#;; lukas noble

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

lukas can't cook (heroes line) but unfortunately i got it into my headcanon earlier that he makes bomb ass cheesecake... now i must compromise and reconcile these two truths 💔

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[yuseirra]

I think.. I really like characters who are very "pure" to the extent of being inhuman maybe, I feel like; I understand them to a degree. They're very interesting to see for me,

You can't define those characters as good or bad until something comes along and starts coloring them in (although, some have it in them in their nature to start out as very good or evil.. like the way little kids tear off bug wings and bury ants without much thought)

tabula rasa, they say, while I actually think it may not be that way for most people, some fictional characters are really like that, like a white piece of paper. They absorb what's given to them like sponges and that in turn ends up forming them and what becomes of them. Sadly;; a lot of them end up being twisted because they can't protect themselves from being stained, they take it in without... much defiance and it makes me feel pretty complicated. They can accept and take so much in comparison to the average person who has a limit to how much they can change.

[genevieveetguy]

. - Your sister says you don't have a family. - No, I don't. - She thinks that you ought to get married and have children of your own, instead of trying to be a father to hers. - Yeah. - Except she thinks you are afraid of the responsibility. - That's interesting... anything else? - She thinks you like policing because you think you are right about everything and you're the only one who can do anything, and when you drink a lot of beer you say things like 'none of the other police know a crook from a bag of elbows!'. At least I think that's what she said.

Witness, Peter Weir (1985)

[kinglyisms-archived]

/ @worldly-diversity

“I will step on, crush, and bleed dry anyone who dares to lay a hand on Hanabusa. Do not test me.”

[sicilianoromantico]

2CELLOS - Love Story [Live at Sydney Opera House]

Luka Šulić and Stjepan Hauser playing Love Story 

Sydney Symphony Orchestra 

Guy Noble, conductor

[minorisato]

insomnia - lipids in the folds of your brain flow like rotting rivers

silent hill, original work / jokas / wc: 503 / warnings: animal death, general gore / notes: finally a glance at my chaser oc :) !!!

Joey is running.

He hasn’t run like this since he was seven, giving it his all in the pacer test. He hasn’t run like this since he was fourteen, play-fighting with Judas, slapping each other with sticks. He hasn’t run like this since the last time he was chased, a few hours ago.

It seemed as though the deeper he went into the town, the more it changed, the more it warped around him. No longer was it anywhere close to resembling Verdeburg, each building caked in layers of grime and blood, a thick fog coating the streets, impermeable, unwavering. Dog carcasses strewn around every corner, torn open, picked and pecked at by ravens and vultures. No, this was not Verdeburg, nor was it anywhere Joey had ever been, or would ever be again. His personal hell, the final frontier between him and his brother’s home.

Memories of it seemed like a distant past, hundreds of years off; a walled off comfort, secluded, keeping Joey trapped, forever on the outside, doomed to look in. He had been there not even a year ago, he had had that, that which he couldn’t return to– why did it seem so far? What changed? When did the road along the way become one of flesh and blood?

Joey glances behind himself. It’s still chasing him, gaining on him. All he can see is teeth.

He turns back, and through the thick fog, he can make out a chain link fence. Blocked off? Yes, it’s a series of dim, interconnected alleyways, but did this one specifically need to be blocked off?

Another glance back. Teeth, blood, fur, mange.

He’s escaped before. He’s escaped before. He looks around frantically. He’s escaped before, come on. A different route. Anywhere he can turn, or run. Please.

A gunshot rings out, and the teeth disappear.

A dog carcass lays in front of him.

“Are you a fucking moron?��� A voice calls out, a bit distant, slowly getting closer. “Did I not give you a weapon? Can you not defend yourself?” The figure steadily materializes through the fog. “Do I need to protect you from everything?”

Joey heaves a sigh of relief. “Lukas.”

“Don’t look so relaxed,” the taller spits, and he shoves Joey the minute he’s within arms reach. “I’m gettin’ tired of needing to do everything for you. When are you gonna learn to take care of yourself? Are you even capable of that?” His eyebrows are furrowed, and he’s planted his hands on Joey’s shoulders, staring him down. Joey looks up at him wide-eyed, mouth hanging open, but before he can formulate a reply, Lukas just lets go, sighing. “You seriously owe me, little man.”

Lukas trudges away, back the way he came, stepping over the dog’s limp body.

Joey swallows, considering calling out to him, thanking him, something, but decides against it. Joey swallows everything he wants to say, wants to ask. Joey swallows his confusion, his fear, his guilt.

He needs to look for another way out.

[miharuki]

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (𝕱𝖊𝖒)

You were inside an otome game, an old classic that you found while searching for games of the same genre.

Imagine your surprise when you realized you were inside the otome game "My Pure Elegant Love," a medieval-style otome game with nobles, kings, and knights. You had just woken up, finding yourself as the daughter of a duke, any duke. Perhaps for a brief moment, you thought you could have reincarnated as Amelie, the protagonist of this game, but you were far from it.

You quickly befriended Amélie; her sweetness and gentleness were at least forced, but you knew that was the vibe of the game. Perhaps being the daughter of a duke, you could meet other characters, like Claude, the noble and best friend of Amélie in the plot and one of the favorite characters of the small group that played this forgotten game, damn it.

There was also Nathan, one of the strongest and most talented knights in the plot. We can't forget about Kalisto, the protagonist's younger brother who had a crush on her, Luka, one of the princes and also a romantic partner in the plot, as well as the wizard Azrael, and the first Duke Eros, all romantic interests of the protagonist.

Being the daughter of a simple duke, you knew you wouldn't have a chance with those of high status like Luka, the first prince. You weren't the protagonist, but you couldn't help but envy her. Perhaps because she was receiving love from handsome boys? Or perhaps because even in this life, in this game, you weren't loved by your family. You thought that being the daughter of a duke would give you some privileges, but oh, how wrong you were. Neglected by your parents, hated by the romantic interests of the protagonist, and simply having a bad reputation.

You thought you were becoming friends with Claude and that you might even win his love, but that was thrown out the window when they all decided to embarrass you at the prince's luxurious party. You didn't know that wearing a dress that Luka himself gave you would make you the target of everyone's ridicule.

"How could you do this, [name]?" How could you? You didn't do anything wrong! There, in front of the stairs with the prince behind her, was the protagonist, wearing the same dress as yours, but prettier. Perhaps because her perfect protagonist's body and beauty were helping her.

All the protagonist's romantic interests, including the ones you liked on the other side of the screen, were looking at you with anger, perhaps even smiling as if it were planned by them, by all of them, including his highness, who at first seemed not to like you, treating you even like a servant. You envy how they were all around that bitch, comforting her, as if you were the villain, which you never were.

Everyone talked, laughed, and even mocked. "I can't believe Miss Amélie has a friend like that!" You heard a lady saying, looking down. Not even your parents cared about you, at this point, you're probably being disowned by the family.

With tears on your face, after trying to explain the misunderstanding to everyone, after being slapped by his highness and the protagonist, you felt like crap. Pulling on the dress, you turned and ran out of the hall, opening the doors brutally. You couldn't stay in that room anymore, not when everyone was now looking at you with hatred.

Unaware, you came across a balcony, hearing footsteps coming. You were scared; the prince might have sent guards after you after you "lied" to everyone while explaining.

With all your strength, you push through the balcony fence, and as you're about to jump, someone forcefully opens the doors, startling you and causing you to slip, now falling to the ground. Your tears are now stronger, groaning in pain as you try to get up.

It was with pain, dirt, and tears that you ended up behind a bush. You couldn't take it anymore; you were shaking from the cold, crying, your makeup smudged, your hair dirty and messy, your "copied" dress dirty and torn. You've never felt so worthless before.

You cried as if you were carrying all the burdens, thinking about how the romantic pairs and the protagonist were not the best; in fact, they were the worst.

Feeling a headache, you sit down, trying to breathe well and calm down as you think, "And now?"

"What's a maiden doing crying in the middle of the woods?" Looking back, you noticed someone coming, a boy. Turning your head forward, you try to wipe away the tears. You don't like anyone seeing you cry; crying is for weak people.

Then you felt something being thrown over you, a thick, large coat. Lifting your head, you now look at the boy in front of you. His melodic and calm voice speaks as he gently crouches in front of you.

"Can you tell me, fair lady?"

You sobbed, trying not to cry, mocking the nickname the boy gave you.

"Fair lady? The way I am right now, I'm barely even a girl, let alone fair or a lady," you say as you use your own dress to clean up the mess of makeup and tears.

"I don't think that," the boy continues to clean as he speaks. "To be honest, I think you're even more beautiful. You just can't see it."

The boy's hands lift your stained and dirty face. You look and notice the looks he's giving, but they're not directed at the protagonist like everyone else's; they're for you.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" His calm and concerned eyes are looking at you, waiting for your response.

You just look aside before sighing. It's better than nothing.

"His Highness, the prince, had given me a dress as a gift... to wear at the ball today, but my friend - no, Miss Amélie was wearing the same one. Some of her friends started mocking me for trying to 'copy' the girl, but when I tried to explain, His Highness said he would never give me a gift in his life, especially knowing that his 'friend' Amélie would be wearing it today," you almost can't finish without starting to cry again, sobbing as you try to explain.

"They all planned to humiliate me in front of everyone, and His Highness still insists that I'm lying!" You say, already crying again, not noticing the arms going around you. You only notice when you feel being embraced by the boy as you cling to him, crying and sobbing.

"My dear, they don't deserve your kindness or your presence. What they did was extremely awful to a lady like you," the boy says as he strokes your hair and back, comforting you, as you've always wished to be.

You were clinging to the boy, feeling betrayed, feeling used. You didn't even notice the boy raising his hand to someone behind you, to someone dressed in black, a gentleman, but not the prince's gentleman, oh no, not that traitor.

You didn't even realize how the castle was beginning to stir.

"Let's go, I'll take you somewhere else. You might end up getting sick staying here," he says as he watches you cling to him. He could feel your warmth, you were starting to get sick from crying so much. Nomura's heart was breaking at the thought of you falling ill.

"Are you okay with this, miss?" The boy asks before you nod in agreement. Nomura gets ready and picks you up bridal-style, using his own coat that was on top of you as a blanket to protect you as he carried you to his own carriage.

Watching as you had already fainted from crying, he held you gently as the carriage headed towards his castle, leaving behind an important part of the game that was happening, unaware that the game's villain was now holding you firmly.

Do I do a part 2?

[liquidstar]

ok ill say one thing rn

completely wild that ivan tells sua off for consistently sacrificing herself for mizi- saying that she's not being noble by doing this and will only become a source of trauma for her by the end (WHICH WAS TRUE BC SHE THREW THE CONTEST TO DIE IN MIZI'S PLACE)

but then the SECOND hes put into that same situation...

HE DOES THE SAME THING!!! HE KNOWS HIS SCORE IS WELL ABOVE TILL'S SO HE KISSES HIM TO BRING HIS SCORE DOWN AND CHOKES HIM TO MAKE SURE HES THE ONE KILLED (THE SAME WAY MIZI WAS TARGETED FOR BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF LUKA). IVAN YOU PIECE OF SHIT HYPOCRITE. "SOURCE OF TRAUMA" HUH? YOURS WAS WORSE. I CANT BELIEVE YOUVE DONE THIS.

Anyway more in depth thoughts in the reblogs as I gathered myself

[lady0ctavia]

What They'd Do for a First Date (Axis, Allies, & Nordics)

Something very quick because I just really wanted to get this idea out there. Also, I'm spending more and more time on my 2p!Prussia x Reader fic, but I wanted to make sure the rest of y'all are being fed.

So here are my headcanons on where I think a large chunk of the Hetalia boys would do for a first date!

Italy: While Feliciano's down for pretty much anything, he'd want to make sure the first date is something special. As such, he'd plan a nice, romantic dinner for the two of you where he cooks the food.

Germany: Ludwig would want to have the date at his house where you'd bake something together. He'd rather make either cake or bread. But he'd be open to hearing your ideas on what the two of you can bake.

Japan: I can see Kiku taking you to a painting class. Nothing super fancy or advanced, but something small, simple, and fun. Something where the two of you can delve into your creative side.

Prussia: Gilbert would 100% take you to the movies. He'd be down for seeing whatever you wanted to see, though he's more partial to action/adventure films. However, he wouldn't be opposed to horror, as he likes the idea of you getting scared and holding onto him.

Romano: Lovino will take you on a long walk around Rome sightseeing. He'd be pointing out every last bit of architecture you see and would recite a full history of everything. He's also the kind of guy to wanna take you on a boat ride.

America: Two words; amusement park. Alfred will absolutely take you to an amusement park or a state fair where you'd eat all kinds of fried foods, go on all of the rides, and, if it's a state fair, take you to the petting zoo. He'd also stress over planning the perfect kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel where the two of you'd watch the fireworks.

England: A first date with Arthur would be at a bookstore similar to that of Barnes and Noble. He'd want to look at different books with you and then chat about them over a cup of tea at an adjoining cafe.

France: I know it's kinda cliche at this point, but Francis would bring you to a fancy restaurant for a romantic, candle-lit dinner. Preferably in an area of the restaurant that is somewhat secluded. Hey, if it ain't broke don't fix it!

Russia: Ivan would simply want to go for a walk. Nothing big and fancy. He's perfectly content with something quiet and simple. He'd want to just stroll around town and chat about any of your shared likes or hobbies.

China: Maybe this is a little funny, seeing as he's so old, but Yao would take you to a museum. Mainly to constantly fact-check the workers there, as well as the displays. Especially if it's a Chinese museum. He's been around for 4000+ years, honey. He knows more than the people who work there.

Canada: Okay, this can go one of two ways. Matthieu would either take you on a nature walk through the beautiful Canadian woods, or he'd take you to a hockey game. Either way, the night will end with the two of you going in for a kiss, only to get interrupted by Mr. Kumajiro.

Denmark: I know this is gonna sound ridiculous, but Mathias would absolutely take you to the Lego Store. There is no way you can convince me that this man doesn't love Legos. He'd get cute little minifigures made of the two of you.

Sweden: I can see Berwald either being content with sitting at home and drinking hot cocoa, going to a musical performance of some kind, or, dare I say it, going to an IKEA and talking about what pieces of furniture would look the best in his or your living room.

Norway: Lukas would take you out into the woods late in the evening for the two of you to stargaze. He'd point out different constellations and tell you the stories behind them.

Finland: Alright, we all know Tino's a cutie, but don't let that adorable face deceive you. A first date with this man will either end up with him taking you to a heavy metal concert, or taking you out sharpshooting.

[strawberri-yan]

Yan vampire slayer x vampire! Reader

Tw:non con, revenge sex,

A/n: I got a lil too into castlevania but here is my treat for you guys for Halloween !

As a vampire of noble rank, you had lived for centuries, reveling in your immortality and the luxurious life it offered you. There were endless nights of elegant banquets and the fine blood of high-society donors that had never ceased your amusement. It was a cushy and enjoyable lifestyle that you have grown accustomed to.

Yet on a fateful night, you embarked on a hunt with your fellow companions. Descending upon a quiet village, your insatiable thirst for blood drove you all to slaughter the unsuspecting, human villagers. The night air was filled with screams and anguish, nearly all of the townspeople met a gruesome bloody end.

But amidst the chaos, you stumble upon a scrawny human boy hiding in a closet, tears streaming down his face as he stared at you in horror. Yet, having your fill of bloodlust and being in a particularly good mood, you decided to spare the child.

But unknowingly to you, the boy was adopted into a feared clan of a formidable vampire slayers. As the years passed, he trained tirelessly, honing his skills to perfection until he was the best out of all of them. He was a force to be reckoned with, a dangerous man who made it his life's mission to hunt and kill vampires.

Luka tracked down the vampires that had slaughtered his village, a relentless pursuit driven by a thirst for revenge. As he cornered and slaughtered the vampires responsible, he had left you the only one alive, not out of mercy but as a twisted gesture of thanks for sparing his life all those years ago.

The sounds of panting, moaning and the furious creaking of the bed filled the room as Luka lays comfortably on his back cigarette in hand as he watches smugly as the little vampire lord bounce on his cock, force to wear a brightly colored, frill-laced outfit of his choosing. You were told by your new master to hold up the hems in front your dress so that could see the view of your quivering, leaking pussy squelching around his shaft. A punishment fit for a bloodsucker like you, reduced from a mighty vampire noble to a pet who cockwarms his master as he slaughters your kind.

[katrasining]

IvanTill in a historical drama 🖤💚

ok so my brainrot while drawing this was...

Ivan's a noble that gets hurt in an assassination attempt in the countryside. He's left behind, nearly dying by the river when Till, a commoner, came by to get water. Till was an apprentice apothecary so when he finds that Ivan was not breathing, he does cpr (cus of course) and first aid before dragging him back to the village to tend to his wounds. Ivan wakes up and stays for recovery.

*cue Ivan slowly falling head over heels for his lil savior*

Mizi's the local village sweetheart that Till likes Sua's Ivan's sister, one of the imperial princesses (so Ivan's an imperial prince) Luka is the crowned prince and Ivan's half brother Hyuna is a wanted vigilante (hates Luka cus he executed Hyunwoo on false charges)

[cnnmairoll]

Hello again.

I hope you don't mind me asking this or requesting again. I don't want to have you overwhelmed with my requests at all! But if possible, do you think you can write something for Welt, Gepard, and Luka about what things make them flustered? Like what does the reader do that might make them flustered/how easily does it happen?

Thank you once again! I look forward to all of your writings!

-🌸

Fumbling Hearts

Character(s) : Dan Heng, Gepard, Luka Genre : Fluff a/n : Sure thing 🌸 anon! I love your ideas, they're always so cute ^_^ Hope you don't mind me replacing welt with Dan Heng! I'm struggling with writing welt ><

Dan Heng : Kissing his fingers as you hold hands.

One evening, as the two of you sat side by side in your private cabin, fingers intertwined, you decided it was time to employ your favorite tactic. With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you brought your lips to the back of his hand and pressed a delicate kiss to each finger, starting with his thumb and working your way to his pinky.

Dan Heng's initial reaction was predictable - a slight twitch of his lips, a subtle narrowing of his piercing blue eyes, and the faintest hint of a blush that only you could detect. But he didn't pull his hand away; instead, he allowed a soft sigh to escape his lips.

"You know that tickles," he murmured, his voice as velvety as ever.

"That's the point," you replied with a playful smile, moving to kiss each fingertip again. "I like seeing that little flustered look on your face, even if it's just for a moment."

Dan Heng sighed again, this time in mock exasperation, but his hand remained securely entwined with yours. "You're incorrigible," he said, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "But you love it."

A small, genuine smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Yes, I suppose I do," he admitted, finally allowing himself to relax into the tender moment you'd created.

Gepard : Just looking at him

Gepard was sitting at the kitchen table, poring over some reports from the previous night's patrol. His brow was furrowed in concentration, and his piercing blue eyes were scanning the pages with the utmost seriousness. He looked every bit the noble and stalwart warrior that he was known to be.

You couldn't help but smile as you approached him, your heart swelling with love and adoration. Gently, you rested your chin on your hand and just stared at him. Not with a teasing glint in your eye, but with genuine, unfiltered affection. It was as if he were the most amazing thing in the world, and you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"Uh, what's the matter?" Gepard mumbled, his voice slightly shaky as he felt your gaze on him. He didn't look up from his paperwork, but there was a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

You leaned in closer, your gaze unwavering. "Nothing at all, my dear captain," you replied, your voice soft and filled with affection. "I just can't help but admire how handsome and amazing you are."

Gepard's ears turned a shade of red that would put a ripe tomato to shame. He finally glanced up from his work, his eyes meeting yours. "I-I… well, you see…" he stammered, completely flustered. "I don't know what to say."

You couldn't help but giggle at his adorable response. "You don't have to say anything, Gepard. Just know that I love you, and I think you're incredible."

His blush deepened, and he cleared his throat, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. "Well, I… um, I love you too," he managed to say, his voice still tinged with embarrassment.

You leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, causing him to turn an even brighter shade of red. "You're just too cute when you're flustered, Gepard," you teased, a mischievous twinkle in your eye.

Gepard let out a soft chuckle, finally relaxing a bit. "I suppose I can't help it when you look at me like that," he admitted, a small, genuine smile gracing his lips.

Luka : Playing with his hair

As you both settle on the couch after a long day, Luka begins to recount the hectic events of his day. His enthusiasm shines through as he gestures animatedly, using his good hand to emphasize his points. You, on the other hand, find your attention wandering, not to his words, but to that vibrant mane of red hair.

Unable to resist, you reach over and start playing with his hair, your fingers gently combing through the silky strands. Luka's blue eyes widen, and his words trail off, replaced by a soft gasp.

"Hey, babe, you wouldn't believe the chaos at the underground arena today," he starts, but his voice quivers slightly as your fingers trace delicate patterns in his hair.

You offer a warm smile, continuing your ministrations. "I'm all ears, Luka. Tell me everything."

Luka's eyes remain closed as your fingers work their magic through his hair, and he can't help but relive the adrenaline-fueled moments of the underground boxing match he's just described.

"So there I was," he begins again, his voice a soft, nostalgic tone, "in the center of the ring. My opponent, this hulking behemoth with biceps like tree trunks, was giving it his all. We traded blows like there was no tomorrow, and the crowd was roaring with every punch."

As he speaks, his memories come alive, and his words flow more freely, though his voice retains that endearing hint of bashfulness.

"I could feel the sweat trickling down my brow, but I couldn't let up. I dodged to the left, narrowly avoiding a haymaker, and then—"

Your fingers pause briefly, and Luka opens his eyes to glance at you, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You know, you're making it really hard to concentrate, darling."

You chuckle softly, offering a quick peck on his cheek as encouragement to continue. Luka clears his throat, his enthusiasm undiminished.

"Right, so, where was I? Ah, yes. I managed to land a solid hook to his ribs, and you should have seen the look on his face. Pure shock. But he didn't back down. He came at me even harder."

Your fingers resume their soothing caress, and Luka's words come out in a mixture of exhilaration and amusement.

"I swear, it felt like a dance, dodging and weaving, trying to predict his moves. The whole arena was a whirlwind of cheers and shouts. And then… well, the moment I'll never forget was when I saw my opening."

Luka's voice takes on a note of triumph as he recalls that decisive moment in the fight.

"I launched a fierce uppercut, and it connected square on his chin. The crowd went wild. He stumbled back, dazed, and then the ref counted him out. Victory was mine!"

Luka's eyes light up with pride as he finishes his tale, the memory of the fight vivid in his mind. Yet, despite the thrilling story he's just recounted, he remains captivated by the tender touch of your hands in his hair.

"I swear, it was like a madhouse in there," he stammers, his words growing softer as he loses himself in the sensation of your touch. "But with you here, it's all worth it."

Your fingers trail down, gently scratching his scalp, and Luka lets out a contented sigh. His eyes flutter closed, and his words become a mere whisper.

"It's moments like this, with you," he murmurs, "that make me forget the world. Just keep doing what you're doing, and I'll never stop talking… or blushing."

You share a knowing smile, continuing to weave your fingers through his vibrant hair. In that intimate moment, words fade into the background, and the two of you revel in the simple pleasure of being close, connected by a touch that speaks volumes of love and affection.

[cirrus-grey]

Arranged marriage AU where Jon and Martin are Nobles With Neighboring Estates who meet as teenagers and fall in love. When they come of age they find out their respective families have engaged them off to strangers, so - unwilling to face a life apart - they flee their homes in the middle of the night to be together.

Cue Peter Lukas (distantly related head of Martin’s family) and Jonah Magnus (ditto for Jon) frantically beginning their own months-long searches for the runaway grooms, desperate to find them and drag them back to their weddings.

Eventually the two are located on a small rural farm, living the cottagecore life. Peter and Jonah are summoned; their carriages pull up outside the small house at the same time. They disembark, frowning at each other.

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for my family's runaway groom, Jonathan Sims."

"I'm looking for my family's runaway, Martin Blackwood."

They both look at the house.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

-

There's a knock at the front door. Jon opens it and finds himself face-to-face with Jonah.

"Hello, Jon."

Jon pales and takes a step back. "You can't make me go back."

"I think-"

Before he can speak, Martin enters from another room in the house. "Jon, who's-" and then he freezes, and pales as well.

"Hello, Martin," Peter says.

"I won't go back," Martin replies, his voice shaking. He steps up next to Jon and puts a hand on his shoulder. Jon reaches up to hold it with his own, and Peter and Jonah's eyes focus in on the rings on their fingers.

"Please," Jonah says, through gritted teeth. "For the love of god. Tell me the two of you didn't run away to marry each other."

Jon's chin juts out in defiance. "And if we did? You can't separate us."

"Oh for goodness-!" Peter says. "We've been looking for you for months! Countless man hours we’ve wasted to bring you back for your wedding, only to find out you're already married?"

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you went and sold our futures away!" Martin says. "We're not pawns in your chess game, we're not just going to go along with whatever schemes you come up with to marry us off to-"

"-each other?" Jonah interrupts.

Jon and Martin freeze.

"...What?"

Peter waves a hand at Jon. "Martin, this is the Magnus boy you were arranged to marry!"

Jonah nods at Martin. "This is the Lukas child to whom you were engaged, Jon."

"What?"

"Did you seriously," and there is a vein throbbing in his temple, "know each other for years, run away from your homes together, get married, and it never, not once occurred to you to tell each other what families you came from?"

-

Jmart get their asses dragged back home for a Real and Proper Legal Wedding (the first definitely wasn't - they exchanged rings and declared their undying love for each other in a moonlit field with no witnesses). As soon as the ceremony's over they're banished back to their farm because no one wants to put up with any more of their bullshit.

And there they live happily (if somewhat embarrassed) ever after.

[liverpool-enjoyer]

WAKE UP BITCHES NEW MODRAMOS FIC DROPPED

Title: Cherry Blossoms

Summary: Luka and Sergio get lost in Japan(I'm so horrible at summaries I'm sorry 😭)

Pairings: Luka Modric/Sergio Ramos, Modramos Tags: Just tooth rotting fluff, angry Luka

A/N: I'm not sure where this was meant to go but it's pretty uneventful. It's completely safe for Ramadan. Nothing explicit. Also I don't know how trains work so don't mind how I started waffling when I was talking about the schedule😭😭

“Sergio come on just pass it over.”

“Just hold on I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

“No, you’re really not,” Luka bit out growing increasingly annoyed as he watched Sergio continue to fumble with the map and the train schedule they’d been given by Marcelo before they left the hotel, “just give them to me.” He said impatiently as finally Sergio handed the map and the schedule over.

The map was a mess. Having been turned over and over and crumpled between Sergio’s hands with each sharp turn the trains took. He couldn’t understand a word but he could easily recognize that somewhere between the 4 trains they’d taken they had most definitely gotten lost. Slowly the regret and dismay of even agreeing to Sergio’s ‘let’s go exploring come on it’ll be fun’ was starting to sink in. Luka’s mood was quickly souring and each lurch of the train was only serving to increase his anger. He was getting hot and stuffy and the occasional brushes of strangers knees and hands against him in the much too overcrowded train was making him feel sick. Trying to focus on the map was a lost cause. Half of it being in Japanese was no help and the small symbols only floated mockingly in front of his eyes in a swirl of confusion. The schedule was no better but at least it was in English. His hazy eyes scoured the time listings but he could barely make sense of it. Train 1 left at 2 o’clock. Train 2 at 3 o’clock. And train 3 at 3:30. Hold on that can’t be right. The third train they took left at 4 o’clock. The train they were on right now according to the map and the schedule was taking them the complete opposite way they needed to be. He felt that same queasiness from earlier begin to take effect again at the realization.

“Luka, are you okay?” Sergio asked worriedly.

“Yeah I’m just peachy.” Luka replied flatly, green faced and slightly foul tempered. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the window trying to reign in both his mood and his churning stomach. “We need to get off this train,” he puffed out lowly. He let Sergio softly open his hand and take the schedule out to examine it.

“Okay, just a couple more minutes before we arrive at the next stop,” he muttered as he tucked the schedule away. He reached down into his backpack before pulling out his water bottle and handing it to Luka, “here drink this, you’ll feel better,” he said soothingly.

Luka took it gratefully and swallowed a few sips before the train came to one final lurch. The doors opened wide as the crowd quickly filtered out of the compartment. Sergio quickly gathered the lengthy map and picked up his and Luka’s backpacks from the floor before grabbing onto Luka’s hand and pulling them both out into the bustling station. He weaved the two of them in and out of crowds and in between rushing families and loud businessmen. Finally they made it out to the entrance and he could feel Luka’s grip slightly loosen as the smaller man took in a deep breath. Sergio let him catch his breath a bit more before muttering out a soft “come on” and dragging them further away from the station.

Neither of them were all too sure where exactly they were. The outside of the station was practically deserted which contrasted greatly with how overflowing it was inside the station. With each step they took away from the station, Luka let himself relax more and more. He was still slightly angry for allowing Sergio to get them lost but he had to admit wherever they were was beautiful. They had managed to wander into a park and he let Sergio pull him towards a bench under the shade of a cherry blossom overlooking a small lake. Luka was actually quite thrilled to discover their trip would coincide with the blooming season of the flowers; having always wanted to see them in person. However right now he still felt a little too hot and bothered to completely admire them.

Sergio watched Luka carefully as he lifted up the hem of the blue sweater he was wearing and pulled it over his head. In just his tank top and shorts, Luka felt like he could breathe much better. Sergio took Luka’s sweater and folded it up for him, placing it in the bag before shifting closer to him. He flung one arm around Luka’s shoulder and pressed his thigh into Luka’s as he turned to face the smaller man.

“Are you okay now?” He asked, his voice still slightly tinged with worry.

“Yeah I’m okay,” Luka replied but his folded arms and distant look towards the small ducks swimming peacefully on the lake said otherwise.

“Lukita what’s wrong?”

Luka stayed silent turning his face away from Sergio.

“Please talk to me Luka,” Sergio pleaded as he placed a hand on Luka’s thigh to try and grab his attention. Luka didn’t pull away at the gesture so Sergio had some hope that he wasn’t entirely mad at him. Sergio wasn’t dumb and he knew Luka only ever ignored him like this when he was being too stubborn for his own good. He was sure his multiple ‘Relax Lukita, I know where we’re going’ assurances and his absolute lack of direction in foreign countries had made Luka turn on him. He let out a low sigh as he contemplated how best to apologize to the smaller man before a small lightbulb switched on in his head.

Luka turned to face his now cold side as Sergio had gotten up so suddenly. He watched him walk around the cherry blossom in what looked to be deep concentration. He wasn’t all too sure what exactly Sergio was trying to do but he quickly looked away and pretended to not have been previously watching the man when he began to grin and walk back to the small bench, seemingly having found what he was looking for.

Sergio reassumed his previous position pressed up against Luka’s side, “Luka can you face me? Please?” Sergio asked cautiously. Luka wasn’t really that mad anymore(he could never stay mad at Sergio for long) but he was anxious to find out what Sergio was going to do so he slowly turned his head to face him. Arms still folded and face set in a blank stare, Luka saw Sergio falter a bit at his unhappy demeanor so he softened his eyes a little. Sergio felt a bit more courageous at the small show of affection and it spurred him on into what he had to say.

“I’m sorry I got us lost Lukita. I had the whole day planned out and I really just wanted to impress you,” he took a small break to finally open up his hand and reveal a pretty pink blossom in his palm. He gently brushed Luka’s hair behind his ear before slotting the pretty flower onto it. It looked even prettier in his Lukita’s hair and he couldn’t help the fond look that overtook his face at the sight of the rapidly blushing Croat. Luka’s eyes turned shifty and he averted his gaze from Sergio’s. “Please forgive me Luka,” Sergio mumbled sweetly into Luka’s temple as he leaned in close to nuzzle his face into his hair and smell the flowery scent from the blossom.

“I already forgave you Sese,” he muttered shyly as he uncrossed his arms and held onto Sergio’s biceps. Sergio sent him a big cheshire grin as he stared back into his eyes. He placed one more sweet kiss on the Croats cheek and even he couldn’t help the infectious laughter that bubbled out of him. He leaned in closer to Sergio’s warm side and allowed himself to be wrapped up in the other man’s arms.

Under the shade of the cherry blossom and with the gentle wind blowing pink petals all over the lake, a small bubble settled over the two of them. The soft pinks and purples of the now setting sun made them both feel so relaxed as they forgot the stresses of the day. Luka curled up further into Sergio’s arms and laid his head on his shoulder as Sergio began to rub small soothing circles into his slightly tense neck. Sergio let out a soft sigh as he felt Luka’s arms tighten around his waist and he laid his cheek onto the man’s head.

“Sese,” the smaller man muttered dreamily into his neck.

“Hm?” Luka could feel Sergio’s chest rumble with the hum.

“I might’ve forgiven you but we’re still lost,” he managed to say.

“You stress too much Lukita. Toni and Marcelo are already on their way to get us,” he hummed back, starting to feel worn out from the days events. He gave Luka’s neck a reassuring squeeze before pressing one more kiss into his hair and allowing them to both fall into a peaceful silence as they continued to watch the sun set.

Despite getting them lost and messing up the whole day he had planned out for them, Sergio wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything.

For @liverpool-enjoyer I hope you like it 🫣

Also special thanks to @kevjrr for picking them first😘

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one day i will post on AO3... today isn't it, though.

from my drafts! i might add more later.

ALNST royalty au

->royalty are able to convey the words of god through song; the more talent a royal has at singing, the more destined they are to ascend the throne.

->ivan is the only prince of his country, and is well-loved by the citizens. twice a year, he hosts a performance to prove his talent in song.

->luka, a prince from another country, is arranged to have a marriage with him to unite the two countries.

->till had experienced the worse parts of the country, such as corrupt power, and believes that he is destined to usurp the throne with his own song skill.

->hyuna is a rebel in luka's kingdom after her brother was found dead at the hands of soldiers who are at prince luka's command.

->ivan watched, jealous, as his cousin sua lived a relatively normal life with a noble's daughter, mizi. he was never really close to sua; he just wishes to have a carefree life like her.

->till had been a servant, and at a ball, mizi had shown kindness to him. he fell in love with her at that moment, and firmly decides that he will ask for her hand when he rises to the throne.

->at a ball, when he was really young, ivan had met till who'd been thrown in a cage after instigating a fight. he was curious, and fell in love a bit later.

[minorisato]

insomnia - ganymede's convenience store

silent hill, original work / jokas / wc: 789 / warnings: minor blood, referenced gore / notes: more of my silent hill ocs :>

As the gas station came into view, Joey felt relief flood through his veins, so much so that he feared he might cry. He couldn’t– wouldn’t, not here, not now. Stay strong. His annoyance was flowing out of him already at the mere thought of getting to speak with Atlas again. His wounds, his blood-stained hands, now, were inconsequential, with the promise of respite. He might even be able to eat something, or grab a few more bullets. (To think, he hadn’t known how to shoot a gun only a short while ago.) Really, though, it didn’t matter what Joey did– all that mattered was that finally, for a few minutes, he could get out of the storm and away from the onslaught. For a few minutes, he could be safe.

Joey carefully opened the door, barely being able to see through the murky glass– uncertain if what covered it was mud, blood, or something else. He didn’t want to startle the one person he’d managed to make in this god-forsaken town– partially because it’d be rude to Atlas, and partially because it might end up with Joey getting a bullet in his shoulder. He was already preparing his questions, ready to ask if Atlas had any updates on his brother’s whereabouts, but–

Inside, Atlas was not there. Instead, a man stood with his back turned, easily a foot taller than Joey himself. He wore a denim jacket, had cropped black hair, and in the hand Joey could see, was holding a lit cigarette, already half smoked. Something about him seemed overwhelmingly familiar, and he was almost reminiscent of Judas, but Joey wasn’t so easily fooled. When the man turned around, any similarity Joey might have seen between the two shattered. If the stubble he wore wasn’t enough, he wore a relaxed expression, one of which would never grace Judas’ features. It served as a dead giveaway that he was still far from finding his brother.

“Hey, an actual person,” the man greeted, flicking his cigarette, allowing ash to fall down to the old tile beneath them. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. I’d remember seeing a human.”

Joey swallowed, awkwardly extending a hand to the man. “I don’t think I’ve seen you either. I’m Joey, uh, Joey Kellams. I’m looking for my brother,” he explained. “I was on the way to his house to visit him, but I’m completely lost. This city is nothing like how I remember it.”

The man chuckled, shaking Joey’s hand, letting his cigarette rest between his teeth. “Yeah, tell me about it. My motorcycle broke down, so I came into town to try and find a mechanic, but ain’t nothin’ here. You’re the first real person I’ve seen.” He took his cigarette from his mouth and crushed it beneath his heel, his black leather boots smashing the tobacco into the tile. “Hell, every other store I’ve been in has had fuckin’ monsters in it.”

Joey worried at his lip. “Is that so?” He asked, hoping– hoping– that Atlas was okay.

The man shrugged. “Least this one ain’t,” he huffed. And then, suddenly, he smacked his forehead, letting out an oh. “I’m so sorry, I haven’t even introduced myself, just been bitching since you walked in. Name’s Lukas Noble.”

Lukas. Lukas. “It’s very nice to meet you,” Joey smiled, though it did not reach his eyes, having little heart. Lukas.

“Here,” he’d said, and handed Joey a can of soda. It was actually cold. Joey hadn’t had a cold soda since before he entered the town. “I gotta get back to lookin’ for a mechanic or somethin’ so I can get the hell out of this place, and I’m sure you got your own shit to do.” He made his way to the same door Joey had entered through, boots clicking against the tile. “You just stay safe, alright? This place… well, you know.”

Joey felt his stomach clench as he remembered that strange creature he’d seen, the one who had pursued him, who made him feel sick in ways he couldn’t describe, flavoured with bad memories and rotten feelings. He did know.

He looked up from the soda can. “You’re going off on your own?”

Lukas turned back to look at him, smirking, a flattering look on him. “I’m not some frail little girl,” he teased, causing Joey to frown. “I’ve dealt with enough monsters. I can handle myself.”

And then he was gone, disappeared behind the filthy glass, shutting the door behind him just as carefully as Joey had opened it. The brunette cracked open at the soda, staring down at it with a sour expression.

“I’m not a frail little girl either,” he mumbled, to no one except himself.