#I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE ANY FOLLOWERS HERE- UHHH HELLO

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UM??? GUYS???

WHERE ARE YOU ALL COMING FROM- WHY AM I NEARLY AT 300??? UM- HELLO???

[flowercrowngods]

this wouldn't leave me alone, so have my thoughts on a steve-centric "who did this to you?" steddie concept inspired by @imfinereallyy (i hope this is okay, even though it's uhhh nothing like what you mentioned)

When Eddie gets to the boathouse, he immediately notices that something is off. The door is cracked open but he can’t hear anyone talking or moving stuff around. No one ever comes here — it’s been his hideout spot since the ripe age of thirteen when he’d had hist first real fight with Wayne. 

No one comes here. But now the door is cracked open and Eddie stares at it for a good minute as though that would make it come to life and tell him who’s inside so he won’t have to look and deal with whoever decided to steal his spot. He’s really not in the mood to start any shit today, or to be called all sorts of names — most of which aren’t even half as true as people fear. 

His first instinct is to leave, find somewhere else to hide from this miserable world today, when he hears it. The sound of sniffling, followed by wet, heavy breaths. 

Oh. It sounds like someone’s crying. In his spot.

Maybe it’s some girl who got her heart broken, some dude who lost the last bit of faith in his family, or some kid who— 

Ah, fuck it, he’ll just come back later. Not his problem. Definitely not his problem. And it’s definitely not guilt or worry that gnaw at him as he turns on his heel to leave. 

But then there’s a groan. A pained groan. Someone’s in pain, and crying in his spot, and Eddie really shouldn’t make that his problem. He shouldn't. Nopbody cares when he's crying and in pain either! But fuck if he won’t be thinking about it for the rest of his life if he turns his back on whoever it is. Maybe they need help. 

They most certainly sound like they do.

With a heavy sigh, Eddie is already at the door before he can think about it too much. 

“Hello?” he asks the darkness, and immediately the sniffling stops. 

Silence falls, but only for a moment before whoever it is has to draw shaky, wheezing breaths that make Eddie swear under his breath. 

“Listen, I know you’re here.” He’s taking slow, deliberate steps, his eyes roaming he mess of boats, tools and tarp he knows so well.  “And I’m not trying to start anything. Tell me to go away and I will. But I have a first aid kit in my car and, uh, you sound like maybe you need it.” 

There’s no response, but the wheezing breaths turn into whimpers with every second that whoever it is tries very hard not to make any noise, and Eddie’s heart starts to race in his chest. He can feel worry and panic starting to rise. And overshadowing it is an overwhelming sense of dread.

What the fuck is happening? 

He tries to be careful but his mind is racing and his limbs are starting to feel like lead. His wary steps become heavy and clumsy, and then he accidentally boots something that makes a terrible, horrible noise, breaking the eerie silence. Eddie cringes and is about to apologise, when finally there is movement in his peripheral vision. 

And then he sees him. There, hidden in the shadows between a boat and the far wall, his face breaten and bloodied, his eye swelling around a nasty bruise. Wait, do bruises bleed? Should they look black like that? Is it a cut? Something worse?

Even after years of constant bullying and goading in middle school and high school, he has never actually seen someone look like this. With their face completely smashed in. It makes him freeze for a horrible, horrible moment before he saps out of it.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathes, hurrying over as fast as he can, stumbling over tools and tarp as he does. Something falls to the floor with a loud clunk and it makes the boy flinch again. Eddie curses. “Sorry, shit, sorry!” 

He makes it to the boat rather quickly, crouching down in front of the boy a few feet away so as not to spook him, not to crowd him. And then his heart only plummets further, because he knows this one. 

Steve Harrington. The boy who’s come to school with many a black eye over the past two years — but never this bad. The boy who’s been looking like the world might be about to end each time he rounded a corner in school; ever since things started happening around Hawkins. Since the Holland girl died and the Byers boy disappeared. 

It fascinated Eddie, the way Steve fell from grace. The way he turned quiet, and showed up with healing bruises. There are stories woven around it, because teenagers like to gossip and word spreads fast, and Eddie always listened with rapt attention as Harrington turned into a bit of a myth. A legend. A ghost story.

But fascination is not what he feels right now, seeing Steve like this.

His eyes are unfocused and Eddie knows about the danger of head injuries. He knows about the consequences of blood loss, he knows that Steve will be warm to the touch even though he’s shivering already, and… Fuck!

“Shit, Steve,” he rasps, not daring to speak louder lest he spooks the boy. Of all the reasons he’s had to be afraid of talking to Steve Harrington, this one might be the cruellest. "I..."

He takes in his wounds, his bruised and scraped knuckles where his hands are wrapped around the knees he’s pulled to his chest, and his split lip that he keeps biting. 

Eddie swallows before he asks, “Who did this to you?” 

But Steve just shakes his head clumsily. Sniffles again, and then his breath comes in wet heaves, and Eddie worries for a moment that he’s going to throw up now. 

He doesn’t. 

Steve’s just staring. Eddie isn’t even entirely sure he can see him, or maybe he did and then forgot, or maybe he’s fading. Eddie should do something, he should get help, he should— 

“Steve,” he says, and dares to touch him when he doesn’t react. 

A light touch to the knee shouldn’t make anyone flinch like that, but Steve’s whole body jumps, and then the shivers and the wheezing get worse. It almost sounds like a whimper, and Eddie curses again. Feels like crying now, scared and helpless as he is.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay, I— Jesus, okay.” He swallows hard, trying to think, willing for the panic to subside and a plan to form. “You’re okay. I... I’m gonna, I’m gonna grab the first aid kit. I have it in my car. It’s not, it’s not far. And a blanket. So you'll be warm again. I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t move, don’t…" He gestures wildly, caught between reaching out and pulling away. "Don’t move.” 

Eddie takes a wavering breath and moves to stand on numb, tingly legs, nearly missing Steve’s, “Can’t.” It’s barely more than a whisper, hardly even a wheeze. It’s like he’s just breathing out words because everything else is too much effort. 

Right. Right. This is messed up and Eddie’s panicking, but Steve will be okay. Because things like that don’t happen, not here, not today, and not to Steve Harrington. 

Except this is Hawkins. Where Will Byers disappeared and Barb Holland died and many people are missing and weird shit just ends up happening everywhere even though they’re all just kids. They’re just kids. And Steve’s not even conscious enough to realise that right now. 

Eddie all but runs outside, sprinting to his van with a speed that would make the coach swallow his stupid whistle if gym class only mattered right now. It doesn't. Nothing matters, because Steve is... He's hurt. And there's no one else around to help.

Grabbing the first aid kit, a bottle of water and a thick blanket he always keeps spread out in the back of his van, he makes it back to the boathouse in no time. 

He wasn’t even gone for three minutes, but still he sighs in relief when Steve is still awake. He even looks up. Blinks. Frowns in what can only be confusion and makes Eddie's heart fall.

“Munson?” 

Fuck, that’s not a good sign. That’s messed up, it’s fucked up, it’s— Focus, Eddie! 

“The one and only,” he says, voice shaky and his smile not fooling anyone. He wraps the blanket around Steve, whose eyes are unfocused again, though he tries so hard to blink it away. 

Brave boy, stupid boy. Head trauma isn’t blinked away. Though Eddie is inclined to let him try. Maybe he’ll find a way. 

“Here.” He hands the bottle over to Steve, who grabs it with clumsy hands. He can hold it, but he can’t get it open — again, not a good sign. 

Eddie opens it for him, then turns to his first aid kit. It seemed like a great idea five minutes ago, but he’s petrified now. It’s too dark in here and he can’t really see the wounds, he doesn’t know what to use, what’s in there, he doesn’t, he can’t, he— 

The bottle, empty now, is handed back to him, bumping into his hand, tearing him away from his spiralling thoughts. 

“Thanks,” Harrington breathes, and there’s a small smile visible in the darkness. Eddie just nods and takes it with hands that are still shaking.

“I wanna help you,” he says, like it isn’t obvious. “But I don’t know how. You gotta tell me where it hurts, Steve.” 

A beat. “Everywhere.” 

Eddie sags, falling back to sit opposite Steve, frantically rubbing at his face. “Shit.” 

“Yeah.” Steve chuckles, but it sounds so wet with tears and pain, Eddie never wants to hear it again. “Thought I could do it.” 

He’s talking. That’s a good thing, right? He can’t pass out as long as he’s talking. That’s how that works, isn’t it? So, Eddie asks, “Do what?” 

“Doctors told me,” Steve sighs, his voice slow and slurring. “Told me to... to stay out of fights. Stay out of them. Said I had to make sure my head won’t—“ 

He makes a motion with his fist, and Eddie thinks he’s simulating a punch, disoriented as it is. It makes his heart fall. Is that what happened? Someone beat Steve to a pulp? Again? Just like that?

Eddie is so stuck on that thought, trying to piece together the puzzle, that he almost misses Steve’s mumbled speech. 

“Y’know, th— Said I’ll go blind. Or deaf. Or just… die.” He says it to matter-of-factly that Eddie’s heart stops for a second.

What the fuck happened to Steve Harrington? Not just today, no. What happened to him?

What happend to make him look up at Eddie Munson, out of all people, with glistening eyes so endlessly scared, and say, “I don’t wanna die, Munson. I never… I didn’t. With the monsters or the torture. I can't—” A wheeze, a keen, a whimper, and Harringtin pulls at his hair, uncaring that he's making things worse.

Meanwhile, Eddie is stuck on his words. Because what. 

“Can’t, can't die now ‘cause Tommy thinks he’s so… He’s… He’s just sad, man. Griev'n' and confused. But Billy’s gone, an'— And now I’ll…”

Steve looks at him now, his eyes shining with tears and something that Eddie’s written poems about and created characters around. This expression, like the world will end. And inspiring as it is, it fucking breaks his heart now. 

“They said my brain is hurt, Eddie.”

Eddie swallows the hurt and the fear and the complete overwhelm he's feeling. Steve is telling him things that Eddie doesn't know how to handle.

“You won’t die, Steve,” he says in as gentle a voice as he can muster right now, because that's the only thing he knows.

And he won’t, right? People don’t just die. Not from taking a punch, not when they just graduated high school, not when they’re Steve Harrington. Right? 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Okay,” Steve breathes. “That’s good.” 

Eddie wants to hug him in that moment. He never knew that this was possible, wanting to hug Steve Harrington, wanting to wrap the blanket around him even tighter and keep him safe and convince him that he won’t die. 

And then the rest of what he said catches up with Eddie and leaves anger in its wake. 

“Hagan did that to you?” 

Steve nods. “Started going off about Billy.”

Eddie’s blood freezes at that name. "Hargrove?” 

Another nod, though Steve doesn’t look too happy about moving his head, and he groans quietly. “They were friends. Tommy is angry. Grieving. Con— Confused. He was just saying shit, like it’s my fault. And it is. Kinda. But Tommy’s, he, he’s... Just saying shit. And then he punched me. A lot. And he didn’t stop. And now… is now.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes dumbly, carefully bandaging the glaring wound at his temple, needing to start somewhere. “Now is now.” His blood is still frozen as he tries very hard not to listen to Steve. Nothing that Harrington says has any right to matter anything to him; they live in two different worlds. If Harrington confesses to murder while severely concussed under Eddie’s watch, then there are no witnesses to drag either of them through the mud for it. Eddie is just gonna forget about it. Or try, anyway. “But you’re… Shit , Steve, you’re really hurt.” 

Steve blinks. Pauses. And Eddie thinks he’s lost him. But then, “Yeah. I’m always hurt.” 

And that, in this little voice, is like a gut punch. Because Eddie knows something about always hurt. “What?” 

“What?” 

There is ice in his veins as he asks, “Who’s hurting you, Steve?” 

Steve looks at him, opening his mouth once, twice, like he’s about to say something and Eddie holds his breath. But then Steve’s eyes droop and he shrinks in on himself a bit more. 

“Jus’ everyone, sometimes. God you don’t… You don’t even know.” 

Know what, Harrington? Eddie can barely breathe anymore.

“’M tired, Eddie,” Steve mumbles, closing his eyes. “Don’t wanna hurt anymore.” 

“Hey, hey, no!” Eddie reaches out, catching Steve’s head and preventing it from colliding with the floor as he’s slumping and falling over. 

And just like that, the panic is back, frantic but determined this time. He’s going to get help; there’s nothing he can do with his lousy first aid kit, not when Steve keeps going in and out of consciousness like that. Not when he can barely see anything or clean the wounds properly.

He’s going to get Steve to a hospital and allow them both to forget this ever happened. Because Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson don’t breathe the same air or share traumatic stories in a boathouse like this. 

He’ll get out of Steve’s hair the second the hospital doors close behind him, and get out of whatever trouble someone like Harrington could be in. Eddie doesn’t even want to know. He doesn't want to be part of his ghost story.

But as he’s scooping him up and helping him out of the damned boathouse, clumsily preventing him from stumbling over his own feet or tools or tarp or planks or whatever fucking shit is littering the floor of this godforsaken place, he can hear Steve speaking quietly. 

"Where‘re we going?"

And even though a second ago he was determined to take Steve to a hospital, there is only one place on Eddie's mind right now. Only one place he knows where he won't be scared anymore.

"Somewhere safe," he says, tightening his hold on the boy even though his hands are shaking now, too. He looks over his shoulders the moment they're out of the boathouse, stupidly worried that whoever did this to Steve – Hagan, apparently – would still be around, would follow them and do the same shit to Eddie.

"Safe?"

"Safe."

"Okay," Steve sighs, like he believes him. Like he trusts him. Hell, they've never even spoken before, but something inside Eddie breaks at the little sigh, at the way Steve goes slack in his arms. And even more at the little, "Thanks."

If Eddie's eyes are filled with tears and the hands around the wheel are clenched so tight to hide the way they're shaking, then Steve is not conscious enough to comment on it.

(addendum 7 december) onwards to part 2

[system-to-the-madness]

Hello, Zuko here - Zuko x Reader

Word Count: 4 919 Warnings: mentions of: burn wounds, war, death, looting Summary: Zuko attempts to join Team Avatar to teach Aang firebending A/N: Can be read as a oneshot; Part Four of the series Perfect (10 times Zuko thought you were perfect and the first time he told you) Dividers: original by @thecutestgrotto edit by me (colour only)

“Hello, Zuko here.”

He had never seen anyone draw their weapon as quickly as you in that moment. Not even Azula or any of the special divisions he had trained with as a child. Impressive. And slightly scary considering you were fully prepared to all-out attack him.

No, now was not the moment to think about his stupid little crush on you. Stupid because he had never even really had a conversation with you yet. When he had rescued the Avatar and you from Admiral Zhao, he had not talked, when he had run into you at the north pole, you had only threatened him, and when he had gone to rescue the Sky Bison, you had not exactly had a conversation either and instead focused on saving the Sky Bison, which now, with slow and surprisingly light-weight steps walked over to him.

No, no, no, he had to stop getting distracted. The reason why he had come here was far bigger, far more important than just you or him. This was about helping the Avatar save the world.

“Hey, I heard you guys flying around down there, so, I just thought I'd wait for you here,” Zuko’s eyes helplessly flickered over to you, as if he expected you to help him out. He jumped, startled, when the Sky Bison roared at him, irritated when it suddenly licked him along his whole side. The second lick was only focused on Zuko’s face, and he surprised himself with the realization, that he didn’t really mind the warm salvia that was now sticking to his skin, and only wiped it away so it wouldn’t run into his eyes or mouth. “I know you must be surprised to see me here.”

“Not really, since you've followed us all over the world.” The reply came from the Water Tribe boy.

“Right.” Zuko averted his gaze. “Well, uhhh ... anyway ... what I wanted to tell you about is that I've changed.” He looked back up, finally feeling like he was actually able to say what he had come here for. Your eyes were narrowed at him, but you seemed willing to listen, more willing than the others anyway. “And I, uhhh, I'm good now, and well I think I should join your group, oh, and I can teach Fire Bending. To you.”

The surprise at the offer was openly displayed in the Avatar’s face.

“See, I uhhh-”

“You wanna what now?” The little girl in green, probably the Earth Bender of the group, had spoken, immediately backed up by the Water Tribe girl.

“You can't possibly think that any of us would trust you, can you? I mean, how stupid do you think we are?”

“I think we should hear him out,” you interrupted, making Zuko hopefully look over to you. But unlike he had hoped your expression was not soft or gentle, only calculating. Yeah, okay, he deserved that.

“Are you crazy,” the Water Tribe boy asked. “All he’s ever done is hunt us down and try to capture Aang!”

So, the Avatar’s name was Aang?

“I've done some good things,” Zuko quickly spoke up. “I mean, I could have stolen your bison in Ba Sing Se, but I helped to set him free. That's something!”

The Sky Bison licked him again, this time over the back. He wondered how long it would take to get the salvia washed out of his clothes again. Was it even worth the time trying? Would that bison keep licking him if he got to join the group? Maybe he should just get a raincoat.

“Appa does seem to like him,” the Earth Kingdom girl pointed out.

“You didn’t exactly do a lot to help,” you accused, ignoring the girl’s comment, taking a challenging step forward. “You mostly argued with your uncle about… what was it? Honour? Destiny?”

Zuko groaned quietly, but also couldn’t pretend you were wrong; he hadn’t been exactly helpful that day.

“He probably just covered himself in honey or something,” the Water Tribe boy claimed, ignoring your words entirely. “So that Appa would lick him. I'm not buying it.”

“I can understand why you wouldn't trust me,” Zuko agreed, seeing little sense in focusing on your words. It seemed like you were the most willing to give him a chance, so he had to work on convincing the others first. “And I know I've made some mistakes in the past.”

“Like when you attacked our village,” the Water Tribe boy asked.

“Or when you stole my mother's necklace and used it to track us down and capture us,” the Water Tribe girl – was she the boy’s sister? – shouted.

“Look, I admit I've done some awful things,” Zuko lowered his head, clasping his hand in his hair. Really though, what had he been thinking that whole time? Never once questioning his own actions, only stubbornly, naively, focused on his goal to capture the Avatar. “I was wrong to try to capture you, and I'm sorry that I attacked the Water Tribe. And I never should have sent that Fire Nation assassin after you. I'm going to try and stop-”

“Wait,” the Water Tribe boy interrupted him, pulling out his boomerang. “You sent Combustion Man after us?”

Zuko looked back up, with the distinct feeling he had just somehow said the exactly wrong thing. “Well, that’s not his name, but-”

“Oh, sorry,” the boy spit sarcastically. “I didn’t mean to insult your friend!”

“He’s not my friend,” Zuko shouted angrily. Why was this conversation going so, so differently from how he had imagined it to go? Why couldn’t they see he just wanted to make up for his past mistakes and help them? They didn’t have to like or even trust him. They just had to let him teach the Avatar – Aang – whatever he knew about Fire Bending so he would stand a chance against Ozai!

“If he’s not your friend,” you asked, the anger in your eyes blazing dangerously, making Zuko take a step back. “Then tell him to back off!”

“That guy locked me and Katara in jail and tried to blow us all up,” the Earth Kingdom girl shouted.

Zuko took a deep breath before turning towards Aang.

“Why aren't you saying anything?” In the end, it came down to the Avatar’s – Aang’s – decision. Zuko was sure that if the- if Aang decided he’d accept him as a teacher, the other’s might argue, but ultimately not object to his decision. “You once said you thought we could be friends. You know I have good in me.”

Aang looked over to his friends, the Water Tribe girl staring at Zuko hostilely, the Earth Kingdom girl focusing at a point on the floor, the Water Tribe boy shaking his head and you, you still watching Zuko as if you could read his thoughts if you only tried hard enough.

“There’s no way we can trust you after everything you’ve done,” the Avatar – Aang – decided. “We’ll never let you join us.”

Somehow it felt like the fragile ground of the Air Temple was giving way underneath Zuko’s feet. After all he had done, after all the battles he had fought, all the pain and rejection and self-hatred he had lived through, not even the people he had put his last bit of hope in seemed to see any chance of redemption for him.

“You need to get out of here,” the Water Tribe girl commanded. “Now.”

“I’m trying to explain that I’m not that person anymore,” Zuko shouted desperately, trying not to let the hurt and disappointment overwhelm him, his eyes helplessly searching for yours. You were still watching him, but something in your gaze had changed. That cold, calculating glimmer was gone, instead replaced by something that almost resembled pity.

It seemed like you were taking a deep breath in, getting ready to speak up, but the Water Tribe boy interrupted you before you even opened your mouth.

“Either you leave, or we attack.” The boy took a threatening step forward, pointing his boomerang at Zuko, his sharp and deadly looking boomerang.

“If you won't accept me as a friend,” Zuko knelt down on the ground, holding his hands over his head while facing the ground, offering them his wrists to bind them, “then maybe you'll take me as a prisoner.”

It was the only thing he could think of to do. He couldn’t go back home, not after he had very clearly declared himself as his father’s enemy. He didn’t know where his uncle had gone to, after breaking out of that prison cell before Zuko had tried to free him. And if the Avatar and his friends rejected him as a new member of their group, then he had nowhere to go. He had always felt alone, from a young age on, having grown up without any other boys to play with, only his cruel sister and her friends. Then his mother had disappeared, and he had felt even lonelier. That had been before his father, his own father, had exiled him. Back then he had thought he had lost everything, never realizing just how important his uncle had been to him, how he had looked out for him like a father was supposed to. He had never appreciated his uncle, and now he was gone, too. Zuko would rather be a prisoner than walk out of here and have no place to go, nowhere to belong, nobody to go home to.

“No, we won't!” The Water Tribe girl threw a wave of water at him, throwing him backwards, where he sat up in a puddle, drenched and with the distinct feeling that there simply was no end to this endless string of rejections he had lived through all his life. “Get out of here, and don't come back!”

Zuko turned around, laying in the puddle on the floor, staring up at the group. Aang and the two Water Tribe kids were staring him down with unveiled hatred in their eyes, the Earth Kingdom girl having taken a similar stance.

Only you seemed to be uncertain. It was not hard to tell that you were torn between agreeing with your friends and giving him a chance. But if he were in your position… he wouldn’t give himself a chance either. In fact, he probably long would have agreed with the others.

 “And if we ever see you again-” The Water Tribe girl seemed to try thinking of a good threat, but being unable to come up with anything, she continued: “Well, we'd better not see you again!”

Her brother took another threatening step towards Zuko, who quickly averted his gaze. Crawling backwards a bit, he slowly, carefully, got up, so they wouldn’t think he might try attacking them, before turning his back on them and walking away, each of his steps making his boots squelch from the water the girl’s attack had washed into them.

Had never felt as awkward in his life as the moment he was approaching the team around the Avatar in the ruins of the Western Air Temple. The setting sun was painting everything golden, drawing long shadows over the floors. His hands were tender from where he had caught the vine, after the Fire Nation assassin had kicked him over the ledge. Small scraps littered his palms, and he knew they would keep burning for a while.

He wasn’t disillusioned enough to hope that the Avatar would accept him into his group now, or that the Water Tribe girl might heal those scraps, as she had offered to try with his scar.

All he wanted… he just wanted them to give him a chance. He had tried to prove himself, that he was different now. That he had burnt the Earth Bender girl’s feet by accident obviously didn’t exactly speak in his favour. But still- a sense of silent pride washed over him as he looked up and found you were watching him approach with a small smile on your lips.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but-” the Avatar – Aang, his name was Aang – took a deep breath. “Thanks, Zuko.”

“Hey, what about me?” The Water Tribe boy immediately began complaining. “I did the boomerang thing.”

“Listen, I know I didn't explain myself very well yesterday,” Zuko began, hoping this time his explanation was somewhat more coherent than the previous one. He searched for your eyes, finding you were watching him expectantly. “I've been through a lot in the last few years, and it's been hard. But I'm realizing that I had to go through all those things to learn the truth. I thought I had lost my honour, and that somehow my father could return it to me.” He looked over the others. Aang listening with an almost determined expression, the two water tribe members frowning at him, the Earth Bending girl sitting on a rock. “But I know now that no one can give you your honour. It's something you earn for yourself, by choosing to do what's right.” He took a deep breath. “All I want to do now is play my part in ending this war, and I know my destiny is to help you restore balance to the world.”

It felt like he had never meant anything as much as this. Far too long had he tried to play along to his father’s rules, far too long had he been fooled into believing that only the reign of the Fire Nation over the world could mean a peaceful world. But if he had learnt anything in the past three, almost four years, then it was that the attack of the Fire Nation on the other nations had disturbed the balance, that all nations needed to exist in peace for there to be balance. And he was ready to help restore that balance.

It felt like the thick fog clouding his mind had finally lifted. And if he wanted to help, he had to start making up for the mistakes of his past self. Turning to the Earth Bending girl, he said: “I'm sorry for what I did to you.” Placing his right fist against his left hand, he bowed to her. “It was an accident. Fire can be dangerous and wild, so as a Fire Bender, I need to be more careful and control my bending, so I don't hurt people unintentionally.”

“I think you are supposed to be my Fire Bending teacher.”

Zuko’s eyes snapped over to the- to Aang. Did he actually mean that? Was he really going to accept Zuko’s offer?

“When I first tried to learn Fire Bending,” Aang continued, even though the two Water Tribe siblings seemed shocked, “I burned Katara.” So that was the Water Bending girl’s name. Katara. “And after that, I never wanted to Fire Bend again. But now I know you understand how easy it is to hurt the people you love. I'd like you to teach me.”

Aang bowed deeply before Zuko, who had listened attentively, unable to believe the boy’s words. Were his efforts really paying off?

Quickly Zuko bowed back. “Thank you,” Zuko smiled relieved. “I’m so happy you’ve accepted me into your group.” For once in his life, he’d get to be part of a group he actually wanted to belong to, a group he was part of because he had asked to be part of, not because he had been assigned a part in it.

“Not so fast,” Aang disagreed. Maybe Zuko had let excitement and relief take over too quickly. “I still have to ask my friends if it’s okay with them.”

Oh no, that would probably not end well for Zuko. Yesterday, before he had hurt the Earth Bender, it might have been two against two, the Water Tribe siblings against you and the Earth Bender. But after he had hurt that girl, there was no way she would speak in his favour now.

“Toph,” Aang turned to the Earth Bender. Toph? Another name to add to the list. (y/n), Aang, Toph and Katara. “You're the one that Zuko burned. What do you think?”

Zuko held his breath, feeling his heart pick up speed. If she denied-

“Go ahead and let him join,” the girl answered in an almost indifferent tone. “It'll give me plenty of time to get back at him for burning my feet,” she added, pounding her fist against her palm and Zuko could only hope she’d go easy on him. She was a powerful Earth Bender after all, and there was only so much he could do against a boulder crashing down on him.

Aang nodded at the Earth Bender’s words before turning to the Water Tribe boy.

“Sokka?”

So that was the boy’s name. Now Zuko only had to memorise the names.

Sokka glared at Zuko for a moment before shrugging. “Hey, all I want is to defeat the Fire Lord. If you think this is the way to do it, then, I'm all for it.”

Zuko released a breath he didn’t realise he had been holding, before his eyes moved onto the next person in the group. The Water Tribe girl.

“Katara?”

Zuko tensed up under her intense stare and he was only glad she couldn’t shoot fire from her eyes, otherwise he’d be well done by now.

“I'll go along with whatever you think is right,” she finally declared reluctantly.

“(y/n),” Aang turned to you. “What do you think? You said he tried to free Appa, but you were right about what you said earlier about his uncle.”

Zuko, who had almost dared relaxing, certain you wouldn’t object to him joining the group, froze. What had you said about him and his uncle? After he had convinced all the others that he could teach the Avatar Fire Bending, would you veto their decision?

With bated breath he turned to you. Your smile from before had disappeared entirely and instead you were chewing on your bottom lip, mustering Zuko with a gaze as cold as ice.

“You betrayed your own uncle,” you accused, watching his face carefully. “We were beginning to think we might be able to trust you and you betrayed your uncle, who accompanied you all this time. We can't know you won’t do the same to us as well.”

Zuko stared at you, horrified. The problem was you were not wrong. He had betrayed his uncle. He wanted to explain that he had clung to the stupid and naïve idea that he could go back home to his father and sister, and finally be accepted, be loved. But it felt like his tongue was as heavy as lead, making it impossible for him to speak and explain himself. But it didn’t seem like you were expecting an explanation anyway, because after a short moment you continued.

“We can’t know you won’t betray us. But I trust you won’t, so you better not let me down.” Zuko lifted his head, staring at you in disbelief. What did this mean? Did this mean you really- “Welcome to Team Avatar,” you finished.

Zuko felt like a weight was falling off his shoulders. “I won’t let you down,” he exclaimed excitedly, approaching the group. “I promise!”

Before he could reach them, they turned away, walking towards the inside of the temple, Sokka carrying Toph. You were the only one who shot him a last glance over your shoulder, and suddenly Zuko realized that this had only been the first step. He might have been accepted into the group, but he still was not a part of it. He still had to prove himself first. By all the spirits, he was tired. All this time he had done nothing but trying to prove himself, first to his father, now to the Avatar’s team. Well, he could still hold out a little longer, put in a little more work.

Zuko sat on his bed, holding the portrait of his uncle in his hands. Katara’s threat from before still echoed in his mind. The light outside had dimmed enough for the room to be covered in a mysterious twilight, blurring the lines of the simple portrait enough that if he hadn’t known Uncle Iroh’s face as well as he did, he might not have recognized it.

Was he ever going to see him again? Where was he now? And if he saw him again, would he forgive him? Zuko shook his head. There were other things to worry about right now.

He had to show the others that he was loyal to them. Whatever it took for them to believe him, he had to do it. No matter how dangerous or risky or stupid it might seem, he had to prove himself to them. And he had to find a good way to teach Aang Fire Bending. After all, that was why they had accepted him in the first place: Because he was their best chance at Aang learning Fire Bending. If he couldn’t do that, he wouldn’t earn his stay in the group.

A knock on the closed door startled him, and quickly he sat up straight.

“Yes,” he called, curious to see who had come to look for him.

Much to his delight, it was you, who poked her head into his spacious room. A smile pulled at his lips, and Zuko realized having joined the Avatar had the previously unconsidered advantage that he’d get to see you now every day.

Zuko’s happiness was only short lived though, because a moment later he remembered your words from before, how you had reminded everybody, how you had reminded him – of his betrayal of his uncle. You were not the person he had begun imagining throughout all these nights in which he had felt so lonely and desperate for the faintest slither of approval and sympathy.

You were a young girl who had joined the Avatar, for whatever reason, and spent the past months fearlessly facing off against the most capable Fire Benders and the biggest army in the world, determined to defend your friends. You were so much more than whatever he had conjured up for his own comfort.

Your brows furrowed as you watched his smile fall, tilting your head at him.

“You okay,” you asked, making Zuko flinch.

“Yeah,” he quickly answered, “I’m fine, what’s up.”

“Dinner’s almost ready,” you let him know, clearly not believing his answer. Considering he had lived undercover as Lee from his uncle’s tea shop, he was still a surprisingly bad liar. “But… I wanted to talk to you before that. Can I come in?”

A mixture of excitement and anxiety settled in Zuko’s stomach, but he nodded, jumping up from his bed to invite you in.

“What did you want to talk about,” he asked, hoping he wasn’t digging his own grave.

“Just-” you shrugged, stepping into the room and closing the door behind you. “I know I was pretty hard on you earlier. You saved our lives out there. I shouldn’t have brought your uncle back up.”

“You had every right to,” Zuko denied. “I know you are taking a risk by giving me a chance. For all you know, I could just send a messenger hawk and give your location away to my father.”

“Will you?”

Zuko stared at you for a moment. Did you really think he would do that?

“No,” he answered incredulously. “I told you: I’m with you now. I want to help the Avatar bring down my father and end this war, so the world can shift back into balance.”

You shrugged. “I got no choice but to believe you.”

“That’s not true,” Zuko disagreed. “You could have said you don’t trust me. Earlier, you could have told the others you don’t want me in your group.”

“And send away the best chance we have, to teach Aang Fire Bending? I don’t think so. Besides,” you sighed and leant against the wall by the door, “I believe you. That you want this war to end, I mean.”

“Why?”

You shrugged, taking in Zuko’s form as he was helplessly standing in the middle of the room. “There’s something different about you. Makes me want to give you a chance.”

Zuko nodded, watching as you absentmindedly reached for the fire pendant on the leather strap around your neck. He had seen you wear it before, that time he had gotten you out of Zhao’s prison.

“Are you Fire Nation,” he asked before he had even thought his question through.

“What makes you say that,” you asked back, almost defensively now.

“The pendant,” he explained. “You wore it when I got you and the Avatar out of Zhao’s prison.”

“His name’s Aang.”

“What?”

“The Avatar’s name. It’s Aang,” you repeated.

“Oh, yeah. I know.”

“Then use it. But you’re right. I’m Fire Nation,” you answered. “Or at least I was born as Fire Nation. My family moved to one of the new colonies when I was very little, but my dad died shortly after.”

“I’m sorry,” Zuko mumbled. He knew what it was like to lose a parent.

“It was awful,” you agreed. “He got very sick, and there was nothing the doctors could do. A while after, my mum remarried, a man from the Earth Kingdom, and we moved away from the colony. We had to hide we were Fire Nation, but we were happy. At least until my brother died. He died in the war. He stayed behind in Yu Dao and joined the Fire Nation army.”

Zuko watched how you tensed up, your hand tightly closed around the pendent now. “He gave me this,” you added, lifting your fist. “It’s the only thing I have left of my family. And he died for nothing.”

“Don’t say that,” Zuko disagreed. “I’m sure that through his sacrifice he saved others. It’s little comfort but-”

“No,” you shook your head. “His whole unit got wiped out. The whole 41rst.”

Zuko froze. The 41rst? The unit he had tried to speak up for in his father’s war council? The unit he had tried to protect and been sent to an Agni Kai for, been exiled for? He wanted to tell you, wanted to tell you that he had tried to speak up against the unit’s sacrifice, but he kept the knowledge to himself. It made no difference whether you knew or not. And even if you would believe him, it was too early to share this fact with you. Instead, he just swallowed thickly.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated.

“You weren’t the one slaughtering him, were you,” you asked, shaking your head with a sigh. “It only got worse after that. Last year the Fire Nation attacked out village. I was in the forest, so I wasn’t there when they burnt down the house. They killed both my mother and my stepfather. I don’t know what happened to my sister.”

“You have a sister?”

“Have, had, I don’t know. She might be dead for all I know. If she’s not, she’s probably with the Fire Nation now. She’s my half-sister. If she’s alive, she’d be six now.”

“Why did the Fire Nation attack your village,” Zuko asked, trying not to picture what the Fire Nation would do to the children of the enemy.

“I think they were just claiming new territory. They never cared how many people they had to kill in order to advance with their plan to take over the world.”

Zuko lowered his head. He had been so oblivious all these years, never caring about anybody other than himself, refusing to see the destruction his father’s plans rained on the world.

“You’ve been through a lot,” he admitted, lifting his head again to look at you. Your hair was falling down past your shoulders, unbound now and reflecting the blue light of the evening. You looked eternal in the twilight, and even though pain was swimming in your eyes, Zuko could also see the strength it had taken you to keep fighting all the time. He admired your resilience, he admired you. You were perfect in his eyes, strong and still gentle, hurt so many times but never bitter, a fighter, who after all the evil you had seen still believed in the good in people. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have given him a chance.

“We all have been through a lot,” you replied. “You too, you said so yourself.”

Zuko nodded. “But it feels like all the bad things in my life were something I caused myself. Your family has been a playball of my father’s.”

“I don’t believe that you are to blame for all the bad things that happened to you,” you disagreed. “You – just like all of us – are just a product of the adults who raised you. And-”

You got interrupted by a voice shouting for you.

“Dinner’s ready!”

“That’s Sokka,” you concluded. “Let’s go, before he and Aang finish everything before we even get a chance.” You pushed away from the wall and opened the door before turning to Zuko again. “Don’t be too harsh on yourself,” you told him. “And don’t focus too much on the past. There’s nothing you can change about it now. Help us change the future instead.”

And with those words you slipped out of the room, leaving Zuko wondering whether his uncle’s spirit had possessed you there for a moment before he quickly hurried after you, looking forward to whatever there would be served for dinner.

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The Umbrella Academy Season 4 Final Thoughts

I have opinions I need to share. Obviously spoilers ahead so… enter at your own risk?

Firstly, the positives

To give it some credit, this was a beautiful ending. It was technically the only way they could end it bc it was clear no matter what they did, the apocalypse would follow

I loved the reference to them saving the Eiffel Tower in an alternate timeline, like they did in the comics

…yeh, that’s it

Oh wait, I loved Klaus’ relationship with Claire. I love Klaus. I love everything about him. Thank you. End quote

Now for the negatives - this will be in no coherent order so bare with me

It’s embarrassingly clear that this needed its usual 10 episodes. I think I read somewhere that the director felt that 6 episodes were the perfect amount so maybe Netflix didn’t cut it, or perhaps he was trying to make the best of a shitty situation. But every scene felt like it was missing something.

Where was the family dance sesh???

Five and Lila. No. Just. No. They’re begrudging step-sibling and that is it. And even if they did want to go down this direction, even if I wasn’t so opposed to the ship, I just didn’t care. You can’t just time skip 7 years in 1 episode and simultaneously get me to feel invested in their relationship. They needed 2 episodes at least to make me feel the impact of those 7 years. I know for 5 that’s probably nothing compared to his time in the apocalypse, but to Lila, that would’ve driven her insane, and in her breaking point, that’s when she goes to 5, bit like how they did this. Not to mention, they come back looking the exact same. 5 is supposed to be, what, 27 at this point? I sure as hell don’t see it. I would’ve much preferred a scene where, once Lila releases they’re going back home, frantically tries to clean up and cut her hair to look exactly how she did before so that her family still recognise her. Ugh that entire point was just so shit

The baby shark gag was not funny

Why did Diego and Lila have to have twins as well. I get it, they’re tired parents who miss their glory days. But if you want us to feel really sorry for them, and later mourn them when Lila has to say goodbye, maybe let us see the family interact as… as well as family. I was so excited to see Diego in his real daddy era just for him to talk to his oldest daughter maybe once? ALSO why does Lila get that whole emotional goodbye to her children and Diego just, nothing? “Get the family out of here” umm hello, even if you didn’t like the in-laws, those are 3 of your fucking children that you’re saying goodbye to forever. I think I’m just upset that they reduced Lila to being a tired mother (to me anyway) and forget Diego was the father. I would’ve so rather seen him being the dad that he never had in his life.

Like putting the family on the Subway to nowhere. Literally. It’s not like she knew how the Subway worked so she was just sticking her family on the train and hoping for the best. They made it seem as though they had never found a world safe enough. Like truly the best place for them to stay was the fucking Greenhouse world, so how did she expect the family to survive, and with no powers mind you. And also didn’t thy know at that point that all ultimate timelines would be destroyed, except for the main timeline. Was she hoping they’d magicallly be taken to the main timeline orrr? I’m just so fucking confused man

The Subway. What a fucking missed opportunity oh my fucking god. Its only true function was to have all the Five’s meet up to tell Prime Five the super duper important convenient information that would bring upon The Finale. It was such a cool concept and we saw… none of it. Firstly, they made it wayyy to easy that Five just happened to find a journal his future self made that worked out the tunnel system. You’re telling me that in 7 years he never worked any of it out. Uhhh I just wanted to see how the Subway worked and we couldn’t even get that. AND they only showed us 1 world!!!! I think alternate timelines are such a. Fun concept because you can explore multiple worlds that are like your own but a little more freaky with little to no consequences in your own world. I LOVED seeing the Phoenix Academy so much but… that was it. Imagine a montage of Five and Lila visiting a ton of worlds like our own with messed up Academy. Can you imagine if we saw a comic accurate Umbrella Academy??? Omfg the ultimate homage. I’m tearing up just thinking about what we could’ve had.

Gene and Jean were rly fun but again, what waisted potential. I loved my quirky not-so-instance parents sm

Uncle Five? Uncle Luther? Gone. Maybe I’m misremembering but they always seemed so excited to meet Claire. Ik they’re pissed at Alison or whatever (but they’re literally not though) but you’re telling me we never see them interact, despite them being some of the only sibling to care about Claire??? Oh okay, okayyy

The powers. Does nobody care that some have multiple powers now orrr? So Lila had laser eyes but could still mimic everyone else. Also the running gag of not being able to control her eyes could’ve gone on for so much longer. And Alison. Was she just so powerful she could rumour ppl without saying anything now? And when her eyes went yellow, that was a completely new power, right? And did Viktor’s powers seem different to you guys or is it bc he absorbed Harlan’s powers last season. Me personally, I think they’re should’ve gone down the Tinkerbell: The Pirate Fairy route and swapped the sibling powers with each other or completely different ones

It would’ve been such a good plot twist if after learning that the Cleanse restored them to the one true timeline, they all think it’s their original lives as a misdirect and they the horror sets in as you realise that they’re actually part of an ultimate timeline. They just could’ve done so much more than that. I know with limited episodes they had to wrap things up quickly so after they learned they had to be erased they just kinda had to accept it but I would’ve loved an entire episode of them grappling with the fact and saying goodbye and reminiscing about their past and maybe even being in denial and self sabotaging or whatever (kind of in the style of that ep in s2 when they have an hour to meet up

Why was Jennifer in a squid??? Why? did she get all the durango? Why weren’t there 42 other kids who got ur? That could’ve been such a cool parallel like cmonnn

I always suspected Ben’s death to be connected to Reg in some way so I loved the reveal… but I hated Jennifer’s involvement. Like it just felt tooo convenient. And I understand why they did it from a writers/ directors perspective that they wanted to wrap everything up but I just felt it could’ve been done much smarter. ALSO I just realised that Klaus doesn’t know how Ben died. Diabolical. I will not stand for it

Reginald didn’t recognise his own wife??? Like when Fake Gene called him “love” and Reggie didn’t clock it???

Speaking of Reggie ARE WE EVER GOING TO DISCUSS THAT HE’S AN ALIEN ROBOT BITCH???

Soooo Luther never once asked Reggie about Sloane???

Ray. Where’s Ray? Maybe the actor was working on something else and they had to get rid of his character

WE NEVER EVEN HEAD ALISON SAY “I HEARD A RUMOUR” NOT EVEN ONCE like I get she’s powerful enough to the point she doesn’t have to say it anymore but that line eats down every. Single. TIME!

Lastly and most importantly… the soundtrack. The songs didn’t slap. Simple as.

Final Statement

I think I covered all my points. I doubt I’ll make a part 2 bc honestly, the show isn’t worth my time and energy anymore. I just needed to rant bc I don’t know any ppl who watch this who have any lick of media literacy.

The finale was painfully underwhelming. It didn’t feel like the same TUA I’ve grown to love over the past few years. I can accept the ending but the journey to how we got there was one massive slap in the face. I’m going to ignore this ending ever happened thank you <3

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So who am I?

Hello!! My name is Chaos, or Cam, and this will be where I interact with other RP blogs or chat about my OCs. My main is @leesbian42 and I'll keep my OC tag from that blog here too

I'm 24, queer and I use pink/pinkself bat/batself and punk/punkself, or 🐍/🐍self 🌺/🌺self 🦋/🦋self. Don't like neos? Don't follow. Simple as that.

I'll do most kinds of RPs, but no nsfw and if you want it to go in a certain direction you have to tell me. Any and every OC is never restricted to just one Universe, and even if I don't know the fandom more than the basics I'm willing to at least try.

Some of the things I do is: avatar (atla/lok/woba), lego Ninjago, LEGO Dreamzzz, LEGO Friends, Encanto, Disenchantment, Danny Phantom, Descendants, DC (only know basics), Marvel (bare basics), She-Ra, Voltron, Hamilton, historic, LUCIDS, Marble Hornets / Creepypasta etc

everything I post is open RP unless specified otherwise

So!! Some quick deets on my OCs!!

Non-Fandom OCs:

Eldi 'A23421' Light

my cyborg oc with a ✨tragic evil fucked up past✨. Once human, she was experimented on against her will and had her sentience removed from her, sent out by her Creator, James Stone, to get him new patients to experiment on similar to how he did to Eldi or other majorly fucked up shit. when she's around 13-15 she realises what's been going on and by the time she's 17 she's escaped and deep into hiding, working to reprogram and relearn everything

Phoenix Night

don't really have much for him? He's born in Scotland and got sort of a symbiote like venom??? and got a pretty normal life until I hit him with the Trauma and Death stick yk how it is with OCs

Alex Xamira

I usually make her a friend of Eldi's, but I lost a LOT of the information and notes I had on them originally :(

Liwh Saga Korpwinge

my first ever oc!! She's born in 1100 and has travelled with her mother for as long as she can remember, constantly on the run from something she's never gotten explained to her. Until, one day, her mother gets caught D: Liwh sees her hang from the gallows already the next day (and other things bc uhhh 13yr me making this character really went bonkers with the tragedy)

Tilda Klemensdotter and Torkel Klemensson

these two are actually my irl Museum job characters!! Twins, born in the 1760s, they get job at the local sheriff's (länsman) farm, but somehow keep missing each other and leaves in search for their sibling! But now, a few years later, they're back working at their parents farm. They're both half-finnish too bc Torkel is actually a Finnish name, but idk how much they'd know about that side of the family

Rebel

another one I don't got a lot for? I thought the word Rebel as a name would be super cool and made this oc. Lives up to their name def at least

Fandom OCs:

Raya

I don't got a lot for her either? She's an atla oc (from the swt) AND an encanto oc (from the other side of the mountains).

Elyha Ivy Moon

my WoBA (world of the bending arts) RPG atla oc, an airbender born in around 500AG, 17 yrs old and lives in the Republic City with her mums Mary and Rose, and their older sibling Reese. Elyha and Reese are both adopted by Mary and Rose and they often joke the family is the avatar but split up (Elyha air, Reese earth, Mary water and Rose fire). Elyha's bio parents was a moonblessed waterbender (like Yue) and an airbender, which is how she got her white hair.

Rira 'El Fuego'

another atla oc!! She got kidnapped as a very young child by Ozai and Azulon for her purple fire. She's around the same age as Lu Ten and is a very skilled firebender (Ozai and Azulon won't accept anything less, even from the child they kidnapped) and she, after realising the children were no danger, could be seen with Zuko, Azula and Lu Ten. She actually goes with Iroh to the siege of ba sing se! and after that, the sun warriors!

Sara 'Saga Berry' Gustafson

born in the early 1960s, she's one of my youngest OCs on 11 years! She's specifically from a Gravity Falls dream I once had, which then turned into an au. Orphaned and homeless after her mother got evicted, she spends years on the streets before finally being found by Stan Pines during his homeless days. When Stan leaves the country, she goes with him as his adopted daughter and actually spends the rest of her childhood living on the streets and travelling the world with Stan! She's in her twenties when she starts even thinking about settling down somewhere

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FFXIVWrite 2023 DAY 16 - JERK (MAKE-UP)

Z'rhiki brings a friend with her to the Forgotten Knight to meet Sid and Rielle. She never brings a friend.

(I'm so sorry, G'raha! Unfortunately, Rhiki isn't even a little sorry..... I wasn't intending to write any more SidWoL for this challenge but this one just seemed too apt. I didn't have time to come up with a better scene, so I wrote one that I'd had in my head as something stupid and funny for a while. Even if Sid and Rhiki were an "official" ship I don't think this would be a canon interaction, I just found it amusing. It's not my best work for this challenge, but it's passable. They can't all be winners.)

Rating: Teen Genre: Fluff, humor Characters: Sidurgu Orl, Rielle du Caulignont, G'raha Tia, Z'rhiki Irhi (Warrior of Light) Relationships: Sidurgu Orl/Warrior of Light Word Count: 2,108 Content Warnings: None

“Rhiki!” Rielle waved to the Warrior of Light from their usual table. Rhiki waved back as she descended the stairs, followed by….

Who was that? Sidurgu wondered. Perhaps he was another patron who had entered at the same… No, he definitely seemed to be following her. That was strange.

“Hey Rielle!” Rhiki returned the greeting as she approached the table, her mysterious guest a few steps behind her. Another miqo’te, not much taller than her, with vivid red hair and fur. He shifted uncomfortably, clearly waiting for introductions to be made.

“Oh… is this your friend?” Rielle asked. Her tone was polite, but her eyes betrayed the same confusion he felt.

Rhiki never brought anyone with her to see them. Ever.

“Something like that.” Rhiki’s face wore a characteristic grin, but it looked incredibly forced. “Oh, uhhh, I suppose I should introduce you! Sid, Rielle, this is G’raha Tia. He’s the newest Scion of the Seventh Dawn. G’raha Tia, these are my friends: Sidurgu and Rielle.”

Fortunately, Rielle had more tact than he did. Instead of demanding to know what in the seven hells this was supposed to be, she merely nodded courteously to Rhiki’s guest and said, “Hello G’raha Tia. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine!” The man’s ears perked up. “Please, you may call me G’raha, or even Raha. You are Z’rhiki’s friends, so I see no reason for us to stand on formality!”

Z’rhiki..? That was strange, too. No one called her Z’rhiki – at least, not anyone who knew her well. Just like she and Rielle only ever called him “Sid.” He knew that it was her full first name, and that the Z was something of an honorific, but she had dropped it almost immediately upon meeting them. He had never heard anyone else use it, though he supposed he hadn’t met many (or any) of her other friends. Certainly not one of the Scions. 

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the other man glance up at him, as if to make a more personal introduction, but his eyes were on Rhiki. She noticed his gaze and shrugged awkwardly. “G’raha Tia… heard that I was coming to Ishgard, and wanted to join me, since he’d never been. So, I thought I’d bring him here.” She explained.

“Why?” Sidurgu asked flatly.

“Sid!” Rielle immediately scolded.

He actually did look at G’raha Tia this time, and the miqo’te fidgeted. “No, no. It’s a fair question. I apologize for the intrusion. I have heard and read a great deal about Z’rhiki’s exploits in Ishgard and, as I was not fortunate enough to be present for them, I merely wished to see the city with my own eyes, and to place faces to the names I already know so well.”

Sid glanced back at Rhiki, just in time to catch the roll of her eyes. Though he had no way to know for sure, he highly doubted that theirs were names that had come up in conversation before. As far as he was aware, she had never told any of the Scions about how she had come to walk the path. If the man was on a pilgrimage to the sites of her glorious triumphs in Ishgard, surely it would be better to take him to the Fortemps Manor, or the Steps of Faith, or even the Congregation.

Rielle’s eyes darted between he and Rhiki, but when neither said anything, she took it upon herself to alleviate the discomfort hanging over the table by cautiously asking, “So… how did you and Rhiki meet?”

G’raha Tia perked up again, grateful to be rescued from the settling silence. “Ah, an excellent question! I suppose we first met when Z’rhiki joined an expedition I was a part of to investigate the site of some ancient Allagan ruins. It was quite the adventure, really! Z’rhiki pulled our operation back from the brink of ruin several times. I was very fortunate to have had the chance to work alongside her! Sadly, after that… my duties took me elsewhere, and it wasn’t until recently that we were reunited.”

Sid saw Rhiki roll her eyes again.

“Oh, how interesting,” Rielle replied encouragingly. He couldn’t tell if she was actually interested, or if she was just humoring the man. “I’ve only read about the Allagan Empire in books a few times. And heard Rhiki’s stories about their technology.”

“I’m sure G’raha would love to tell you all about it.” Z’rhiki said, her tone a little too cheerful. “He loves all of that ner-… scholarly stuff.” Sid almost smiled as he heard her catch herself. “Anyways, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving! I’m going to go ask Gibrillont what’s on the menu today. I’ll bring you all back whatever sounds good. My treat.”

G’raha glanced around them at the mostly empty tavern. “Do they serve food here?”

“Sort of!” Rielle assured him, before looking after Rhiki. “Oh, Rhiki, wait! I’ll come with you! You’ll need help carrying everything!”

She dismissed herself from the table and hurried towards the bar, leaving Sidurgu alone with G’raha Tia. G’raha watched them go, his ears and tail drooping lower the further away they got. He sighed, “She still seems a bit cross with me, doesn’t she?” He mused. Sid couldn’t tell whether he was talking to himself or not. 

“I’ll say,” He responded regardless, also letting his eyes wander to where Rhiki had struck up a conversation with the grizzled elezen working the counter. “What did you do to her, anyway?”

G’raha wilted further. “It’s… a rather long story.”

“Hmm….” He watched Rhiki and Rielle for a moment longer before shrugging his shoulders. “Well, whatever it was, I’m sure she’ll get over it eventually. You just have to give it time."

That seemed to hearten the shorter man, and he looked up at him with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “Do you truly think so?”

Sid snorted. “No. "Truthfully, I think you’re buggered. I’ve never seen her act like this around anyone, and I’ve seen her try to kill people.” This “G’raha Tia” was polite enough, and seemed like a decent sort – even if he was probably the type of do-gooder that Sidurgu typically found self-righteous and irritating – but whatever he had done to get under Rhiki’s skin, it must have been bad. She was one of those troublesome people who liked everyone, including those she really shouldn’t. Hells, she liked him, and, as Rielle so often pointed out, he could be a chocobo’s arse. She loved mercy and forgiveness and all of that tripe. But, for some reason, she didn’t like this guy.

So why did she bring him here?

“Oh…” G’raha Tia deflated once again, and Sid took a long sip of his drink. He was thankful that he’d started drinking early today. He was probably going to need it.

Not long after, Rhiki and Rielle returned with four plates of stew. “Stew” was a generous word for what was really a random assortment of whatever ingredients the proprietor could scrounge up, boiled with water and flour, but it was apt enough. As they ate, Rielle would occasionally pose a question about ancient Allag or the Studium in Sharlayan, where it turned out Rhiki’s “friend” had studied, and each time he answered with all of the elation of a drowning man who had been tossed a buoy. Rhiki, for her part, was quiet. Too quiet. Which was unsettling. She was never quiet. Usually, she could fill an entire conversation by herself. She talked constantly, laughed loudly, and gestured wildly with her hands. Now, though, she was strangely subdued, only speaking when asked a direct question and occasionally making noncommittal noises to demonstrate that she was still involved in the conversation. The longer he watched her, the more curious he became.

G’raha Tia was in the middle of a story about… something or other (he hadn’t really been listening) when he nudged her. “Can I talk to you for a minute? Over there?”

She almost looked relieved. “Uhhhh, sure.” Turning briefly to G’raha, who had stopped mid-sentence, and Rielle, who was eyeing Sid suspiciously, she said, “Sid and I will be right back. Feel free to continue without us.”

“Um, alright,” G’raha Tia replied weakly, glancing helplessly back to Rielle, who sighed. But Rhiki had already grabbed his arm and was leading him over to the other end of the room, where fliers for odd jobs and bounties spackled the walls.

When they were safely tucked in the corner, out of earshot, Sid folded his arms. “Alright. What’s going on. Why did you bring him here? You never bring your Scion buddies here.”

“W-well maybe I want to start,” Rhiki retorted, defensively. “You two are my friends! Maybe I want you to meet my other friends.”

Sid frowned at her. “I might believe that. Except you clearly hate him.”

“I don’t hate G’raha Tia-“ he didn’t believe her, and his pointed, unamused expression told her as much. She sighed, her shoulders sagging. “Okay, fine. He keeps tagging along with me! I can’t get rid of him! I just want to discourage him a little! So I brought him here because… I kind of thought you would be mean to him.” She offered him the type of innocent smile that clearly bespoke guilt.

“What?!” Sid hissed, lowering his voice so that he wouldn’t raise it instead. “Why would you think that?”

“Because you’re mean to everyone,” Rhiki pointed out.

He huffed, affronted. He couldn’t believe this. Well… maybe he could, but he didn’t have to like it. “I am not mean to everyone. What about you and Rielle?!”

“You were super mean to me and Rielle when we first met,” she reminded him. “And you still call me ‘annoying’ and ‘a handful’ all the time.”

He wanted to deny that, but couldn’t. “Fine. But that’s just the two of you, and both of you intentionally try to irritate me. That’s hardly everyone.”

“Who else do you know?” Rhiki asked, tilting her head as she looked up at him expectantly.

He… didn’t have an answer for that, so he just grumbled something and looked to the side, carefully studying one of the yellowed job listings.

“That’s what I thought.”

He groaned, covering his face with one hand. “Why do you want me to be mean to him? You’re the one who has a problem with him. Why don’t you just be mean to him.”

She chewed on her lower lip, glancing over her shoulder, back to where Rielle and G’raha were still sitting. “I can’t. I have to work with him. And every time I’m even a little bit passive aggressive the Scions look at me like they’re so disappointed in me. It’s like they think the two of us are supposed to kiss or something at any minute, and I’m going off-script and messing it up.” She sighed. “Plus, I thought it would hurt his feelings less coming from you since, you know, that’s just kind of how you are – no offense. He looks up to me for some stupid reason, and I don’t want to break his heart or anything. I just want him to back off!”

“How am I supposed to not be offended by that?” Sid objected, but ultimately let the matter drop. He could tell this was something that had legitimately been bothering her, and he supposed she’d done enough for him to earn a bit of grace. “What did he do that made you so bloody irritated, anyway.”

“It’s…” She reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose. “It’s complicated. I’ll tell you about it later, I promise."

“You’d better.” He had lowered his hackles a bit. He was still annoyed, but he could let it go. “I don’t know what you want me to say to him, but I suppose it’s not like I was planning on making nice with him anyway.”

She smiled sheepishly up at him. “Thanks. I appreciate the support. And… I’m sorry if I unintentionally implied you were a jerk. I mean, you are, but that’s one of the things I like about you!” She reached up to pat his arm.

It was his turn to roll his eyes. “And you’re a pest,” he retorted.

“Which is one of the things you like about me!”

It only annoyed him more that she was right.

They both turned to look back at the table, where Rielle had managed to re-engage G’raha Tia in small-talk,

“So,” Rhiki said casually, “Do you wanna go have sex in the hallway?”

“Yes.”

[rivalsforlife]

I think you said something a while ago about Kay having complicated feelings in a scenario where Edgeworth adopts Trucy and I am. Intrigued.

Hello yes I think I did! I can't take full credit for the idea though because I talked about it a lot with people in toni laquilasse's stream server. just so that's out there.

it's in a hypothetical situation where there is narumitsu (of course) and in my head it's like... dd/soj era or later. Edgeworth and Phoenix get married. as a part of this Edgeworth adopts Trucy, who is 16/17/18. Kay at this point is uhhh 25/26/27. So she's well into adulthood at this point which I think is important to note, and is pretty mature, and has now been without a father for the majority of her life and made her peace with it unlike in aai-era.

The way I see Edgeworth's relationship with Kay in AAI-era and afterwards is kind of like... Kay really sees him as a father figure in part because he canonically reminds her a lot of her dad and in part because of how protective he was over her in aai2. But being 17 and Practically An Adult, and fairly independent for her age, and having Father Issues, she doesn't really voice this. (Father Issues including of course Byrne dying which was a traumatizing event, but also personal headcanons regarding her relationship with Badd, who was extremely close to her and like a second father to her (or literally a second father if you go the byrnebadd route) but then following Byrne's death he tried to distance himself from her for her own safety ("Kay... I'm truly sorry. I wanted... nothing but a peaceful life for you...") so that does some subconscious stuff for her as well. ... and I could go on a bit more about my Kay self-worth headcanons but I won't right now.) Kay also is very aware that Edgeworth is emotionally repressed. And would never really suspect that he thinks of her in a daughterly way, insert my forgotten turnabout thoughts I swear I'll one day write out here.

Similarly Edgeworth feels many fatherly feelings towards her as seen by aai2 again. He wants to protect her and make sure she grows up safe and worries about her getting into trouble and all that. But he has Emotional Repression! It'd take a pretty major incident for him to voice that much. And his own Father Issues contribute to this all as well so that he might not even consciously recognize her as a daughter figure and definitely not voice it. It's a weird combination of "not wanting to accidentally turn out like Manfred" (though he gets over this one first) and then "not being able to live up to Gregory's standard" (which takes. significantly longer.)

So basically with their respective emotional issues and Kay being 17 and Edgeworth only being ten years older than her, which I do admit isn't much of a gap for parent-child-type relationships, neither of them ever voice any of this but they're fine with that, they're still close and all that stuff.

Edgeworth presumably gets over his "I wouldn't be a good father" issues before adopting Trucy officially. And Kay is of course very happy about this because her friend/father-figure is married and has a child and it means he's gotten over a lot of his emotional issues. And I'm sure she adores Trucy because who doesn't adore Trucy? And she (in her mind) doesn't really have any reason to be upset because she's in her mid-late twenties and has been an orphan for over fifteen years and obviously her relationship with Mr. Edgeworth is different from his relationship with Trucy and all that etcetera etcetera. but she is a little bit jealous.

Trucy happened to come into his life at the right emotional point (... or at least was around at the right emotional point) and is the right age and with the right excuse for Edgeworth to confront his emotional issues (marrying Phoenix). All things that Kay didn't have. And while she managed to grow up just fine without a consistent strong father figure and she's in a better place now than she was in her teens, when she sees Edgeworth acting towards Trucy the way he used to act towards her, she feels some amount of jealousy that she didn't get to have that secure well-defined father-daughter relationship when she was Trucy's age. Even though when she was 17 she thought she was just fine without a parent, it was something that would have been nice to have in her life. Edgeworth wasn't incapable of it the whole time. The timing just wasn't right. Insert aai2 related thoughts of "Kay subconsciously doesn't seem to understand why anyone would want to protect her or risk anything for her" here.

This doesn't really fester for long and I'm sure it gets sorted out eventually I don't think this is really something that's going to build up into a super angsty situation haha. either Kay goes "haha that's a weird emotion! time to repress that!" or somehow she and Edgeworth end up having an honest emotional conversation (which would take a miracle probably but be very good for both of them) since I do think Edgeworth at this point would admit he sees her in a similar view as Trucy, if prompted. In both cases Kay and Trucy are adults/near adults, he has not been with them their whole childhoods, they had/have another father who was more prominent in their life (Byrne vs Phoenix), Miles feels rather secondary to that and definitely doesn't want to try to replace that relationship, because he knows he can't. nor does he want to.

This is already very long so I'll stop here. I Just Think They're Neat. Hope this was coherent and at least a little bit interesting to think about!

[kiddiekatz]

I Don’t Want a World Without You. Eren Jaeger x Reader

Request from @shittypaperwork

A/N: This took me forever to write this. I wanted it to be perfect. I really hope it is. Also, my asks are open for AOT smut (Disclaimer I do prefer to write in Canon Au but not opposed to writing Modern AU if I like the idea.) , Jujustu Kaisen smut. But please enjoy!!!!!!

WARNINGS: SMUT!!!, slight breading kink ig, name calling, slight Dom!Eren. Unprotected sex, Canon AU,

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

Your friendship with Eren was unlike any relationship you had experienced before. You both joined the Scouts after the attack on Wall Maria. You both bonded over the losses you both endured that day. Eren sought out revenge on the Titans. His hatred and rage fueled his desire to become a better soldier. You wanted a better understanding of the outside world. Why all the memories came fooling back in the middle of a titan ambush you had no idea why. A giant hand came out from the shadows of the forest directly aiming for you. You didn't have much time to react before Eren swooped in and grabbed you.

"(Y/N) you need to pay more attention," Eren said right before the titan grabbed the wire to his ODM gear causing him to fall to the ground several hundred feet below.

"Eren," you screamed out. Your heart pounding in your chest as you locked eyes with the titan. Suddenly, a red hot burning sensation rushed through your chest and up your face. Tears started to form in your eyes as you maneuvered around the giant trees. Finally finding a vantage point, you zipped over the titan and your blades cutting deep into its nape. It fell to the ground dust and debris flying above its lifeless body. The feeling still stuck in your chest, but it was different something lingered beneath the surface. You located Eren, and you looked at him the feeling became stronger as you watched him lay there, blood dripping from his head on the ground under him.

You were irrevocably in love with him.

There was no time to confess to him your newfound feelings. He needed to get the infirmary. The more you realized your feelings for him, the more you realized it would never work. This world was unfair and unforgiving. There was no room in the world for love let alone a relationship, or that's what you told yourself. The pain you would feel if Eren didn't reciprocate your feelings would tear you apart inside.

Two weeks had passed since the ambush in the forest and your feelings had remained the same, in fact, they had gotten stronger. Your whole squad had made it back alive, which you were grateful for. Eren was rushed to the infirmary due to his extensive injuries. You didn't sleep most nights so you would sneak down to see Eren. You held his hand and changed out his bandages being very careful not to wake him.

"(y/n), you have to let him rest," quickly turning around you saw Armin standing in the doorway.

"It's my fault this happened," the tears started to swell up in your eyes. Armin grabs your hand leads you outside.

"B-but Eren," you stammer looking back at him.

"He's going to be fine while you're gone". You looked up at the night sky, gazing at the stars above you. It was late, you didn't realize until now. How long have you been sitting by Eren? An hour? Maybe five. A cool breeze hits your face as you sit down beside Armin on the bench just outside the infirmary.

"You're so concerned about Eren. If I didn't know any better I'd say you're acting like Mikasa," he laughs. You chuckle slightly. You had been so wrapped up in making sure that Eren was okay that you had forgotten what it feels like to relax. Memories of you and Eren flood your mind.

"Armin there's something I need to tell you. I can only trust you with this information," the blonde turns to look at you.

" I'm in love with Eren". Armin's face gets all red and he turns away.

"So why are you feeling me this? Shouldn't you be telling Eren?"

"Because it would never work out the way I want".

Eren was finally recovered enough to leave the infirmary, but he was strictly prohibited from any training, missions, and extraneous activities. You have been avoiding him for days, unable to come to terms with your feelings you thought it best to stay away.

"You're eventually going to have to tell him you can hide from your feelings forever," Armin said to you quietly.

"Shut up, Armin," you punched his shoulder just a little too rough. He winches in pain, and you touch his arm.

"Sorry." You start to blabber about how you're used to hitting Eren because he can take a hit. You didn't realize Armin was trying to tell you that Eren was right behind you. A slight punch suddenly hits the middle of your back causing you to fall forward into Armin's chest. You turn around quickly to see you hit you. Your eyes lock with Eren's, trying to speak, but nothing comes out of your mouth. His green eyes peer into yours. It feels like your entire being is melting into the palm of his hand.

"Shouldn't you be picking on someone your own size," Eren smirks at you.

"Uhhh," you fumble your words trying to form a comprehensible sentence but fail.

"I gotta go!" You said quickly as you darted off somewhere far away from Erin and Armin.

Finally catching your breath you stood in front of the shower house you are reminded of a prank you pulled on Eren just a few months ago.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been a long day of combat training and Eren was the first to use the shower, like always. Connie dared you to sneak into the men's showers and take Eren's clothes and hide them in a nearby bush.

"Easy! You should come up with a harder one next time," you smirked knowing this was going to be way simple. Quietly you snuck in being extremely careful not to slam any doors. You glanced around trying to find Eren's clothes, the steam from the showers making it hard to see. Stumbling into one of the benches close to the showers.

"Fuck that hurt."

"Hello? Who's there?" You heard Eren call out. Your heartbeat quickened as you heard the water turn off.

shit shit shit where are they?

Finally, you found the clothes tucked away under the bench. You guessed this isn't the first time this happened to him. You balled up his clothes and ran out. The steam made your hair stick to your forehead as you threw his clothes in a bush.

"Nice going (y/n)!" Connie gave you a high-five. Both of you waited for Eren to realize his clothes were missing, but to both of your surprises, Eren walked out of the showers butt-ass naked with only one of his hands covering his goods. Your jaw dropped at the sight of him the sunlight made his wet skin glisten. He shook out his hair causing water droplets to scatter around him. You followed the water as it dripped down his toned chest and pass his carefully carved abs. Your eyes followed the v line just below his abs.

"My eyes are up here! Now, where did you put my clothes, darling?" Eren steps closer to you feeling the heat radiate off him from his shower. Your mouth stayed agape and all you could do was point over to the bush. He made his way over not bothering to cover his ass.

"Well, that was fun," Eren chuckled as he pulled up his pants and let them sit on his hips unbuttoned.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Wetness started to pool in between your thighs, causing you to blush from the intrusive thoughts of Eren. You looked around to make sure no one would follow you. After stepping into the shower, you took your clothes off, and neatly folded them, and placed them on the bench. You pulled the curtain closed in hopes of having a sliver of privacy. The cold water rushed over your body and hair. Your nipples became hard as the cold water ran over them. Your mind began to imagine Eren behind you and what his hands would feel like as he rubbed your shoulders and softly caressing your breasts. Maybe he would snake one of his hands down your waist and tease your folds as the other would grip your neck pulling you back into his bare chest.

"Mmm. Eren," you moaned teasing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. Your finger moved faster in circles around your clit. A tightness started building up in your core and just about as you were going to come undone the door to showers swung open. FUCK! Disappointed in your attempt to relieve some stress you quickly got dressed.

"Hey (y/n)," Sasha greeted you, but you bolted past her "okay, bye!"

You didn't want to be rude to Sasha, but you had other things on your mind. All of them were Eren. Your body ached for his. You wondered want it would feel like on top of yours. Your mind kept racing all these thoughts about him and what he looked like under his clothes.

"(Y/N)! Instead of daydreaming why don't you help in the kitchen?" You were quickly drawn away from your thoughts as Levi approached you.

"Sorry Captain, I-" you tried to explain yourself before Levi shut you down.

"You're almost as bad as Eren." Eren? You clung to his name.

"What's wrong with Eren?" You ask.

"Well, since he's been released from the infirmary he's been zoning out. But enough chit-chat go help get dinner ready."

You made your way to the kitchen. Both Connie and Sasha were slacking off and having a baguette battle.

"Guys, let's do what needs to be done. I'm tired and want to go to sleep." You announce. It took about an hour to get prepped and cooked. By the time you were done cooking, you wanted to go to your room and finish what you couldn't in the showers.

After finally arriving at your room. You quickly shut your door. The rooms weren't big, but none the less you were grateful to have your own after spending a year in the barracks. The rooms were massive, but they were a decent size for one person. A desk with a wooden chair sat in the far corner and a closet just big enough to hold a few scout uniforms and a full-size bed. Still, a layer of dust covered everything although you didn't mind. It wasn't like you were going to be staying in your room all day.

You rubbed your eyes and sat at the edge of your bed, taking off your boots and jacket, neatly putting them away in the closet. You always hated taking off your harness there were so many buckles and straps, you got confused so easily. The only light to work with was an oil lamp fixed to the wall. You sighed heavily as you finished folding up your clothes and getting into your pajamas.

As you laid down in your bed thoughts of Eren came back to you. Softly you moaned as you pawed at your breast and teased your nipple. Woefully imagining it was Eren's instead of yours. You felt a wetness start to pool between your legs. Slipping your hands down your shorts your finger circled your clit. You were a virgin, but you still knew what happened you just never found anyone worthy enough. Expect for Eren.

You moaned as you came closer and closer to climax, but it was cut short again. "(Y/N)..." You had sworn you heard someone moan your name. Quickly you pulled your covers over your body as you listen to the room next to you and you heard it again. You were sure someone was moaning your name. In the room next to yours you heard the bed squeak as someone got up from it. Your heart beated faster as you heard footsteps approached your door. You closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep. The door to your room slowly creaked open. "(Y/N)... Are you awake?" It was Eren. You still didn't open your eyes as the door shut and Eren sat on the edge of your bed. He took your hand and held it and pressed it to his chest.

"I know you're asleep but I wanted to tell you, thank you for saving me, I know everyone told you to leave me but you didn't and I'm grateful. I don't know why you've been avoiding me, but I probably deserve it somehow." You heard his voice crack and you could tell he was about to cry.

"I just don't know how to tell you this but here does nothing, I love you (Y/N)." You opened your eyes and saw Eren crying.

"I love you too." You said sitting up in your bed. Your hands cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were soft and perfectly fit in between yours. It was sweet and soft but your core ached for him. He pulled you onto his lap and brushed your hair behind your ear.

"I can't tell you how many nights I wished for this, to be here with you." Eren buried his face into your chest.

"You don't have to wish anymore," you told him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again this time softly biting on his lower lips. He moaned into the kiss sending chills down your spine. He gripped your hips, his callused fingers dug into your sides almost as if he was scared you were fall through his hands if he didn't hold you tight enough.

Your hips ground into his causing a deep moan to escape from his lips. His erection grew quickly underneath you. Eren flipped you over on your back onto the mattress. He stood up and began removing his shirt. Your eyes followed the skin on his stomach as more of it was exposed. Moonlight peaked in through the window, shining on his torso. It was beautiful, hours and hours of training had paid off.

"My eyes are up here, darling" he chuckled as he climbed on top of you. You couldn't help but feel his chest and abs. His piercing green eyes looked into yours. His lips crashed into yours, it was sloppy and wet and hot. Your clothes limited his access to your perfect body. He slowly took off your shirt and kissed up your stomach and in between your breasts before he took one in each hand and massaged them. His thumb rubbing your nipples before he took it in his mouth and circled it with his tongue. Your fingers ran through his hair as you leaned your head back and moaned. He made his way up to your neck kissing and sucking on it. You knew for sure there was going to be a hickey tomorrow but you didn't care. You wanted everyone to know that you were Eren's and that he was yours too.

"Eren, I need you." You begged him to touch you. He leaned back on his calves and pulled your legs up to his chest, slowly removing your shorts.

"You're so wet for me already, have you been expecting me?" He chuckled and smirked as he pushed your legs apart. His hot breath hit your folds making you beg for him even more.

"Please please Eren!" Your cries for his touch were desperate. Him seeing how much you needed him turned him on. He was throbbing in his jeans. His finger slid up your folds and collected your wetness before he put it in his mouth and sucked on his finger.

"Open your mouth," he commanded and you did as he stuck his finger in your mouth. "Suck." His voice was deep and demanding making you want him even more. Your tongue danced around his finger you tasted yourself on his finger. His mouth attached itself to your clit and you threw your head back moaning. His tongue circling your clit making you bite down on your lip to keep from moaning too loud. Your hands found their way to his beautiful brawn locks, your fingers entangled themselves pulling slightly. Eren groaned and gripped your thighs tighter, maybe enough to leave bruises. The idea of having Eren's fingerprints lingering on your skin turned you on even more.

Eren's erection grew harder and slightly painful. He stood up from the bed and a whine came from your mouth in protest.

"Don't worry we aren't done yet. Do you know how much my hand hurts by now? I'm so glad you accepted my feelings so I can fuck you now."

"All you had to do was ask" you teased back at him "but you should know I'm a virgin." You weren't shy about it, it was just how you were.

"Well, I am too, if that makes you feel better." You sat up on your knees and began to undo Eren's pants. You could hear his moan that he held back. Your fingers slipped between his skin and underwear slowly teasing it down before releasing the waistband and having it snap back to his skin. A low hiss rolled out of his mouth as he smirked at you and his eye went darker with lust.

In a fit of lust Eren quickly removed his pants and pulled his cock out. Your eyes widen at the sight, you always thought Eren was big but never this big.

"Suck now." His tone cold and demanding. You took it in one hand and started to suck on the tip of his cock. You could taste the precum from the tip. His hand placed at the back of your head slowly pushing you further and further down. Your hands gripped his thighs as he drove his cock deeper into your face. You looked up at him, he looked so hot his eyes were rolled back and beautiful moans escaped his mouth.

"Ahhh fuck (Y/N) your so warm. I'm so close, will you be a good girl and swallow for me?" He looked down, locking his eyes with yours, you nod.

"Mmmm that's my girl." He continued to fuck your face, his hands cupping your checks. A warm salty liquid flowed into your mouth. You swallowed it and sucked the rest off his cock before opening your math to show him.

"Fuck... You're such a good slut for me." He crawled on top of you. "I'm gonna take such good care of you," he kissed your stomach right below your navel. He slowly slid two fingers inside of you making you arch your back and grip the sheets. He took his time moving his fingers in and out of you taking care to make sure you never felt any pain.

"More Eren, please..." you begged for him, bringing him closer for a kiss. He lined himself up at your entrance wetting his tip on your folds. He steadied himself by placing his hand next to your head. He looked into your eyes. "Ready, darling?" You nodded. He slowly pushed his tip in both of you letting out moans of each other's names. You momentarily adjusted to his size before he added another inch. You wrapped your legs around his hips allowing him to fully enter you.

"Oh fuck, you're so tight I could cum right now," Eren moaned into your chest. Your breath was heavy as you fully adjusted to his massive size. Eren pressed his forehead to yours as he thrust in and out of you at a good pace. You moaned and softly bit into his shoulder careful not to hurt him and activate his Titan.

His thrust because faster and faster. You moaned his name over and over again. Sweat started to drip from his forehead, you could tell he was holding back his orgasm. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix. Eren let out a chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You asked.

"I can it inside you. Look." You glanced at your stomach and saw the tip pressing the skin up. "Fuck I can't wait to fill you up with my seed." He pounded harder into you as your orgasm started to build.

"Eren I'm getting close," you mewled in his ear. His thrust becomes sloppy as his thumb played with clit and that sent you over the edge. Eren watched as your body twitched underneath him. It felt like your entire body was on ice and fire at the same time. Eren was not long after you as he slammed one last time into you and let out the most beautiful moan you ever heard.

"Ahhh fuckkkkk (Y/N). You were such a good girl for me." He pulled out and laid down next to you pulling you close to him.

"I love you. I always have. I don't care if this world is unfair and unforgiving. A world that doesn't have you isn't where I want to be." You pressed your face into his chest and slowly fell asleep.

[kuroosweakness]

hello! I really enjoy your stuff and have a request if you are able to do it. can you do kenma, tsukki, daichi, bokuto, and lev falling for their new manager please? thank you so so much in advance 🥺

kenma, tsukishima, daichi, bokuto, and lev falling for their new manager

kenma: 

- new manager? he couldn’t care less when yamamoto excitedly announced it to everyone

- but when you walked through the gym doors 👀 his eyes couldn’t seem to leave your face 

- his eyes will follow your figure around the gym even when he’s gaming...but he’ll cover his eyes up with his hair so no one else can see that he’s looking at you 

- kenma will try to make small talk with you while the other members are away so he can get to know you better without unwanted interruption 

- he’ll offer to help with the “manager stuff” without making it too obvious that he likes you...but kenma wanting to do extra work? sounds suspicious 

- you guys will have a secret eye contact code language...like everytime lev says something dumb, he’ll turn to look at you with a weak smile and you’ll return it back. or everytime coach makes them stay for extra practice, he’ll look at you a playfully roll his eyes, and you’ll roll your eyes back with a smile 

- the only person he’ll admit to that he has feelings for you is kuroo. and you yourself of course...

tsukishima: 

- tsukishima had little interest in you when you introduced yourself. notice how it’s “little interest” and not “no interest” 

- he knew he loved you when you teased him back after he teased you. like damn, he never knew being teased could feel so ...good?

- he’s lowkey ashamed that he’s crushing on you? like he’ll deny his feelings by saying things like “it’s not a big deal” or “there’s no point in liking y/n anyways” in his head 

- he adjusts his glasses to see you better sometimes... 

- his first hint to show that he likes you is when he gave you his original glasses to keep safe until the practice game was over...yamaguchi knew that tsukki never trusts anyone with his glasses so he was skeptical as of to why tsukki would give them to you 

- i don’t think he’ll ever really confess. you’ll just naturally go from friends to best friends to lovers...tsukishima has never used terminology like boyfriend or girlfriend yet but he knows you like him the way he likes you 

- protective. 

- endless teasing. 

daichi: 

- he thought you were good looking at the beginning but only started to fall for you after seeing the way you look after the members 

- when you offered to buy the team pork buns, that’s when he knew you have a special mark in his heart

- he’s more subtle about his crush. he feels like it’s his responsibility to look after you as captain of karasuno 

- the way he turns red every time you give the team motivational words :’) if hinata or tsukki or yams or anyone else points it out, he’ll pretend he doesn’t know what they’re talking about, “what do you mean my face is red? it’s not”

- he’ll stay after practice to help you clean up and even offer to talk you home! 

- daichi is really protective over you. he gets skeptical whenever someone he doesn’t know approaches you, he’s always making sure you’ve eaten enough, always offering you his jacket on windy days, etc etc 

- as for confessing...he’ll probably write you a letter and give it to you in-person. he’ll sheepishly tell you how he feels about you, “...there’s more in the letter...i wanted to make sure you know exactly how i feel but i didn’t want to stand here and say a whole speech so...” he’ll awkwardly laugh, face all red 

bokuto: 

- he doesn’t even try to hide it. i mean, he does but his attempts aren’t working...practically the whole school knows that this man is crushing on you 

- bokuto’s real vocal about it too...randomly going down the hallway while loudly saying, “akaashi, i love y/n too much ~”

- akaashi’s just like, ._. “yes bokuto, i know...it’s the third time you’ve told me today. maybe try telling y/n instead of me” 

- “y/n??? whaat i can’t just tell y/n...” he stops in his tracks and ponders for a moment 

- “well, why not? if you love y/n so much, why can’t you tell him/her/them?” 

- bokuto’s face lights up, “you know what, i AM gonna tell y/n how much i love him/her/them...let’s go search for y/n right now-” 

- akaashi sighs, “bokuto...maybe not right now” 

- he treats you with food and showers you in the most random compliments, “y/n, i like the color of your shirt” he’ll say with a giant grin and a big thumbs up 

- “uhhh... thanks” you reply with a smile back

- you’ll never be caught carrying stuff with bokuto around. he’ll offer to carry your backpack, books, jacket, anything 

- when the team goes on trips, he looks after you better than he looks after himself :’ and basically shows you off to other teams, making sure they know that fukurodani has the best manager in the whole world 

- he just falls more in love with you each day. you surprise him everytime he sees you, just when i thought y/n couldn’t look any cuter, y/n pulls up looking like this...wow :’D

lev:

- he fell in love at first sight. like the day you were introduced to the team he was drooling all over you

- but then, he felt conflicted, is liking our manager even allowed?

- yamamoto is so determined to protect you from the wandering eyes of other guys that he overlooks the fact that lev is getting way too close with you 

- he’ll go out of his way to talk to you and ask about your day, talk about the weather, how much he’s grown....

- everyday at practice, he’ll make sure you’re watching before hitting spikes...it makes him feel prideful when you watch him play 

- one day lev just decides to be bold and just spill the beans. lev’s been bold lmaoo 

- one time during a break, he just says, “i have something important to say...” 

- kuroo just looks at him like, what do you have to say

- “i think i love y/n. i’m gonna marry y/n one day.” 

- you were on the other side of the gym so you didn’t hear anything but you sure did hear yamamoto’s loud gasp. kuroo’s like ummm what-. kenma’s not even surprised. yaku’s like :0

- everyone’s just shushing lev like, “if ur gonna confess, at least properly do it” and lev’s like “what’s the proper way to do it?” 

- now nekoma’s conflicted between whether to keep his crush a secret or make him confess to you...

- the rest is up for you to imagine ;) 

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Floof

Thirteen x reader

Word count: 2804

Warning: uhhh cuteness overload as a warning?

Summary: The Doctor is drawn to how soft and fluffy your hair is. All she wants to do is touch it, and maybe make hers as fluffy as yours is

A/N: Who knew putting a fic on Tumblr was so confusing asdfghjkl Thank you Jenny and Elle for helping me with this ily both SO much

The Doctor couldn't figure it out. There was just something about you. Every time you walked into a room, you'd draw her attention from whatever it was that she was doing prior, which is something that rarely happens. And then one day, it just clicked.

You had come out of the shower one day; the scent of your favourite shampoo was an exact giveaway. You were happy to be able to wash off the sweat and dirt that had clung to you for the last few adventures. Your hair was freshly blow-dried, and it looked soft. Really soft. There had been times where you would be talking with her, and she'd have to fight every urge to just run her hand through it. She wanted to know what it felt like, how soft it'd be.

There have been small instances where she had gotten to touch your hair. Moments like when you would run past, and she would feel the feather-light touch. Or when you'd come up and hug her, and all she could smell, and feel was you. Warmth surrounding her, your hair that she deemed softer than anything in the Universe would be pressed against her cheek. It took every ounce of willpower for her never to let you go and bury her face into your hair. Just one look at you melted all her stress away.

You weren't oblivious to the Doctor's distractions either. Every time you two talked, you could see her focus elsewhere. Her hands would clench by her sides like she was trying to stop herself from reaching out. It wasn’t terribly hard to figure out what was distracting the Doctor so much, she was never all that subtle. You saw the way her eyes would follow you around the room. More like she was looking at something specifically on your head. Your assumption was right one day when you bounded excitedly over to the Doctor in the console room to ask about the newest adventure you were about to take, and she remained focused on your tresses.

One night, the Doctor returned to the console room with a cup of tea in hand to see you sitting by the open front doors with your legs swinging out and a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. The Galaxy looked beautiful with you sitting in front of it, with the pinks, purples, and blues lighting your face. It took the Doctor’s breath away. Walking closer the Doctor noticed that your appearance was a little disheveled. Clothing ruffled out of place and hair sticking up at odd angles, but it wasn’t as if you had a nightmare, or something disturbed you during your sleep. It seemed more like you just rolled out of bed and came here.

She called your name softly, now standing behind you. You tilted your head up towards the voice.

“Hello Doctor,” you greeted with a smile.

“What are you doing awake?” She asked. The Doctor had settled herself beside you, her tea forgotten behind her.

“I don’t know,” you replied, sliding over to make more room in the doorway. “I just woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep, so I came here,” You turned your gaze back to outside the Tardis. “It’s very beautiful.”

The Doctor nodded. “Yeah, it is. It’s probably one of my favourite Galaxies to just drift in, other than the Milky Way of course. The clashing colours are just breathtaking.”

You nodded in agreement. The Doctor started to ramble about the stars in a speech and speed that flew over your head faster than any breeze, but you didn’t mind. She would start talking animatedly, moving her hands as she would point to different areas in space.

You thought it was cute. You could’ve listened to her talk for hours, but your earlier exhaustion crept up on you and you felt your eyes closing, falling asleep to the sound of the Doctors voice.

The Doctor noticed your head dropping a bit before you’d snap back up, your eyes threatening to shut again. Your shoulders had been slouching down and she was worried you were going to end up rolling out of the Tardis.

“You know,” she started, her voice jerking you awake to give her your full attention. “If you’re tired you should go back to bed.”

You shook her head stubbornly, but the Doctor could see how tired you were getting. She debated just carrying you to your bed as you probably wouldn’t be able to put up a very big fight or she could wait until you fell asleep before carrying you. She opted for the latter; she was quite enjoying looking at the Galaxy with you right now. She felt her hearts stop a moment later when your weight suddenly slumped against her side, your head on her shoulder.

“Doctor,” you mumbled sleepily. “Can I lay on your lap?”

Her breath hitched in her throat, her two hearts beating so fast she feared that you would be able to hear them from your place against her side. How could she deny your gentle request though? So, she nodded with soft spoken “yes”. Your eyes brightened hearing her reply.

You slid away from the Doctor to make room so you could lay down comfortably. The Doctor, however, immediately missed your warmth and had to stop herself from making a sound of protest. The warmth returned when you placed your head on her thigh, your blanket rested on top of your body. You sighed contentedly.

“Comfy?” she asked, a teasing tone in her voice.

You only replied by cuddling further into the Doctor’s warmth, pulling the blanket up so it rested just under your chin.

Not wanting to take your hands out of your blanket burrito, you tried to blow your hair out of your face The Doctor looked down in amusement at your struggle. Her hand eventually found its way to your face, gently brushing the piece of hair from your eyes behind your ear. Her eyes widened at the feel of your hair.

“It’s so soft,” she spoke softly to herself out loud unaware you were still partially awake as she brushed her hand through your hair again.

You hummed and your body fully relaxed at the Doctor’s fingers raking through your locks. “Shampoo, conditioner, and blow dry equals fluffy and soft.”

The Doctor chuckled as she continued mindlessly playing with your hair. Her nails would lightly scratch against your scalp, causing you to sigh, and then switch to brushing your hair from the base of your skull to the end. She would hit the occasional knot, but you didn’t shift at her gentle pulling and smoothing it out. Occasionally, the Doctor would stop her actions thinking that you were fast asleep with how quiet and still you were, but you proved her wrong when your face would scrunch up with a disappointed groan.

“No,” you whined.

Your glare was not all that deadly or threatening in any way. In fact, it was more adorable than anything in the Doctor’s mind. Your eyes were dazed and unfocused, and you couldn’t hold your glare together very well. It was more of a grumpy squint than anything.

The Doctor merely laughed and caved in. “Okay, okay.”

You turned your head back to its place and sighed happily when you felt her hand return. The Doctor was absolutely convinced in her mind that if you were a cat, you would be purring.

The Doctor didn’t know how long you two stayed there in the doorway. Her one leg swung outside the box while her other made sure that you didn’t accidently roll out of the Tardis, that would certainly be a rude awakening.

The Time Lord was lost in her thoughts as she ran her fingers over your scalp the action calming for both you and her, barely paying attention to the soft sigh you let out. And any tension left in your body vanished, your entire weight settled against the Doctors leg. She thought of how glad she was to have you aboard the Tardis, how you always seem to know what she was feeling and how to make her feel better again. She didn’t know what would’ve happened if she didn’t have you as a companion.

She was brought back into her thoughts when she felt your breath against her leg, you’re breathing deep and steady telling her that you had officially fallen asleep. She gently and slowly raised your head to not wake you and picked you up with one arm holding your shoulders, cradling you to her chest with your head tucked into her neck, and her other arm was underneath your knees. After confirming that you had not stirred, she carried you down the halls to your room. The Tardis was kind enough to move your room closer, so the Doctor didn’t have to go wandering the halls finding your room.

“Can you open the door for me, girl?” the Doctor said quietly, trying in everyway possible to make sure you stayed sleeping.

The Doctor smiled when the door opened and walked inside. She placed you down on your bed and smiled at the small whine you let out when she released her hold on you. The Doctor knelt by your bed and brushed your hair out of you face. She pressed her lips against your forehead, whispering a soft goodnight before leaving your room to let you sleep in peace.

Once exiting your room, the Doctor immediately had a plan form in her mind. The Tardis disapprovingly hummed down at her Thief.

“It’ll be fine!” She brushed the machine off, already heading down the hallway to put her plan into action.

That morning, you were hanging in the console room chatting with Yaz, when you heard a voice calling your name behind you. You looked down the hall to see the Doctor jogging towards you, her hair different than what it usually looks like.

“Y/N!” she said excitedly, bounding up the stair to you.

“Doctor,” you greeted with a smile. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” she greeted back, grinning ear to ear. “Did you sleep well?”

You nodded. “I did actually. I don’t remember getting back to my room, though.”

Now that she was closer you could see her hair looked a lot more different than her usual style, almost as if she put way too much hair products in than necessary. Her hair was all… frizzy, like it was full of static. You were surprised there wasn’t anything magnetic on her.

“Doctor,” you started, unable to look away from the mess she had created on her own head. “What... what did you do?”

“Well, I was thinking on what you said last night about how you got your hair all nice and soft and I thought I’d give it a go myself!” She grinned at you.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at her explanation. She just looked so cute and proud of herself with her achievement.

“It looks like you used a bit too much, Doctor,” you told her. You reached your hand up and ran your hand through her blonde locks being able to feel exactly how staticky it felt through your fingers.

The Doctor blushed under your touch. “Well, I-it’s a little bit different than when I was a man.”

You hummed in thought. “Well, why don’t I show you how to properly take care of it, and try to fix it? You looked like you used the whole bottle of shampoo.”

The Doctor ducked her head in embarrassment. “It may have been a few bottles actually.”

You laughed, reaching down to grab the Doctor’s hand to lead her away from the console room. You both waved bye to Yaz. She laughed and waved back before going off to find the others.

“Thank you,” the Doctor muttered out. You had her sit on the bathtub edge while you stood behind her. You ran your hands through her hair to see the exact amount of damage she did.

You hummed in response. “Of course! Next time maybe don’t use so much product.” You teased her.

She rolled her eyes even though you couldn’t see it. You told her the basics of hair care for women, how much shampoo and conditioner to use “The whole bottle right?” She asked.

“No! Not the entire thing! At least a tiny handful is enough,” you reached for the face moisturizer sitting on the bathroom sink.

“Moisturizer?” The Doctor asked looking at the bottle in your hand.

You shrugged. “There are a few different ways to deal with static hair, but this is the only thing I had on hand and I’m sure you wouldn’t like me rubbing a laundry detergent sheet all over your head. Moisturizer just happens to also protect your hair to minimize any.”

“Have you done this before?” She asked. She trusted you, of course, but was still curious.

“Yeah, kind of,” you replied. “I would do this for my siblings. They also would overdo it with the hair products, and I found that this works.”

The Doctor nodded and you went to work. You dabbed the cream in your hands and rubbed them together before applying it to the Doctor’s hair. The Doctor leaned her head back into your touch and sighed, she could see how you fell asleep so easily with her doing it the night before, she felt herself drifting to sleep under your touch. You smiled at her reaction. You tilted her head up to get easier access to the hair in front of her face, her eyes were closed and her breathing had steadied out. You quickly finished off the Doctor’s hair, you didn’t want to disturb the Doctor’s rest yet she just looked so adorable all relaxed. Your thumbs lightly brushed over the Doctor’s cheeks; the stress lines that had been so clearly on her face faded away with every motion.

After you finished, you leaned down and pressed your own lips down on her forehead and then to her cheek. “You’re all done now, Doctor,” you whispered, not fully wanting to break the silence.

The Doctor’s eyes fluttered open with a hum. You helped her stand and took in your work. The moisturizer worked wonders for her, it was no longer full of static, nor did it look frizzy and untidy. It looked closer to how it was before the ‘incident’.

She brushed her own hand through her hair and beamed. “It feels a lot better! Thank you!”

You gave your own smile. “You are so welcome, Doctor.”

The Doctor moved forward and wrapped you in a hug and you gasped in surprise. You’ve never really been hugged by the Doctor, so it was quite a surprise to be suddenly held in her arms. All you could feel, and smell was her. Her coat radiated warmth and she smelled like the lavender shampoo she had used earlier, and a little bit of the tea she had this morning. You were surround by everything of the Doctor and you loved it.

You knew how hard it was for the Doctor to really express herself, so you were patient. You were there for whatever she needed. Be it a travel companion, a friend or an impromptu hair stylist for a disaster.

The Doctor pulled back from the embrace. You hated how cold you felt being out of her arms. You almost went to hug her again. Almost. Instead, you held out your arm to her.

“Shall we go plan our next adventure, Doctor?” you asked.

She laughed and looped her arm through yours. “Lets,” she said.

You listened to her list of different planet names and what was on them as the two of you left the bathroom. You could never understand her when she spoke at a million miles per hour, but it was nice to see her talk about something so excitedly. She listed off places that would light sky lanterns every night or a planet that was covered in snow that when the sun shined on them it would look like the planet was covered in sparkling diamonds. They all sounded amazing, but honestly you were just happy traveling with the Doctor. It didn’t matter where you went, or when, you were just happy being with her.

She led you back towards the console room. She gestured for you to place your hand on the lever with her. “So, where do you want to go?” She asked you.

You thought for a minute. Anywhere, you said to yourself. Anywhere if it’s with you. But you knew she wouldn’t accept that, so you looked up and said, “Surprise me.” And her answering grin lit up the room, and the two of you pulled the lever down, and off into space you went.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

You know when you have these jokes and shitposts that only you and one other person on the planet really understand?

Well I thought I would share this anyway! even though only @galaxy-minecart has the full context to this jfhgkfhg

So here's the first one. Some more Wither-Watcher Deity!Grian stuff (you can find a proper drawing of him here, since I gave up drawing him properly after my 5th redraw on this fucking meme shitpost) but he's been thrown into empires smp.

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So its basically from a deity grian crossover with empires (i made this before he canonically visited the server LOL) coupled with the imo absolutely hysterical concept of Joel just refusing to believe in deities and demons and the like. I mean when Xornoth showed up, mans deadass went ''i do not see. i am looking away. Xornoth? never heard of them.'', so its probably the same with gods.

Anyway so deity!grian shows up on the server and bumps into joel and makes him his 'listener' (which does NOT mean the same thing as it does in canon watcher lore in the absolute slightest. listeners in my lore are basically followers of the watchers, and as far as i know canon listeners are against the watchers so kgkfhghg v different) but joel the small king refuses to believe (or at least admit to believe) that grian is a god so he acts like they're just ''allies''. nevermind the dread of feeling the very gaze of the universe itself befalling Joel whenever he does something Grian dislikes, no supernatural powers to be seen here, no gods in this town,,,

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#4

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Hello!! I’m alive and well. 

I haven’t had much to post as most of my art has been unfinished and/or private worldbuilding stuff or figuring out people’s designs. However I have fallen into a deep critical role hyperfixation on campaign 3, Ashton’s design and Campaign 1 Percival (etc etc) de Rolo and his whitestone arc, so I’ve been doing a few doodles of some designs here and there - specifically for c3 since I’m still new to c1. This is the first proper colored one however, so yay! It’s Ashton in pretty much the same outfit Taliesin wore during Ashton’s introduction bc I haven’t been able to get that visual out of my head :] I love their laugh, whenever I hear it is when I can best visualize them in my head, it’s so distinctly their sound. Might be my now pfp, maybe! love them a lot. Also hi critters! I’m new in this corner of the internet! any fellow newbies out there? :> 

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249 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

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hi im rusty and not supposed to draw bc it has been a month and my hand has continuously hurt the whole time (which is also why there hasnt been any posts in a bit) but I had to do at least ONE doodle during the restream. I hope to make a "there's strength, but there's pain; There's pain, but there's strength." painting once im able but that might be a while

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hi fcg’s eyes are a struggle and im still working on his design but uhhh decided to draw my beloved he/they player character duo. also yes im aware ashton’s outfit looks different in their character art but i felt like playing around with it some more :v he’s so much fun to draw.

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My #1 post of 2022

Team Rancher has my whole entire heart

Hi, hello, I'm alive and I'm Totally Normal about these two.

Wanted to post this before I get so swept up in Empires Season 2 that I forget to put this here- I saw the scene where Tango was raging and Jimmy did his best to calm him down and stop him from doing something stupid and he said that quote and this. came to me in a vision, i immediately grabbed my tablet lol. Team Rancher brainrot is real, i love that these two got put together as soulmates. cant wait for next season when theyll probably burn down desert duo's incredibly flammable base [Reblogs and Comments help the artist and are very much appreciated!]

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Hello. You must be tired of me, no I really like the way you write. Can I ask imagine for Supernatural? Y/n is the sister of the archangels and Chuck's favorite daughter. After being captured and tortured by Asmodeus, y/n is broken, and Chuck tries to support his daughter. Please. I really like the kind Chuck who takes care of his children)

The Broken Archangel

No its fine! I don't mine 😁😊

Summary: Y/n is kidnapped and tortured by Asmodeus for several years. She’s rescued by Arthur Ketch, and is taken to the Winchesters, where God makes the discovery of his youngest Archangel. 

Warnings: Some language, mentions of torture and rape. I apologize in advance. This might be a little bit dark.

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Y/n was captured by the Prince of Hell, Asmodeus while she was protecting her older brother Gabriel.

She was taken to Hell where she was tortured and completely drained of her grace. Torturing her in ways, for her to give him the locations of her elder brothers Gabriel and as well as Lucifer either one of them.

She spent 8 years in Hell, being drained of her grace, making her a broken Archangel with little no no powers. 

He was feeding off her grace, keeping her locked up in the deepest parts of Hell. Sewing her mouth shut. 

Locking her in a cage inside a dark room, keeping her in solitary confinement. 

She was basically his “little pet”. He drained her dry of her grace to make himself powerful and be ruler of Hell. Other than him torturing you, taking away your grace, he did other unspeakable acts to you, that you wished to never speak of, or even think of. With him weakening you, he knew you wouldn’t be able to fight back or defeat yourself. 

Making you feel dirty, disgusted and making you want to kill every demon in Hell. Wanting to kill that white suit, KFC dickhole. 

“So Y/n?” he asks, holding a sharp blade in hand wiping it with a hand towel “Where are those two brothers of yours?”. 

You say nothing, sitting on the floor staring down at it, with a metal collar around your neck, attached to a chain on the wall. 

You knew he was asking about Lucifer and Gabriel because Michael and Raphael are dead. He knew your grace wasn’t as strong as theirs.

“I asked you a question doll” he says, kneeling in front of you. You don’t dare to look at his face because you’d want to bitch slap him, and you would. 

He straightens his posture, and grabs you by your hair, pulling it to make you look up at him. 

You cry out, you try to hit him back but the chains around your wrists prevent that. 

“I asked you a question, and you will obey it!” he growls, “I know your grace isn’t as strong as your brothers. I’m nearly done with you, a good 60% done with you. So where is Lucifer, and/or Gabriel?!?”. 

You didn’t know the locations of Lucifer and your “twin”. Even if you did you weren’t gonna give them up. Finally being able to speak. 

“Fuck off” you wince out. Knowing that response wasn’t gonna go well with this demon. 

He clicks his tongue, kneeling in front of you again. “You know I’ll break ya, and when I do I’ll just dump out like the angel trash you are”. 

Fast forward to several years later, and still under the torture of Asmodeus.

You are rescued by the British Men of Letters. Arthur Ketch because him and the Winchesters needed the grace of an Archangel to keep a rift open to go into the Alpocalypse world.

Since Lucifer and Gabriel were nowhere to be found, AU Michael is a douchebag, but Team Free Will weren’t the only ones looking for an Archangel.

Chuck spent the last several years searching for his youngest Archangel, his favorite daughter. Going from one world to another searching for her. Every universe he had created to find her since she left Heaven. 

When Ketch brought her to the bunker, to the Winchesters, Chuck was able to track her down. On Earth in Kansas. 

Him, and along with his two sons went to her location. 

“Wait, wait” Ketch says to the two brothers aiming their pistols at him, he lifts his arms up to show that he means no harm ”I come bearing a gift”. He pulls you from behind the wall by your arm, showing you to Sam and Dean. 

They put their guns down, looking at you and Arthur confused. 

“Uhhh who is that??” Dean asks, pointing to you. 

“This is Y/n” he tells them, sitting you down on a chair in the library, “Archangel Y/n”. 

They look at each other, still confused. “Archangel??” Sam asks him. 

He clears his throat, putting his bag on the table “Yes Archangel”. 

“I thought there were 4 Archangels??” Dean asks, glaring at him. 

Shaking his head, “Nope, there are 5. Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, Gabriel and her” he tells them, pointing to you.  

You sit there, staring off into space. Your lips sewn shut, your all bloody and beaten after years of torture. Zero grace left in you. 

Stammering, and not knowing what to say “I don’t-. Where did you-” Sam not knowing what words to use. 

“Where did you get her??” Dean asks Ketch for Sam. 

He sighs, “From Hell, she’s a feisty, stubborn one. She’s low on grace but enough to open the rift”. 

You’re still in a trance, zoning out when it’s broken by another celestial energy in the room. 

“Y/n!” a familiar voice shouts, Sam and Dean turn around, and see Chuck, a worried and scared look on his face. Seeing you for the first time in several years, possibly centuries. 

You look up, and see your father. Eyes widened, even though you look, and are broken. Can only express one facial reaction, he can tell you wanted to cry.  

You look up and down at him, as he cautiously approaches you. Thinking that this is all some game Asmodeus is playing with you, when he reaches to move your hair away from you face, you wince away from his hand. 

Scared for anyone to even touch you. When Ketch rescued you, you were terrified, you had no idea who this British man was. So you didn’t trust him, even if you couldn’t tell him. He knew you didn’t trust him. 

“I’ve been searching for you” Chuck mutters to you, “For centuries, I’ve been looking for you. I thought I would never find you”. Almost in tears, his voice starts to break, looking at what has become of you. How weak and broken you’ve become. 

Dean clears his throat, getting his attention, “I don’t mean to interrupt. But why didn’t we, or the whole world know about a 5th Archangel??”. 

He turns around to face the two brothers, “Because I never wrote about her in the Bible or in any of my stories. I wrote about the other 4, my 4 boys but her” he motions back to you, still sitting on the chair, “I never wrote about her because she was always my favorite. My favorite daughter, she’s the last of the Archangels and the only girl out of them. I needed to protect her”. 

“Well looks like you did a great job” Dean sarcastically mutters. 

Later that evening, they put you in Sam’s room. You sat on the bed while Sam removed the stitching from your lips. The pinching feeling of the threads being removed hurt more now than when they were put on. 

Castiel enters the room, just as Sam finishes up with removing the stitching on your lips. 

He looks at you in shock, you look up and see your little brother. 

“Sam” he says in a soft voice, “She shouldn’t be here”. He looks at him confused. 

“Why?! What’s wrong?!” he asks. 

He looks over at you and says, “Because she is wanted, not only by Hell, but Heaven as well”.  

He looks at Cas, eyebrows raised, “Why is she wanted by Heaven??”. 

Castiel sighs, “I’m not sure, but if she’s wanted it's not good”. 

“Can’t you heal her?” he asks, “Is there anyway you can do that??”. 

He sighs, approaches you and puts his hand on your forehead. The second he does he hears your voice, in your own mind say. 

“I must reiterate”. 

“It’s not possible for an Angel to heal an Archangel” he tells Sam. 

They both leave the room to give you some privacy, and alone time. Feeling free that you’re no longer chained to the wall or to the floor, and not being tortured every minute of every day. 

The door opens, and Chuck steps in. Making you look away from the open door. Pressing your knees up to your chest, pressing yourself against the headboard. 

“Y/n?” he mutters, slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed, “Y/n, please I want to help you”. 

Being too scared to even look at your father, he sighs in disappointment. 

“Y/n, I want to help you. What happened to you?, please tell me”. While Chuck is talking to you. The bunker gets two more surprise visitors. 

Word got around Heaven that you were there at the Winchester’s bunker, and word got around to Lucifer and Gabriel as well. 

The two Archangels made their way to the bunker even though they weren’t together, arriving at the exact same time. Separately. Startling Sam and Dean, making them have their guard up. 

“What the hell do you want??” Dean asks, pistol ready in hand. 

Lucifer rolls his eyes, “Calm down Deano, I heard a little rumor about a long lost sister” he tells them. 

Gabriel appears right after he says that, “Where’s Y/n?!” he asks, frantically looking for his “twin”. 

“Why are you here?!?” Sam asks him. 

He rolls his eyes in annoyance, “It’s quite obvious! Isn’t it?!”. He goes down the hall towards Sam’s room, where you’re at, Lucifer follows behind him. 

The two brothers follow behind them, and the two Archangels burst into the room. Startling you, making you fall out of bed onto the floor. Trembling out of fear.

Chuck tries to reassure you, “Y/n, Y/n, it’s okay. It’s your brothers”. You look up and see your older brothers. 

“Y/n?!” Gabriel mutters, slowly approaching you. Chuck helps you up, back onto the bed. You look at him wide eyed, seeing your “twin” again. 

“Why are you two here?” Chuck asks the other 2 Archangels in the room. 

“We heard about Y/n” Lucifer finally speaks up. 

Their normal conversation starts to turn into a heated argument between a father and two sons. 

You on the other hand, you feel yourself grow angrier and angrier. Not at your father and brothers, but at the fact that they’re fighting about something that doesn’t even matter anymore. For the first time in several years you finally speak up. Loudly, very loudly that the whole building shakes. 

“Stop!!!!” you scream loudly, causing the entire bunker to shake, making the lights flicker on and off. Making a few light bulbs burst into sparks. 

Sam and Dean cover their ears, shielding their hearing from the ear piercing screech you’re producing, while the other 3 look over at you. You look up at your father and brothers. Slowly standing up from the bed. 

“Asmodeus” you mutter before speaking slightly louder, “I was sold off to Asmodeus by those Pagan fuckers. I was tortured, I was abused, I had my grace stolen from me. He weakened me, he did things to me that should never happen to anyone!”. 

Trying to hold back tears, “He used me for his own little affairs, he abused me. He violated me!” you scream, causing the walls to shake again. Making your lips sting from the stitch wounds around them.

You cry out these words, and they hurt even more explaining to them to your own family. The looks on all these men's faces soften, looks of empathy, looks of despair. Gabriel automatically knowing who did this to his little sister, to his twin. 

“You don’t forgive those who did nothing but put you through constant pain, and torture. What he did to me you don't forget, nor do you ever forgive!. He made me feel vulnerable, live in constant fear. I was betrayed, I was backstabbed. I was protecting you two!”. 

Your older brothers look at you with sadden eyes. “I was protecting you two from that Colonel Sanders demon prick!” you cry out, shouting through the pain. 

Chuck trying to hold back tears. He knew deep down you're broken, and so did your brothers. Feeling horrible that their little sister, their youngest daughter went through a lot of pain and abuse just to protect her family. Knowing that she may not fully recover from the pain she endured for the last 8 years. 

[iwillmanagetheflashlight]

Hello lovelies!! Sorry I'm two days late with Chapter 3 . I didn't really get much of a response with Chapter 2 ... I will post 3 any ways. Enjoy!!!

Chapter 3 : The Not-So-Wonderful Weekend

Pairing: Eventual Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: Jared is still an asshole, suicide attempt (please please please don't read if this will trigger you!!!)

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Y/N went to go towards the tent with Jensen when Jared got in front of them. "What?" She asked him.

"Why have you turned Jess against me?"

"I didn't do anything. Now get out of my way, Padalecki. You got your wish now let me fucking go."

"Not until you convince Jess... Break her away from that boy toy."

"You broke my fucking camera and my dreams. I'm gonna fail my final and it's gonna make it so I can't get into college. You can go suck a dick!"

"Its not a real career! It's barely a hobby."

"It's a really good career when you're going oversees to do wildlife! I'm not staying here..."

"Yeah right."

"At least I won't be a burden on you..."

"They won't support this."

"Who?"

"Who? Our parents, our friends, me! Take your pick."

"I already know I don't have a support system. I got into A&M on a photography scholarship. None of you cared when I tried to tell you, everyone shrugged me off. I promise I know."

He scoffed. "Talk to Jess please."

"No." She stalked off.

He huffed.

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"You had every opportunity to kiss her." Peter smirked.

He shrugged, "I don't wanna push her ..."

"Right." Peter shook his head.

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The morning had finally wrapped up. Jessica had changed into a more comfortable dress. She was walking around looking at the shops when she felt someone grab her hand.

It was Y/N, her camera around her neck, "Where is Nik? I thought we could get some pics done while y'all are on break."

"Uhhh. Im not sure. Let's go find him."

"Cool." She grinned. They found him at the food tent getting a water.

"Hey! How's your wrist?" Nik asked.

"Still numb ... " she grinned, "I was hoping you'd be ok with me getting some pics of you and Jess together in your costumes."

"I think we can make that happen." Nik smiled.

"Awesome. I found some of the perfect spots to do it!" She turned around and hit right into Jared's chest.

He glanced at her but stared at Jess.

Y/N grabbed them and went around Jared , "Jay gave me the PERFECT idea with a couple of the horses!" They all went on their way, thankful Jared didn't follow.

Jessica simled and settled into Nik's side.

Y/N took a good 100 photos of them, easily.

On the last photo, they were standing close together. Their hands brushed together. He gently had a finger under her chin, turning her to look at him. Their faces close together.

Jessica saw the decisions going through his head.

No one saw Jared approach.

Nik leaned down, his lips touching hers.

Y/N didn't hesitate to take the pics of them sharing their first kiss.

Jessica melted into him. Until she heard the screaming.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?!?" Jared roared.

"Jared. This is my choice. My life." Jessica's eyes found the ground interesting. She wrapped her arms around herself. Jared made quick work of putting himself between the two of them.

Y/N stood up and went over to them. "Jared. You're in the shot and making Jess uncomfortable. Please move."

"No. Not when this concerns my girlfriend."

Jessica went pale. Neither of them had ever discussed that.

"Either you're lying or Jess didn't tell me and she NEVER keeps shit from me."

"Why would I lie about that?"

"Jared...You're my brother and I love you dearly, but ... you're a habitual liar..."

"Am not?!"

Jessica felt Nik's arms slip around her waist, his lips against his cheek.

She sighed, "Jared ... you're a liar, a cheat and a damn fool ... I'm sorry but it's true ."

"Let's hurry off..." he whispered in her ear.

"No. You've just kept the one thing I've wanted away from me. Turned her against me!"

Jessica let Nik lead her away.

"Jared, SHE WAS NEVER INTO YOU! WHENEVER YOU'RE HOME SHE DREADS COMING IN THE HOUSE! MY ONLY FUCKING FRIEND AND SHE DOESNT WANT TO BE AROUND ME WHEN YOU'RE AROUND, WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN TO YOU!?" Y/N screamed. But she didn't expect what happened next, she felt a hand connect to her right cheek. She stumbled back, astonished that her brother had just slapped her across the face, but it didn't stop him.

As soon as Y/N started to get up, he shoved her back down. "YOU SMOTHER HER. YOU KNEW HOW I FELT. YOU'VE KNOWN SINCE DAY ONE. I DIDN'T ASK MUCH. AND NOW YOU'VE LET HER JUST GO OFF A GUY TWICE? THREE TIMES HER AGE!!"

"AND YOU'RE TWICE HER AGE , ASSHAT!" She got up, pushing him in the chest, even though he didn't really budge.

"I told you to talk to her. She just needs to see sense."

"We know what we see ..  and neither of us like it."

He scoffed.

"Leave her alone. You understand me?"

"And if I don't?"

"You'll reap what you sow." She went to leave, but he grabbed her by her pony tail.

"Put the camera away before you lose everything." He let her go and stormed off.

She was silently crying, realizing no one was around.

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They went over to a barn.

Jessica was shaking.

"It's ok..." He tried to soothe her.

Jessica started to pace.

Nik sighed, grabbing her hand to stop her.

Jessica looked at him.

"Come here..."

Jessica did.

He pulled her close, giving her a deep and passionate kiss.

Jessica melted into him.

He didn't let up for a breath.

Jessica smiled as he picked her up into his arms.

"Mmm..." he hummed.

Jessica giggled. "We're outside you know."

"Mmm...I can change that."

Jessica nuzzled against his neck. "Don't we have afternoon responsibilities?"

"In like ... two hours..."

Jessica giggled as he carried her off.

They went off to his trailer.

Jessica was glad to be away from everything.

He closed and locked the door behind them.

Jessica giggled as Nik pulled her back to him.

"Now ... where was I?"

"Where were you?"

He chuckled.

Jessica smiled. Nik reached out to grab her. She giggled and stepped just out of his reach.

"Uh ..." he looked like a 5 year old who just had his ice cream stolen.

Jessica grinned. He tried again. Again she stepped back.

He kept doing it til she tripped, he easily caught her.

"Hi..." Jessica breathed.

"Howdy."

Jessica was scooped up.

He took her over to the recliner.

They settled down.

He held her close.

His lips quickly found hers.

He was gently rubbing her all over.

She felt him loosen her corset.

"Does it take long for you to get this back on?'

"Not if you can tie it." He was used to the ones on the Game of Thrones set.

"I'm OK with that..."

Jessica giggled, especially seeing him get frustrated on layer 4.

"How many layers did they put you in!?"

Jessica giggled. "Giving up already."

"Maybe once you're in regular clothes...God damn girl. "

Jessica smiled. "You had to deal with these on set." Knowing he delt with quick change dresses.

"They had two layers...not six.'

Jessica giggled and stood, and with three movements was down to just a white chemise. "That's better." Jessica breathed normally.

"Wow...more beautiful than I could've imagined. "

Jessica blushed, a strand of hair falling in front of her face.

He gently swiped it behind her ear.

Jessica leaned into his touch.

He smiled softly.

He lifted her into his arms.

He went back to his bedroom.

Jessica giggled as he tossed her on the bed.

He climbed on top of her.

Jessica took his face in her hands.

He grinned.

"So -" She didn't even get to finish the sentence.

His lips attacked hers.

Jessica melted into him.

He was grinding against her.

"Mmmm."

He grinned.

Jessica pulled him closer.

He accidently slipped in as he moved.

They both looked at each other.

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Jay was looking for Y/N.

She had gone and curled up in a corner of the food tent.

He went and settled next to her.

She ignored him.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" She whispered. No one had seen what happened between her and Jared.

"You're upset. I'm assuming Jared was an ass."

She shrugged, "he told me to put the camera away before I lose everything ... what's that even mean?"

"I don't know."

She sighed, "I gotta finish my final, Jay ..."

"I know. You will. Did you get good ones of Jess?"

She gave a small smile, "yeah, wanna see them?"

"Of course." He had a big smile.

She turned her camera on, going through the pictures.

"That one." He pointed to the one right before the kiss.

"Wanna see one better?" She asked, showing him where they kissed.

"Wow..." He breathed.

"Yeah. I know."

"If Jared saw this picture...."

"He saw the real thing..."

"So that's why he's pissed...."

She nodded.

"Great."

"Sorry..."

"Don't be. She deserves to be happy."

"Yeah...well, I, um, I should get going...I need some more pics for my final."

He sighed as he watched her go.

She was gone for the rest of the night.

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Jensen wasn't happy with Jared and Jared could tell.

"What's wrong with you?" Jared said, approaching him. "And where is Y/N?"

"Studying. You can't just let Jess be happy can you."

"Studying what?"

"Whatever she wants."

He scoffed. "Whatever."

"Jessica can be happy."

"With me..."

"She likes Nik. A lot."

"He is no good for her."

"How do you know that?"

"He is three times her age and still married. He is going to counseling with his wife."

"And you're twice her age." Jensen countered.

"Better than what she is currently hanging with ..."

"Jar."

"I'm serious. "

"As am I."

He was steaming out his ears.

"Jar. I know you've always expected Jessica to be with you. You got to actually make her like you."

"Isn't that what I've done the last five years!?"

"Not when all your conversations involve Y/N and what she's doing wrong. Have you even asked Jessica how she's been? You know her so well, what's her favorite color?"

"Purple. Duh."

"Teal." Jensen corrected.

He shrugged, "she must have changed it up on me."

"Favorite movie?"

"Fault in our stars. "

"Only when she's needs to cry."

He shrugged, "potatoe, potato."

"Dude."

"What?" Jared said, just then both their phones dinged, it was a video chat request from Y/N.

Just then Jessie's phone dinged, video chat request from Y/N.

Jensen accepted it.

Jessica sighed. She pulled away and sat up making sure she was descently covered and accepted.

Jared simply leaned over, sharing the screen with Jensen.

Y/N's screen was black, she had been obviously crying. She smiled, seeing all their faces, "hey guys..." the black picture said. "Um, I know you're all probably busy ... but I just wanted to call and say I love you guys ... I'm not on set ... " she sniffled. "You can't find me by GPS, I disabled it, so don't even try. I'm just ... I know I'm not worth the hassle and disappointment I keep causing." There was the sound of movement, as if she was climbing over something.

"Y/N what are you talking about??"

"Jared told me ... if I didn't lose the camera that I would lose everything ... well, he is getting his wish ... so is my entire family." Y/N stifled a cry.

Jensen sighed, "Y/N. . .baby girl, you listen to me, okay? You're important to us. You take AMAZING pictures ... you can't let your family win ... don't let them take your light ..."

"My entire life, Jay, has been overshadowed by all four of my siblings ... I wasn't supposed to happen . There's a ten year difference between me and the next oldest ... I wasn't supposed to happen ... "

"Y/N..." Jared sighed. "Look. I wasn't really going to do anything. Come back to set. Please."

"Why? So you can harass me even more? And with me gone Jess doesn't have to be around you any more so she is free of my diseased family as well..." the wind was starting to pick up, making her phone unstable in her hand.

"Y/N you know how they are." Jared sighed.

"They? Not including you?" She scoffed, "You'll never change, will you?"

"What do you want to do? You've already decided to leave." Jared didn't sound angry, just sad.

"To leave set ... "

"Where are you going."

She turned her camera on, she was on a bridge, showing them the water and rocks below her.

Jensen sighed. "I'm coming to get you."

Just then the phone was dropped, it hit the water and the call was disconnected. Beth took a deep breath and leapt off after it.

Jensen was up running back to get a hold of the police.

Jared was pacing and calling himself stupid.

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Jessica had been quiet, shaking with rage.

"What's wrong?" Nik asked. He had stepped out to give her privacy.

"I'm killing him." Jessica was up pulled layers on quickly.

"Who, Jess?"

Jessica didn't answer, she started to lace the corset up herself.

Nik simply ran over and helped her.

Jessica kept muttering he's" dead" over and over until Nik couldn't take it.

"WHO!?!?!?" He spun her around so she was facing him, "I'll help you, but I need the details!"

Jessica dropped to her knees, burying her face in her hands and sobbed.

"Jess...what the hell was that call about, baby?"

Jessica felt him scoop her up. She was sat on the bed. She told him about the call.

He sighed, "I'm so sorry sweetheart. Shall we go kill Jared then go see her at the hospital?"

Jessica nodded, falling into Nik's side.

He picked her up and carried her out.

Jessica curled into him.

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Y/N laid unconscious on the rocks, she had hit her head hard and had several broken bones and ribs.

It had taken awhile but they had managed to find her and get her lifelined.

She had gotten all the bones placed and casted and had wires and tubes here there and everywhere. Jensen was updated after three hours that she was stable and in a medically induced coma as there was bleeding on the brain they couldn't currently operate on.

Jensen was pacing and panicking.

Jared watched him, "well? What did the doctor say?"

"JUST LEAVE!"

Jared flinched, "but ... Jay ... she's my sister!" He tried to reason.

"No. Before I do something worse. Just go."

Jared sighed, but walked out the door.

Jensen went into her room.

Had it not been for the heart monitor showing she was alive, you'd think it was her funeral.

Jensen cradled his head in his hands.

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Nik and Jess easily found Jared out in the parking lot.

Jared and Jessica locked eyes. Jessica thought about causing a scene but simply went to walk in. Until Jared came and caught her hand.

"I'm truly sorry ... I never thought she would try something like this ..."

"I don't want to hear it."

"Jess ... Jay won't let me see her ..."

"Good."

He sighed, "I'm sorry ... "

"You should be." She went to let his hand go. He clung tighter.

Nik reached over, easily separating their hands and replacing Jared's with his, leading Jess into the hospital and leaving Jared alone, where for once, he realized, he truly messed up.

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[toriwakes]

Pretty Boy 187 [s.r x reader]

summary: reader finds out that her new found tumblr crush is none other than her coworker.

content warnings: she/her!reader, mentions of alcohol

a/n: hi!! i’m so happy to be posting again. i’m really proud of this, so i hope you all like it! as always, let me know if you have any requests!

convincing spencer to get tumblr was tough. not only did he hate technology, he didn’t like social media either.

“it’s gonna be fun! c’mon, please?” you’ve been bugging him about it for about a week. “spencer, please just download it. if i have to hear (y/n) whine again i’m gonna loose it.” said derek, plopping is papers on his desk. “you like it when i whine.” you teased, causing derek to flash you a toothy grin. “alright! jeez.” you clapped of joy and jumped to help spencer, but he stopped you. “no way, i’m not letting you follow me.” he kept his phone facing away from you, your arms dropping to your sides in defeat. “fine. i’ll find your account somehow.” “we’ll see about that.”

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over the next few weeks you acquired a few new followers, only one catching your eye. ‘prettyboy187’ followed you on a quiet friday afternoon. the username caught your attention at first, but when you checked is profile? that’s when you were hooked. half of his pictures were just aesthetically pleasing: outside of his window, his extreme sugary coffee, some books. but others...

it was an excerpt of a poem and his hand was holding back the pages. you doubt he meant to capture it so beautifully. just his hand was godly. you wasted no time dming him.

hey :)

how desperate did you look right now? he followed you barley an hour ago. you cant stop staring at that picture.

hello

he didn’t sound happy. well, he didn’t “sound” anything, you guys were texting. but you could feel his tone through the screen. where you overthinking this too much? you shuffled into your bed, wrapping yourself in the covers as you pondered what to say next.

i just wanted to tell you i really like your account. are you a photographer or something?

no, i’m not. my friend convinced me to get this app and i noticed people post aesthetically pleasing photos on here, so i’m just doing the same haha.

ok, well you don’t post nice pictures. at least, not that type. maybe you’d post a picture of the snow or your bed, but every now and then you’d bless the feed with a picture of you in a swimsuit. it was more for opinions on the suit than anything else.

ohh. maybe i should start doing that.

how do you mean?

oh.

that sounded like a very judge-y ‘oh’. your eyes scanned your own profile to see what he could’ve hated. there was you in your favorite red swimsuit, a picture of your computer with netflix on the screen. the rest of the posts were of the same type, so you couldn’t pinpoint what the problem was.

what is it?

no, nothing. your recent picture. that’s a nice swim suit.

oh. that’s what he meant. you practically threw your phone across the room and squealed. thank the universe that he didn’t dislike you already. you shot him another text. just like that, you had your first ever tumblr crush.

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“what’s up with you pretty girl?” derek asked when you walked into work. you supposed you still had the blush on your face when pretty boy wished you a good morning and day at work. “nothing!” you said, obviously it being something. as if on cue, spencer walked in behind you also giddy. “what, you’re both sweet on someone now?” when neither of you responded, derek laughed. “what?” emily inquired, taking her seat. “spencer and (y/n) both have a crush.” emily’s jaw dropped. “spencer has a crush?” everyone broke into laughter, jj overhearing and almost dropping her files. “why is that so surprising?” spencer defended himself, derek giving him a ‘you know the answer to that’ look. “well?what’re their names?” he pushed. you bit your tongue. you didn’t even know his name. yikes. “let’s start.” aaron called. saved by hotch. thank goodness. “this ain’t over.” derek warned the two of you. yes it was. by the end of the day morgan would’ve forgotten all about this.

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you were right like always. morgan didn’t ask anymore about it, instead offering to get drinks. you turned it down, desperate to get home and text your boy. and you did, only at 11pm.

hey, sorry it’s so late. had a long day at work.

no worries, so did i. listen, i have a question.

this boy only sent messages that would make your heart drop. with a pacing heart, you texted back.

yes?

his ‘online’ button flashes on. then he was typing. then he was deleting. it seemed like hours before he responded.

what’s your name?

godamnit. you didnt have a display name because you didn’t want anyone you knew finding your account. what’s a fake name you can use? maybe...

lila.

why did you pick spencer’s ex’s name? you don’t know. you remember being insanely jealous of her because she got to kiss spencer in the pool while you were posted outside. your crush on spencer was still very much alive, but not as much as it was with pretty boy.

that’s a pretty name.

thanks. now you have to tell me yours ;)

you’ve never been so nervous for a text conversation in your life. for some reason, the back of your head wondered what it would be like if you were texting spencer. it was just a thought, though. spencer would never say half of this stuff.

call me morgan.

oh NO. please no... you stalked his profile again, terrified that you’ve been flirting with your coworker this past month. alas, your eye caught another body picture- this time of his arm. no tattoos like derek. not to mention he was much smaller. not that that’s a bad thing. you don’t think you’d ever be able to handle derek...

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you arrived at work yet again with a blushing face. “come on, you can’t keep hiding this from me! tell me something at least!” derek whined. “okay! his name is morgan. and i know what you’re thinking, and no, it’s not you, my boy is much more attractive.” derek’s mouth formed into an ‘O’ shape in fake offense. “that’s damn near impossible. ain’t nobody prettier than derek morgan.” spencer walked in now, again with a dorky smile on his face. “spencer. (y/n)’s got a crush on-“ you jumped to cover his mouth, the sound of your crush’s name muffled. “what- hey! no fair! derek gets to know but i cant?” spencer whined. derek held his hands up and sat back down, not wanting to get you mad. smart. “three can’t keep a secret.” was all you said before sitting down to clean your workspace.

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the new highlight of your day was texting morgan. you learned several things about him; he has a job he can’t specify for personal reasons, he really wants a dog but he feels like animals hate him. you told him about your cat joel, and how they could absolutely love him. he appreciated that.

if i tell you something, do you promise not to freak out?

depends. are you about to tell me you’re a serial killer?

no!

you giggled to yourself at your humor.

i wanna meet you.

you promised not to freak out, but you were freaking out. it was just now setting in that you didn’t know this man at all. where he lived, how old he was, even what he looked like. you took a few deep breaths and asked a question.

where do you live?

quantico virginia.

no hesitation on that one. he lived in the same town as you? you didn’t know how you’d be able to turn this down...

shit, me too. let’s meet up then.

i’ll send you a good place to get drinks.

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“every time you walk in here, you’re blushing. now so are your ears.” you beamed at derek, sitting at your desk before spilling. “i’m gonna meet him.” “wait what? are you sure that’s safe?” you rolled your eyes. “i’m an fbi agent. i’m not scared of a little danger.” you playfully winked and derek blew out a huff of air. “if anything happens, you know you can call me.” you pouted at your friend and nodded, appreciating his concern. spencer was spinning in his seat. “you happy too?” you asked. he only nodded and didn’t elaborate. you we’re going to press on, but hotch called you all in and you lost your chance.

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on rare occasions, the bau got tough cases with very happy endings. this was one of those cases. the plane ride home was extremely joyous and derek offered to get drinks again. this time, everyone accepted (all except hotch). you texted morgan telling him you were going out tonight and you wouldn’t be back till late. you laughed to yourself. it was like he was your boyfriend.

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the night was young and you were fairly tipsy. ok that’s generous, you were drunk. you were spending most of your time with penelope and it took you a minute to remember spencer. “ohmygosh! spence!” he was startled at your presence but he gave you that flat mouthed smile of his. “how are you! you’re my favorite scorpio.” you nodded as you said it, as if trying to convince him it was true. “thanks? i’m good. you’re drunk.” he pointed out. “no shit. hey!!! you never showed me your tumblr user! you gotta show me that girl you like, bet you she’s really sexy.” you didn’t even know what you were saying at this point, whipping out your phone and snapping a picture with spencer. “what are you doing?” he asked, watching you type. “posting this on tumblr! i want everyone to know you’re my favorite in the world.” he wanted to ask favorite what, but a ping on his phone distracted him. lila posted. he smiled and checked her page.

holy fuck.

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“(y/n)?” he asked, not looking away from his phone. “yess?” you responded. “what’s your tumblr?” what is your tumblr? “uhhh..i don’t know, check.” you tossed him your open phone, and his eyes only grew wider. “you’re lila?” the words rang through your ears like a siren. “what?” the word was breathy, you couldn’t add stability to what you said. spencer showed you his phone, ‘prettyboy187’ on the screen. “you’re morgan?” still no confidence in your voice whatsoever. your feelings were supposed to change, you weren’t supposed to like that morgan was spencer. but they didn’t. you didn’t even think about the fact he saw your swimsuit photos. you loved that morgan was spencer, and you still wanted to see him on the weekend. “are you mad?” you asked, not being able to stop yourself from sipping from your glass. “no. should i be?” you smiled. “no. do you still wanna meet up this weekend?” “yes. but i don’t wanna get drinks.” he wasn’t even drinking, why is he complaining. “where should we go then?” “my house.”

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Travelling Alpha

This was originally gonna be headcanons but then, uhhh...I was writing them and um, I got carried away and since the headcanons read similar to a scenario I just went through them and wrote it out like a scenario properly.

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 Eijiro let out a low groan as he stretched his arms up above his head, sore from the uncomfortable way he had slept the night prior; it had been exactly half a year since he had left his old pack so that he could travel and see the world. Six long months of nothing but himself and the wilderness, but after coming from a busy pack life and caring for everyone as the pack’s Alpha; it was a hard adjustment to make.

 One positive that he could list was that he found himself more relaxed since leaving. There weren’t as many things to stress and worry over, the things that he did need to worry about were easily solved; simple things like food, water and shelter.

 Another would be that like today, he could wander around with little to no care about where he was going or where he would end up at the end of the day; Eijiro could simply enjoy his surroundings. The fresh scent of the surrounding forests, the cool Spring breeze that washed over him every now and then; the peaceful sound of the wildlife going about their day.

 He could enjoy every moment of it without worrying about anything other than himself and that was something he wouldn’t trade away, not unless he had a good reason to. This was the kind of lifestyle he could get used to if given enough time.

 Eijiro turned his head to the side as he stopped walking, picking up a sound that he hadn’t heard for a long time; the sound of crying. Soft sniffling and hiccups, a sound that no decent Alpha ever took pleasure in hearing.

 Which meant that he would have to investigate it, even if he had been enjoying his morning journey.

 .

 “Hello?”

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 Eijiro called out curiously, grumbling to himself when there was no reply before moving to follow after the sounds of sobbing slowly; not wanting to startle whoever he might find.

 He found you relatively quickly, discovering you hidden amongst the large roots of an old tree; your sobbing so much louder now that he was standing so close to you, the sound making his chest ache with empathy for you.

 “Miss…?” Eijiro moved closer as he spoke quietly, crouching in front of you and causing you to jolt in surprise; wide, teary gaze meeting his own concerned stare. He knew that he shouldn’t have approached you like that, without making you aware of him before he moved closer; but it was always harder to resist his instincts on the day of a full moon.

 Eijiro would shift the moment the sun went down, but for now, he had to make do with any actions he made based on instinct alone.

 “W-Who are you?”

 .

 “Eijiro Kirishima…miss, what’s wrong? Why are you crying out here alone? Who are you?”

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 He frowned when you averted your gaze, curling up to make yourself look smaller than you already did; it was a bad sign in his eyes. Then again, finding such a beautiful woman out in the wild alone without anyone around was a bad sign in general; packs would usually send people out in pairs, for safety.

 “…I didn’t wanna be his mate…so I was rejected from my pack, they kicked me out…all because of him…” Your whimpered out words had his blood run cold, eyes widening in shock despite only having a brief explanation of your situation; though it was hard not to be shocked. To be kicked out because you had rejected someone was ridiculous.

 “…What’s your name?” He repeated a part of his question, using a gentle tone with you so that he wouldn’t upset you more than you already were; even doing his best not to reach out and comfort you as his instincts were calling for.

 “(Name).” He nodded slowly at your response before standing back up to his feet and taking a few steps away from you, giving you the space that he thought you might need; brushing himself off of the dirt that had somehow managed to get on him.

 “Well (Name), how would you like to travel with me? I haven’t got a pack at the moment either, so having you around would be great!”

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 You let out a soft whine of effort as you rolled onto your back, stretching out and arching your back; feeling the way your muscles trembled from the action, any soreness you felt from the previous night fading away for a few blissful seconds.

 “Mornin’ beautiful” Eijiro’s deep greeting made you smile as you rolled back over, colliding with his muscled chest and causing his arms to snake around your waist immediately; holding you close to his warm body, showering your neck with feather-light kisses.

 “Isn’t it a bit early to start with the compliments Eiji?” You shuddered as you spoke, letting your head lull to the side while he snickered in response to your question; nipping over the bonding mark he had left on you the night prior during the full moon.

 Funnily enough, yesterday had been a full year since you met the protective Alpha that you now called your partner; and you had loved the way you had celebrated it with him.

 “It’s never too early to start telling the truth (Name)” You rolled your eyes at his words, rolling in his embrace to face him; pressing your lips up against his own. Anything to stop his teasing touches to the still-sensitive bonding mark.

 “Uh-huh…whatever you say” You hummed softly, pulling away from the kiss and letting out a quiet giggle when his head followed after you, eager to continue the morning greeting that you had given him. Though you had other plans.

 “Come back here…” Eijiro trailed off into a playful growl as you managed to escape his hold, quickly moving about to gather the clothes that you had thrown everywhere the previous night right before sunset; the easiest way to avoid having them shredded to absolute bits.

 “Don’t even think about it. That can wait until tonight…didn’t you say you had somewhere you wanted to take us?” You glanced down at Eijiro, pulling your clothes on leisurely while he watched your every move; making no move to hide the hunger in his crimson gaze, sending shivers down your spine.

 “Yeah…right, now that you mention it” Eijiro paused, sitting up with a quiet groan, reaching back to rub at his sore muscles before getting up to his feet; approaching you despite still being naked himself.

 “What would you say if I said I wanted to take us back to my old pack” You frowned at his words, tilting your head to the side while you allowed him to wrap his arms around you; an innocent enough embrace for the moment.

 “Your old pack…? I’m not sure Eiji…” He smiled at your hesitance, leaning down to nuzzle against your neck tenderly, a quiet hum of content building in his chest; causing you to relax almost instantly, enjoying the low rumble.

 “Aw, come on (Name)…let me take you there! I could introduce you to everyone, plus they’re bound to love you. I mean, you did manage to steal the heart of their ex-Alpha and that’s one of the biggest reasons I left”

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 “Wait, what? You were…you used to be the Alpha of a pack?”

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 Eijiro nodded his head in confirmation at your question, rubbing your hips before moving to get dressed; sensing that it might be a good idea if he were dressed.

 “When were you gonna tell me?” He shrugged in response to your question, glancing back at you while pulling on the pants he had been wearing yesterday; seemingly confused as to why you seemed to be so surprised about his past.

 “Is it important? I’m not that man anymore.” You opened your mouth to respond with a sharp remark before deciding better and closing your mouth, shaking your head to answer his vaguely curious question. Eijiro was right, he wasn’t that man anymore, so theoretically it shouldn’t bother you.

 “No, never mind…alright, fine. I suppose it couldn’t hurt to go see your old pack” You sighed out quietly in defeat, soon letting out a squeal of laughter when Eijiro lifted you up into his hands; spinning around with you. A large grin on his features.

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 “So, you’re the woman my son has fallen for then?”

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 You gulped nervously as you stared at Eijiro’s mother with wide eyes, Eijiro himself standing close behind you with his hands on your hips; keeping you in place so that you couldn’t run away from the terrifying woman in front of you.

 “Yes…I um, I suppose that would be me?” You managed a small smile as the rough looking woman continued to stare at you, relaxing only when a kind smile stretched across her crimson stained lips; however, the moment was short lived since his mother reached out and pulled you to her chest.

 She wasted no time with smothering you with her love and adoration, a complete personality swap compared to the stone-faced woman that greeted you when you first arrived with Eijiro a few hours earlier.

 “Don’t crush her mum!” Eijiro laughed heartily as he watched the two of you interact together, moving to sit on the nearby couch since there was no longer any need for him to keep you steady in front of his mother.

 “Oh hush up Eijiro! You’ve been gone for nearly two years and now that you’re home, you’ve brought back this adorable mate! I’m entitled to be a little excited!” His mother’s reasoning had you laughing along with her, soon returning her loving embrace before retreating back towards Eijiro the moment she released you.

 Even if she didn’t scare you anymore, you didn’t want to come out of the visit with broken bones; Eijiro’s side seemed like the safest place to be.

 “I told you I was sorry about that!”

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 “And I told you that you weren’t forgiven until you give me grand-babies to cuddle!”

[the-fiction-witch]

My Princess, My King

MOVIE THE LAST LEGION AGE UP!! COUPLE ROMULUS X READER RATING SMUT

I stood nervous I couldn't deny, in the dress that had been picked out for me if you could much call it a dress, I had two golden well I suppose you'd call them hoops one around my neck the other and my waist and the pale pink fabric wrapped around the metal to make my dress I was exposed but in this heat I didn't mind it much so long as I was covered where it mattered. I suppose I shall have to get use to this place, the vast tall halls, the beautiful marble floors this place is to be my home now, for as long as I could remember I had been engaged to the boy king here, I accepted it like any good princess would. I followed my father as staff lead him into the room, and there I saw a beautiful woman, a tall strong diplomatic man, and a tall, skinny boy on the throne

"Your grace" my father nodded so I bowed too

"Your grace, a pleasure to have you in our fair city" the man standing said

"It is a most beautiful place, now if I may present my daughter" he says offering his hand so I took it moving forward "the princess y/n y/n, of y/county,"

"A very beautiful girl indeed, then I shall present my son, Romulus Augustus of rome, blood line of the Cesar's" the man said he elbowed the boy in the chair and he stood up

"Yes, uhh it is a pleasure to finally meet with you my princess" he nods coming closer to me I smiled and stepped closer to him too

"I have long awaited meeting you, you are far more handsome then described"

"Thank you, you uhh you are far more beautiful then I could have imagined you to be"

"I am honored to be your bride my king" I smiled "I only hope I shall be good to you"

"I'm sure you will be my princess"

"I have long since passed my blood my king, I shall egarly await my opportunity to further the blood line of the Cesar's"

"I uhhhhhh ummm yes, uhh I'm sure you uhh you will my princess" he nods slightly blushing at what I had said "I uhh I shall see you later" he says giving my hand a kiss before he left to tend to other matters,

I stood a little nervously as he and his father left, so I followed my father out as the staff lead us to our rooms for now, 

"I don't think he likes me"

"He was probably just nervous, You have nothing to fear my darling I'm sure he will like you very much," He says "Give it time, I didn't like your mother all that much when I met her, I thought she was beautiful and I got all tongue-tied to it's normal for boys when they meet there betrothal," He says "Do you like him?"

"He is a good king, I will sever him well" I nodded

"You are such a perfect little princess, But really? do you like him?"

"He is very handsome" I giggled blushing a little...

As soon as I left the room I hid myself away in a little room not sure what it was but it was empty, passing and trying not to go crazy

Oohhh my god... She's beautiful. Why didn't they tell me she was beautiful! Ohh and that body uuuummmm the sculptures will be fighting over who gets to make a statue of her, that face, that hair, those huge boobs! And she already started talking about a baby! So as clearly definitely wants to have sex with me!

"Knock, knock." A voice came from behind the door he opened it and it was my father who came in shutting it again "so? Do you like her?"

"Like her! She's a goddess! Someone could have warned me"

"Of what?"

"That's she was that attractive! I was expecting some little you know rat faced, betrothal not... Not that syren faced, hypnotic bodied princess"

"There was rumor she was beautiful, I did tell you that"

"Yeah but I kinda assumed you said that to make me feel better" I sighed "aren't I you know... Punching above my weight a little with that"

"Of course not your a king, of the whole empire, your a cesar of course your wife will be beautiful and worshipped like a goddess" he says

"I'm not sure I can"

"What?"

"I'm nervous! I kinda hadn't planned for actually liking her? Now I don't know what to do"

"Just do like we talked about"

"The only instructions you gave me father was go with my instincts"

"And?"

"I do not have instincts"

"Romulus, I thought the same first time I saw your mother, trust me you know what to do it'll all come to you in time,"

"My instincts are confused, they won't know what to do with... That sat in my bed chamber"

"Just relax, it's normal to be nervous I was with your mother, just relax and have fun with your beautiful new wife" he says

I couldn't relax after all this stuff, I passed around the palace unsure how to feel or what to do about it all, I decided this wasn't helping me think so I gathered some things and headed down to the springs below the palace. I went down the long stone stairs heading deeper and deeper into the palace, I opened the heavy wooden door going into the small room filled with wooden shelves and hooks, I began stripping off my clothes about to call in the staff but I noticed how warm I already felt, the baths must already be heating up? I arrived at the baths, they seemed like always, empty, the flickering of candle light and the small fire pits around, dark with the lack of windows, the steam from the large pool filled the air, the smell of sweet flowers radiating, the pool took up most of the room with enough space in the tied blue wave Mosaic floor with a few lights across to the door to the cool spring outside, the walls heavy stone to keep in the hot steam, the ceiling painted beautifully with celestial bodies. I stepped over dipping my toe into he water feeling the cost relaxing heat, But as I did I heard a noise.

The water broke moving suddenly, the sounds of someone breaking thought the water, I looked up and my jaw dropped. It was the princess, y/n. My well now wife. She stood on the lowest step at the bottom of the stairs in the other side of the pool, she was... Naked! Her hair flat to her head where she had been submerged, her smooth naked skin with the warm steam surrounding her, the firelight casgading off her skin, her face turned away not looking at me her hands moving to smooth her hair gently, her breasts bounced as she breathed, her ass complete exposed to me with such a perfect curve, any lower still under the water, she let out a gentle moan as she fixed her hair. She turned slightly over her shoulder and smiled as she saw me averting her eyes looking to the water, she put a hand infront of her mouth and giggled a little

"Why hello my king" she smiled moving all her hair over her shoulder letting me see her completely bare back,

"Uuuuuuughhh hello"

"I'm so sorry my king, I only wanted a bath" she blushed

"Ughhhh yes ummm no uh no need to apologise, it's the uhh the hot spring that's uhh what it's for" I nodded quickly using my hands to cover myself up as I was... Naked!

"Did you want me to go?" She asks plaiting and unplaiting her hair as we spoke

"No, uh of course not feel free to uhh use the baths as much as you want" I told her

"Did you want to come in too?"

"I uhhh.... Yes" I nodded "but I ughhhh I'll wait, until your done" I reassured her

But she giggled again "my king, we are husband and wife now. I'd like for you to join me"

"Well I uhh, I will if you would like me to my princess" I nodded nervously stepping down into the warm water I almost moaned feeling my body relax as I moved deeper and deeper until the water reached my neck, but I saw how close I was to her so I moved to the edge sitting myself in the stone seat built around the edge for sitting in the water and relaxing "I suppose we are... Husband and wife now. We should get used to each other"

"Exactly" she smiled "my king? Might I perhaps... Call you by your name?"

"Of course my princess, if uhh if I may use yours?"

"Of course" she giggled moving to sit on the edge in the other side across from me

"Y/n? May I uhh be frank with you?"

"Of course romulus"

"I have uhhhh I have never been.... With a woman before"

"Never?" She asks as she washes her hair

"Never. I uhh I only hope I do not disappoint you"

"You couldn't disappoint me" she smiled "you have nothing to fear, it's a new to me as it is to you"

"You seem... Much more confident in it then I am"

"I'm not sure confident is the word, uuhhh excited" she smiled

"I'm excited to" I told her "I think, you'll make a very good wife. And... A very beautiful wife."

"Thank you romulus, I think you shall make a very good, handsome, sweet husband" she smiled blowing me a kiss

"I just... I don't know anything really and, I guess I'm nervous"

"It's fine to be nervous, I am too, but we'll be alright, take things slow"

"Yeah, slow" I nodded

"Romulus can I ask you something?'

"If course"

"Are you uncomfortable around me?"

"How so?"

"Well... We've been here a while and you don't seen to wanna move your hands?"

"Oohh well I uhh..." I stuttered unsure how to respond

"It's a bath romulus, your going to see me, I'm going to see you, it's alright I am your wife" she giggled "I'll see it at some point" she smiled as she came closer standing again this time she faced me, the only thing to conceal her from my eyes was one hand that gently covered her pussy and her arm that crossed her chest to cover her breasts even if I could still see much of them, I couldn't keep my eyes off her not a single word arriving at my mouth and at that moment I understand what my father had meant I do have instincts, and they knew exactly what I wanted. My hand that I was using to hide myself took a grip of my now hard shaft rubbing and stroking just looking at her, she saw and blushed hard "romulus!" She giggled

"In sorry! I just... I don't know what else to do" I told her

"Well... What if I did this?" She asked moving her hands I saw everything, breasts, legs, waist, hips, pussy everything!

"Uhh... Uuuuhhhhh!" I groaned just looking at her unable to tear my eyes away form that body! I knew how close I was biting in my mouth still unable to stop looking at her but she stopped me moving back into the water and ripping my hand off myself

"Romulus!" She giggled "save something for tonight my king" she giggled wrapping her arms around my neck

"I'm not sure I can last till later" I admit "y/n... Can... Can I touch you?"

"If you'd like, your my husband romulus you can do whatever you want to me"

"Anything... I want to you?"

"Of course, I wife lives to service her husband" she smiled coming closer nuzzling with my neck I put my hands on her back feeling her smooth skin,

"Uuhhh y/n" I groaned my hands going crazy groping, fondling anything she'd let me at I was touching, till he moved back

"I think, it's getting a little hot in here" she smirked as I was gasping for breath desperate for attention

"You think so?"

"I do" she smirked getting up climbing the steps across from me the water dripping off her naked body as she stepped over to the door to outside "you coming romulus?" She giggled running outside,

I smirked and climbed out the bath hurrying after her out the door to the small courtyard, with high walls to another part of the castle, the light of the moon, and stars shining down on us, the grass perfectly trimmed, the stone path perfectly swept, the high rocks creating a waterfall in the corner of the walls that flowed down into a beautiful deep cool pool, it came from a natural spring near by but we had turned it into the outdoor cold pool for the spring she ran around the garden before jumping into the pool, I smirked and jumped in with her and somehow I ended up with my arms around her and hers around me as we sat in the still, quite, cool pool, under the moonlight

"Romulus?"

"Yes y/n?"

"Do you love me?" She whispered

"Honestly no." I told her making her look upset her face looking down at the water but I pulled her chin up "but I like you. Very much, your cute, your fun, your beautiful... We've been betrothed since we where kids, and I only met you today," I explain to her "but I really do like you. And I'm sure very soon I will love you"

"Okay" she smiled hugging me tightly "I like you too" she giggled pulling in my neck a little so I was close to her face I blushed but moved and gently kissed her soft lips...