuredly wouldn’t end well, and that we ought to just try and be diplomatic.

Of course, on our way to Sunspear, it was important to be secretive. If people discovered that we’d arrived, there was a very real chance the Sand Snakes would reach Myrcella before we could.

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Reaching Sunspear had not gone as we’d planned. In short, it had included killing four guards, taking their horses, and trying to blend in with a group headed for the capital of Dorne.

And of course, I could not forget the wonderful duet Bronn and I had done of ‘The Dornishman’s wife.’

Now that we’d gotten here, we intended to find Prince Doran. However, as we made our way through the Water Gardens, we found Myrcella kissing a young man quite passionately.

“Well she’s made herself right at home,” Bronn remarked, making me laugh softly. Jaime completely ignored him, however, and the three of us approached them.

“Myrcella,” Jaime said softly, catching her attention as she broke away from the boy and furrowed her eyebrows.

“Uncle Jaime? I don’t understand, what are you doing here?” She questioned, gathering her yellow skirts and approaching us.

“Come, Myrcella, let’s get inside, we need to-“

“I am Trystane Martell,” the boy introduced, stepping forward.

“Trystane is my intended,” Myrcella explained with a smile. Bronn and I grinned at each other as Jaime got all awkward.

“Ah, excellent,” Jaime replied, awkwardly shaking his outreached hand with his left.

“We weren’t expecting you, Lord Jaime, and..?” He questioned, looking at Bronn and I.

“(Y/N) Tyrell. This is Ser Bronn of the Blackwater,” I introduced, making Bronn bow his head.

“Your grace.”

Myrcella and Trystane looked at each other with clear confusion. It seemed things were becoming more suspicious to them, understandably so.

“Uncle Jaime, what’s going on?” Myrcella questioned warily, licking her lips and reaching for Trystane.

“I’ll explain but first let’s go inside, we need to go inside and-“

Just then, a whip was cast around Jaime’s hand and he was pulled back. In seemingly perfect timing, we were faced with the sand snakes.

Jaime managed to get free, and we all prepared to fight. There were three of them, and three of us. I felt an excitement somewhere deep down, but the two men beside me simply looked panicked and annoyed.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Bronn sighed as I looked back at the two kids. Well, not kids, but they were younger than me at least.

“Trystane, don’t let them near her!” I called, to which he nodded frantically and took out his own sword, getting closer to Myrcella and shielding her.

The fight began then, Jaime against the girl with a spear, Bronn against the one with a whip, and me against the girl with her daggers.

I left my sword sheathed, removing my own daggers instead. Yes, this would be a good fight.

The girl lunged toward me, blades like claws as she tried to jab at me. It was reassuring that I’d gotten quite good at dodging during my many years of fighting men whose strength I couldn’t match.

I advanced on her then, grinning as she snarled at me.

“There’s poison on your daggers, isn’t there?” I questioned, noticing the unusual gleam. Her eyes widened a bit, like she wouldn’t have expected me to know that.

“That’s alright, there’s some on mine as well,” I said, distracting her and motioning to slice at her stomach, causing her to try and block, just so I could cut her shoulder. She gritted her teeth, and I saw the fear enter her eyes for just a moment, then it was gone.

“I have the antidote, don’t worry. If you fight well enough to make me need the one in your necklace, perhaps we can trade,” I challenged, making her yell and charge at me. I smiled, managing to block her blows once more.

“Don’t fight with your anger, it makes you sloppy and weak. Take a deep breath and use your head, not just your limbs,” I suggested, pushing her back and watching as she regained her footing.

“You talk too much,” she scowled, standing me off. I knew she would charge first, though. Fighters like her always would.

“Do you think so? It often has this effect, it’s quite nice, really. And, I’m going to keep talking until I get tired of your failure and decide to kill you. So, come now, let’s see you try your hardest. Maybe if I’m intrigued enough I’ll let you live,” I said, watching the flame spark in her eyes. This girl had the potential to wound me, I knew that, but she was going to have to work a bit harder to do so.

She charged then, just like I knew she would, and I continued to block her. I saw her eyebrows furrow, like she was attempting to process my moves and what I would do next.

I watched the anger drain from her as she took a deep breath, and as I managed to add another cut to her shoulder, she only inhaled. Good, she was improving, slowly but surely.

Of course, I still managed to knock one of her blades away, and I thought she might get angry but, but no. I tricked her again, motioning somewhere else with my eyes so she would presume.

She raised up her only blade, and she was about to stab into my arm, so I decided to rely on a trick I’d only just recently begun to practice.

The gods were in my favor, though, because I managed to drop the blade in my left hand into my belt before grabbing her wrist, stopping her before she could touch me at all.

She struck at me then, though, dropping her blade into her other hand and stabbing into my right thigh. I hissed out, and quickly brought my right dagger into—or rather through—her forearm. I grabbed my left dagger from my belt again to press against her other wrist, which was still holding her own blade in my thigh.

She screamed out as I stabbed through her entire arm, and I presumed that I had just narrowly missed the bone. Her scream caused the other two snakes to look over, and Jaime and Bronn disarmed them rather quickly afterwards. All four of them watched us.

“Good girl, hm? You sank your fangs in, but at what cost?” I praised, though I slowly began to twist my knife inside her arm. Her screaming continued, and I smiled.

“I won’t kill you, dear girl. You earned the right to keep your life. Do you want me to stop doing that?” I asked after a moment, still letting my blade agitate the wound.

“Yes!” She screamed, tears rushing down her face.

“Do you know who I am?” I asked, ignoring her pleas for another moment or two. She nodded, shaking slightly.

“Ask me, go on,” I whispered.

“Who- who are you?” she cried, gritting her teeth as she asked it.

I leaned in, trying my best to ignore the pain in my own thigh. She thankfully couldn’t twist her blade due to my own being right there, ready to cut her entire hand off should she dare to try it.

“Have you heard the name (Y/N) Tyrell? If not, then perhaps the Nightshade of the Garden?” I questioned, watching her eyes go wide.

“Y-You’re the Nightshade of the Garden?” She gasped, tears still flowing as she shook. I gave her a nod and a smile.

Just then, several of the Martell guards arrived, demanding that we drop our weapons. The girl and I looked at each other, wondering how this would work. Her blood was beginning to drip onto the floor.

“Bronn, put your weapon down and rip off a piece of your sleeve. A big one, please,” I said, not facing him. Everyone else had already yielded to the guards, but naturally we were not exactly in a position to just ‘put our weapons down.’

I heard Bronn step over, and I heard the cloth tear.

“Don’t remove your knife from my thigh, I’ll do it myself. Lift up your free hand, first,” I said, knowing I was in a position of power. Slowly, she did as I said, and I relaxed a little, putting my other blade away.

“Do you want me to take my dagger out or would you rather do it yourself?” I asked her, watching her swallow.

“Y-You do it.”

I nodded, pulling it out as fast and clean as I could. She screamed out again, falling to the floor, and I motioned for Bronn to help her wrap it.

I put the bloodied dagger away, and looked down at my own thigh. It was certainly not going to be fun to remove.

“Hey, look at me. You’re a pretty crier, you know. Plus, not even the best men in Westeros can land a hit on that one, and you did,” Bronn whispered, wrapping the cloth tight around her forearm. I would’ve smiled if the blade in my leg didn’t hurt so damn bad, because leave it to Bronn to comfort and compliment a woman that gladly would’ve killed him a few moments ago.

One of her sisters came over, helping her up and glaring at us. The girl looked at me through her tears.

“Trade… we need to trade,” she said quietly, reaching for her necklace with her undamaged hand.

I nodded, taking out the antidote for the poison I’d used and holding out my hand.

We traded, just like I’d said, and I watched her down the liquid. We looked at each other with a general, mutual respect, and I knew she understood I was going to take the antidote after removing the knife from my leg, preferably not in front of everyone.

It was in my thigh, after all.

“Come on, let’s move it!”

Bronn looked at me, raising his eyebrows and extending his arms. I nodded, and he picked me up. I winced, but allowed it nonetheless. It reminded me of Tywin, and I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about what he was going to say when we all returned to King's Landing. I was certain both Jaime and I had quite the lecture coming.

—————

Jaime and I were being escorted into the parlor, though I had to lean on him to walk, which made us quite slow.

The knife had been removed from my leg, the antidote taken, and the wound cleaned. It was nothing serious, but I expected I would be walking with difficulty for the next month or two.

I was dressed in a dark blue Dornish style dress, just as Jaime was in a set of orange robes. I liked the look.

“Prince Doran,” I greeted, Jaime still helping me in.

“Forgive us, we started without you. Lady Tyrell, please sit. I asked for you to be given one of my spare wheelchairs, I do not know why it wasn’t done,” Prince Doran said, to which I shook my head as Jaime helped me sit.

“I thank you for that offer, your grace, but I’m unfortunately restless. I’d rather walk with a bit of pain,” I explained, adjusting my skirts. He nodded.

“I understand quite well, my lady. If not impossible for me, I would share the sentiment,” he said, a soft smile on his face. Ellaria Sand was sitting on the other side of the sofa, however, and did not seem amused by any of this.

“It’s much to her detriment, really. The last time she was injured, she insisted on getting up and walking about anyway. Her stitches split and she had to be carried back to her room,” Jaime said, leaning forward onto his knees. I raised an eyebrow at him in surprise. I hadn’t a clue how he knew that.

Doran and Trystane both laughed a bit, and Myrcella smiled. Though, Ellaria Sand did not let that last long.

“What are you doing in Dorne?”

We all looked at her, and Jaime swallowed.

“Looking after the safety of my niece, Princess Myrcella,” he replied. He wasn’t exactly wrong.

“And rather than send a raven or speak to me directly, you sneak into my country in secret?” Prince Doran questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

“We were intending to speak to you, your grace. We were looking for you when we stumbled upon the prince and princess. It was then that we were attacked,” I said pointedly, merely glancing at Ellaria but resisting the urge to scowl. Being hostile would help no one.

“And what was so crucial it had to be discussed so secretly?” He asked, trying to figure out the situation.

“We received a threatening message. Myrcella’s necklace in the jaws of a viper.”

I watched Myrcella’s face twist with realization, and she licked her lips before sitting up.

“That necklace was stolen from my room,” she said, making Doran look over at Ellaria. There was a tense atmosphere, despite the pleasant chirping of birds somewhere nearby.

A servant placed a plate before Jaime and I, and I gave the young man a nod. I certainly wished I’d eaten more of that snake now.

“There are many in Dorne who want war, but I’ve seen war. I’ve seen the bodies piled on the battlefield, and I don’t wish to lead my people into that hell,” Prince Doran remarked, watching Jaime and I eat as gracefully as starving people could.

“No, you want to break bread with the Lannisters,” Ellaria chided, venom lacing each word. I could tell she hated Doran just as much as she hated us.

“Yes, and that is precisely what we are doing. Let us drink to Tommen, first of his name, king of the andals and the first men, lord of the seven kingdoms,” Doran toasted, raising his glass.

We all did, drinking and watching from over our cups as Ellaria Sand poured hers onto the floor. This was growing dull.

I set my glass down and planted my hands into the cushions beneath me, rising with significant difficulty and significant pain, but rising nonetheless. Jaime reached out to assist me, but I shook my head, standing and taking a step forward.

My teeth gritted, but I stood before Ellaria Sand despite that. Everyone watched us carefully.

“You grieve for Oberyn, I know that. You blame the Lannisters for his death, I know that too. But Oberyn was not innocent either. He poisoned the king, I saw him do it. He could’ve sat through a judged trial and asked for a trial by combat the second that things didn’t look good for him, but no,” I began, watching her process what I was saying with a distinct anger.

“He asked for a trial by combat before anyone could even speak, and you know why just as well as I do. He wanted to avenge his sister. Elia. He wanted to fight The Mountain. And I’m certain he wanted to win, too. But he didn’t, and that is his own fault,” I said, glaring down at her. It was not all Oberyn’s fault, and I felt guilt for that, but if he had truly wanted to win, he would’ve made less of a show out of it.

“You have no idea-“

“I wept for Oberyn! Do you think I enjoyed seeing how he died? Cersei may have smiled but no one else did! I wept for him, and I wept for you. I heard you scream, no woman should ever have to make such a noise for her lover. I understand the pain, I understand the anger. Revenge, it’s all we seem to want. Oberyn wanted it, and now you do too. Joffrey is dead, and the Mountain is dead too. Oberyn’s death was cruel but not in vain, so let things be,” I argued, watching tears well in her eyes. I doubted that she’d received much comfort after Oberyn’s death, and I understood that this anger was the only way she could let herself cope with it. Of course, while making those comments about the Mountain, I had not a clue that Qyburn was hard at work trying to undo that very state.

“It is not enough. Oberyn was slaughtered,” she said, shaking as she clenched her skirts. She was trying as hard as she could not to cry.

“And what is enough for you? Is it enough to harm and kill Cersei Lannister's daughter? Is that what would satisfy you? Myrcella is innocent, Oberyn’s children are innocent. Do not cause further conflict, it won’t solve anything. Because say what you will about Cersei, she would hunt you to the ends of the earth should you hurt a single hair on her children’s heads,” I said, leg throbbing as I made my point. I would not sit back down until she was convinced.

“And what do you propose I do? Go on living my life as if nothing happened? Go on smiling and enjoying the earth while Oberyn rots?” She questioned, a tear sliding down her face in her anger.

“Yes, that is exactly what I propose. You knew Oberyn, knew the way he lived. It is more than anything, what he would want. If you want to do him real justice, take care of the children that he can no longer care for himself. But if that is not enough, I will give you the Mountain’s head,” I offered, watching her eyes spark. Yes, she certainly did want that.

“You hurt my daughter, why would I trust you?”

“Because your daughter hurt me too. I could’ve taken her life with ease, and I didn’t. She earned her life, and she earned experience. It won’t kill her, and when she’s healed, it’ll make her even better,” I said, motioning to my thigh and watching Ellaria Sand retract. She contemplated for a moment, and then looked at me again.

“You’ll bring me the Mountain’s head? You swear it?”

“If you vow not to impede on the Crown’s relationship with Dorne, and don’t make any further efforts for ‘revenge,’ then yes, I will. But if you should do either of those things, our deal is broken,” I offered, extending my hand. She looked around before looking at me, another tear falling as she shook my hand.

As she did, I moved to sit back down, grateful it really hadn’t taken all that long to convince her. Prince Doran sighed. Meanwhile, we watched Ellaria leave the room. It seemed she was going to cry, and I felt a deep sympathy for her.

For the pain I had caused her.

“And King Tommen insists on his sister's return to King’s Landing?” He questioned, looking over at Jaime. Jaime nodded.

“I’m afraid he does.”

“I will not disobey my king's command. She will return with you, and my son Tyrstane will accompany you all. If our alliance is to continue, their marriage must stand,” Prince Doran noted. Jaime and I looked at each other and nodded. They were a suitable match, and quite obviously in love. There was no reason to deny that.

“I accept,” Jaime said.

Trystane and Myrcella gave each other an excited look, and after a moment Jaime opened his mouth again.

“May I inquire as to the fate of my man, Bronn?” Jaime questioned, and I raised an eyebrow at this too. I assumed Bronn had been put in a cell, but I also wasn’t certain.

“We will set him free, we merely wished to see what your intentions were first,” Prince Doran said, motioning to his guards.

I smiled, glad to hear nothing bad would happen to Bronn. I’d grown quite fond of the man, despite all his flirtation.

It seemed our return to King’s Landing would be peaceful, and rather successful at that. I knew Cersei would continue to hate me, but I was bringing her daughter home, and if that did not inspire a certain sense of gratitude, I did not know what else would.

And of course, knowing in merely a week or two I’d be able to return to Margaery and Tywin made me ecstatic. By then, it would have already been a month away, and I missed them very dearly. I prayed that in my absence, all had been well.

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