#(to be fair this is a long-winded way of saying 'just be a nice person'

[paulyenvol6]

At your mercy (Part 1)

Based on this request

I wrote so much that I decided to split the story into two parts so this is part 1 and part two will probably be out tomorrow. Also, thank you so much to the person that requested this, I really love the concept and I hope you're happy with it too. I feel like I drifted away a little and Daemon is more like mean and soft dom rather than only soft dom but I hope that's fine :)

Contains: smut, chain play, kissing, touching, breast/nipple play, possessiveness, soft & mean dom Daemon

Wordcount: ~4.28k

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You had only been gone for four days and already missed Daemon which, when you thought about it made sense.

You obviously had been spoiled these past months with him being by your side every second because now, standing in the streets of Pentos, your home, you couldn't help but miss your real home, Daemon. But you knew that it wouldn't be long until you saw him again and you were also genuinely happy to be back in the place you were born. All these familiar scents and colours that you simply didn't smell and see in King's Landing.

The streets were crowded with merchants and salesmen, common people, whores and little children all shouting and screaming so they could be heard. That was one of the things that you missed in King's Landing because though similar scenes took place in the streets of the capital, you, as the king's brother's betrothal, were not supposed to interact with the small folk in the streets. It was too dangerous.

Even now you were accompanied by two of your handmaidens, four knights and your travel compagnion Ygor to guide and protect you. Daemon had insisted on it even after you had told him that you knew the city better than King's Landing and any other place in the world and had said that one knight should be enough.

But now there you were, strolling through the streets with your little group of people. You had come to Pentos to discuss some details for your wedding gown and that was already almost done now. A young, meereenese tailor had presented the magnificant rosé dress to you and your jaw had dropped. This had been one of your wishes for your wedding. You wanted to be dressed in traditional Pentoshi clothing and of course Daemon had granted you this wish. And though it took some effort to have one of the finest tailors in Essos to design your wedding gown, of course the crown had been able to instruct it and when you had laid your eyes on the dress you knew that everything was worth it.

It was lovely with its wide sleeves and the lace covering parts of its front and your arms. It fell down in several layers and had your neck and shoulders exposed. You just hadn't been able to stop thinking about what Daemon would say when he saw you in that dress for the first time and it made your heart flutter.

But now all of that was finished, the nice tailor had written down the little changes that you desired and you had told your travel company your wish to stroll through the city. It was burning hot, way hotter than it was in the capital and you were happy about the umbrella that your handmaidens held over your head in order to protect you from the sun.

You saw little children desperately licking up the last drops of water in their cups, elders fanning themselves with wind and goats crouching against the cool stoney walls in an attempt to escape the sun. Your eyes picked up everything and you were almost not fast enough to notice the different scenes happening in front of you. Memories from long ago came back to your mind when you remembered yourself right here. You were of noble birth so of course you hadn't spent your time on the ground with other small folk children but you had always enjoyed joining your maids when they had needed to make a trip into the city.

Suddenly your attention was drawn to a fair on the other side of the street and you stopped. The building was beautiful and it seemed like the place was crowded with people coming and going.

"I would like to see that fair.", you said turning around to Ygor and he nodded. "Of course, princess."

So it was decided that two of your knights would come with you and the rest would wait outside as it was so crowded that you would probably loose them in the there anyway. You were excited to see what the fair was selling and jingled the coins in your pockets. You really wanted to buy something for Daemon to surprise him when you came back. Perhaps some exotic food or a nice scarf?

You calmly moved through the crowd and saw merchants shouting louder than the other. They wanted to sell their stuff and weren't afraid to brag with promises about their products. But your eyes wandered to a small tent where fewer people were standing. The scent of roses and sandalwood filled your nose and you were drawn to it so you slowly walked to it and pulled the drape to the side so you could enter the tent while your guards waited outside.

"Gevie riña, byka riña, rytsas." (Beautiful girl, little lady, welcome.), the saleswoman shouted when she saw you enter.

"Sȳz tubis" (Good day), you answered with a friendly nod.

"Or do you speak the common tongue, my lady?", the saleswoman then asked with a little accent, perhaps seeing in your clothes and jewelery that you didn't live in Pentos.

"I speak the common tongue as well.", you said.

"That's good. I'm from Myr and I can't understand the low valyrian spoken here." You nodded and smiled and then started to look around in the tent.

"What are you selling?", you asked your eyes on all the little bottles and cans that stood on shelfs or tables.

"Whatever it is you desire, my lady. Candles, oils, jewelery, erotic products."

Your eyes met hers and you felt butterflies in your stomach. Mayhaps you could find your betrothed a little gift in here.

"Come, pretty lady. What scents do you like? I have jasmine candles, lavender oil, that's very good for the skin. Or do you want a towel made of the finest cotton your skin ever touched."

You were overwhelmed with the saleswoman's fast tongue and tried to keep up with all the products she offered you. At last you chose a champaca oil for the hair because you knew how much Daemon liked the scent. And you additionally decided to buy a bottle of sandalwood perfume, a jar of lip balsam and a candle that smelled of honey and awoke a hunger for banana bread in you. The kind saleswoman wouldn't stop talking and you couldn't stop smirking while listening to her flood of words. But in the end you were content and strolled through the tent to see the corners with jars and bottles and etiquettes so small one almost couldn't read what it said.

You halted by a shelf with chains and raised your eyebrows. Something about them interested you and you examined the shiny metal. It felt cold in your hand, a contrast to the burning heat and the mixture of all the different smells that made your head dizzy. The chains felt good in your hand and you let your finger run over the coldness. You didn't exactly know why but suddenly you felt like buying one. You were in a good mood and something about them excited you and it made your insides flutter when you thought about one of them in Daemon's hand… and feeling the coldness on your skin. You decided to take one and chose a pretty silver one that was one of the longest. The saleswoman was pleased to see that you had once again found something to your liking and took the chain from your hands to put it in a beautiful velvet box. But before she closed the cover you cleared your throat.

"Could you…", you began and the woman raised her gaze. "Could you personalize it?", you asked while feeling the heat in your cheeks because the thought that had just entered your brain made you feel aroused.

"Of course, pretty lady. What would you like to have on it?" You reached inside your pocket and quickly found what you were looking for.

"This."

It was a pendant with a dragon on it. Daemon had gifted it to you back when you had only known him for a few moons and ever since that day you had always kept it close to you. Now you thought it was time to have the pendant on a chain so you could wear it around your neck or your body with his pendant always on your skin. The saleswoman smiled friendly and took the pendant that you had offered her.

"Of course. No problem. You can get the chain in two days, until then it should be done."

You thanked her, paid her and now finally wanted to leave but yet again when you walked towards the entrace you stopped. You hadn't seen this part of the tent because it was right next to the exit and you hadn't looked to your right when you had entered. There was a small shelf with rings of silver and gold that reflected the light that shone through the entrance. You frowned and turned around to the saleswoman.

"What are those?", you asked and she swiftly came forward.

"They are decoration for a woman's body, my lady. You wear them on all your most initmate parts to feel everything thrice as much." You blushed hearing her words but grew interested. "You can wear them on your lips or nose or ears but also on your nipples and between your legs. A man will find himself pleased with the jewellery embellishing the woman's body but what he doesn't know is that she feels everything so much more intense."

You raised your eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"It leaves you breathless. Gives you pleasure and overtakes all your senses. Everything you have ever enjoyed, you will enjoy even more with these rings on."

You gulped and felt a little anxious but curious at the same time. The thought of having a ring pierced through your sensitive nipples scared you but what she had described sounded exciting. And yet you decided to leave. You had already bought so many things and finally wanted to get back to the mansion you were staying in to rest and drink some water. That's why you smiled, said goodbye once more and walked out to meet with your guards. All the way back you felt flushed and fussy, not only becaus e of the chain you had purchased but because you still thought about these mysterious little rings…

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As you had promised, two days later you found yourself in the mysterious little tent of the saleswoman again to pick up your chain. She was in a good mood and raved about how pretty the chain looked with the pendant and you were happy when she handed it over to you. You had been nervous to come back here not because you felt uncomfortable but because you were in the same room as the little rings that you hadn't been able to abandon from your mind these past days. What the woman had described had left you curious and aroused and you had caught your thoughts drifting to them over and over again. The merchandiser had seemingly noticed your interest as well because she followed your gaze and smiled softly.

"You can try one.", she said and your eyes shot to her.

"What?"

"I'm sure they would look pretty on you, my lady." You chuckled and nervously toyed with your fingers.

"I don't know… Doesn't it hurt?"

The woman shrugged. "Perhaps. But perhaps it is worth it."

You thought about it and chewed on your lower lip. You would definitely like to try but… what if it was too uncomfortable? Or what if Daemon didn't like it? The saleswoman watched you while you were deep in thoughts and then grabbed your hand to pull you closer to the shelf with the rings.

"Gold would look magnificant on your brown skin, pretty lady.", she said. "You should try it. I've never met a man who didn't like to see his lady decorated like a princess."

You grinned and let her guide your fingers to touch one of the rings. You watched them for a while and then straightened up.

"Alright. I should like to try."

"Wonderful.", the saleswoman smirked. "Lysiros!", she shouted and seconds later a young man with thick brown hair entered the tent from a back entrace.

"Skoros iksis ziry?" (What is it?)

"This lovely young lady would like to have a ring on her…?"

You anxiously lowered your gaze. "Nipples.", you mumbled and the saleswoman smiled widely with lifted eyebrows. "So be it."

And so the woman's assistant who turned out to be a very kind and soft man pierced both your nipples with two pretty gold rings. It only slightly hurt and you were thrilled when you watched yourself in the mirror.

"Are you happy, pretty lady?", the saleswoman said when she watched your reflection.

"Yes. Very.", you said feeling delighted and couldn't wait for your betrothed to see it. You wanted to see his eyes when they wandered down your body and how they changed their colour every time he felt lustful. Just the mere thought of him made you slightly press your legs together and so after you had paid for the rings the only thing in your head for the rest of the day was Daemon.

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It was two days later when your travel company and you set sails for King's Landing and by now you missed Daemon so much that you wished he could just come and get you on his dragon so you were united again. But you had no choice but to daydream about him during the four days it took to sail from Pentos to King's Landing and when you finally stepped on Westerosi ground again excitement and joy were controlling your senses. It was evening already and your head raced as you thought about where Daemon might be and you came to the conclusion that he probably already was in his chambers. So you sent your servants to bring your things to your room. The things you had bought from the saleswoman in the fair though you took with you as you made your way up the many stairs to the red keep.

The corridors were dimmed and not a lot of people except guards strolled through the halls. You almost tripped from your excitement and hoped that you might be able to catch him off guard while he took a bath so you sneakily opened the door to his chambers and quietly made your way inside. You saw his clothes on a shelf next to the curtain that separated the room from another part of it in which the bathtub was so you knew that you had been right. Now you just had to quietly take off your clothes and then you could surprise him…

"Hello?", you suddenly heard him say loudly and you freezed. This hadn't exactly worked and you sighed. But quickly you were filled with happiness again because he was there and you could see him now finally. You swiftly walked to the curtain and pulled it to the side.

"Good evening, betrothed.", you smirked as Daemon looked up to you and smiled when he recognized you.

"My love.", he sighed and you swiftly hasted to him to wrap your arm around his head and press kisses to his wet head.

"I've missed you so much.", you complained and he reached up to wrap his arms around your back.

"Come join me please.", he said and you chewed on your lower lip. You had wanted to surprise him with the rings on your nipples but right now felt too nervous to reveal them yet. You wanted to enjoy some time with him first and only then present to him what you had done. So you nodded and stripped in front of him but let your undergarments on.

The Rogue Prince frowned when he realized what you were doing and raised his hand.

"What is this?", he said commanding and you gave him your best puppy eyes.

"I want to leave it on."

"Why?" You just shook your head and he suspiciously watched you with small eyes.

"I just feel like it.", you eventually whispered and Daemon exhaled but lowered his hand.

"Fine. Come here now." He made some space between his legs and you carefully entered the tub and sat with your back against his chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around your body to press you close to him and you just hoped he wouldn't feel the rings yet. Daemon buried his face in your black hair and inhaled your scent.

"Gods. I missed you, little one." You smiled and let yourself rest against him. The both of you closed your eyes and just enjoyed the moment until he opened his mouth.

"How was your trip, love?"

"It was good. But it would've been better with you." Daemon kissed the back of your head. "I know."

"The wedding gown is lovely though. I can't wait for you to see it." You felt him run his hand over your thighs and he smiled against your hair.

"I'm sure you'll look breathtaking."

"What did you do while I was gone?"

Daemon sighed. "Nothing much. I went on a hunt with Viserys." You slightly turned your head so your cheek was resting on his chest. "Really?"

"Yes. It was nice." You smiled widely. "It's good that you're bonding again."

Daemon hummed and closed his eyes while caressing the skin he could reach with your undergarments on. After a few more minutes you thought that it was time to show him your gifts and you straightened up in his lap which he commented with a grunt.

"I have a surprise for you.", you whispered and couldn't hide the smile on your face.

"What surprise?", he asked and opened his right eye.

"Come on. I'll show you."

So the two of you left the bathtub and Daemon caringly wrapped a towel around your dripping body and then one around himself. You slightly turned away from him as you took your soaked undergarments off so you were bare underneath the cotton towel. Then as Daemon had dried his body you walked to the box of things you had purchased at the fair. Your betrothed, only covered with a towel around his hips, followed you and took his seat on the bed.

"Well", you started. "I've bought a candle." You presented the item to him and Daemon smirked and grabbed it.

"Honey.", he said and you nodded. "And I bought a perfume and an oil for my hair and some balsam for my lips."

You showed each box and jar to Daemon who examined it closely and then put it on the table.

"Very nice.", he then said in the end and you smirked mischievously.

"And I have something else.", you whispered quietly and Daemon watched you with small eyes. You grabbed the pretty velvet box and handed it to him. "Open it.", you spoke and he smirked. "Alright."

He did and his eyes slowly wandered to your flushed skin after he had laid his eyes on the chain. There was something like surprise in his eyes and as if he wanted to ask you if you really wanted this.

"I want you to use it on me.", you whispered and came a step closer to him. Daemon's eyes darkened and he ran his hand over the chain and then the pendant. "I want to wear it. I want to wear your pendant on my skin. Because I'm yours."

He let out a little chuckle as he observed the chain once more and then reached out to grab your hips and pull you towards him. But there was one more thing for him so you put your hands on his' and stopped him.

"Wait.", you breathed and his eyes met yours.

"Why? I want you.", he hissed and you felt goosebumps on your arms. "Just wait, Daemon." He let go of you and you took a step back again. A smile was drawn to your face as you rested your hands on the towel wrapped around your body.

"I have one more surprise for you. And I hope you'll like it." Daemon's eyes flashed and he slightly leaned back with a smug look on his face.

"I don't think anything could hide underneath this that I couldn't like."

Slowly you removed the towel from your body and his gaze dropped to wander over your body. As you had expected it Daemon stopped at your nipples and at first you couldn't read his expression. Then he started to smirk, put the box with the chain next to him and patted his thigh.

"Come here." You obeyed him and walked to him with wobbly knees. Daemon adjusted you on his lap while keeping his eyes on your breasts all the time. Now his face was exactly the right height to examine your dark nipples that were decorated with two small gold rings.

"Pretty.", he whispered with small eyes and you felt butterflies in your stomach. He slowly ran a finger over your right nipple and slightly flicked the ring which made you hiss. They were still fresh and your nipples were even more vulnerable to his touch.

"A bit sensitive, aren't we?" You blushed from the excitement as Daemon traced the outlines of your nipples but then looked at your face again.

"Did it hurt? Getting them pierced?" You shook your head. "Not a lot. The saleswoman's assistent was very careful. He even – "

"He?", Daemon suddenly asked with lifted eyebrows. There was a frown on his face and you quickly shook your head.

"No, don't worry. He didn't do anything inappropriate." But Daemon clearly was angry as his touch on the side of your breasts became more rough.

"I don't like when another man sees what's mine. Makes me very angry.", he whispered threatingly and you once again shook your head.

"I swear it to you, Daemon. He was professional and there wasn't one wrong look." But your betrothed had clearly already made up his mind and possessively wrapped his left arm around your back.

"Next time someone touches you I'll cut their hands off. And if someone lays their eyes on you for too long I'll carve their fucking eyes out." Then he softly pulled at the left nipple ring which made you twitch on his lap.

"Mhmm.", you hummed and Daemon was delighted by watching your reactions. He flicked it to the side and then lowered his head to circle your nipple with his tongue and move the ring around. The feeling was incredible and you realized that the saleswoman hadn't exaggerated with her words. Everything was so much more intense and you were extremely sensitive around your nipples. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure and that was exactly what you loved and couldn't get enough of.

Daemon grew more eager with his touch and after a while he picked you up with one strong arm and threw you on the bed. Without giving you any time to adjust yourself he crawled to lay on top of you and placed his legs between yours. He lowered his head once again and devoured your left nipple while his hand took care of the other.

"I really like your surprises, sweet girl.", he growled and you happily buried your hand in his hair. "You're not gonna be able to do anything after I'm done with you. You don't know what you have done with showing me these things."

You pressed your core against him in anticipation and moaned when his finger pulled at the ring on your nipple. Then he started to massage your whole breast and the coldness of the rings on his fingers felt amazing. And the way they clinged against your piercings every now and then…. You already felt sore on your nipples and they were swollen from his mouth on you but neither of you cared. You let him savour your skin and he was like a wild animal claiming his prey.

After a while Daemon stopped and lifted his head. You watched him curiously to see what he would do next and felt yourself blush when he reached to the box to take the chain. He held it in his hand and examined the dragon pendant with great pleasure and then turned to you again. Daemon rested himself on top of you again and put the chain on your collarbone. The coldness made you twitch and he slowly dragged it over your body.

"What should I do with this, mhm? I could tie you up against the headboard, would you like that? I think the chain would do nicely to keep my precious girl under my control." You felt the heat between your legs and wished he would do something about it. But Daemon just pulled the chain higher until the pendant glistened on your neck. "Or I could choke you with it until you cry for me to stop. Would you like that?"

You nodded with wide eyes and felt yourself getting deeper and deeper into subspace. Next, the chain was over your mouth and Daemon ran the little dragon over your partly opened lips with lustful eyes. "Or I'll gag you with it. So I can make sure you'll behave and I don't have to listen to your complains." Your eyes fluttered and your hands helplessly clung to him.

"Please. Do whatever you like.", you whispered and felt how soaked you already were between your legs.

"I will, sweet girl.", he purred.

[yuri-is-online]

You, I, and the Wall (Azul, Jade, and Floyd x Yuu)

You lie on the ground taking deep breaths, searching around you for three objects you can name while you try to force your ears to tune into the noises around you. The three boys surrounding you look concerned, almost like you're crying but you can't really bring yourself to care right now. It's not like they care anyway, you think; an upset person is just inconvenient to deal with.

"It's my fault." You try to reassure them with a shaky breath. "I'm the one who made the mistake of feeling safe."

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, heavy angst, SPOILERS FOR CH. 4, specifically how Jamil's UM might make someone feel (as in not good, forcing someone to do stuff they do not want to is not nice). If you like this please check out my masterlist here (x)

Floyd

"I bet you'd rather be talkin to Crabby right now, huh?" Floyd almost sounds self depreciating, there's a haze of tears clouding your judgment that makes him feel a bit safer in his vulnerability. "Sorry I'm all that's here right now." He makes sure to stay just far enough from you that you don't feel like he's crowding your personal space, but close enough that there's a barrier between you and the door the Scarabia students fled through. If those guppies thought there was any sort of excuse for putting you into this state he would accept, well there wasn't. If they thought he had forgotten their faces they had a gigantic storm coming, but he needed to make sure you were alright first. Hurricane's can't start until the eye is calm.

"I tried calling Ace, he didn't answer." Your voice sounds so unlike you, weak and tired. "Same with Deuce."

"Ha, dunno about Mackey but Crabby's definitely scratching at the walls if you told him you're in trouble." He means it, and he hates how he knows it will calm you down. Floyd doesn't like the sidelines, that's where Jade thrives, not him. Being jealous that Ace is calming you down even though he's not here is petty and kind of pathetic. But he can't help it, the way he moves and looks is scary, but surely if he looks at you long enough you'll realize-

"You ain't gotta believe me now," he mumbles to himself, slowly shuffling closer to you, satisfying his urge to squeeze by pinching your cheek, "already knew I was gonna have to work on that, but I don't ever want to see you like this again." Finally you look at him instead of away; you are confused and tired but finally comfortable enough to let your exhaustion put you to sleep. He used to think he loved every face you could make, and he can't say he never wants to see you scared because of how cute you look spooked, but this, this wasn't fun. You'll just have to let him be the only one to scare you from here on out, he thinks, gently picking you up off the ground to take you somewhere more comfortable.

Jade

To be fair, Jade had expected you to try hitting him a lot sooner than this. He also had to admit it was extremely... lovely of you to have enough control over yourself to stop just before landing the blow.

"No fighting in the lounge, that's the rule right?" Your entire body is tense, even as you retract the fist and retreat into yourself, away from the table, away from him. Azul laughs awkwardly while pushing forward in discussing the Scarabia situation, but Jade keeps his eyes on you.

"Of course for a magicless person like yourself there would be no way to resist being hypnotized. Really someone could have given you whatever orders they wanted to and ordered you not to remember-"

In hindsight maybe, compared to some of the other observations he has voiced out loud, that one was a touch harsh.

"I am quite sorry if I caused offense." He says. Still tense, you take in a deep shuddering breath, winding up for something. His hands fold contentedly, wondering if you will try to hit him again. Given his comments, he doesn't mind letting you.

"Fuck off." You sound so small you want to die but the shock that unwinds on his face is somewhat satisfying. He wonders, as you try to walk away again, just how it would feel to be powerless to say no. To be small and alone in a world you don't belong in, forced to do something by someone against your will and then made fun of by someone strikingly similar for not being able to protect yourself.

It's an ugly thought, but he wonders if anyone has ever made you feel this small before, if he is making you feel that small now.

"I did not say what I did to mock you." Jade is surprised by the strength of his conviction, and how little he thinks to blame you if you choose not to forgive him. "If the thought of that person's magic scares you, please stay close to Floyd. He will be able to keep you safe." To his great relief some tension leaves your shoulders, and he dares to risk a step forward. "I should hope this goes without saying, but what happened to you was not your fault, nor was it acceptable."

"You trying to say Octavinelle has a monopoly on exploiting me?" There's an edge to the question that will take time to dull, but your ire seems less pointed at him now.

"I'm suggesting you simply look at our involvement as a form of revenge." He means it, though he knows you are in no position to tell just yet. That's quite alright, he knows himself. He can wait.

Azul

"Please wait!" Azul is surprised you don't break into a sprint, but then you don't slow down or stop either, stubbornly insistent on moving towards Ramshackle Dorm. You allow him to walk next to you, ignoring the huffs of stress in his breath.

"What do you want Azul?" No no no this is all wrong, you compliment his efforts after seeing him at his worst and now you're icing him out? Sure, he knew entertaining the idea you could be friends, genuine ones, was too good to be true but seeing it go up in foam in front of him was still painful.

"What did you mean feeling safe was a mistake?" He knows Jamil, in theory anyway, they're in a complicated place right now. Or maybe always but that's besides the point. There was a reason behind all of this he is sure you will likely find sympathetic enough to forgive, but if you are in this much pain why should you? Not that he has a say in it, but why should he let you?

"What do you want Azul?" You just repeat yourself, nails digging into the palms of your hand in a way that looks so painful he can't stop himself from reaching to pull them towards him. It keeps you from running the next couple feet to the mirror, both of you forced to look at the bleeding dents in your palms in a mixture of shame and remorse. He's too distressed to express himself, moving to firmly hold both of your hands with one of his while the other searches for his magic pen. 'What do yo-"

"A chance." Magic soothes the pain as Azul works to close the admittedly tiny wounds with the same determined focus he shows his studies. "All I have ever wanted is a chance." He doesn't say at what, you get a feeling he doesn't really know what he is asking for right now himself. But with how he refuses to mention payment as he puts away his magic pen, just continues to hold you in place, you think you could maybe eventually understand.

"I'll give you one." You swallow hoarsely, taking away your hands from his as he tries to pretending he didn't memorize their warmth.

"It's a deal then," he means that as a joke you think, but there's a bit of his normal showmanship and pride you find oddly comforting now "I promise you, one is all I'll need."

[dearest-tobio]

“what’s your favourite moment of our relationship so far?”

you pose the question to iwaizumi against the backdrop of huntington beach. the sun dips the sea in hues of orange, a vibrant see you tomorrow to end the day. activity on the shore fades out with the waves: families packing up, surfers swimming back to land. you and iwaizumi are almost the only two left—his hand around your shoulder and your head on his chest as you both lay on the picnic blanket.

“favourite part?” he inquires back. “it’s hard to choose.”

you playfully hit his chest, shifting closer in his embrace. “oh come on, don’t give me that generic answer. there must’ve been something that stood out.”

in the brief quiet that follows, your eyes drift to the palm trees gently swaying in the wind. “well,” iwaizumi muses, “i do mean it. i don’t have a favourite part.”

his fingers reach up to caress the side of your hair: warm, tender, loving. “i loved meeting you for the first time. we were both clumsy as fuck at orientation.”

you laugh, thinking about your first day at uc irvine. absorbed in figuring out the campus map on your phone, you ended up bumping right into another student. the impact of the collision threatened to knock you off your feet—if it wasn’t for the other student’s steady grip on your hand.

you immediately uttered countless apologies, getting back on your feet and letting go of his grasp. the student shook it off. he wasn’t watching where he was going either, he claimed. you shared a smile—little did you know then, one of many more to come—before you introduced yourself to him.

he returned the courtesy, and you almost missed his name because of the way his dark spiky hair seemed to gleam under the california sun.

“hajime iwaizumi. nice to meet you.”

back in the present, iwaizumi laughs in tandem with you, a deep timbre you’ve always adored. “yeah, we were kind of stupid. great story to tell though.”

iwaizumi glances up at the seagulls flying up ahead, disappearing from his view not long after. “i also love our first anniversary. just stargazing at some random trail. and our second with the build-a-bears. and our third at the fair.”

“oh, and you meeting everyone from back home. especially those three idiots.” you laugh louder this time, recalling the first video call you had with iwaizumi’s old teammates at aoba johsai. “honestly,” he continues with apparent amusement laced in his tone, “where oikawa, makki, and mattsun are, chaos is sure to follow.”

“i loved meeting your friends!” you exclaim, beaming ear-to-ear. “can’t wait to meet them in-person someday.”

you feel iwaizumi’s chest rise and fall as he scoffs. “they’re a handful, baby. don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

“going back to the question,” iwaizumi continues, “do you really want to know why i don’t have a favourite moment?”

“go ahead. i’m waiting.”

“i don’t have a favourite moment…” iwaizumi pauses, and you feel his lips pressing a quick kiss against your forehead.

“i don’t have a favourite moment, because any moment with you is my favourite.”

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fic recs of the month

This is just a collection of my fic recs for the month of march, have fun <3

The Lab

by @de-sire-blog (de_sire) on Ao3

“I don’t get it,” Sirius says truthfully. “Remus is such a nice person, why does everyone pretend like he’s some kind of wicked stepmother?”

James laughs joyfully and winks at Sirius. “Are we even talking about the same person?” He holds out his hand above his head. “Big guy, about this tall, curly hair? Temper like a sleeping dragon? Smart, but a bit full of himself? Can kill you with his eyes?”

Sirius raises his eyebrows and laughs as well. “No, I don’t think we are talking about the same person at all.”  

A love story about healing, new beginnings and growing up. Academia! Romance! Shared cigarettes, cute cats, lots of coffee and the most amorous business trip you have ever seen.

the hare and the hound

by @steelycunt (aeridi0nis) on Ao3

‘He’ll never have to do it again, Remus realises. He can just keep being good, if he just behaves, he’ll never have to do it again, never with the dark and the bleeding and the crying. He just can’t give them reason to be angry at him, and he won’t, he hasn’t. And his mum is right – the drink does make him feel a little better.’

or:

Remus is a terribly behaved five-year-old. He doesn’t really think so himself, but his parents lock him in the cellar every month, so he must be doing something to deserve it. Well, not anymore. He’s got a plan, see, sort of. He’ll never go downstairs again.

Dusk

by @theresthesnitch on Ao3

“That’s not fair.” Sirius was crying now, and Remus swiped his tears away with his thumb. “This isn’t fair. We haven’t had enough time. It’s not fair.” 

“I know, love.” Remus leaned in for a kiss, and wondered if it would be the last. “I have loved you for sixty-two years, and it’s nowhere near enough.” 

Or

Sirius loses his memories.

Lupine

by @wolfstarbuxks (BayleyWinchester) on Ao3

Lupine adjective lu·pine | \ ˈlü-ˌpīn \ Definition of lupine : WOLFISH

Teddy is Remus' everything in life. He'd do anything for his son - including going to the same zoo, twice a week for a year so that his son could see the wolves that he had fallen in love with.

And if that meant that Remus got to met a sexy zookeeper, who was he to complain?

CONSTANT VIGILANCE and COMMON SENSE

by darkbluedark on Ao3

In which Alastor not-yet-"Mad-Eye"-but-still-quite-Mad Moody does as Alastor "Just Mad" Moody does, and brings a sneakoscope to an Order meeting.

~The kind of fix-it that makes so much sense that the fact that it isn't canon should be considered a plot hole in itself~

A Brief History of Dragons

by @eyra on Ao3

It's lovely up here; all meadows dotted with wildflowers, wind-beaten tracks criss-crossing this way and that through the fields, weaving inland to the pinewoods. The sun's hot on his back as he passes ramshackle stone walls, long since crumbled to piles of ancient rubble and scree, and then the path winds downwards, still following the line of the coast until Sirius finds himself outside an old white cottage, tucked away behind the hill with a rose garden that faces out to the sea.

Sirius moves to Cornwall for the summer and meets a rude, beautiful boy who is writing a book that may or may not be about dragons.

The Phoenix Agency

by LupinsChocolatePraline on Ao3

Sirius Black is excited to start his first full-time job after Uni, but this life change doesn’t sit well with his boyfriend who is difficult to live with on a good day, abusive on all other days. Sirius is good at pretending that everything is alright, he can even convince himself, but sometimes he wishes things were different. The problem is – Fabian is all Sirius has. Or so they both think.

Remus Lupin is a senior copywriter at an advertising agency, currently single by choice, and very comfortable with his unchanging daily routine, his familiar colleagues and his company-issued ergonomic chair that’s been his for three years now. When his favourite graphic designer is replaced by a twitchy, fresh-out-of-university Sirius Black, his peaceful routine takes an unexpected hit.

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 1)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (1)

Masterlist (other parts here)

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YFN POV

Eyes closed, she took a deep breath in and out. The sea breeze whipped a few strands of hair out of her messy bun. She opened her eyes to look at the last rays of daylight as the wind shifted suddenly. A storm was coming – she could feel it. She smiled and looked up at the darkening clouds. She loved the feeling of the darkness creeping in, and the storm. She was unsure whether it was the potential violence of it, or the uncertainty, but she still loved it nonetheless. She felt comfortable in that space. She looked around the beach and saw nobody. It was so different to Australia, where people would be sitting on the beach regardless of the weather. Her eyes searched the beach for any sign of life, and out of curiosity, she checked the little alcove at the top of the sand - barely big enough for a couple. Sure enough, as had been the past several sunsets, she saw her again. She was a petite thing with a kind face, yet it held a frown and sad eyes. She had her arms wrapped around her shins, her chin resting on her knees. Her clothes, although the right sizes, looked like they were drowning her, and her expensive white trainers were ruined by the sand. She held a thousand-yard stare over the water and YFN wondered what she was thinking about. She looked like the kindest person, with a face that had the potential to light up at the smallest of things.

She had been there every sunset for the past four days – which is how long YFN had been in the city. Who knows the actual number of times the woman had actually been coming to that same spot.

YFN puzzled over her. She wanted to make sure she was okay, but didn’t want to overstep with a complete stranger. YFN knew that look though, and would never be able to forget if she didn’t at least try.

She stood and walked slowly over to the woman, careful not to startle her. As she stopped in front of her, the woman lifted her head from her knees, a small look of surprise and worry crossing her face. Though, the surprise was one of a people-pleasing nature, a look that said she didn’t want to interrupt someone to go out of their day just to speak to her.

YFN sat diagonally to her so as not to block her view or force a close proximity to sit beside her. “Hey, I hope you don't mind me coming over to say hello. I just noticed you seem to be the only person here to appreciate sunsets as much as I do.”

The woman gave a little smile and her eyes softened. “I never really watched sunsets much in my life to be fair. This is a completely new thing to me.” Her accent was unmistakably English though YFN had no idea from where as she was so new to the country.

“Why the change, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I think it calms me. It helps relax my mind.”

YFN nodded. “I get that. I’ve always been a sunset and beach baby, though. It’s just so… peaceful? I’m not sure if that’s the right word.”

“Do you like sunrises as well then?”

“Interestingly enough, no. I really don’t. I can admire how pretty they are, sure. But they give me anxiety more than take it away.”

She rested her chin back on her knees. “Ah. You’re not from around here, are you?”

“Is the accent that bad?”

“You sound quite English to be fair, but you speak a bit different. Where are you from?”

“Australia. Landed about 4 days ago, actually.”

“Australia?! I love Australia. No wonder you’re at the beach. You don’t sound very Australian though.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She laughed. “I’m YFN.”

“I’m Jordan.”

“Nice to meet you, Jordan.” She smiled and received a genuinely happy smile in return. “To be honest, you’re the first person I’ve had a proper conversation with here, and I hope you don’t take this in a negative way at all, but I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Jordan’s head lifted again in surprise, again that people pleasing worry that someone was going out of their way to worry about her was present. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. YFN filled the void. “I’ve seen you here the past four days and I don’t mean to overstep, I just noticed you looked a little…upset…perhaps, and wanted to come over and offer myself as an ear or a friend, whatever you may need.”

Jordan’s lips twitched and she pressed them together as if she were trying to stop her tears from starting. Her chin quivered and she tilted her head back slightly in an attempt to stop the tears before they began.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Jordan.” She said her name to create a common ground between them. “Honestly, I pride myself on being the most understanding person you’ll ever meet so please, I’m right here if you need to talk, or need a hug. Anything you need. I’m right here.”

Jordan gave a little laugh and used the cuffs of her baggy shirt to wipe her tears away.

“I’m sorry I’m just blubbering away like a child.”

YFN pulled herself up the sand so she was sitting right next to her. “Don’t be sorry at all. I’m right here. To be honest, who else is better to talk to than a stranger you might not see again, hey?”

Jordan smiled and gave another little laugh, though the tears were increasing. YFN took a risk and put her arm around Jordan’s little body. She clutched her far shoulder and rubbed it to soothe her. Jordan leaned into her, her whole body a quivering mess slowly becoming undone.

“I…I…I’ve lo…lost everything.” Her hands went up to cover her face and YFN turned slightly, wrapping her other arm around her also, pulling her close. Her body was so little and fragile. She cried louder, letting herself be held by YFN.

YFN’s heart broke at just how vulnerable and broken she must have been to let a complete stranger hold her as she cried.

“You’ll be okay, Jordan. Let it all out. I’m right here. Just take your time and let it all out.” Jordan relaxed a little and continued to cry, sniffling into her hands. YFN took a few tissues out of her pocket and slipped them into her hands.

“Th…th…tha…” She wiped her eyes and blew her nose. After she calmed a bit, she leaned back, her eyes red and puffy, with an apologetic attempt at a smile. YFN gave back the most heartfelt, empathetic smile she could muster. She kept one arm around her.

“Oh – I definitely needed that.”

“I think you did. I think you need a bit more to be honest, but that’s a good start.”

Jordan blew her nose again and a shiver rippled through her spine. YFN rubbed her shoulder to give her some warmth.

“Would you like to talk about it, or we could sit in silence if you’d like?”

Jordan looked at her. She felt relaxed and like she could be herself around the woman. She felt like a genuine, nice human. Jordan also assumed from everything that she had no idea who she was and what she did for a living. That helped encourage her to open up. “I just feel so sad all the time lately. I don’t get it – it’s not me.” YFN stayed quiet and let her talk. It was healthy to talk. “I lost my partner, I lost my c…club of over 10 years…it was my h…home. I lost my spot on the England squad. I can’t even represent my c…country. I’m just.. really not doing well at the moment, and I don’t know what to do or who to talk to.”

“You’re an athlete?”

Jordan nodded. “Football.”

“Ah, I heard that’s pretty popular here.”

Jordan laughed. “Yeah, we’re a bit obsessed over here to be fair.”

“Do you have a new club?”

“Yeah…yeah I do.”

“Was it your choice to leave?”

“Yeah it was. I wasn’t getting enough play time. I’m a footballer – I need to play. And my ex is at the club, and it was getting hard to see her every day. Leaving was the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make.”

“Did someone help you make that decision?”

“Yeah actually, I had a friend who I was speaking to about it all. She was really encouraging about it all, to be fair. She said leaving was the right choice.”

“Well I don’t know this friend but I’m 100% certain she was right. You made the right choice for your career, and for your emotional health. It may feel like you’ve lost everything, but you need to look at it instead as a new beginning. Because that’s exactly what it is. A new beginning with new friends in a new location. More play time. Time to yourself and away from your ex. This is such a positive step!”

Jordan smiled and her body relaxed as she looked up at YFN. “Really?”

“Really. I promise. It’s only hurting because it’s all so new. Change is scary but it’s a good thing for you. It’s exciting to be honest! So much more opportunity.”

Jordan nodded. “You’re right.” Her lip quivered again. “It’s just so hard at the moment and I feel so alone in all of this.” She shivered as a gust of cold wind swept over them.

YFN rubbed her shoulder again. “Who’s your friend who helped you make the decision? Can you call her to spend the night and help give you some advice and support?”

“L…Lucy. She should be in London for camp at the moment actually.”

“Perfect. Maybe we should call her and you can spend the night. Do you think she’d like that?”

“Y…eah. I just wouldn’t want to ruin her camp.”

“She’s your friend. I’m sure she will prioritise you above all else, hm? Friends come first.” Jordan looked unsure – her people pleasing face on again. “It’s okay to ask for support.” YFN whispered to soften the blow. She rubbed her shoulder. “Can I call her for you?”

Jordan nodded and took out her phone. She brought up the contact and gave the phone to YFN.

“Okay, I’ll be just a minute, okay?” YFN took the phone and moved away from Jordan. She shivered again, her little body not dealing well with the wind. YFN knelt down in front of her and took off her jacket, ignoring Jordan’s protests as she put it on her. Jordan gave her a thankful smile. YFN smiled back and stood, walking just far enough away that she wouldn’t be able to hear, and dialled the number.

“Hey Jords, what’s happening?” Again, another English accent. This one stronger and still just as much a mystery to YFN.

“Hi…Lucy? This isn’t Jordan, it’s YFN. You don’t know me, I only met Jordan 10 minutes ago.”

“Is she okay?” The voice was immediately worried.

“She’s okay. We’re just at the beach. I noticed she’d been coming down here for a few days, and looking a little upset and lost. I just came over to make sure she’s okay and she’s not. I think she’s had a rough time lately with her ex and her club and the England squad she mentioned? Anyways, I think it’s best if she had a friend to talk to and spend the night with.”

“Absolutely. Which beach are you at? I’ll come right now.”

“I’m not sure actually, and I think that’ll be a bit too much for her. She needs support but I’ve noticed she doesn't like the idea of putting anyone out. I think you turning up here might be a bit too like an intervention. She mentioned she didn’t want to ruin your camp also.”

“Argh, Jords.” She sounded frustrated and worried. “Okay, well do you think you can get her to my place at all? I’m sorry to ask more of you.”

“No, it’s okay, I promise. I don’t mind at all. She seems like an amazing person, and so do you, to be honest. I just want her to be okay and know that she has support. It’s really important.”

“Yes, it is. Okay, come to mine. Jords knows the address, and I’ll see you soon, okay? Let me know if you need me to come get you from anywhere.”

“Thanks Lucy, we’ll see you soon.”

YFN hung up and walked back over to Jordan who was zoned out again, staring at the sand. She knelt down and gave her phone back with a smile. “Lucy seems lovely. She’s excited to see you.”

“She’s a good friend.” Jordan smiled in return.

“She wants you to stay the night. Do you know how to get there from here?”

She nodded and paused, looking up at YFN. “Can you come with me?” She asked hesitantly, as she struggled to ask for help.

“Of course I can!” She took Jordan’s hands and helped pull her up. She went to take the jacket off and YFN caught her. “Nuh uh uh. Keep it for now, please. You look freezing.”

They walked up the beach to the stairs and ascended them, the wind getting even more aggressive. Jordan stopped at the top and took her shoes off one at a time to empty the sand out. The wind almost knocked her little body over as she was balancing and YFN caught her before she fell, holding her steady while she put her shoe back on.

“Jeez, you’re like my guardian angel.” Jordan laughed.

“Chivalry isn’t dead when I’m around, mate!” YFN put on a strong Australian accent.

They walked in comfortable silence for a bit, YFN not wanting to push her to talk or to get emotional again. The silence was the good kind though, the comfortable kind. They would brush against each other by accident, setting a pace perfect for them both. YFN looked up at the dark storm clouds above them and smelled petrichor. She loved the smell of coming rain.

“I never asked anything about you. What are you doing here?”

“Are you about to tell me to go back to my own country?”

Jordan laughed. “No, of course not!”

“I’ve always wanted to visit and was sick of waiting for people who always had excuses, so I decided to do it alone. Best decision. Have you travelled much?”

“I mean, I’ve travelled a lot with football, but mainly in Europe. We had the World Cup last year over in Australia, though. That was the best time of my life. The beaches and the weather were incredible.”

“Do you have anywhere else you want to go?”

“So many places, but I always expected to go with Leah, you know?”

“Your ex?”

Jordan flinched, realising she had just mentioned Leah Williamson, Captain of the England Squad and world-wide known celebrity. She looked for a reaction at the name from YFN and didn’t get one. It comforted her that YFN genuinely had no clue about any of them. “Yeah… yeah. We sort of…fell apart. I don’t know how I can love someone else. She was perfect. I was so lucky.”

“What happened?” YFN asked softly. Jordan hesitated. YFN opened her mouth to give her an out.

“She grew. I didn’t. I stayed the same. Same old me. Never getting games, just happy to be here. Watching my friends all get game time and do amazing things while I was only there because I was dating the Captain. She learnt so much and I just… wasn’t enough anymore.” She was crying again, harder. So hard that she couldn’t see where she was going. YFN offered her arm and she took it, letting her lead the way. It started raining then, and it didn’t begin slowly, it came down hard, hard, harder. Big droplets. They were both soaked in an instant.

They continued to walk, almost unable to hear each other in the rain. YFN saw a little alcove and pushed Jordan back into it so she would be dry for a bit. YFN, however, was still in the rain. The alcove was only big enough for one.

“Is it far?!” She almost shouted above the rain.

Jordan shook her head, and YFN could see that the rain had sombered her mood even further. “I lost everything. I lost her. I lost my family. My club. Everything.” She let herself feel her emotion loudly, being comforted by the deafening sound of the rain. YFN’s heart broke and she wrapped Jordan up into an all-encompassing hug. She knew the feeling all too well. Jordan sobbed loudly as she clung to YFN as if she were a life support. YFN rested her chin on her head and rubbed her back. “It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay. I promise. I’ve got you.”

Jordan clung tighter, her whole body quivering with grief. YFN felt Jordan’s phone vibrate and let her continue to grieve, grabbing the phone out. Several missed calls from Lucy, as well as messages. Just as she was about to message back, she called again. YFN held Jordan tight against her with one arm in the little alcove, her other answering the phone.

“Hello?”

“YFN? Is she okay?”

She tightened her grip around the woman. “We’ve just had to make a stop with the rain.”

“There’s a storm. That’s why I’ve been calling. I’m in my car driving around to find you two. Where are you?” Lucy’s voice was worried and commanding.

YFN looked at the store window they were leaned up against. “Daly’s Deli? Do you know where that is?”

“I’m just turning the corner now. I’ll be there in a minute.”

The phone hung up and YFN pocketed it. She placed her arm back around Jordan.

“Everything…everything…Leah…Arsenal…my England squad…my friends…”

“Jordan… you need to stop following this grief. Allow yourself to grieve, yes, but we need to think of the positives also, okay? New club, new people, new opportunities, more play time. It’s scary to start new but it’s incredible. You’re going to have so many new experiences!”

A car quickly pulled up by the curb behind them and a woman stepped out, car still running, and came over. She didn’t seem to care about the rain, her focus on the two women holding each other in the alcove. Lucy’s dark brown hair was up in a messy bun, her clear framed glasses getting soaked in the rain. She wiped them as she hurried over. Her eyes met YFN’s and she paused, blinking. The two shared something, and then their attention shifted to Jordan.

“Jords, I’m here.” Lucy placed a hand on YFN’s back, and Jordan’s head, as if to protect them both in their little alcove.

“L…Lucy?”

“I’m here, Jords. Let’s get you warm and dry. Come on.”

Jordan refused to let go of YFN and they all made their way to the car. Lucy opened the door as the two slid into the back. Lucy got into the driver’s seat and drove the rest of the way to her house. She pulled into the garage where it was dry and they managed to get Jordan out and into the house.

“Alright Jords, straight into the shower please. Warm yourself up. I’ve put some clothes in there for you. I’ll be right out here, okay?”

Jordan nodded grabbed YFN’s arm. “You’re not leaving, are you?.” It was a question that sounded like a plea.

YFN looked at Lucy. “If that’s okay.”

“Absolutely. She’s staying, Jords. Now go warm up.”

Lucy and YFN took a seat at the kitchen bench, both drying themselves off with towels.

“Coffee? Tea?”

“No thank you, I don’t drink either.”

Lucy raised her eyebrows like she was impressed. “She’s going to want you to stay the night, you know.”

“How do you know?”

She rolled her eyes. “Jords has been one of my closest mates for over a decade. I know.”

YFN couldn’t take her eyes off the woman. “I don’t know if that would be appropriate. We did only meet an hour ago..”

If YFN didn’t know better, she’d say that Lucy looked disappointed. “Well, you’re more than welcome. I have a spare room and spare clothes. If you do end up going, at least let me drive you there so you avoid the rain.”

“I love the rain.” YFN almost whispered.

“Me too.” Lucy stated, sharing a look. “But we can’t have you getting sick or walking home alone. Where is home, by the way?”

“Ah, I’m just staying at a hotel in town.”

Her dark eyebrows raised again. “You’re not from here?”

“Australian. Visiting. Arrived four days ago.”

Lucy looked intrigued. “I love Australia. That explains the accent… how long are you here for?”

“I didn’t really set a timeline, I was hoping to be in England for at least 2 weeks, then onto some European countries.”

“Are you travelling with a partner..?”

YFN smiled at the question. “No partner, just me.”

[shadows-writing-lounge]

Content: General Horny headcanons. Ganondorf calculations. General Ganondorf .

Kinks and activities mentioned: Size kink, fingering(Ambiguous)

Ganondorf only for now(I was tempted to put stuff for Ganon, phantom Ganondorf and Demise).

Reader: This post his general, gender neutral, without mentions of genitalia. Butt stuff fair game. Reader is refered to as smaller than Ganondorf because no matter the iteration he's at least 7'6" feet<228.6 cm> (Oot source Hyrule Historia) and they keep making him bigger. (Gamespot pixel counted and said Totk Ganondorf is about 10 feet <305cm>) you/your

Pussy having reader version

Dick having reader version

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General Headcanons

Ganondorf's goods

Balls are also heavy. They really fill your palm. I see people use breeder balls very often but I think it's an apt description of these boys.

As we all know he's big. Big in every aspect. I don't like to designate specific sizes or details for self projection sake but for the people that asked I'll attempt to describe it for y'all. Despite what people think height doesn't equal bigger dick but ignore this because he a big boy anyway. After some tasteful research. Which means I looked at studies of hand to penile length calculations, looked up some fan estimates he's at least 22.9cm <9 inches> though I'd personally say bigger. Girth could also be wild but I will limit it to 17.78 cm <7 inches> in max because the human anus can stretch to 17.78 cm <7-7.5 inches> if you're into that feel free to go bigger. It's hefty. Hangs down when erect.

Ganondorf carries more that one great sword 👍 (watch me edit this out at a later date)

Cum wise I imagine him with a thicker consistency. Opaque. Slightly salty. He has no preference where he cums so if you do be sure to tell him.

Ganondorf is a king who takes self maintenance serious. Literally never looks bad or ungroomed. Though I believe there wouldn't be time to shave. He is clean and would most likely trim beforehand if he thinks he'll initiate intercourse.

Muscle lovers are feasting good. Nice ass and thighs with every iteration. Torso changes but I think all of them are pretty good.

Ganondorf is not that vocal during the act. Usually only responding when talked to or the need arises. Confirmation of continued consent or if something is working etcetera.

Ganondorf's kinks

I will say his kinks probably change depending one which iteration you're looking at though some are shared. I'd peg Ganondorf as uncaring of his partner's sex.

-Size kink(all) is an obvious one. He's so much bigger sometimes he doesn't even need to undress to overwhelm his lover as they struggle to take his fingers. Though he also enjoys the reverse of his smaller partner taking control. Just don't instigate a coup on your self.

-Going along with size kink Ganondorf likes to Manhandle. Holding his partner in the air, holding them down and moving them mid bang and some iterations are into being a little rough physically.

-Praise kink both receiving and giving. (All) Oot Ganondorf sometimes leans into the mocking variety. Warriors very sparingly praises but always means it.

-Degradation kink giving only.(OoT, TP, ToTK) Twilight Princess is that classy degradation. Wind Waker would attempt but wouldn't be able to do it long as he feels it's dehumanizing. All you'd really get is the rare times when he's outraged.

OoT makes me think he'd be into Dacryphilia.(ToTK as well but lesser)

Roleplay involving power imbalance. OoT only if he's the higher power, HW he'll humor being the lower power, TP occasionally either or.

ToTK generally refuses to give up power unless you offer in a specific way. Such as it being akin to worship or that he's so powerful he doesn't even bother to give an effort. Stroke both is dick and his ego. Predator/Prey is the only exception you can't convince him to act prey like.

Exhibitionism. Even if an iteration doesn't care for others seeing their partner naked. He is a possessive and jealous man. He revels in showing off what's his and other's knowing they're off limits. If he has access to a throne...

Body worship. Both receiving and giving. He enjoys letting his partner know how much he desires them and vice versa.

Note: I'm not really into Degradation, Daceyphilia, so I can really get into depth as I would like. If you have ideas feel free to send it in. For educational purposes of course.

Reader Insert Headcanons

Regardless of how much you weigh or how big you are. He'd be able to pick you up. He likes letting you know this. So malleable small in his grasp. Sometimes his hand makes it's way around your neck. Not tightly but the warmth makes it clear it's there and how much only one hand wraps around you.

He's patient taking his time, relishing it it even, working you open. OoT and ToTk will more inclined to edge you until he can fully slip in. If you voice annoyance he'll do the opposite overstimulating you until he's satisfied.

Very encouraging of you to make noise. Perhaps say how well he's doing. WW is basically the only iteration who's not overly teasing.

Sessions where Ganondorf's focuses solely on you are mostly non penetrative.(unless you request) Outercourse, and intercrural being the focus.

Adding on to that he finds hit very endearing and cute if during a thigh job his tip peeks out the other side. Those he'd praise you if your thighs cover all of him.

Feel free to ride his thighs to completion. He'll let you go unless you ask for his touch. He doesn't hesitate to join fondling and presses kisses where he can reach without disrupting your ministrations. He waits until either you cum or plea for him to help release your buildup.

Couple things for Anorgasmia

Whether it's just difficult or complete lack Ganondorf doesn't mind if you can't come. If it's difficult but possible and you want to climax, he'll have you guide him. Telling him how and we're to touch to force out that climax.

Otherwise he relies on you informing him of he's doing something that's uncomfortable or painful.

[turtleblogatlast]

Thinking about the Don Suave scene and what it means in terms of LGBTQ+ representation because my brain does nothing if not torment me with random topics to ramble about on the regular.

Anyway, I just wanted to ramble about why I like the scene but to get it out of the way - the scene can very easily be interpreted in so many different ways, and all of them are valid. I personally see it as Leo having at least some attraction to a man. And the following is an explanation of my own interpretation and thoughts on it and what it means especially for Leo’s portrayal in the grand scheme of things.

Long-winded interpretation under the cut!

Now, to start with, it’s important to me that in the scene Leo looks at Don Suave in the very beginning and then for the entirety of the rest of the time the man is on screen, Leo’s eyes are closed. Yet, in the end, he is still visibly enamored with Don Suave, happily cuddling up to him as he’s being carried away.

You can very easily interpret this as Leo being spellbound and that’s honestly super valid and I believe he likely was at least somewhat in the beginning, but considering how fast he looked away and how he never looked again, I personally think it makes more sense to read it as Leo just finding the man attractive, at least somewhat. (For the record, I personally headcanon Rise Leo as bisexual with a heavy preference for men, but I want to be blunt when I say that any interpretation is valid. Literally any. Ace, pan, gay, bi, none of the above or a mixture of something new literally all of it is more than okay and fair. Hell you could even interpret this entire scene as more romantic attraction than physical and it would still work. Anything goes!! Don’t bother people, guys, really.)

The main reason I take this scene to be at the very least LGBTQ+ adjacent isn’t just because of how it’s portrayed, but because of who Leonardo is. Not in terms of Rise of the TMNT, but in terms of the entire Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles™️ franchise.

Leo’s a character who, while changing with each iteration, has still at his core been around for decades upon decades as “the blue one”. One fourth of the team. He’s the one most are going to look at as the Leader, and oftentimes he is the one closest to having the title of Main Character. Not to say the others aren’t just as important, but Leo’s presence in the A plots of basically all TMNT media is often something very main character-esque.

And that’s very, very important to note. Here we have a Main Character of a prolific and decades long-running franchise distributed by a children’s television network. You can play around with his and his brothers’ characters all you like, but there is always going to be challenges to dodge around, especially since this was still in 2018-2019.

For example, you can play around with their designs so long as they’re color coded turtles, but their sexualities? Now that’s tricky.

“But what about Hypno and Warren?” Not main characters and also they’re Rise originals. They have a lot more room to play around with than a character like Leo does. But even talking about main characters in the franchise, you could arguably have an easier time playing around with Donnie or Mikey’s sexualities than Leo or even Raph, as (unfortunately) the former two tend to get more B plots, so they’d likely have had a little more leeway (still not a lot though.)

So, where does this leave us?

It leaves us in a place where outright stating and/or showing undeniable proof of Leo’s attraction to men is very, very difficult. So, workarounds!

Workarounds like the entire Don Suave situation.

To be honest, as left up to interpretation and lowkey and deniable as it is, this whole scene means a lot to me because of who Leo is as a character. It’s just nice when we get so see even the bare bones of representation with characters that have been such a large part of pop culture for decades, y’know? Even if more would be so much nicer, this is better than I thought we’d ever get for these boys.

And, again, literally nothing I’ve said is the only way to interpret it, I’m more than happy when people interpret media on their own honestly, it’s just something I’ve been thinking of lately and I was wondering if others felt the same way.

Whatever you think when you interpret this scene or Rise Leo as a whole, I just thought this would be interesting to think about, even if it was ramble-y, haha.

[snapghoul]

I’d give you a part of my soul for Twins HC: Hurt and Whump Edition or similarities edition

Your offering is adequate, the terms are fair. You shall receive both whump and similarities.

Warning: foul language

Their similarities

✩ Both have a very self centered front they put on. Jake’s need to be the best came from the spotlight being taken away once in high school, a new kid stole his thunder and he hated how none of his friends really cared about him for almost two weeks. Tyler’s come from having the spotlight for a short time, he started rodeo as a freshmen and when he started getting good people started to like him. He was never the popular kid and he liked the attention. Despite this they surprisingly don’t compete with each other, they don’t try to one up and put their twin down.

✩ Deep down both are sweet southern boys. Tyler it takes less for him to show it, Jake is like a fortress, he’d rather naw his own foot off than show he cares.

✩ Both are extremely outspoken, neither have an issue voicing their opinions. Tyler is less aggressive about it and Jake will go to insulting the other to get his point across.

✩ They consume sweet ice tea like their life depends on it. If Jake isn’t having a beer at the Hard Deck he is downing tea like he’s been in the desert. Tyler doesn’t drink too much alcohol, having two at most, and like Jake he loves ice tea any chance he gets. Nothing beats their Dad’s tea, somehow the man knows just the right mixture.

✩ Both like physical touch:

✩ Jake is more guarded with touch until he feels comfortable. When he got more comfortable with the Daggers and his cocky front dropped he likes to hang close to his team, he rests an arm over Phoenix and Bob’s shoulders, grab Rooster by the shoulders and shake him when he’s playing piano. Lack of personal space and touch is a sign he feels safe to be himself.

✩ Tyler have a touch boundary, as long as it someone he knows, but mostly because personal space doesn’t exist with the wranglers. Tyler can stand right up next to Boone and neither of them will notice or care. He loves to give hugs and pats in the back, high fives. Tyler’s way of physical touch is a way to welcome others and he is respectful for people’s boundaries, if they don’t want to be touched then he won’t.

✩ Their love language is acts of service. “Jake, can you?” Done. “Tyler, I need-“ already has it.

Comfort

❥ Tyler is much better at comforting others, he knows what to say, how to get certain answers and helps people understand and process. Tyler knows his crew better than anyone and he knows exactly what to do when one of them needs some comfort. Boone likes chocolate peanut butter bars and fireworks, Lilly likes the quiet and star gazing, Dani likes to sit and talk, and Dex likes to listen to classical music.

❥ Tyler’s way of self comfort is to just sit in a field and let everything out, mama Seresin says the wind takes everything away and keeps all your secrets. But when he needs it from others he’ll seek out Dani or Kate to vent to until he feels better.

❥ Jake on the other hand is not so good at comfort. Jake is a freezer, someone starts crying and he panics. He tries to make horrible dad jokes which always suck but do work because they’re so bad. If it’s a Dagger he’ll offer a hug, he’s bad at verbally making people feel better but he does know touch can help.

❥ Jake’s self comfort is throwing playing darts and pretending the issue in the target he keeps nailing in the face. He doesn’t seem comfort from others often, he’d rather do it himself but just sitting quietly with someone is nice.

Hurt

☹ Jake hides his pain, emotionally and physically if he can get away with it. With mental and emotional damage he gets quiet and snappy, a time bomb that never blows up. He makes sure he gets his space, sometimes being rude about it. The daggers know when to leave him alone and no one takes his poisonous words to heart anymore. But when sometimes he crumbles and just needs someone to hold him together. He’ll call his mom or dad if it’s a serious problem like almost dying or a teammate almost dying. If is parents aren’t available, Coyote will always be there for his best friend.

☹ Physical pain, depending on the severity Jake is either an annoying over dramatic shit or ignores it until he can’t or he gets caught. Jake’s sick? No he’s not, he’s not gonna pass out (he is). Jake not holding the door open? Sorry he can’t, he jammed his hand in the door this morning (he’s fine).

☹ Tyler is more open with talking his emotions out, he’ll even call his mama if he didn’t feel comfortable telling the others. But he doesn’t bottle everything up, he never did even as a child. If he cries, he cries and he doesn’t care what others think.

☹ With physical pain he’s the exact same, though not to Jake’s annoying degree but he’ll make jokes about it. He also forgets he’s injured since most of his nerves are kinda shot in some areas from the rodeo he won’t even register he’s bleeding until someone says something.

[elslittlestories]

Will it ever be enough?

The Bad Batch fanfiction - Hunter x Gender neutral Reader (You)

Words count: 4,7k Read on AO3

This is an edited and extended version of "The morning after" 3-parts series I posted before.

Summary: Hunter goes into crisis after spending the night with you...You both try to work this out.

A reflection around sensory issues and asexual relationships, so not your typical romance!

In my AU, Tech survived and they all live happy on Pabu.

Warning: discussion of sex, but nothing explicit. I'd say it's okay for teen audiences.

I experimented with the second person writing and mixing two internal POV.

1 – The morning after

Slowly, Hunter lifts your arm from his waist and slips out of the bed, careful not to wake you up. A sigh of relief escapes him as he closes your bedroom door and he makes his way outside of your house. Your porch is a perfect spot to enjoy the morning light rising above the ocean. The fresh air helps relax his muscles.

If Tech were here, he’d say that Hunter learned something about himself and that’s enough to make last night’s experience worthy. Hunter’s not so sure. Well, it’s more that he’s not happy about what he found out. He can’t sleep with someone. At least not if that someone spoons him like you did all night.

It sorts of amazes him how this was the first time he ever had somebody in his bed. But he just spent sleepless hours thinking about it and couldn’t remember one. There wasn’t any mission in which they were forced to sleep against each other and he never had the opportunity, nor the envy, to get in bed with a stranger.

Sure, he held his brother until they fell asleep a bunch of times when they were kids, but he’d always sneak away to go back to his bunk. Omega has dozed off against him a bunch of times, but then he’d put her in her own bed. Beside he was mostly clothed and never really had to endure that skin to skin sensation. The stickiness of it.

Hunter shivers. No, last night was definitely a first. A first time for a lot of things…

He’s still not sure how it all happened. One minute he was dancing with you at a beach party—Omega had talked both of you into it—the next you were kissing him. He froze, brain gone blank, but everybody started to cheer around you, so he went on autopilot mode and mirrored you. And to be fair, the kisses were nice. As long as it was dry lips pressing against each other, that is.

Thanks to Tech never shutting up about the things he does with Phee, Hunter is aware of how romantic relationship are supposed to work. Although, he didn’t know it could go from kissing to have sex in one evening, unless it was one of those hook-ups in a bar some of the regs were bragging about.

You must have gotten caught up in the moment and he rolled with it, just like he does with any new social interaction he’s presented. If everyone is so keen about sexual intercourse, he figured it ought to give it a try. Now that he’s done it, he doesn’t understand what’s so thrilling about the whole ordeal.  

He flexes his fingers as another shiver ripples over his body. There’s a reason he wears gloves nearly all the time: he and textures have never been close friends… And last night had a lot of new textures! He trembles violently, the sour taste of disgust coming back to him. Closely followed by shame.

It was hard not to push you away, to go through it without having a full-on meltdown. Something tells him he shouldn’t be reacting like this. That it might hurt your feelings. But then he remembers the way your tongue felt in his mouth and shudders.

He can feel it coming. The overload. His skin itches. He wants to strip off the little clothes he has on. Maybe diving in the ocean would sooth him? The waist band of his briefs is digging into his flesh. A breeze of wind moves his hair, they brush his nape like a thousand shards.

He leaps to his feet, jaw clenched, hands frantically brushing his hair away from his neck. He needs that bath. Now! He only realizes he’s walking when the ground under his feet changes from the wood boards of your porch to the uneven gravel of the alley.

At some point during his descent toward the shore, he wonders if he should have left you a note, but the idea of turning around is sickening. He scratches the back of his neck. The feeling of his own sweat on his skin makes his want to rip it off.

In the far, Pabu’s port wakes up, but otherwise he encounters nobody. Thank the stars! He couldn’t find the energy to even nod if he met someone. Might even get violent if they so much as slow him down.

His bare feet hit the sand, a signal for his brain that he’s almost there. His chest tightens in anticipation, and he runs the last strides. A wave crashes on his ankles, he suppresses a moan, pulse racing. Two more steps and he’s thigh high in the ocean. That’ll do. He dives.

The pressure and cold of the water on his skin give him the expected respite, but already his lungs are screaming for air. He surfaces up, half blinded by hair clinging to his face. In a mess of harsh, uncoordinated movements, he pushes on his feet to get into deeper water and kicks his briefs off. This time he takes a long breath before diving and let the ocean cradle him. The itchiness turns into a light tingle, like he can feel his blood rushing to every bit of his flesh. He swims furthers, dives deeper to get more pressure, until his body feels under control.

The sun is floating over the horizon by then. Hunter knows he should go back to your place before you wake up. Part of him wished you were just a one-night thing, so that he could pretend he doesn’t care about any of this. But you’re a dear friend to him, have been for a while now. He cares about you. In ways he can’t quite grasp for all he knows, Omega aside, is brotherhood and soldiers’ comradery.

Shame creeps back into his chest as he swims toward the beach. What is he going to do? What is he going to tell you? He stands up when he reaches shallow waters and slowly makes his way to the deserted beach. The feeling of his skin drying out under the morning sun keeps his mind somewhat calm until he hears footsteps coming his way.

He tenses, senses in alert. It’s a light sound, they’re barefooted and alone. Most likely you. A glance back tells him his briefs are drifting out of reach. He’d give anything to have Wrecker’s easiness with public nudity right now!

“I figured you might need this,” you chuckle as you appear around the pile of rocks boarding the beach with a towel.

You have the decency to look at his face while he reaches for the cloth. He thanks you with a smile, despite the knots twisting his guts. You wait for him to secure the towel around his waist before you step in and wrap your arms around his neck with a:

“Good morning, handsome.”

You gently pull him into a kiss, pecking his lips. He complies passively, his cheeks burning up.

“I wouldn’t mind finding my bed empty every morning if it means being treated with that sight,” you add.

From the way you modulate your tone, he’s not sure if you mean his fluster or his nakedness. His confusion prevents him for anticipating what comes next and he can’t suppress a recoil when your tongue darts on him, asking for a deeper kiss. Whatever confidence you had until now vanishes from your face as you take a step back. Hunter mentally curses himself.

“Is something wrong,” you ask.

You seem more worried that sad or angry, which will hopefully work in his favor.

“I— Uh… I’m sorry, I…”

Too many words come at once to his mind and none of them reach his mouth. The pounding of his heart doesn’t help. He feels hot and cold at the same time, chest heavy, palms sweaty. You take another step back.

“Let me guess,” you say, bitter, “last night was a mistake? Just a one-night stand, maybe?”

Hunter opens his mouth, but he doesn’t know what to say. It does feel like a mistake, something he’s not looking forward to doing again. He compels himself to answer something and musters an unconvincing “No.”

“Don’t bother, it’s okay,” you wave him off.

This time the hurt is clear on your face and it’s a stab right to his chest.

“I should have known this was too good to be true,” you keep on, already turning away. “Guys like you don’t go out with someone like me.”

He should catch you, pull you into a kiss and pretend everything’s okay, if only to stop you from thinking you’re not worthy of him. He could, part of him wants to, but he doesn’t. He’s completely lost. He needs more time to think this through and avoid doing more damage. For now, maybe he deserves your spite…

As you climb back home, your anger swells, hot in your belly, tight in your chest. It’s hard to tell who you resent the most, Hunter or yourself. You slam your front door and pace around the living room, desperate to blow off some steam before you explode.

Cleaning should help. You pick up your top from the couch where you scattered it last night. Hunter’s shirt is tangled with it. Your heart shrinks. Tears threaten to escape your eyes. You’re so hopelessly in love with him…

No! You hate him! He deserves none of you pain! He wasn’t even good in bed, rumors had it all wrong about him. It wouldn’t surprise you if this was his first time. Blast, he probably thought he could use you for practice and discard you like trash!

You gather all his stuff, trembling with rage, and shove it all at the end of the pathway leading to your house. You don’t want to see him ever again! No matter what that small voice in the back of your head says.

2 – The week after

Hunter stands at your front door, staring at you while he waits for your answer.

“You’ve got some nerves,” you say.

It’s been a week since that party on the beach, the kiss you shared and…everything else. Maybe asking you to go for a walk—like he has done so many times since you met, like nothing happened… Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea after all. But he’s not ready to give up.

“Can we just talk?”

You huff, intrigued despite yourself. After all, he’s here, and he does look sorry. You refuse to let hope take over you, but you step away from the door to let Hunter in. He follows you and you both sat across the kitchen table.

“I wanted to apologize,” says Hunter with a slight quaver in his voice.

“Took you long enough,” you can’t help but grouch.

Although it doesn’t bring you the sense of revenge you were looking for. You hate to admit it, but you’ve missed him and part of you is happy he came.

“I know…I needed it. I left Pabu for a few days.”

“So I’ve heard. Omega said you and Tech had some errand to run.”

“We visited some friends. A married couple.”

Hunter pauses, hands fidgeting, before he adds, “For advice.”

The leap your heart makes in your chest makes you dizzy. This time, there’s no stopping the foolish hope that he might love you after all.

“You needed advice from a married couple,” you repeat.

“I…wanted to figure out if what I was feeling was uh…more than friendship?”

Again, his voice gives away his fluster. The contrast with his confident stance is unsettling.

“…and?” you breathe out.

“And…I—Hum…Are you sure you don’t want to take a walk?”

At this point Hunter can’t look your way and his body feels so restless he fears it might trigger another meltdown. He thought he’d taken every precaution to avoid it by wearing his most comfortable clothes and keeping his gloves on. This time it’s not over his senses that he’s losing control.

You take pity on him and agree to follow him outside. Your heart is throbbing, you could use some fresh air. Without a word, you head down toward the beach, keeping an awkward distance between you.

“I don’t understand what’s going on,” you say, making an effort of keeping your tone gentle.

Motion is already starting to ease Hunter’s edginess and when he starts speaking again, his voice is more gathered. What he struggles with is organizing his thoughts…

“It’s really important to me that you get that you are not the problem here. The reason I rejected you—it’s got nothing to do with you. I never wanted to make you feel like you didn’t deserve me. Anyone would be lucky to have you. Not that I want you to go with somebody else. Well, unless you want to. I’m not trying to force you into anything. I know I hurt and I’m sorry. So sorry.”

“Are you trying to say you…want to be with me?”

The words seem even more foolish said out loud, but your pulse is racing and every part of your body tingles. Your mind is already filling up the blanks for him. He must have panicked because it was his first time. A theory you forbade yourself to think about until now.

“Well, I—…I like you.”

It takes every last bit of control in you for not tripping on the sand.

“I would love to share something with you,” he adds, flexing his hands. “But…”

“Ah,” you say with the wrong kind of butterflies in your stomach. “Here comes the but.”

Hunter looks at you, broken. He searches carefully for his words, toes digging into the sand for anchor.

“I don’t think I’m fit for this kind of relationship.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” you ask, your annoyance rising up again.

“I—…I can’t sleep with somebody.”

You stop dead. This discussion is reaching a level of confusion you would never have expected! Hunter turns around to face you, cheeks pink and eyes avoidant.

“Sleep, as in sleep? Or the naughty one,” you hear yourself asking without thinking.

“Er…both? It’s uh…I struggle with the skin on skin contact.”

“And you only found out now?”

“Well, I didn’t have much experience with that until the other night.”

His face takes a darker shade. You can’t believe your ears.

“Nobody ever touched you? Not even a hug?”

“I was always wearing clothes.” Hunter shrugs.

The reality of this man’s life fully sinks into you. Your throat tightens as you try to imagine a child growing up without ever truly feeling the direct warmth of someone else against him.

“Is it okay if I hug you now?”

His eyes widened and you decide you don’t need his permission. You pull him against you and squeeze hard when you feel his arms closing around you.

“That’s so sad,” you whisper.

“It’s no big deal, really,” he replies with an uneasy pat on your back.

You step back, surprised to find your sight blurred.

“This kind of hug works just fine for me,” he smiles.

“Is it because of your enhanced sense?”

“That’s Tech’s theory, yes. I’ve always had issues with touch and texture.”

“Oh…”

There’s a silence as you take the news in and link the dots with your memories from that night, the fact that he never seemed to fully be touching you. Not in the way you were craving for him to touch you.

Hunter resumes walking, you catch up with him to ask:

“How does it feel? The…sensory issues.”

He sighs and doesn’t answer right away.

“Like staring at the sun but you can’t close your eyes.”

Mindlessly, you look up at the sky and squint at the brightness. Something twist inside you.

“So you didn’t have a good time, did you?”

“Not really, no,” he answers with a silent apology.

It makes your guilt flare up.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought I could just tough it out.”

“That’s not how it’s supposed to work. We’re supposed to both enjoy ourselves!”

Hunter stares in the far and quietly says: “I’ve never been interested in that, to be honest.”

You frown.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“My friend warned me this pill might be the hardest to swallow,” he makes himself joke.

“I mean, have you seen yourself in a mirror?”

It’s his time to frown, so you add:

“You’re hot, Hunter. Half of Pabu must be fantasizing about you and you’re telling you have zero interest in- in- in…the thing!”

He rubs the back of his neck with a chuckle. He never quite understood what people saw in him in that regard, but his brothers have made him aware of it in various teasing ways. Until now he just didn’t realize the fact that he never ever reciprocated the attraction was unusual.

“But wait! What about kissing?”

He winces. You catch it.

“I don’t mind the…closed-lip ones,” he says as gently as he can, aware he’s close to hurting your feelings.

“You don’t mind them,” you repeat slowly.

While your broken ego whales about your inability to entice desire in a man, you’re more concerned about having forced Hunter into something he clearly didn’t want to do. The question escapes your lips before you can stop it.

“Was there anything at all you enjoyed that night?”

He gives you another of his apologetic, sad puppy look and you feel sick.

“But…” you add, “you were…hard.”

“I mean, the machinery is working.”

Somehow, his answer makes it even worst.

“And to be honest, I was expected something to kick in at some point, but…it just never came.”

He notices how pale you are and quickly adds:

“It wasn’t so bad. I wanted to give you a good time, though I’m not sure I did a good job with that…”

“First times are meant to be messy, but I wasn’t expecting to force you into yours!”

Hunter takes your wrist and waits for your eyes to meet his before uttering:

“Hey, you didn’t force me into anything. I overestimated my abilities and chose to go through with it anyway, so that’s not on you, okay?”

You nod, giddy from his strong aura and the feeling of his gloved hand on your skin.

“This sucks,” you mumble.

He let go of your arm.

“Tell me about it…”

You walk in silence until you reach the end of the beach and turn around. Hunter wouldn’t mind sprinting away, if only to get rid of the tensions in his body. He’s never felt more exposed in his entire life.

“Maybe I should give you some space to process all of this,” he says hesitantly.

“Yeah…”

“I— Uh…I’ll just go, then.”

He means to add he’ll miss you, but he doesn’t. After one last look and a shy smile, he bolts away. The run does help a little, but he’s got a burning question on the tip of his tongue, and he knows he won’t find rest until you’ve answered it. He speeds up, waiting for the rush of endorphins to wash over him and take away the dread that you might not want to see him for a while…

Another week passes during which you drive yourself crazy with projections and conjectures. Can you bear to stay friends with Hunter when you still love him? Can you live a fulfilled romance without sex? Can you make him more comfortable with physical touch so that eventually you do have sex? The last one makes you sick of yourself. You know all too well it wouldn’t be fair to him to hope he’ll change for you. Especially since he doesn’t seem to have any control on the issue.

Your friend has taken pity of you and dragged you to Pabu’s flower market before you drown in your own thoughts. She’s been advocating for you to turn the page and move on, arguing that you deserve better. You wish it could be that simple…

It’s her annoyed huff that gets you to notice a familiar face in the crowd. You weren’t expecting to see Hunter here! Nor the intensity of your body’s reaction. You’ve missed him so much!

You used to see each other several times a week, whether it’d be for evening walks or because Omega invited you to whatever activities they had planned. She and you have formed a close bond and you find real pride in the fact that she often comes to you for advice.

Of course, she is the reason Hunter is at the market. He’s holding a couple of plants in one side, Omega’s hand in the other. His eyes dart to you a few times. You can’t decide if you want him to come over or not. You haven’t made your decision yet!

Your friend pulls you into another alley and you lose sight of him. Your chest tightens. You’ve had break-ups before, you know the feeling of grieving a relationship. This is different. This feels like missed opportunity and regrets.

The next day, you find yourself standing in front of the batch’s home, shaking. The door opens on Hunter and you can hear music playing loud inside. Your first thought is that they’re having some sort of party, but a glance at the floor of the entrance tells you otherwise. There are no shoes scattered around, which means everybody is out.

Hunter shifts his weight to one leg, edgy. His hand is clasped on the doorknob, his heart pounding. You stare at each other in a heavy silence, eyes slightly wider than usual.

“Do you wanna go for a walk,” you finally ask.

He flinches.

“We don’t have to talk about us or anything,” you add quickly. “I just…”

‘Miss your company,’ is what you want to say. You hope he gets it. From the way his voice shiver when he answers “Yes,” you think he does.

3- The year after

You stand by your couch, a mug of caff in one hand, the over, covering your mouth as you yawn. In front of you, Hunter is yawning too. He rubs the sleep off his eyes and takes the mug with a thanks. You sit next to him, legs hug tight against your chest, and pull the blanket over you. It’s warm from Hunter’s body heat, smells like him.

He spreads out an arm over the couch behind you, props his foot, socks askew, on the low table and sips his caff in silence. From an open window, the sound of birds chirping and waves crashing fills the room. If you listen closely, you can also hear the fisherman coming back from their night out and unloading at the port.

You rest your chin on your covered knees, enjoying Hunter’s presence. You’re not sure how this became a habit, but every time he finds himself alone at home, he comes crashing at your place. You walk on the beach, grad dinner, watch some holovids and he sleeps on the couch. You sigh in content.

The peaceful moment is interrupted by Hunter’s commlink buzzing from the little pile of things he dropped on the low table yesterday evening. A set of keys, a small wallet where he keeps his change and a couple of pictures and, of course, the everlasting vibroblade.

Hunter grunts and pushes himself up to grad the commlink. His hand grazes over your shoulder.

“What is it Tech?” he asks, his voice still raspy with sleep.

“Morning Hunter. Is Omega awake? She isn’t answering her com.”

“She’s having a sleepover at Lyana’s. Why?”

“Oh, right. Never mind then.”

Hunter pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Tech, we’ve talked about this a hundred times. If this is another treasure quest with Phee, you need to consult me first, then Omega.”

“Right, right. I’ll send you the briefing and see that we reschedule departure for later today.”

Hunter sighs.

“No. You’re not.”

“You could at least wait to read—”, starts Tech without hiding his annoyance.

“It doesn’t matter. She’s got school tomorrow, so unless you can guarantee you’ll be back by 8 sharp, she’s not going.”

Before Tech can argue, Hunter ends the communication and flops back against you. You pat him on the thigh, suppressing a laugh.

“You’ve got this, Daddy!”

He shoots you a tired glare but the corner of his mouth hints the beginning of a smile. You fight against the urge to lean over and kiss him. A few months back, the frustration would have made you get up and busy yourself in the kitchen. You’re getting better at this. You want to. This friendship is the best thing you’ve had in a long time.

“Do you have plans for today,” asks Hunter after he emptied his mug and put it on the table.

“Nothing special.”

He turns to you with a full smile.

“I’m thinking of taking Omega and Lyana at sea. Crosshair found a spot where those green rays like to gather, if you wanna join…”

He stands up and stretch. He’s still uneasy when asking you out, but if the girls are here, it’ll feel less like a date.

“Sure!”

You plan your day over a breakfast that Hunter helped you set up and you agree to meet him at the port in an hour.

“Unless you want to come pick up the girls with me,” he adds tentatively.

“I’d love that,” you hear yourself answering too loudly. “It’s on my way if I am to get some take away for lunch at Polly’s anyway. Then, we can all choose what we want to eat.”

Hunter flashes you an earnest smile, heart beating loud. This is all he ever wanted. A simple domestic life.

“Just give me time to shower and change,” he says. “I’ll send you a message when I’m ready.”

You nod and before you can stop yourself you add:

“You know, you could leave a change of clothes here, and I can make room in the refresher for…”

Your voice trails off, heat coming up your face. You can’t read the look on Hunter’s.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out. “I don’t mean to push you.”

He reaches you to put his hands on each of your arms. He’s awfully aware the two of you are walking on a tightrope, careful not to tip over.

“I just don’t want you to get your hopes too high.”

“I know,” you mutter.

He hesitates for a split second and pulls you into a hug. You sigh and lean against him.

“I like having you here,” you say.

“I like being here.”

In your head, he lifts your chin and gives you a passionate kiss. Your loins tingle.

“But I can’t give you everything you want,” he says, breaking the charm.

You bite your lips, squeeze yourself tighter on his chest until it feels like his heart is beating in yours. The tingle comes back. A reminder of what he’s asking you to let go. But then you never had trouble taking care of yourself. You’d be doing him no harm entertaining your fantasies by yourself while he’s out getting a shower. Everything else has been so good so far, it’s not a hard price to pay.

You take a step back, find his eyes and utter:

“I still want to give it a try.”

The smile that stretches his lips is shy at first, but it grows wider as his eyes get shinier. He takes your wrist up and bends over to kiss the back of your hand. His voice shivers when he says, “Thank you.”

 You pull him into another hug, short but tight, then usher him outside. Hunter stays on your porch a little longer, staring in the far, still smiling. Content. Maybe you two can make it work after all…Then he remembers he needs to snatch Omega before Tech or Phee get the chance to enroll her in their treasure hunt and he sprints home.

I hope you enjoyed it !

If you feel like it, let me know what you think about it.

[dreadsuitsamus]

Endless | Sasuke Uchiha & Reader |

author's note: i couldn't really tell you why i wrote this. it's not a reader insert quite like you'd expect, as the itachi x reader portion is in the background. this story focuses on sasuke himself a lot

pairing: sasuke & fem!reader (not romantic) itachi x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of death, angst, some comfort

It's dark and cold as you sit perched in a tree, eyes closed as you wait for a particular chakra signature. You'd retired from shinobi life sometime ago, but after mastering your craft it was like getting back on a bike and riding into the sunset. You wear the headband of your deceased lover as you wait, the line crossed through the leaf symbol almost perfectly.

It gets colder soon and not from the wind, but from the person you're looking for. Your eyes fly open and you descend from the tree and into his path, staring at him impassively. He's got a snarl on his lips and you know he's far gone enough to try to kill you on sight, but Uchiha Sasuke will have to work hard to slay Uchiha Itachi's widow.

"Move." He warns once in that low voice. You can't help but admire how much he looks like Itachi. But where Itachi had a calm presence and was easily a wolf in an Akatsuki cloak, Sasuke didn't care to try and hide just how powerful and dangerous he was.

"Let's talk, Sasuke." You say calmly. "Believe me, I'm not here to fight."

Those dark eyes narrow. What a fool he is to think he wouldn't need his Sharingan to take you down, you think. Even Itachi had to use everything his eyes had to best you during your first encounter, and even then you pinned him with a kunai at his throat and his chakra drained from his body. The memory makes you smile to yourself before gazing back at your young brother-in-law.

"I don't have time to talk." He says, eyeing your headband. You seem like you want to stop him, but you're wearing that rogue ninja headband… And it looks awfully familiar.

"If I have to wear you out before we talk, then so be it. I bested Itachi once; and I can beat you too."

Sasuke falters at that. So it is his brother's headband. He grinds his teeth together, "And I killed Itachi."

In the back of your mind, there's a terrible laugh. To provoke that bear in front of you or not was the question. You know he's young, you believe him to be around seventeen, but at the same time would it be fair to allow him to think he killed your love? Could he truly live with that blood on his hands?

"Hmm." You cock your head to the side. "You're confident."

"Enough." Sasuke's sword is in hand and his eyes burn red. You sigh and shake your head. "You Uchiha men are so difficult."

There's a pause in Sasuke's movements. Why did you say that so fondly?

"Who are you?" He asks blankly.

"I'm the one that kept Itachi alive long enough to face you. I'm also your sister-in-law, if that matters to you."

That gets him. His eyes are wide and his grip loosens on his sword. You fight back your urge to laugh at the poor boy; you know he never would've expected that answer from you.

"How…"

"I met him when he was first getting sick. He placed me under his genjutsu, but found out the hard way it doesn't work on me."

Sasuke still stands dumbfounded before you, and this time you can't help the small chuckle you give. "Sasuke, it's… Nice to finally meet you. Itachi spoke so highly of you and I'd always wanted to get the chance to see you."

Sasuke snaps back to himself. "Even if you are who you say you are, I don't have time for this."

You sigh internally. You knew he'd say that. "I think you should make time. I want to tell you about him as he was when I knew him."

"You expect me to believe you knew him?"

"I'm wearing his headband, his ring…" You take a deep breath. "If you'll just listen to me, I'll prove it to you."

"Five minutes." Sasuke mutters, his eyes on the ground. You hop back into the tree you were in, and Sasuke follows your lead and sits beside you. His chakra is so cold and your heart breaks at the thought of all he went through to get to this point. Part of you is angry at Itachi for his part in Sasuke's trauma; but you could never be more upset with Itachi than he was at himself.

"I met him around five years ago. We were both eighteen and we had a helluva battle." You laugh softly. "If he wasn't so handsome I may have tried to kill him."

Sasuke scoffs. "You, killing my brother?"

You snort. "You don't know my jutsu or my clan, kiddo. Don't try and find out either, unless you don't wanna move for a few hours."

"You did that to my brother and he married you?" Sasuke's voice is flat and his eyes are faraway and glassy.

You chuckle softly. "Not immediately, of course. But he did admire my fearlessness against him. And I knew his reputation. And not to brag but…" You smile some and click your tongue on the roof of your mouth. "I am pretty cute."

Sasuke doesn't laugh, but his shoulders ease up a tad. "You said he was sick."

"He was. My clan is known for being healers as much as fighters, and I could sense illness in his chakra after we fought. I gave everything I could to cure him, but I think ultimately the burdens on his shoulders stressed him out too much, along with his use of the Mangekyo Sharingan. He was losing his sight little by little as well, as I'm sure you saw when you fought him."

Sasuke's chest clutches with an emotion he can't name. You know things about Itachi you wouldn't, had you been just a stranger with an odd play. He was not a trusting nor kind young man in the slightest, but he believes you're real and it shocks him more than his thought-to-be emotionless (minus his anger) brain could bear.

You are the closest thing he has to his brother.

"I never got to know him well." He mutters, gazing to the stars. "He was distant."

You chuckle. "I always did compare him to an aloof housecat. He had a dry sense of humor; he also had a sarcastic streak in him. He wasn't passive, really, he just didn't entertain nonsense and tended to avoid it if he could. I think by that point of his life, he was already feeling like he'd failed everyone he sacrificed everything he had for. So he didn't have it in him to bear anymore weight."

Sasuke's eyes water as you continue telling him about his brother. He'd looked up to his older sibling as a child, and he wanted to be just like him. And then he spent half of his life training to get stronger and kill him, but even then it was Itachi that motivated him. He'd let that man inspire whatever route of his life he was taking, and yet he hardly knew him at all. He was that captivating, for better or worse.

"Oh, and his sweet tooth was terrible." You laugh, looking at the stars with the young man beside you, breaking the tension. "He kept a bag of butterscotch candies in his Akatsuki cloak, y'know."

Sasuke blinks and he even laughs just a tad, and that surprises you. "I kept strawberry ones in mine." He admits lowly, as if he didn't want to admit how human he was. You laugh so much at the thought of these dangerous brothers and their sweet tooths, and Sasuke gazes at you and realizes just how perfect you were for his brother. He can see how you'd slotted yourself into his life and he let you stay.

"He told me about the time you'd gotten yourself stuck in a tree and were afraid to jump down. He said he couldn't understand why you didn't think he'd catch you." You look directly at him now, taking in his features. You bet he had the chubbiest cheeks when he was little.

"I was young." He mutters. "I was afraid he wouldn't catch me and I would get hurt." Oh how he longs for the days where he thought that was the worst hurt he could've felt.

"He'd never let you fall." You murmur. To that, Sasuke scoffs.

"He did let me fall! He shook the tree and knocked me out of it!"

You laugh loudly, having no idea about that part of the story. Sasuke's pouting and it warms you to see such a visceral reaction from him. Truly, they were brothers. "But did he catch you?"

His arms cross and lips twist into a scowl. "... Yes."

You chuckle to yourself, comfortable in the idea that Sasuke believes you by now. "I… I came here tonight with a purpose."

That sends Sasuke back into his cool, defensive mode. "You're trying to stop me from destroying the village."

"Well, yeah." You sigh. "Itachi did everything he did for this place. I'd hate to see that work go to waste."

"It was for naught from the start." He growls.

"He never intended for you to know the truth. Not many people know it, after all. But, he asked me to find you after his death. I sense he may have had reason to believe you would learn the truth, and you did. I couldn't tell you what he wanted me to say or do after that point, but I always interpreted his request as letting you know that you do have family still." You pull a photo from your breast pocket, holding it to him.

The breath is sucked out of him when he focuses on the picture. It's of you and Itachi, and if he didn't believe you already, he would've had no choice but to at this point. But it's the third person in the picture that causes him to bite his tongue down hard enough to stop him from breaking down.

There's a child.

"He has a son." Sasuke says.

"We do." You nod. "He's two now. He's the perfect mix between you and your brother, now that I see you. His cute little nose is identical to yours." You smile and your eyes sparkle as you look at the family photo.

"What's his name?"

"Makoto."

Truth, Sasuke thinks.

"I… Would love for his uncle to see him one day." You murmur and tuck the photo into the inner pocket of his shirt. "If you want that, I could take you now. Or whenever you feel comfortable."

"Not now." Sasuke whispers.

You nod and ready yourself to jump out of the tree. "That's perfectly okay. We live near an old Uchiha clan landmark, I'm sure you'll find it with ease."

Sasuke watches you jump, already envisioning the exact landmark you're referencing. It's the one by a large lake with three tiny, island-like formations in it. He hasn't seen that lake since he was a child. He remembers Itachi teaching him how to swim there.

"I hope to see you soon, Sasuke." You call out before disappearing into the night, returning home to your son.

Sasuke frowns. Who had you kept the baby with? He could've killed you, and then what?? He can't allow you to be a reckless mother, really, why must he have to take care of those older than him…

He doesn't take a second look in the direction of Konoha. He latches onto your chakra signature and is soon running by your side. You hide your smile to yourself, and take him to your quaint little home you once shared with Itachi, whenever he wasn't out on Akatsuki business.

"Who is watching him?" Sasuke frowns.

"I am." You snort, and Sasuke grimaces when your shadow clone disappears. As often as he had to encounter that damn shadow clone jutsu, he had no idea he'd been talking to a clone for so long.

But to keep up the chakra for so long, he muses to himself that perhaps it was for the best that he didn't try and engage you in battle.

Before long he's at your home, and you're sitting on the front steps with the sleeping toddler in your arms. There's a twinkle in your eye and you lead him inside. It's warm, he notes as he steps in and removes his sandals. He looks around. There's a few photos of your family on the walls, and there's a small one he notices on the side table by the couch.

It's of him and Itachi, when Sasuke was maybe a year old. He was slung over Itachi's shoulder and smiling with his eyes closed tightly, and Itachi was looking at Sasuke rather than the camera, a fond look in his eye.

You follow his gaze. "The Uchiha brothers." You hum to yourself, sitting on the couch and cuddling your son close. He's fast asleep but his fingers are still clutched tightly to your shirt, a trait Itachi had as well when he was asleep.

Sasuke doesn't sit down, too uncomfortable in these surroundings. His brother was here, when he was still alive. He'd made a family here, a family he'd left behind to… Fight Sasuke to the death. His fists clench and his jaw is tight.

"Why was he like this?" He whispers angrily, attempting to control his anger and not wake the baby. Itachi gave away everything he ever loved. Did he hold nothing sacred?

"Unfortunately, your brother felt he was a martyr to this world. He believed so much in peace and was a pacifist in this cruel world that wouldn't allow him to be himself." You look at your darling son, brushing some of that dark hair from his face. "Makoto getting the Sharingan would break his heart. What was an achievement for your clan was also his worst nightmare."

Sasuke closes his eyes. Itachi's eyes. They've seen a lot and caused others to see perhaps even more. He'll never forget what looking into those eyes did to him.

"If you want…" You say slowly. "He kept a journal up until his final day. I haven't read a single entry. It's… Too much for me." You wipe at the rim of your eye, and Sasuke sees just how much you loved his brother, can hear it in your voice, your urge to cry.

You sniffle and stand, going to the bedroom and retrieving it from Itachi's bedside table. It's leathery and small, likely kept right beside his bag of butterscotch in his cloak. You kiss your son's cheek and hand it off to his uncle, turning once he's accepted it. "You're welcome to stay the night. Please help yourself to anything in the cupboards or fridge, and the couch pulls out into a bed. The baby's and my rooms are right down the hall. Goodnight, Sasuke."

He doesn't respond, eyes locked into that journal. This was his best chance to get to know his older brother and he couldn't waste it. He settles at the dining room table and reads throughout the night, every last page and addendum and extra little notes he would add in the margins of a page, and Sasuke discovers quickly that Itachi was absolutely smitten with you.

Her smile eases the pain in my chest better than any of these medicines could ever aspire to.

Sasuke cries through the night while he reads the journal, his heart heavier and depression blanketing him rather than anger when he first learnt his brother's truth. Alone at that table, with his brother's innermost thoughts and confessions laid out before him and only ever him, he is again that little boy with a brother he never got to see. His stomach is a pit and he wants to throw up as he sobs, his chest and shirt soaked from his tears.

There's a hole in his chest that can't be filled. He'd give his soul to start all over again, just to see him again, even if it had to end the same way it did.

Dawn starts breaking when he hears the little one's voice for the first time. He's whimpering in his room, no doubt needing a change or a feeding or even just his momma. He doesn't know why, but he stands and follows the noise, tear-stained face and shirt and all.

Sasuke cracks open the door, peeking inside at the baby. The toddler is standing in his crib, whining forlornly. Sasuke is struck by an emotion he can't name (pride?) and he steps inside, staring at Makoto and watching him as he looks right back at Sasuke.

He wonders why he isn't afraid of a stranger, but when the baby smiles he realizes he must think he's Itachi. Sasuke shakes his head lightly and carefully walks to Makoto, his hands on the railing of the crib and his head bent to look at his nephew. He can't believe it… He's got a nephew.

Family.

Itachi's son.

Makoto places his tiny hands on Sasuke's and bounces on his little mattress, a smile on his face. His dark hair is long and his bangs sweep into his eyes, which Sasuke swipes away with a finger. The toddler coos and makes grabby hands, and for whatever reason Sasuke could not tell him no. He picks him up like he knows the kid, cuddling him to his chest and quietly crying into his hair.

His nephew.

He's got something worth protecting. A goal that has no end; he will give his life for Makoto if he has to and he is sure that he'll have no regrets doing it. Just as Itachi would've done for his son. Just as Itachi had done for him.

Destroying Konoha wasn't going to bring around any change for the world this little guy will live in. He now cannot ignore the reality the next generation will be in; he can't allow another Itachi.

"I will protect you from this world." Sasuke mutters his promise to Makoto. The baby seems to shrug and just curls his fingers in Sasuke's shirt, and it brings the touch of a smile to Sasuke's lips.

He will become Hokage, and make the world right for you and Itachi's son. He wonders if this feeling is one of an older brother; he's prideful and scared and doesn't want to let go of the baby.

And when Sasuke gets the chance to ask Itachi during the war, he confirms with a fond smile that it's exactly that.

[jacqcrisis]

Okay another thing about this batstarion AU:

The reason Astarion starts recognizing he's developed a little crush is one day Ronan leaves for cleric duties to some fuck off place as he has to do every few weeks for varying amounts of time. With no one paying attention to what the bat is up to, Astarion decides to stretch his legs a bit and visit a village not too far away that's having a festival. It'll be his first time interacting with people as a person with his own thoughts and desicions since even before he escaped Cazador, and he figures it'll be good to remember how to talk to people in a way that isn't a) trying to seduce them to their untimely demise or b) squeaking and clicking at them.

The festival is fine, a little nerve wracking as he's constantly covering his mouth as he laughs, watching the crowd for anyone who could be a spawn searching for him, and the vague flirtations directed his way from strangers grates on him more than it once did for reasons he's not going to examine. As he's just thinking about perhaps this was a bad idea, who does he see just a few yards away but a trussed up liar of a cleric Ronan who most certainly is not here healing the sick or solving injustices or staking vampires as he is watching some performers and snacking on sweets bought with temple funds from a nearby stall.

Astarion pauses a moment too long wondering how he could use this information before he remembers himself and goes to scurry away but Ronan has already caught his eye. Ronan, of course, is not going to pass up the chance to chat up a pretty elf man he's never seen and he approaches Astarion, intent on at least accompanying him around for the evening. Assuming he'll brush Ronan off, Astarion and him have a pleasant first conversation, enough that when Ronan suggests he show Astarion around, Astarion finds himself agreeing as his other option is fucking around alone in the woods or The Drawer, and at least with the dragonborn, he'll have a 7ft tall meat shield if some agent of Cazador's does show up.

And it's nice. Dare say even great. Better than being a bat watching the coming and goings of the Temple or snoozing in a drawer in a nest of stolen linens.

Plus, Ronan's... fine to be around when he's not pretending to be the cleric's dear little bat. Astarion already knew this given he's witnessed more than his fair share of the cleric. He's used to Ronan, albeit in a very one-sided and strange fashion, but there's something to be said when the attention is all on him.

Ronan is quiet, contemplative, respectful with a capacity for taking in Astarion's more sharp comments and turning them back around on him in a dry, observational manner. He's isn't forward like the others had been tonight but he isn't shy about his intentions either, keeping it under a gentlemenly guise of paying for things, genuine compliments, and the familiar, unfamiliar weight and warmth of his touch when he guides Astarion along. It's almost-

Charming. By the end of the odd night, as the last of the performers are beginning to wind down and fireworks are set to light up the night sky, Astarion's in a strange headspace. Ronan doesn't know him; of course he doesn't given this is the first time they actually talked but Astarion feels endeared to him like they've been conversational partners for a while. Ronan makes him feel safer and it's almost like Astarion actually enjoys being around him like this which plagues him as they find themselves alone, in a part of the village away from the festivities and Astarion shockingly reluctantly reveals that he's stayed out far too late and needs to go.

They have a bit of a back and forth about how far away Astarion is supposedly going and how Ronan will not see him again before Ronan asks if he can have a kiss to remember his perfect stranger by. Astarion acquieses and one kiss turns into Astarion chasing Ronan for a second turns into a third turns finding himself pressed against the wall of some house with his arms around Ronan's neck and a hand creeping up his top. It's the first time in possibly forever Astarion's felt any sort of want toward anyone and it's the godsdamned cleric who he has to moonlight as a bat around.

That thought crashes into him, and Astarion abruptly separates himself from Ronan, citing that he really must go. Ronan agrees, tells him that he 'will be thinking of you every day until again we meet' and Astarion flees before he makes a bad decision. He flaps his confused little bat self all the way back to the temple in time for the sunrise where he spends the day sulking in his drawer.

He's got the butterflies in his stomach. His dead little heart is trying to beat. He keeps reimagining the night over and over again.

Astarion finally feels any kind of longing or desire of his own volition since before he died and it's for someone who would stake him without hesitation if he found exactly what Astarion was.

[freakshowtwopointoh]

Any Way The Wind Blows - All I've Ever Known Part 1

Everybody is a fair weather friend

In the end, you're better off alone

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New start. New life. That’s what I kept reminding myself as I made my way into the townhouse that had just been mine for most of the summer, but would now be home to me, and my older brother, and his friends. Now that they were back from break, my summer of re-adjusting to “normal” (read: supe) life was ending, and it was time to begin work.

I pushed my glasses back into position and pulled my backpack fully onto my back before heading in to say hello. When I opened the front door, I was greeted immediately by a massive bear hug from my older brother, Luke Riordan. I hugged him back warmly. We may not have gotten along super well as kids, but when you lose one brother, you hold the other one closer. 

“Hey! I’m glad you made it safe.” I said, pulling away to hang my backpack by the door.

“We all did.” came a feminine voice from behind him, and I smiled wider when I realized that Cate was already here. I hadn’t met Luke’s friends yet, but Cate had come home to our place for holidays sometimes, and she’s the sweetest. I hugged her as well.

“Cate! It’s so good to see you again. It’s been too long.”

“So this must be the infamous Maggie.” came a deeper voice from the living area. 

“Andre, Jordan, this is my baby sister Maggie. Mags, this is Andre, and Jordan is in the kitchen.” 

“It’s nice to meet you both.” I said, smiling. Andre clapped me on the back. 

“Welcome to hell, newbie.” he said. I laughed. Jordan nodded in my direction before opening the fridge. 

I easily slipped into the bubbly facade I usually put on, especially around family. Luke made it easy, his good natured attitude allowing me to fully play the part of a bubbly college girl, whose biggest decisions were what to wear and what to drink. 

“So, how’d you get in as a T.A. in your first semester?” Andre asked. “I remember Jordan was gearing up to apply for like, ever.” He grinned, unfazed by the glare Jordan sent across the room. I forced myself to smile lightly, as if this question was straightforward. You rehearsed for this. You know what to say. I reminded myself. 

“Oh, I was working with Professor Park this summer to get caught up - so I could be on track to graduate on time. And she was impressed by my resume and everything, so she allowed me to submit an application.” I said, hoping the rehearsed lie sounded natural enough. Andre seemed appeased, but I could still feel Jordan’s glare burning a hole in the back of my head. 

“What’d you have to do to get caught up?” Cate asked curiously. 

“Oh, just some combat training. They don’t exactly offer those classes at traditional colleges.” I said, laughing. I had followed my script, and it played out exactly as Grace told me it would. Maybe this all would work - maybe I could finally put it all behind me. Luke jumped in with a story of his own about his training, and the focus was off of me. 

Well, mostly. It honestly felt like Jordan had been staring at me from the moment I walked into the room, as if I was a caged animal about to strike. But finally, Jordan left the common area, mumbling something incoherent. The rest of us kept chatting for another half hour or so before I excused myself.

“Alright, well, I have to go check on a few things for Professor Park’s classes before day one. I’ll talk to you guys later. I’m excited that you guys are finally here, it's been boring living here all alone.” I said, smiling. I waved goodbye and headed upstairs to my room, one of three smaller single bedrooms. 

Looking around the room I had come to call home over the last few months, it felt like the room of another person. A girl whose life I had been forced to assume, no questions asked. But there were bits of truth, tucked amongst the lies. My prescription strength sleep aids next to my bed, the worn brown leather moleskine under my mattress, the worn out baby blanket tucked under my pillow. 

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The first week of classes at Godolkin was... certainly an experience. First of all, my brother’s face is like, everywhere. It’s weird seeing my goofy ass big brother plastered on posters like Homelander or something. Secondly, everyone stared at me. All the time. Obviously, people knew I was Luke’s sister, and rumors spiraled from there. Shetty and Park had warned me about this part, but it was still surreal to feel it. My other school was massive, over 10,000 undergraduate students. I easily slid into the backround when I wanted to, and I was free to be who I was and do what I wanted. But here, it felt like I needed to be perfect all the time. Like one wrong move, and my parents would show up to berate me about failing to uphold the family name. Honestly, it was like I was back in fucking high school, except my best friend and little brother is dead, and I’m alone.

I gritted my teeth as I went into Hayley Miller’s studio for a staged interview with Luke. I’d been prepped on the script and I was still dreading the entire thing. Park said it would help me begin to ‘make a name for myself’, and I couldn’t come up with an excuse not to go. 

So there I am, sitting across from her, dressed in stiff designer clothes, reading off of a screen. My brother’s canned laughter ringing in my ears. 

“So, what made you transfer? What made you choose Godolkin University?” She said, a smile made of plastic. 

“Honestly, Luke and I had a long conversation about our futures, and what we wanted out of life. And he told me, I’ll never forget this,” I said conspiratorially to Hayley, as if I was sharing a meaningful memory instead of a manufactured cover-up. “You have so much more potential than anyone at that normie school could ever know. And he was right. Professor Park, a woman I’d never met before coming here, saw my potential immediately. And with a lot of hard work over the summer - they don’t have combat training at normie colleges - I’ve been finding success.” A fake grin plastered across my face as I recited the cover-up, a story so second nature I almost didn’t need the teleprompter.

“Wow, Luke, that’s quite the sentiment. It’s clear you two are very close.” 

The banter continued for a little while, and I fell into autopilot, trying to keep myself from getting too upset by the layers of lies falling from our lips. The script carefully avoided any mention of our deceased brother, or anything of substance about what my nebulous potential was. I performed a brief demonstration of my powers, producing a small sphere of pure energy, a pale purple ball of light floating above my hand. The interview ended, we said our thanks, and disappeared into our respective green rooms. 

I love Luke, I really do, but our relationship has always been complex. He lives up to his superhero name, always has. Mom and Dad’s perfect Golden Boy, always ready to fall in line behind our father. Just like our mom. And when Sam disappeared, he was quick to accept whatever story he was fed. No matter that Sam was stronger than either of us. No matter that Sam would never just... leave us with no warning. I shook my head to clear it - I need to stay focused. 

Making my way back to the townhouse, I began running through my remaining to-dos in my mind, as I usually did to keep my mind on the present and the future instead of the past. Park was an easy enough professor to TA for, especially since her biggest classes were courses I’d aced already. One of the stupidest parts of this godforsaken deal was that I needed to pretend as if I hadn’t been succeeding at my old school. All my transcripts, my research papers, and even my name on the Dean’s List was scrubbed. I enjoyed being relatively unknown outside of my efforts, but having those efforts taken from me was brutal. Dad’s lawyer said it was ‘standard practice’ and that it ‘didn’t take away from what I had achieved’. But I would now and forever be exclusively defined by my family and my powers. 

I walked brusquely through the common area of the townhouse, making my way upstairs quickly, only to be stopped by Jordan of all people. Leaning casually against the wall, they were basically blocking my way, using their larger form to their advantage. 

“So how’d you get in here anyways?” they asked, feigning nonchalance. “I mean, besides mommy and daddy buying another building.”I held back an exasperated groan as I met their eyes. I did not have the time or energy to deal with them right now. 

“I applied, just like everyone else. Feel free to request a copy of my application from Professor Park - I’m sure she’ll answer any questions you have.” I said coolly, knowing full well that no professor at this school will answer any questions they have. And it has nothing to do with my parentage. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do have work to do.” I said, attempting to make my way around them. I watched the indecision and irritation flash across their face as they reluctantly stepped aside.

“Do you always run from your problems, little mouse?” They taunted me as I entered my room. I wasn’t going to dignify that with a response, no matter how irritatingly easily they got under my skin. I’m not running away from anything. I thought bitterly, but that small voice inside of me reminded me that no matter how much I like to imagine that I had no power or control over the choices I made or the paperwork I signed... I still picked up that pen. Every choice I made led me to where I am, and now I have to lie in it. Even if that means dealing with hot, nosy roommates.

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[fallingforel]

Promptmas day 7-All I want for christmas- Matty healy

A/n a very merry christmas to all those who celebrate sorry this one’s a bit of a sad one and i don’t really like it but at least it’s okay(?) love el xx

p.s i will be writing the rest by new years i promise the prompts will be done by the end of the year xx

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It was the run up to christmas and my best friend matty and I were doing our annual christmas together. it was like this every year spending christmas with mattys family since my parents had died, 4 years ago. Matty and I had been best mates since we were 14 I can still remember it as clear as day.

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20 years ago,

“what are you doing here?” I ask the curly haired boy stood in my smoking spot, i came here to clear my head on days where i wasn’t in the right frame of mind to deal with my peers, it wasn’t deep feeling, it was just a sense of feeling I didn’t belong.

“smoking?” he says but more questioning it. “you look like you need a fag.” he says moving his hand that held the cigarette over his eyes, suggesting my eyes which were red roar from where i had been crying over another girl who had called me a bitch and slag.

“i do. your in my spot.” i say back dryly not being bothered with tone and dealing with another person today. “am i? i didn’t realise this was a spot with your name marked on it?” he remarks quite snappily. “it is.” i move over to where he was stood moving him slightly so i could point to where my name was carved out on the wall, “y/n’s spot, huh. so it is. my bad. i’ve heard a lot of things about you, I don’t believe them by the way. I’ve seen you around, you seem like a nice lass. m’names matty by the way.” “nice to meet you. why don’t you believe the things said about me? everyone else does.” “think you’re just misunderstood, like i am, everyone in this shitty school spreads things about people. I’ve had my fair share of the comments too. so have ross and george. not adam though. he keeps to himself.” “who are adam ross and george?” “my mates they’d like you. we’re friends now by the way” he says leaning in to give me a hug.

and that was that. after we had finished our fags he introduced me to the rest of his friends and we were our own group, matty and I were the closest though. we were the most misunderstood people in that school, ross adam and george still stood by us though. I think matty was the only one who truly understood what i was going through though.

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23rd december, 2023

“are you excited, mums excited. she says she’s got lots planned for us this year. something about going out in town? she said you’d know” Matty says from the drivers seat, it was like this every year, matty would tell me what the plan was. we always drove down on the 23rd, splitting the drive we’d swap half way through. “oh yeah. she wants a girls day, we’re doing a spot of christmas shopping and coffee and after we’ve finished that we’d all go to my mum and dads grave after we’ve finished shopping. Are you coming? you don’t have to.” I say changing the radio station, it was my parents favourite christmas song. this time of year was always the hardest time for me, my parents loved christmas. but as long as i busied myself and spent it surrounded by my second family. “Yeah. we’ll all go. we always do darling. i’m not going to leave you to do that on your own am i? i’ve never left you high and dry. have i?” “apart from when you were in rehab” “apart from when I was in rehab. but apart from that never happened. has it?” “no. your right. sorry” “what you saying sorry for daft cow?” matty chuckles. “i don’t know. you know what im like this time of year.” “I do, that’s why it’s going to be a good Christmas with the healys darling, we always make it fun” he says focusing on the road now more than ever as we were closer to the northern quarter now so it was bad weather, and the wind was blowing about everywhere.

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“oh y/n I’m so glad you’re here, lincoln and louis are driving me insane, i need some girl presence in the house” she says linking our arms and dragging me away from the car, “cheers mum. just let me drag all the shit inside yeah?” “language matthew! and yes, your a big boy you can do it, if you need help you have your brother and lincoln.” she says shouting towards where mattys car sat on the drive.

“you and I are going out in town in a bit, we should definitely have a cuppa first. you must be exhausted after the drive. did he make you drive this year?” “we always say that we’ll split it but he never lets me. i thought this year would finally be the year especially with the wind, but no.” “it’s good that he does that, i would tell him off if he made you drive” “i think that’s mainly why he doesn’t you know? he doesn’t want a bollocking from his mother when you see me step out of the drivers seat” “probably, boys and their mothers hey?” she says handing me my cup of tea“yeah i know, thank you.” i say taking it from her.

“how are you coping anyway? i know this time of year is always difficult for you love.” “yeah, i’m doing okay. i mean im not completely okay. i never will be i think, but im the best i can be, you are always welcoming the lot of you. thank you for having me.” “no worries. i’ve known you for twenty years darling, your family. it’d be stupid to say no, besides you’ve been spending christmas with us for twenty years in one way or another. i’d be stupid to say no to not spending christmas with my daughter in law” i laugh “you have got to stop calling me that” i say tapping her arm “it’s bound to happen one way or another, your both besotted with eachother. he hasn’t been with anyone since gabby.” “no. i’m not in love with him” “you are, you just haven’t realised it yet my love” “denise!“ “okay! okay! i’ll stop. but you’ll realise it, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but one day, one day you’ll realise.”

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it had been a good day, after finishing our cups of tea, denise and i headed in to town grabbing some last minute christmas presents. we found some nice crackers in town and decided that we would put pull one and put it in the middle of my mum and dads grave so it looked like they were there with us. we were just heading in to costa after putting our bags into the car to have a coffee where we were meeting louis matty lincoln and tim before heading to my parents grave to put some flowers down. we did it every year, due to my parents being close to everyone in mattys family. so they came along with me, i think it’s also mainly because they don’t want me doing it alone though. i don’t mind the extra company though.

“merry christmas mum and dad. I love you, hope you’re spreading joy up there.” I say placing the flowers and in the middle of their graves then placing and kissing both of their headstones. “merry christmas y/m/n and y/d/n. thank you for everything you did for us. we love you.” matty says next going to kiss their headstones.

matty and i pulled the cracker and placed the joke hat and gift around it and stepped back.

we stood there for a few minutes making sure their graves were clean before leaving.

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a little bit later after dinner everyone had moved into the living room and started playing games. i excused myself to go sit out on the porch so i could have a moment to myself, i was incredibly grateful for the company. but i just need a moment from all the hustle and bustle of the healy’s to reflect on memories of christmases spent with my parents and talk to them.

i was on my second fag when i heard the door close behind me “you’ve been out here for an hour y/n. are you okay” mattys voice breaks the silence of the night. “i’m okay. i just miss my mum and dad. i wish i had them back. you know?” “Im not going to lie to you and say I understand, because i don’t. but i will say this, We all miss them very much. and i know right now you feel like a burden but i promise you’re not, you never have been y/n. you’re a healy through and through, we’ve spent 20 years being friends sweetheart, my family love you I love you.” he says while inching closer and closer towards me until my back is pressed against his chest “what are you saying matthew?” I ask turning to face him our faces coming closer than i thought they would be. “i’m saying that I love you, i always have darling. and I would like santa to give me you. that’s all i want for christmas. you.” “matty. I-“ tears roll down my face my voice coming out in choked sobs before i manage to say “I love you too matty. thank you for showing me that the whole world isn’t against me. i think it’d be nice to have each other for christmas. i haven’t got you anything anyway” i say joking before crashing my lips on to his.

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[timeofjuly]

i keep thinking of the scenario if electrician were to run into ppl of her past like izzy from new years… i like imagine her going “ bunny it’s been so long you look better then ever “ and electrician is like 😀 do i know you..? due to their gaps in memory (i’m also interested how much their memory will affect them as the story progresses, i myself suffer from the issue and being young it’s kinda scary sometimes 😞)

This ask made me write something! This is set pre-RTC in the earlier days of MC’s sobriety. They’ve just moved to New Ebott here. 

Read it on AO3 or read it below!

Licence

You’re leaving the DMV, of all the fucking places, when it happens. 

Most people hate the DMV but you had practically skipped into the place for your eleven am appointment, overcome with joy at the thought of getting your driver’s licence back. The public transportation in New Ebott is great and your ass looks amazing after all the cycling you’ve been doing when the weather is nice, but there’s something about the independence of a car that you’ve missed. With your licence back, your employment prospects won’t be limited to the boundaries of public transport and your stamina when pedalling. 

With your licence back, you’ll be able to go to school. 

That’s the thing you’re most excited about. School. College. University. Whatever. You just want to learn something, to use the brain that you’ve let go to shit. You don’t even care what - at this point, with your dismal record and embarrassing results from high school, you’ll take what you can get. 

You’ve wasted enough of your life and you don’t want to squander a second more. 

After tucking your brand new licence safely in your back pocket, you leave the DMV, still smiling, and make your way to the bus stop. You’ll miss catching it; all the drivers are lovely and it’s nice to be driven around the city, like your own personal tour. 

You’ve got time to kill until the bus arrives, so you open your phone and start scrolling through hundreds of second hand car listings. 

You’re not picky; you have a tight budget and will probably hit your fair share of curbs in it anyway, but it’s nice to look at the fancier ones and dream. A convertible sounds nice; there’s a bright red one for sale, way outside of your budget. You imagine the wind in your hair, the sheer cool factor of rolling down the street with the top down. Oh, or maybe a motorbike; you had loved your stupid, ugly little scooter, and a motorbike would be even better. And you’d get to wear all the sexy leather gear. Double win. 

“Oh my stars, do my eyes deceive me?”

The cold hand of panic twists through your ribcage and wraps around your heart, fingers taking hold and squeezing. 

You know that voice. 

You turn around.

On the sidewalk are two people staring at you with equally ecstatic expressions and you only recognise one of them. 

Izzy looks… well, she looks good, you suppose, clothes fashionable and scales polished to a sheen, though you can see a few of them are missing. The spines on her head are droopy, a little paler in colour than what you remember, and there’s a beadiness to her eyes that you never noticed before. 

You haven’t seen her in months but from how unfamiliar she looks, it feels more like years. 

“Damn, you’re looking good!” says the man you don’t recognise. 

And you know that you knew this person once, can hear the echo of his voice through the fog of your memory, even recognise his hands for the way they’d felt on your skin, but there’s something missing, something your stupid, ruined, useless brain is unable to grasp.

“Hey,” you say, affecting your brightest party-girl smile. “Long time no see.”

“Fucking hell, no shit!” the man laughs. He’s handsome, tall and very blond. “How’ve you been? You look so different.”

With each month you add to your sobriety, you’re told that with increasing frequency. You don’t really see it yourself - you feel like the exact same person most of the time. Worse, even. You’re horrible to be around when you’re in pain. 

“Good, really good,” you say. “How have –”

“Dude, I thought you were dead!” Izzy crows, looking delighted. “You just disappeared, like that.” She snaps her fingers, a jarring scrape of scale-on-claw. 

“Yeah, we all thought that Jesse threw the bunny out with the bath water,” the man says. His tone is light, like it’s a fucking joke or something. 

This person is a stranger to you. You couldn’t even guess his name if you tried. And yet he knows about that —

You tense. Pull a smile to your face. Do your best to shake off the phantom feeling of ice crystallising on the tip of your nose. “Nah, I’m not that easy to get rid of.”

And he laughs and so does Izzy and you laugh too, even though it feels like glass in your throat, because what else can you do?

“Well, I’m glad,” says Izzy and then she sweeps you up into a hug. She smells like old perfume clinging to unwashed clothes and you can feel a faint tremble in her hands as they grip your back. 

You hug back, even though you suddenly feel strange and unwieldy, like your arms aren’t your own. 

I want to go home, you think. Another thing you’d be able to do if you just had a fucking car and hadn’t lost your fucking licence in the first place. 

Izzy pulls back but then the man swoops in to take her place. You’re pressed to the line of his body, and though you’ve probably seen it naked, touched it all over, the feel of it is foreign to you. 

You let go first. 

“What’re you doing in New Ebott, anyway?” Izzy asks. 

“Just passing through,” you lie, because fuck if you’re letting her know that you live here now. “What about you guys?”

“Same thing,” Izzy says. “We’re crashing with Palyso at the moment, remember him?”

Nope. 

“Oh, yeah, totally.”

“Yeah, good guy, really funny. Hey, he’s actually having a party tonight, you should come! Just like old times.” The stranger waggles his eyebrows at you. 

You don’t need to remember the specifics to work out what he means. 

“Yeah, come with us,” Izzy begs. “Everyone’ll be so happy to see you. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

The itch you’re not allowed to scratch burns. It’d be so easy, so fucking easy, to say yes. What’s one night? You don’t even need to use; who says you can’t have fun sober?

The word yes sits in your mouth like a hot coal and then the memory of water, cracking with thin shards of ice, washes over it. 

The desire is gutted out. Not even smoke remains. 

“I’ll sit this one out,” you say. 

“Aw, c’mon, bunny! You’ve gotta—“

The sound of an engine rumbles behind you and your soul sings with relief. 

Thank you, timely public transportation of New Ebott. 

“This is me,” you say, hoping you sound apologetic. “It was nice seeing you guys!”

You don’t wait for a reply, practically flinging yourself onto the bus. The driver gives you a concerned look - you’re a regular and most of them know you by name  - but you just give her a reassuring grin, because you’re fine. You’re fine. You’re completely, one hundred per cent fine. 

You take a seat near the front and stare down at your hands. You think of the way Izzy's shook. The way yours had once. The way they don’t anymore. You hadn’t noticed that until now. 

God fucking damnit. 

Stupid, unwarranted tears prickle hot at your eyes and worse, there’s something sharp poking you in the butt. 

Fearing that you’ve sat in something that’ll rip a hole in your pants - wouldn’t that be your fucking luck - you lift your hips and grope blindly at your ass. 

Oh, right. 

You forgot that you wedged it in your pocket after leaving the DMV. 

You look down at your brand new licence, turning the shiny plastic card around in your hands. Your own face stares back up at you. 

You dig around in your purse and from the very bottom, unearth the remains of your old licence, kept purely for sentimental reasons. It’s cut clean down the middle, made unusable the moment you’d lost it, but the image of your face is still intact. 

You compare the two, side-by-side. In the new one, your face is fuller and your skin smoother. Your lips have colour to them and your eyes are bright and awake, the whites white rather than bloodshot yellow. 

In the new one, you’re smiling. 

Huh. You see it, now. 

You do look different after all.

[zhongrin]

G I X Y D

:)

selfship a-z ask game ->

cw. slight angst on "I"

G - Greetings what was their first meeting like?

𝔃𝓱����𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 this fic hahaha

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 at al haitham's grandmother's house, while the adults are chatting over teatime: "what'cha reading?" "…. a book." "…. fair enough. *proceeds to take a book from the shelf and reads it beside him*"

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 "*is especially nervous bc oh no he's hot* hello, your grace." "oh, hi. *notices i'm trembling like a pitiful wet dog* haha, relax, i don't bite." "*dies a little inside* y-yes, your grace...."

I - Imagine what do they imagine their futures together like?

𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 all contracts comes to an end eventually, once the conditions are fulfilled ー and the same goes for ours. but until then, he'll just enjoy walking in the long winding path that is an immortal's life. maybe a few kids, watch over our descendants, be awed at the technological advancements of liyue… as they say, when the boat gets to the bridge-head, it will naturally go straight.

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 we're both chronic planners, so we have regular talks about it and therefore a clear plan on what we want or not want to do in the future. married, preferably two kids, a nice pension plan, some savings in the bank, adopt a dog when the kids leave the nest, enjoy retirement reading books and doing whatever nerdy hobbies we want to enjoy.

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 this man keeps telling himself not to dream too high lest it all crash down horribly at the end. honestly, with his past i think a part of him desperately wants a happy little family of his own, but the other half is so afraid he'll fuck it all up because he's never really truly experienced familial love. but deep in his heart he really just wants a resemblance of a normal life ー he knows his situation isn't ideal, but he wants a little family he can care for and be surrounded with as his fists get weaker and he passes down the title of the fortress' administrator to a suitable successor.

X - X-ray how do they help the other if they’re sick or tired?

𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 he's big on acts of service and words of affirmation, so he'll brew a pot of osmanthus tea and either sits me down to relax (if i'm tired) or tuck me in to bed (if i'm sick). househusband material, will cook and do all the chores flawlessly. liwei and liwen (especially the former) tries to sneak past him to cuddle with me, but he'd scoop up the littol noodles and distract them somehow ᰔᩚ

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 makes sure to tick all the steps in 'how to care for a sick person' book. but also he takes all the things that his grandparents do for him whenever he got sick ᰔᩚ like making me soup and (if i plead enough times) humming a calming lullaby to help me sleep hehe

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 makes sure that i'm taking time off from work, calls sigewinne for a home visit, and most of all, if i have fever, he'd personally use his hand as a cold compress. none of the staffs in the fortress of meropide would ever imagine they'd hear an excuse "sorry, can't come to work today, i need to be my wife's compress." from their administrator but they let him skip work since they know he deserves the rest anyway :3

Y - Yes who would propose? What would the proposal be like?

answered here ->

D - Danger how do they react to finding out the other person is in trouble?

...... *squints* i seem to remember answering a selfship ask game with this prompt last time...

𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 if it's within liyue, i'd like to think that he'd know almost immediately, but if not, it would be a little more complicated. depending on the severity of said danger... hmm.... well.... let's just say he wouldn't take it just lying down....

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 have we ever seen al haitham truly furious or 'panicked' in-game? (mmm that azar cutscene... yummy... but i mean that's him acting mad so does it count??) i'd like to think that he still tries to be rational, figure out a way to handle things efficiently... but push a man hard enough and he'll break eventually. just remember what they say about the quiet/calm ones...

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 ohohoho- ahem. i mean, we've seen it in his story quest. man takes action immediately. will throw a few punches if need be. if the duke wants somebody dead, he needs no justification. understood? ˙ ᵕ ˙

[imhereformysciencefriends]

@mcyt-yuri-week Day 7, Free day!

Niki/Lady Death for this one, read on AO3 here

MCD but that's like, the premise

Niki was drugged and drunk for it, at least. Hazed into a stupor where she really couldn’t feel anything but floaty, tangentially aware of the hooded and robed figures around her, the torchlight, her own vulnerability, but untouched by it. Like watching it happen to someone else, in third person. The chanting people sent prayers down to Death, and Niki was urged to lay out on a stone plinth. Her flesh prickled at its coldness, but that, too, she barely felt.

The knife they used was sharp. She barely even felt it.

A butterfly landed on the plinth next to her, beautiful blues and blacks and dark purples, and Niki swore she heard it laughing.

Acute awareness hit her like a minecart, but not any pain. In fact, as she glanced down at where the hole in her chest should be, she found herself dressed in her favorite sweater and overalls, no worse for wear. There was an almost… iridescence to her, though, fiery pinks and oranges and reds.

She was somewhere entirely unfamiliar, the clover and flowers beneath her feet all a uniform, night-sky blue. The sky itself was only just a shade darker, barely keeping off black. It stretched out for miles in each direction, the landscape unbroken save for the occasional tree which was also that midnight blue, leaves rustling in nonexistent wind.

The air was unnaturally still here.

Niki realized she wasn’t breathing.

Well, she had just died. It only made sense.

The horizon changed, a massive, black shape taking form so far away Niki at first didn’t see it. But then the form grew closer, and Niki recognized Her Ladyship.

Lady Death wore the wide brimmed hat and veil she was always depicted with, the high-necked dress and long sleeves, the lacey gloves. Much of what she wore was sheer or see-through fabric, providing a beautiful view to her ample bust, the soft curves of her thighs and calves, the warm roundness of her hands and arms.

The nonexistent wind blew her veil just barely open, and Niki caught a glimpse of the picked-clean bone of her skull. Lady Death was soft bodied and long haired and rounded only where her clothing covered her. To glimpse her true form was to see the skeleton only.

Her painted lips were round and soft and black. She smiled at Niki.

Niki hadn’t even realized she’d dropped to her knees.

“I don’t know why you silly humans keep sending me sacrifices,” Her Ladyship said, voice lilting and giggling faintly. “You all will come to me eventually. My power does not depend on your worship like lesser gods.”

Niki realized that this was a conversational beat where she was supposed to respond, but her empty mouth hung open and silent when she tried. Her thoughts themselves were void of words, much less her speech.

Death giggled.

“I do tend to have that effect on people.”

Niki blinked, and tried desperately to get herself to say something. Even something stupid that would embarrass her! Anything to make it seem like she wasn’t ignoring The Literal Goddess Of Death.

But Lady Death was patient (as a goddess of her nature would have to be, most certainly) and let Niki struggle through the mental block of bearing witness to divinity.

“Hi,” she managed, quite stupidly indeed, and Lady Death gave a full belly laugh, her cheeks scrunching up against her eyes and her hair shaking with the bellows.

“Hello, little Niki! It’s nice to finally meet you!”

“Nice to meet you,” she said, her voice very very small, very quiet. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the goddess who’d seated herself next to her, but she didn’t need to blink, so.

“How are you feeling?” Lady Death asked warmly. Niki felt the words in her… body(?) like a physical warmth.

“Shocked, I think.”

“That’s fair. Most people feel that way, even when they knew that this was coming.”

Niki felt a little better at that.

“It’s… an honor to meet you,” Niki tried, angling for polite.

Lady Death giggled again, cheeks warm with a subtle flush and lips curved mischievously. Niki felt a shiver strike through her, clean down her spine.

“The pleasure is all mine, little Niki,” the goddess said, and if Niki had a heart she was certain it would be suddenly pounding. Lady Death reached forward and cupped Niki’s face in two warm, soft hands, the lace of her gloves faintly ticklish against Niki’s now-sensitive skin. Her lips parted, but like before, she was too stunned to speak. Particularly as her Ladyship bent in, face close to Niki’s, the fluttering of her veil so close Niki felt phantoms of its touch against her nose.

“You are so lovely. You know, I’m really not supposed to do this, it isn’t fair to everyone else. But I have been known for being quite the rulebreaker, when it comes to my favorites.”

“Your—” Niki stuttered, now flushed full red. Favorite? But Niki had only just now died, and they’d only just met?

As though reading her thoughts, Lady Death continued, “It’s alright, sweet little thing. You’ll have plenty of time to get to know me later, once you’re all done.”

All done? And what was this about breaking rules, too!?

“Um, Lady Goddess…” Niki started, but the proximity of their faces once again had her at something of a loss for words. “What do you, what do you mean?” she asked, hoping the question wasn’t so vague that she couldn’t answer it.

Lady Death giggled again, then reached one hand up to touch her veil. She parted it—just barely—and Niki would’ve gasped if she’d had any breath, when she leaned all the way in and kissed her. It was the touch of gleaming white teeth to breathless lips, and for only a fleeting moment also, but to Niki it was a kiss more intimate than any she’d ever received in life.

Then Lady Death was pulling back and giggling at her again, catlike and smug, her veil replaced so Niki saw soft flesh and round, plush lips.

“I mean you’re not to be mine—just yet. Not in full, little Niki. Though I do hope you’ll remember this, won’t you sweetheart?”

Niki wasn’t sure she could ever forget, but before she could answer, or ask any more of her thousand questions she sat so blankly on, the goddess was fading from her view, and so was the dark blue place. And so was her consciousness. And her existence altogether.

She gasped awake, hands folded neatly over her belly, in the middle of a flower field, dappled sunlight barely making it through the leaves of the tree she “slept” under.

Niki sat up slowly, examining herself. She was breathing. Her heart pulsed in her chest. She was no longer in that in-between place. The fiery pinks and oranges that hazed around her were gone.

Had it all been—no, it couldn’t have. She yanked down the neckline of her dress and found a massive scar where they’d cut out her heart, and fingers pressed to the tissue reassured her once again that her heart was beating there.

What had happened? Why was she alive? She had passed into the domain of the Goddess of Death, the eternal garden from which no soul was ever meant to return. How was she back here, in the domain of the living?

She raised her fingertips from her heart to her lips. She could not feel the cool press of bone against them, but in her memory, she was able to summon the phantom of it. The sensation of kissing Lady Death.

Niki’s freshly forged heart skipped a beat.