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saintobio · 4 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑.

rule #1: even if the world crumbles down in front of you, never, ever trust sylus with your heart. because even the fiercest flames can't match the danger of loving a man like him.

♱ pairings. sylus, fem!reader

♱ genre. angst, smut, boss/assistant, 18+

♱ tags. villain!reader, reader works for onychinus, reader is not l&ds!mc, set in the N109 zone, unrequited love, profanity, petnames (kitten, baby doll, darling, sweetie), unprotected sex, throatfucking (m!receiving), cunnilingus (f!receiving), cum-eating, slight dom/sub play, spitting, hair-pulling, spanking, biting, choking, overstimulation, bondage, blindfolding, lots of jealousy, possessiveness, yandere themes, stalking, blood, violence, usage of guns, allusions to prostitution, killings, death, *coughs* that one harley+joker scene.

♱ notes. 8.2k words. inspired by this song bcos i can’t stop thinking abt him for days

“Boss is looking for ‘ya.”

It was already nighttime when you emerged from the library, only to encounter the eccentric twins, Luke and Kieran, lounging on the window sill as if they had been waiting for you to come out of your bat cave. They always donned their signature uniforms of leathered attire and beaked masks, an outfit reminiscent of Sylus’s mechanical crow, Mephisto. Behind their silhouettes, the red glow of the blood moon poured through the window, casting an eerie, crimson hue across the dimly lit hallways. Any normal person would have found such an atmosphere disturbing.

But that was the N109 Zone for you—a dark, lawless, enigmatic place you called home.

“Is he in his room already?” you asked, quietly closing the door behind you. In your arm was a thick book, an archival file you had spent nearly two hours searching for. It contained records of historical events, of life before the Chronorift Catastrophe of 2034, before the Deepspace Tunnel was opened. Sylus had tasked you with finding the file for reasons he didn’t care to disclose.

A curious Luke tilted his head and swung his feet in the air as he pointed at the book. “Let me guess,” he began with a teasing tone, “Is that book some sort of Kama Sutra?”

Kieran’s snigger followed. “I bet it is, since it’s her birthday in a few hours.”

“Very funny,” was your quick retort. “It’s a history book, you idiots. Sylus needs it for something.”

The twins then let out a teasing coo. “Aww, so no birthday ‘fun’ for you?” asked Luke, “I thought sleeping with your boss would have its perks, too.”

Although his comment was meant to be a joke, you bristled at his jab at your professionalism. It had been a few years since you started this kind of relationship with Sylus, with him being your boss and the leader of Onychinus, and with you as his personal assistant and, well… escort.

In and out of the N109 Zone, Sylus was a popular man for both good and bad reasons. His notoriety was mostly for his influence, and sometimes for his crimes. He was known to be unforgiving—a brute man who carried no conscience towards his enemies. One wrong move and you’d find yourself six feet under. Perhaps, that was what you admired so much about him. His aura, his domineering persona, his dangerous charm. He had mastered the art of seduction, the sin of hunger and desire. His power. There was no one like him.

And so, you were the happiest woman alive when what began as an unrequited admiration eventually blossomed into something more. Spending more time with your boss played a pivotal role in gaining his interest towards you, because day-by-day he started to learn how much of an asset you could be for him. You were his prized possession. You were the most powerful weapon in his arsenal. Despite Luke and Kieran’s constant warnings of the abyss you were throwing yourself into, you were willing to be a pawn in Sylus’s game of chess. You wanted to be the Queen next to a King. Because that meant you were too valuable to simply set aside.

Yet Sylus was never one to clarify the nature of your relationship. He’d often say there was no need to clear up such a silly thing. All you knew was that when Sylus needed you, he had to have you. In all ways. He’d still act professional and distant depending on the audience. But behind closed doors, he spoiled you like a princess, treated you like a queen, and worshiped you like a saint. He was a sadistic, draconic man towards others, but he always had a gentle spot for you. Only for you.

And that was a spot you would never, ever share with anyone else.

“Whatever. I gotta go see him,” you excused yourself from the two, just as one of them tossed a black box to you. “Is this my present?”

The twins jumped down from the window sill in perfect sync. “Advance happy birthday to the princess of Onychinus. Make sure to open the gift when boss is around.”

Your lips spread into a smile as you held the box in your free hand. Luke and Kieran giving you a gift was the last thing you would expect from them. “Why, thank you—”

“Yeah, yeah. You should go see him now,” said Kieran, pushing you forward by the shoulders. “Can’t keep boss waiting.”

By the time you reached Sylus’s door, the twins’ distant, mischievous chuckles then echoed down the hall. You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head before grasping the door handles, stepping inside of Sylus’s bedroom with slow, measured steps. You didn’t know why you were nervous. As the door shut behind you, the familiar scent of leather, cardamom, and sandalwood immediately enveloped you like a fragrant, hallucinatory mist. However, his king-sized bed lay empty with the sheets still perfectly arranged. There were no signs of him anywhere, until the sound of cascading rainwater drew your gaze toward the bathroom, where his tall figure was visible through the frosted glass. He was engaged in a steamy shower, clearly unaware of the intruder that entered his room just now.

“Boss?” you called out, standing by his bed. “I’ll leave the file on your nightstand.”

Receiving no response, you placed the book on the bedside table and waited for him patiently. Should you stay or should you leave? It usually depends on Sylus’s mood. There were nights where he wanted to be left alone, and nights where he craved your presence. His lack of response may be a sign to exit his room. But as you prepared yourself to leave thinking that Sylus purposely ignored you, a certain black velvet box resting on his nightstand suddenly caught your eye. Unlike the typical small box that might hold a ring, this one was more rectangular in shape and you were drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It was your curiosity that led you to touch the soft surface, wondering what lay beneath it.

Is it for me…?

“They say curiosity kills a cat.” Sylus’s deep, resonant voice broke your trance as he stepped out of the shower. Wrapped in nothing but a white towel around his waist, his muscular form was on full display as he approached you with assertive footsteps. Every curve of his muscle flexed as he moved. And his carnelian eyes sparkled with amusement, the corners of his thin, pinkish lips curving upward when he walked closer to you. “Touching my things without permission. Are you asking to be punished, kitten?”

Your heart raced as he closed the distance. Yet, maintaining composure around Sylus was a skill you had honed since the day you began working for him. “Oh, forgive me, master,” you merely teased. “It caught my attention.”

“Curious about the box or who it’s for?” he taunted, raking his fingers through his damp gray hair. Beads of water glistened on his bare skin, and you found your gaze wandering to his perfectly sculpted abs until you felt his finger lifting your chin up. “Eyes on me, honey. Don’t tell me you thought that velvet box was for you?”

So it isn’t? You suppressed a disappointed expression, but your clouded eyes betrayed you. “No, I… just curious.”

“Is that a sad kitten I see?” he asked, tilting his head to catch even the slightest changes in your expression. “You wanna open the box?”

“No, thank you.” Your stubbornness prevailed this time.

Sylus’s lips curved into a smile as he stepped closer, his arms wrapping around your waist and turning you gently. He then went on to open the velvet box and fastened a silver necklace around your neck. “Happy birthday, my darling,” he whispered into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he planted a tender kiss on your shoulder. “That’s a red beryl crystal—one of the rarest gemstones in the world.”

Your eyes sparkled in awe as you touched the red pendant, feeling its exquisite value beneath your fingertips. Oh… to receive such beautiful, rare gem from the boss of Onychinus himself. You were too overwhelmed with appreciation as you turned and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Sy!” you exclaimed, your heart swelling at his effort. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”

He returned your gaze with a smug look. “You better love it. I sacrificed two gold bullets just to get that for you, sweetie.”

“You��” Your eyes widened at the implication behind his words. Someone’s life was lost in exchange for your birthday gift. It was beyond your expectations to know that Sylus went to such macabre lengths just to surprise you, but banality was his worst enemy, and the last thing he would do was be called boring over things like birthday surprises. “...Well, thank you. I’ll treasure it forever, my love.”

“Now,” he said, abruptly breaking the sweet moment as he glanced at the other box on his bed. You realized he was scrutinizing the gift from the twins, which you had unwittingly left behind when you hugged him. His expression darkened slightly, clearly displeased at the foreign object on his bed. “Care to tell me where this is from? Or did some other bastard get you a present before I did?” he questioned, “Tell me his name, his identity. Give me his location.”

Chuckling, you cupped his cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “It’s not what you think. Luke and Kieran gave it to me before I came here.”

Still unimpressed, he raised an eyebrow and nodded toward the box. “Who told you to receive gifts from other men?”

“I…”

“Let’s see what’s inside, shall we?”

“I’m sure it’s just some…” you began, hurriedly untying the ribbon at the sight of Sylus’s growing pique. But as you opened the box, your mouth dropped in shock upon seeing a black lingerie set inside. An awkward laugh forced its way out of your mouth. Those two! “I… Ha-ha! They fool around too much. Don’t mind it. I’m just gonna throw it away.”

Sylus’s frown quickly transformed into a deep chuckle as he lifted the lingerie by the strap, his eyes widening with interest as he examined the lace corset. “Why don’t you try wearing it first, baby doll?” he suggested, an idea clearly forming in his mind. “It’s rude to toss aside a gift.”

He knows exactly what he’s doing, you thought, feeling your cheeks flush under his gaze. You almost lost your mind when he looked down at you with a roguish smirk, like he was an animal who’s about to devour his first meal in a long time. “You really want me to put it on?”

“Since it’s your special day,” he insisted, settling at the edge of his bed while keeping you positioned between his legs, “Let me help you with that.” His tone was more command than suggestion as he slowly unbuttoned your shirt, peeling it away from your body. “That’s it, be a good kitten. Just follow your master’s orders and you’ll do just fine.”

You felt his cold fingertips brushing against your chest as he slipped your blouse down, his hands reaching behind to unclasp your bra and set your breasts free. Instinctively, you shied away from the intensity of his gaze and covered your chest. But he was quick to grab your wrist, an eyebrow raised at your disobedience. “I’m sorry…”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he mumbled in a deep, orotund voice before continuing to undress you. His hand now fiddled with your pants, unzipping and sliding it down your legs in a painfully slow way. To your surprise, he had also pulled your underwear down along with your pants, leaving your lower body as bare as it could be. “Looks like my kitten’s prepared,” he said with a lowly chuckle, his gaze locked on your freshly waxed lady part. “But I’ll take my time before I devour you.”

Taking a deep breath, you placed your hand on where his shoulder and neck met. All your clothes were discarded on the floor and you were nothing but naked in front of the very man you so deeply adored. He alone was the most perfect gift for you. “Boss…” your voice came out like a whisper, “About your upcoming transaction with Mr. Davis. H-He agrees to meet at the nightclub this Friday.”

Sylus displayed a devilish smirk, noticing your effort in opening a subject to distract yourself from the compromising situation he had put you in. Though, instead of shaming you further, he had decided to play the part. “I’m surprised you managed to bargain with him,” he praised, slipping in a black, lace underwear up your legs. It barely covered your folds, and with Sylus’s warm breath tickling your cunny, you knew that your underwear would only be ripped apart sooner or later. “But then again, it must be your… irresistible charm that made him agree to meet up,” with a pause, he made a twirling gesture with his finger. “Turn around for me, sweetie.”

You did as told, chest rising and falling deeply as your boss began to tie the corset behind you. It was too tight, but he seemed to have liked it that way, because your breasts were almost popping out of the padding. “I-I… Is it supposed to be this tight?” you asked, hesitantly, “I can’t breathe.”

“It’s perfect.” He let out a deep chuckle before suddenly pushing you down on his bed. The sudden force left your heartbeat somersaulting, the anticipation and nervousness rising deep within you as you looked up at his predatory gaze. “Now, for the best part.”

Sylus whipped out a handcuff and a blindfold from his drawer, and his first action was to grab your wrists and lock it within the silver handcuff around the headboard. The very next thing he did was cover your eyes with the blindfold, tying it neatly behind your head to deprive you of one of your five senses.

“Sylus—?” You weren’t sure what was happening now, and hated that you couldn’t see his handsome face because of the blindfold. Your vision offered nothing but darkness, blinding you from whatever Sylus was planning to do with you in his king-sized bed. There were sounds of fabric rustling around you, the sound of clothing dropping to the floor, and the wet, sloppy noises near your face. When you felt the tip hitting your cheek, you realized it was Sylus touching himself, leaving you to imagine how he was stroking his hard length in front of your face, preparing his cock for a wild night ahead. “Are you—”

“Shh.” Your voice was cut off after he held a strong grip around your jaw, forcing your mouth open before the taste of his cocktip started entering your mouth. Not even halfway in, you already gagged from his cock. He was too huge for your mouth—too thick, too veiny, too lengthy. But nonetheless, despite the threads of saliva that waterfalled on the sides of your mouth, Sylus still shoved his entire length in. He didn’t care if you had started choking from his monstrous cock. He was too focused on burying his member in and out of your mouth, hitting your uvula, and allowing for tears to escape your eyes. “That mouth of yours is heaven for me, honey,” he said, your chin on his hand as he released a deep, guttural groan. “Move your tongue around it.”

“Mmh—ngh!” Even if you were getting asphyxiated, fucking your throat was one of Sylus’s favorite foreplays. And so, like the obedient kitty you were, you started bobbing your head along to the rhythm of his thrusts. You also moved your tongue in circles around his shaft, and Sylus’s moans got louder, turning you on knowing that you were doing great at pleasuring the love of your life. You couldn’t even taste him enough, your mouth was too sore and numb at that point.

Not even long after, he started angling his cock to your cheeks as if he was desperate to feel every inch of your mouth. When he pulled away, you released his member with a pop, and the string of saliva ended up coating your chin. While you couldn’t move your hand to wipe it off, you did try to move your wrists around the handcuff wondering if you could set yourself free.

“Trying to break free?” Sylus’s voice was so near your right ear, the weight of his body becoming heavier on top of you. “We’re not done yet, darling.”

A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss quickly calmed you down. You allowed Sylus to explore your mouth with his tongue, letting him lap you up like a meal he couldn’t stop eating. And with every bite on your lower lip, you were whimpering like a helpless cat. “S-Sylus,” you begged, “S-Sy… I…”

“Hmm?” His mouth was now on your neck, suckling and nibbling on the skin until they would leave purple marks all over.

“Mmh… I want you.”

“Not so soon, birthday girl.” Sylus’s teasing led to him pulling away from you. Now, you were unsure of his next move. But your chest only continued to move in an unsteady rhythm, the lack of sight heightening your auditory sense as a compromise.

The next thing you knew, his manly hands started kneading at your breasts. He cupped them with such a force that made you stop breathing for a moment, focusing the sensation of his touch as he slightly pulled the padding of your corset to peek at one of your tits. In an instant, his mouth was attached to your nub. His tongue licked around your nipple, flicking it playfully before sucking and biting on your mounds.

“Haaah!”

“The twins did well in delivering this gift to you,” he made a subtle remark, releasing your tit from his mouth. His movements suggested he was moving down south, down to where your crotch was, and he only confirmed your thoughts when he began spreading your legs open and pulling your underwear to the side. “Look at how wet that pretty pussy is.”

You moaned at the feeling of Sylus’s finger toying with your entrance. “T-The twins,” you barely said, squirming from the coil you were feeling inside your body. “What do you mean they delivered… the gift? Was it your idea after all?”

Too bad you couldn’t see his face, but you were sure as hell that there was a triumphant smile spreading on it. “How else would they know your bra size, kitten?” he replied in a low voice before surprising you with the feeling of his tongue moving inside your slit, “Only I have access to your body.”

Fuck, fuck. You were going insane. “Mhm—ngh! Aah!”

Sylus’s mouth was rough against your cunt, the tip of his nose tickling your clit as he continued spreading your labia apart to give himself better access inside your pussy. He completely devoured your sopping cunt, grunting and growling like a rabid dog as he alternated between french-kissing your pussy to burying his digits inside. His three fingers orchestrated deep and fast movements against your walls, with each stroke inside earning a wild whimper out of you.

“Haaah—! Sylus, I… I can’t hold it… anymore.”

He found your sweet spot soon enough, and chuckled darkly as you tried to squirm like a pathetic little kitty under him. With your legs dangling on his shoulders, he resumed abusing your sore cunt by fingering your vulva until you were at your seventh heaven. And as soon as you felt the need to pee, you knew he’d only pick up the speed of his fingers even more.

“I-I… Please, Sy… I’m…”

For the first time in your life, you felt yourself squirting all over his bed. Your hips raised itself involuntarily, legs shaking violently on top of his shoulders. The overstimulation was sending you to ecstasy, as if you were in a place where every pleasure in the world was given to you. In your extremely vulnerable state, Sylus chose to grab the opportunity and forced all eight inches of his member inside. He hushed your moans and whimpers by kissing you on the mouth, his lips encasing yours in a loving and passionate exchange.

This was the most erotic you had been with him.

“You’re so fucking sexy to me, Y/N.” His cock moved fast and hard inside you. You could even feel his member twitching as your tight walls gripped him like vacuum, milking him of his every seed until he was fully drained. His lips then trailed around your jawline, then onto the valleys in between your breasts while he went on to thrust even rougher than the last. He plowed his cock inside you like there was no tomorrow, rutting and rutting and rutting like he was desperate to reach his own climax. “This pussy… Can’t get enough of your sweet pussy, kitten.”

“Ah—aah! Mmh—ngh.”

“More?”

“Y-Yes… please!”

“Harder?”

“Mhmm!”

“Faster?”

“S-Sylus!”

“Such a nasty girl you are,” he quipped, your hips now gripped by his strong hands as he sat in bed, readying for the final position. “Next time, I’m gonna eat your ass.”

Gosh. You were already feeling limp under him. And when you felt his hands ripping your panties off, you knew it was game over for you. He was a hungry beast whose desire for lust would make him the worst sinner in hell. You couldn’t contain the loudness of your moans and whimpers as Sylus started thrusting into you at an otherworldly speed, your cunt feeling the soreness of his every slam. The skin-slapping sound dominated his entire room as your slick coated his entire length. At that point, he began biting on your lower leg, his cock doing its last twitch deep inside your cavern. He was balls deep inside, his bollocks slapping against your pussy with every jostle.

“C-Cum…” you pleaded, “Inside me… Please.”

But to your disappointment, Sylus pulled out. You didn’t know where he was releasing his seed until you felt the warm liquid shooting at your stomach. Three times you had asked him to cum inside, and he still continued to refuse. You thought your birthday would have been an exception, but Sylus was too smart for that. He knew knocking you up would ruin his plans. Getting you pregnant would make him lose his chances with her.

“You can sleep on my bed tonight, darling.” Sylus easily released your hand from the cuffs with his evol, and did his own effort in untying the blindfold around your eyes. Little did he know that your tired eyes actually carried pain inside. “Close your eyes now. I’ll take care of the rest.”

You watched as he walked toward his nightstand, oblivious to the pessimistic thoughts swirling in your mind. If only she never existed in his life. If only she was you instead.

“Sylus.” You fixed your gaze on his face. “I love you.”

His eyes widened in panic for a moment before he masked it with indifference. It was as if your declaration had caught him off guard, as if your years of devotion hadn’t already made it clear how deeply in love you were.

“You shouldn’t.”

The N109 Zone’s most famous nightclub was alive with pulsating lights and thumping bass on a Friday night, a den of excess and shadows where shady deals and dangerous liaisons were also par for the course. Sylus was dressed in his signature dark attire, leaning against a plush booth in the corner, and the red glow from the neon lights flickering off his white hair and crimson eyes. Meanwhile, you, draped in a red revealing dress that accentuated your every curve, moved with foxy grace as you joined Sylus at the booth.

Let’s just say Sylus didn’t exactly approve of your dress tonight. He thought it was revealing too much skin that was supposedly for his eyes only. But ever since the night of your birthday where he didn’t return your declaration of love, you started rebelling against your boss. Everything he disliked, you did out of spite. You did them out of the bitterness boiling inside you.

Across from you two, in a secluded corner of the club, sat Sylus’s business partner, a man whose sharp suit and cold gaze reflected a ruthless demeanor. The table between you was littered with documents and blueprints, a clear indication of the shady business transaction underway—an armory deal of massive proportions, weapons, and munitions that could alter the balance of power in the underworld. Sylus’s arsenal of weapons could already destroy Linkon City if he wanted to, but there was no fun in that. It would be too much an easy disposal.

Nonetheless, Sylus’s eyes sparkled with approval as he glanced at the stacks of weaponry displayed before him. “I must say, I’m impressed,” he remarked with a sly grin. “The quality of your armory is unparalleled, Davis. You really outdid yourself this time.”

The business partner, clearly pleased, gave a curt nod. “I aim to please. But payment in cash alone doesn’t always satisfy, does it?”

Sylus leaned back, his gaze shifting to you. You were just settling next to him, your quiet presence commanding everyone’s attention as the low neckline of your red dress drew admiring glances from his business partner. Sylus was quick to notice the man’s eyes lingering on your breasts, a hint of predatory interest flickering in the old man’s gaze.

“Seems like my partner here is quite taken with you,” Sylus mused, hinting at a dangerous edge in his voice. “How about it? Would you like something other than money for your trouble?”

Mr. Davis’s eyes never left you as he smirked, a flicker of greed clouding his gaze. It was obvious to everyone in that booth that the old geezer was undressing you with his eyes. “What do you have in mind?”

Sylus’s smile grew sharper. “Y/N here is quite the treasure. If you’re interested, she could be yours for the night. Do what you want with her. What do you say?”

Unbelievable! Stunned by his words, you quickly turned to Sylus in protest. You couldn’t believe he was offering you like some whore to that old man, but you had to hide your disgust after meeting Sylus’s glowing carmine eyes shooting you a knowing look. Just play along and stay quiet, you could almost hear his voice in your head.

Mr. Davis’s perverted gaze remained fixed on you, clearly tempted as he battled with the demons in his head. And at your boss’s signal, you were ordered to walk towards Mr. Davis apprehensively, sitting on his lap while keeping the disgust you were feeling from showing. His hand soon grazed your thigh, the other squeezing your breast. “That’s a tempting offer,” commented the old man, a triumphant grin on display, “But I’d be a fool to refuse a bad bitch like her.”

“Good,” Sylus said, his tone suddenly serious as he slid a sleek, black gun from the table. He idly toyed with the handgun, clearly unfazed. “Let’s finalize our deal then. I’ll just take this gun you’ve provided. Don’t mind if I do a little ‘quality testing’,” he added with a chilling smile, loading the magazine with .45 ACP bullets.

The business partner’s eyes widened in realization as Sylus’s hand tightened around the weapon. Panic soon flashed across Mr. Davis’s face before he desperately pushed you off his lap and scrambled to his feet, hoping to de-escalate the rift he had caused with the Onychinus leader. “Wait, Mr. Sylus! I-I didn’t mean to offend. I’m not going to steal your lady, I swear! Don’t—”

But just as you expected, Sylus’s expression remained cold and unyielding. With a swift, practiced motion, he pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot was sharp and final, cutting through the pulsating music and leaving a deadly silence in its wake. Mr. Davis quickly dropped to the floor, his eyes wide open and the hole on the side of his head leaking with dark, red blood.

Your eyes remained cool and detached as you watched the scene unfold, your expression too unreadable for the killer next to you. You’ve seen worse things while living in the N109 Zone, right? was Sylus’s inner thoughts as he placed the gun back on the table, his gaze steady while regarding the now lifeless body of his former business partner. The carpet was now drenched with an unsightly amount of blood.

Just then, the twins, Luke and Kieran immediately swung the door open with a guarded stance, worried that something had happened to the Onychinus leader whom you all served under. But upon looking at Mr. Davis’s fresh corpse sprawled out on the floor, both twins merely shrugged it off, praising their boss for dealing with the old man in a brutal fashion.

“Leave us for a while,” Sylus instructed the twins, pulling you closer by gripping your waist, “If any of Davis’s men try to come in, kill them with no mercy.”

“Roger that, boss.”

As soon as the door was closed, Sylus turned to you, you recognized a demonic glow in his eyes as he tugged at the neckline of your dress. “You,” he spoke under his breath, “are testing my patience.”

You weren’t sure how to feel about it.

Heck, you couldn’t tell if you were even turned on by it, but Sylus fucking you in front of a dead man did bring in a rush of adrenaline in you. This was the fourth time he had killed a man for desiring you, and while he would usually play it off and say he was just feeling bloodthirsty at the time those incidents happened, this was the first time he was compelled to actually touch you next to a man he had just mercilessly shot. It was as though he was trying to prove a point, that dead or alive, no other man would have the pleasure of having you.

“S-Sylus,” you let out a whimper, knees beginning to feel sore as your boss continued to hit you from behind, hips snapping against your bum in a rough, merciless manner. A stinging sensation was soon felt on your butt cheek as Sylus sent a hard, crisp slap on your ass. “Mmh—!”

His nails dug into your hips, jostling you forwards and backwards so your ass could meet the base of his cock with how deep he was plowing himself into you. You had already creamed around his member multiple times that night, too satiated by the possessiveness Sylus was showing towards you, and yet, the signs of him stopping seemed to be a far end of the line.

“Did you enjoy my show, kitten?” he asked, a question borne from feelings of spite, “Did you like how he was gawking at your tits? Look at his pathetic face now. You see that?”

Sylus grabbed you by the face and forced you to look at Mr. Davis’s lifeless body for a good minute. A minute to remember such a ghastly image for the rest of your life. And only after he was satisfied at the fright in your eyes did he start pulling you by the hair, only to then wrap a tight hand around your neck. You couldn’t breathe. You were choking from his hand, restrained to receive any bit of air down your throat. The strong smell of iron, gun powder, and leather was also beginning to intoxicate you, and you knew you were a minute away from passing out. But Sylus was too enraged to stop, his mind was a toxic fire you couldn’t easily extinguish and the only thing you could do was allow him to take his anger out on you.

“Hnngh! Sy… Sylus…” you cried, moaning as his hard thrust almost sent you forward to his business partner’s corpse. The pressure on your windpipe was too strong that barely any sound came out of your mouth. “Sylus, I’m all y-yours, my love. Ah—aah! All… yours.”

He did loosen his grip on your neck, because he had pulled you by the chin to spit into your mouth. A string of saliva connected your tongue to his, your chest undulating in heavy breaths as he began to grope your tits from behind. “Dress like a whore again,” he whispered a warning into your ear, “and I wouldn’t hesitate to treat you like one.”

Your mind, too numbed by the overstimulation all over your body, couldn’t fully grasp the words he had just spoken. All you knew was that he pressed you further down the carpeted floor, with your ass high up and your body down low. The next thing he did was to spread your butt cheeks apart to gape at the exact hole he was destroying.

Sore. Too sore. Too numb. Too… Too… “Sylus, I’m g-gonna…”

“Fuck,” he cussed, accelerating his thrusts at an animalistic speed, his deep breaths turning into a guttural groan as he chased his high. His cum was thick when they landed on your face, and the taste was sweet and salty when he forced the rest of his cum onto the back of your throat. You gagged as he hit your uvula, drool oozing at the corner of your mouth as you choked and yet managed to swallow every drop of his semen.

Like a good girl, for him. Always.

You didn’t exactly black out afterward. You were caught in a liminal state, not fully awake but not unconscious either, as you collapsed onto the floor. Sylus discarded you like a toy he’d grown tired of. If you had been more aware, you would have immediately noticed the abrupt shift in his behavior. The sound of his fading footsteps made you realize that the man you loved so obsessively had just left you in that booth, right next to a dead man.

“Y/N?”

“Y/N. Hey, you okay?”

The coat soon enveloping your body wasn’t Sylus’s; it belonged to one of the twins, and you could feel yourself being carried in his arms.

“Luke…?” you murmured weakly.

“No, it’s Kieran,” he clarified, since his older brother was occupied with disposing of Mr. Davis’s body. “I’m taking you home.”

You clung to his shoulder, your heavy-lidded eyes searching for Sylus’s distinctive white hair. “Wha—? Where’s he? Where is Sy—”

“Boss already left.” His words felt like a blow. “You know he’s dangerous when he’s angry, so you should just go home for today.”

You tried to wriggle free from Kieran’s grasp, confused by the sudden turn of events. “But what did I do? Why is he angry with me?”

“It’s not you, just… complicated,” were the last words you heard before exhaustion overtook you, unaware that you were now outside the nightclub.

Continuing to squirm from Kieran’s hold, you cried, “What do you mean complicated!”

“Luke and I tried to warn you, Y/N,” he said, grimly, as if he felt bad for you. “You’re not supposed to mess with his emotions. Those feelings are reserved for another.”

The night air in the N109 Zone felt heavy and suffocating. It had been a month since Sylus had abruptly cut off contact with you, leaving you in a state of uncertainty, overthinking, and anger. When he had asked you to take a break from work, you already found his command suspicious, and then the silence that followed was a deafening confirmation of your suspicion. No texts, no calls, and every attempt to visit Onychinus’s base was continuously met with cold dismissal.

With this, you found yourself at your makeshift gun range, the repetitive bang of the shots echoing in the dimly lit space. The targets were riddled with holes, each bullet a release of your pent-up frustration. Your thoughts were a tempest of spiteful musings: how you should have maxed out his credit card for everything it was worth if you had known he was going to just dump you. The thought of doing so now felt petty, but it also served as a bitter reminder of how easily he had discarded you that night.

But amid your rage, a more serious thought began to surface. Sylus’s avoidance wasn’t merely a cruel game or a sudden whim; it seemed to hint at something deeper, something more troubling. Was there something he wasn’t telling you? Had something happened that he couldn’t or wouldn’t explain?

You should probably confront him, but you needed a sign. Barging into Onychinus’s base without prior notice would be a suicide wish, so you had to have a reason on showing up unannounced. A sign. You desperately needed one, and perhaps the universe was toying with you, but the very sign you were looking for came in the form of a mechanical crow that landed on the lightpost. Its red eyes glowed like lasers through the night, tilting its head as it looked at your way.

“Caw! Caw!”

“Mephisto,” you breathed a sigh of relief. Did Sylus send him to watch over you?

With your confidence growing back, you decided to finally confront the situation head-on. This cold war would bring you nothing but a painful whirl of overthinking. And so, you returned to Onychinus’s base that night, your anger tempered by a new, steely resolve. As usual, the base was as imposing and foreboding as ever, its corridors silent except for the occasional echo of footsteps.

Where is everyone?

As you neared Sylus’s quarters, your heart pounded with a mix of dread and anticipation. You approached his door, and through the thin walls, you could hear soft, unfamiliar voices. Your breath was caught in your throat as you recognized a woman’s voice, distinct and unfamiliar, but laced with a strange resonance that made your skin crawl.

“From the beginning, you trapped me here, forced me to resonate with you, and even said we’re ‘the same’... One wouldn’t treat a stranger like that, so… don’t tell me you like me. Is this all so you can get my attention?”

…

“You’re so gullible, kitten.”

The twins, who were lounging nearby and keeping an eye on things as usual, saw you by their boss’s door and exchanged knowing glances. Luke, with his usual smirk, leaned in. “Oh, look who decided to show up. You’re just in time.”

Kieran, with a more serious tone, added, “He’s got a guest in there. A hunter from Linkon, with an Aether Core, no less.”

Your heart sank. The mention of an Aether Core was a dagger to your already shattered heart. Sylus’s connection to you had always been complex, but it was a lot different with this other woman he had been keeping an eye on for the longest time. They were marked by their shared Aether Core, which tied them together in ways you could never fully understand. To hear that he had met the girl he had been searching for with the same rare core was like a death knell.

“Since when did Sylus bring her here?” you asked the twins, struggling to keep your emotions in check. This was the real reason Sylus had asked you to take a break—he knew that the presence of this girl would push you to the edge of losing all sense of morality. For the first time in your life, he saw you as a threat. An enemy.

Luke responded with a shrug. “A couple weeks ago after she leaked her information in The Nest. Boss has been trying to resonate with her, you see. So don’t mind their little bonding moments.”

Kieran took the initiative to drag his older brother away. “We gotta get going. Don’t cause a scene, Y/N. You won’t like it when our boss is angry.”

Disregarding the twins’ words, you pressed your hand against the door, the muffled sounds of conversation and the soft rustling of fabric seeping through. The realization of what this meant was crushing. Sylus’s soul was bound to this new woman in ways you could never compete with. And the anguish of this discovery broke you inside.

Why? Why can’t it be me?

With trembling hands, you turned the knob and pushed open the door just a crack to peer inside. The sight that met your eyes was enough to confirm your worst fears. Sylus was there, his attention fully on the woman from Linkon that he had pinned down on his bed, a tenderness in his gaze that had never been directed at you.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, you quietly closed the door and retreated, and Sylus’s head turning in your direction only made you hide even further. You were already taking hurried steps before he could catch up to you. But then again, what kind of idiot would he be to leave that fragile girl alone to run after a woman he didn’t even care about? You were nothing but a placeholder for her, warming her seat temporarily before she finally came into the picture. And now that she was here, you were easily cast aside like worn-out clothing, no longer bearing any purpose for him.

“…I hate you,” you muttered, the words barely a whisper as they escaped from your trembling lips. Running through the hallways had quickly become exhausting, each step felt like a drag with the weight of your emotions. “I hate you, Sylus.”

Your hands, shaking uncontrollably, grasped the Beryl pendant that hung around your neck. The sharp pain from the necklace’s chain digging into your skin only added to your anguish. And with a frustrated cry, you yanked the pendant off and hurled it down the hallway. The pendant skittered across the polished floor, its once-beautiful gleam now discarded like mere rubbish.

“What did we tell you?” The twins’ imaginary voices were mocking you in your head, their taunts reverberating through your thoughts as you headed out of the base with no footsteps following you behind. It became clear to you that Sylus had chosen to stay with the girl instead of chasing after you. “Just because boss gave you a chance, doesn’t mean he’ll actually date you! You poor thing! You’re just a game he likes to play!”

“Stop. Stop!” You had to press your hands into your ear, suppressing the torture that your mind was creating.

You decided to run away. Far, far away from Onychinus’s base. Far away from Sylus’s reach.

Your footsteps echoed through the deserted streets, your mind still reeling in jealousy from the events you saw earlier. The image of the woman pinned under him, her dark hair and fair skin, had your hands shaking from the anger in your heart. She was as beautiful as he described, as radiant as he’d often whisper about in his dreams. And now that she was within his reach, did you really think he would let her go?

The night was cold, the air biting at your skin as you walked aimlessly, lost in a whirlwind of emotions and tortuous thoughts. The betrayal, the hurt, the lingering sense of being used—all of it churned within you, making your steps heavy and your heart even heavier.

“I… hate you,” you murmured under your breath.

As you turned down a dark alley, a sudden prickle of unease crawled up your spine. You quickened your pace, but the sound of a second set of footsteps followed closely behind you. Panic set in as soon as you realized you were being stalked.

Before you could react, however, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, blocking your path. The man’s eyes gleamed with malice, a cruel smile spreading across his face. “You no longer have Sylus to protect you,” he sneered, his voice dripping with menace. It was one of Davis’s men. “You're all alone now, and I'm going to make you pay for the death of our master.”

Fear gripped you like a tightrope, but before the man could take another step, a swirling mist of black-red enveloped him. The pressure of the mist seemed to squeeze his entire body, forcing him to his knees, his screams of terror cut short as if the mist were obeying commands from an unseen master.

You turned around, your heart pounding, to see Sylus standing at the edge of the alley. His domineering eyes bore into yours in a mixture of curiosity and cold calculation. “Should I kill this guy? Yes or no?” His voice was low and raspy. “My decision depends on you, kitten.”

Your gaze hardened after hearing the term of endearment he was now recycling with the hunter girl from Linkon. “I can handle him,” was your cold reply, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you. You drew your gun with a swift motion and fired repeatedly, each shot bouncing in the narrow alley. The man’s body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Sylus watched you with an appraising look. “Impressive. Still feisty as ever.”

You then pointed your gun towards him, but keeping a safe enough distance. “Why were you following me?” you demanded, your tone cold as ice.

A chilling laugh echoed through the alleyway. “My own assistant wants to kill her boss? Now, isn’t that a spectacle?”

“Shut up!” you yelled, finger tightening on the trigger. “I don’t care if one bullet won’t kill you. I can shoot you enough times to make sure you’d at least feel some pain.”

Sylus sighed before reaching into his pocket and revealed the necklace, the red beryl pendant glinting in the dim light. “You forgot your gift,” he said, his voice softening ever so slightly.

You stared at the necklace, feeling a sting in your heart that you couldn’t ignore. “I’m not worthy of such a gift,” you replied monotonously, “Give it to her if you want. And also, take this night as my formal resignation as your assistant."

Sylus’s eyes widened, a rare look of surprise crossing his features. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. It seemed as if he was truly, genuinely stunned, caught off guard by your decision.

I can’t back out now. You repeated it like a desperate mantra in your mind as you turned and walked away, leaving Sylus standing alone in the dark alley, the necklace still clutched in his hand. You were done with his games, done with being played. You were determined to leave him behind, until suddenly, he vanished into a puff of black smoke. Dark feathers floated in the spot where he had stood moments ago. To your shock, he reappeared behind you, his hand forcefully grabbing your chin to make you look up at him.

You struggled, trying to wrench his hand away. “Let go—”

But he silenced you with a bruising kiss, locking his lips around yours despite your desperate punches to his chest. He only pulled away when he felt your warm tears streaming down your face, looking at you with a gaze full of unwanted sympathy. Sympathy that cut deeper than any blade.

“Are you happy she’s back in your life?” you choked out, your voice trembling as you stared at him with tear-filled eyes.

Sylus responded with a hesitant hum. “I am.”

You inhaled shakily, his answer shattering your heart. “Then, why are you here?”

“...I don’t know.” His crimson eyes reflected the sorrowful glow of the moon peeking from behind his head.

“Do you intend to keep me as your lover?” you asked, forcing him to confront his true intentions.

Sylus took a long, agonizing moment to respond, as if wrestling with a tumultuous storm of emotions—the pros and cons, the rights and wrongs. Finally, he spoke, and his words were a dagger to your soul.

“No,” he said at last, his hand retreating from your face. He stepped back and turned the distance between you into a chasm of heartbreak. “It’s been nice working with you, Y/N. I’ll send you a year’s worth of salary for your dedication to me. This should be the last time we meet.”

The weight of his words crashed down on you like an earthquake, and the full reality of your situation made it hard for you to breathe. Yes, it was a gut-punch. You were breaking in half, your heart shattering beyond repair because the pain was too much. It was all too much for a person to take, and it twisted something dark inside you.

“If I can’t have you,” you began, your voice shaking with an amalgam of rage and despair, “then no one can.”

Sylus’s eyes narrowed. “Y/N, you won’t dare—”

“I’ll kill her,” you spat, your tone dripping with venom. Your vow was laced with a genuine resolve, as if it were a promise you had embedded in stone. “The next time I see her, I’ll end her in the most brutal way I can. I swear it.”

His eyes flashed with a sinister light, one eye emitting a faint glow like a candlelight in a dark room. “If you try to go near her,” he said, his voice low and menacing, “I’ll kill you first.”

A twisted smile spread across your face, and madness began to gleam in your eyes. Driven to the brink of insanity, you laughed—a wild, almost feral sound that scared even the rats hiding in the darkest places.

“Then, do it,” you challenged, the final thread of your sanity snapping as he raised a finger, and the tendrils of his black-red mist soon swirling around you and crushing your bones with its pressure. “You’ve already taken everything from me, Sylus. Finish what you started.”

SECOND PART

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The Dragon and The Raven Chapter 14: Warging Lessons.

Chapter Summary: Benjoct begins his warg lesson, growing frustrated at the slow process when his dragon princess decides to provide stress relief services. A certain person from the past comes to visit in dreams.

Tags: Smut, 18+ NSFW, angstishFluff

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Ben stared at his aunt and the lord of Winterfell before laughing, his cackles frightening the whole group. The only person who seemed not bothered by the young lord’s outburst was Jaesys, who, in turn, began cooing, looking at his father. Alysanne would have swooned at the scene if she weren’t so worried about her nephew’s reaction to their plan. The Blackwood lady turned to Princess Aemma, who was staring at her husband with slight worry but was trying to hide it.

After a minute, Benjicot finally calmed down.

“I’m sorry, but it seems so far-fetched; you want me to try something I have only read in books. We don’t know if I even have enough blood from the First Men…”

Aemma squeezed his hand, making him pause and face her.

“It wouldn’t hurt to try, right? Look at my family; we asked Dragonseeds to come and try to claim dragons to support us in the war… If my family can have magic to bond our dragons, why can’t yours have a different magic to warg into animals.” explained Aemma to her husband while caressing his cheek.

Benjicot smiled, leaning into his wife’s touch. She had a point; he just didn’t want to get his hopes up in trying something that could potentially amount to nothing, but again, just like the Dragon seeds, the outcome would never be certain unless he tried. Nodding, he turned to Cregan, letting him know that he was willing to try to learn how to warg.

Cregan beamed, “Great! Using a raven or crow from Blackwood Lands would work best because they will sense a familiarity with you.”

Aemma grew excited as she answered for Ben, “You can use my raven, Ben, the one you gave me when we started courting.”

Benjicot smiled at her, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek as he stood with Cregan. Both lads eagerly wanted to start the process, Leaving Aly with the princess and little heir.

After allowing a small moment of solitude to pass, Aly moved to sit next to the princess. As she finally allowed Jaesys to return to his mother’s arms, she asked how the princess was doing.

Aemma nuzzled her baby, smiling as he cooed. She turned to answer Aly, “Okay, there are days when I just want to wallow in my grief, but thankfully, Ben and Jaesys are always there to bring me out. Ben has also been amazing in being so hands-on with our son…truthfully it surprised me. As far as I knew, lords tend not to be so hands-on, but then again, many people also expected me just to hand my baby to a nursemaid.”

She knew the greens were surely like that; she saw how out of touch Alicent was with her children. Her mother rightfully criticized the green queen for that.

Aly smiled as she replied, “Ben was always excited to have children; he would always take time to play with the children of the village and our younger cousins; he had more patience than Davos.”

Bringing up Davos opened a wound in Aly; it had not even been a full year since her brother's and eldest nephew’s death. She knew Davos would have made an amazing uncle, adoring Jaesys with so much attention and gifts. He also would have enjoyed teasing his shy younger twin endlessly for wooing a Targaryen princess, but alas, fate was cruel in the form of Brakens.

Aemma smiled, knowing the ghosts of their loved ones were close; grabbing her hand, the princess and lady leaned on each other, quietly reminiscing about their families.

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As the days passed, Benjicot spent many grueling hours reading and practicing the process of warging, but so far, nothing seemed to make process. It was frustrating for him; he wanted to support Aemma but felt like he was failing so far. He was also growing upset, having to place most of his lordly duties on Aly and Aemma while he trained with Cregan. Both women didn’t seem to complain, but Benjicot knew that putting all the engagements to them was unfair, especially since Aemma herself was taking her lessons from her father, preparing for the announcement from the Queen proclaiming Aemma as the new official heir to the Iron Throne.

Rushing into his tent after another day of failure, he grabbed his cloak and threw it to the ground in frustration. Sighing from mental exhaustion, he sat tiredly on the bed, rubbing his hand up and down his face and trying to cool off. The rustling of the tent’s entrance made him look slightly up as he and his princess walked in wearing mostly red today. Warmth spread in Benji’s stomach; he always felt like this whenever Aemma decided to wear red instead of fully black. She looked gorgeous, and he was greatly considering asking a seamstress to make a dress for the princess that would have ravens and dragons embroidered just like their son.

As the princess walked in, she noted her husband's mood, quietly sitting beside him and taking his hand into her own. After a moment of the two sitting in quiet peace, Ben raised their intertwined hands and kissed Aemma’s hand. Smiling, Aemma turned to her love, raising her other hand to move some of his hair from his forehead.

“How was your day today?” asked the dragon princess, frowning slightly as Ben huffed quietly.

“Frustrating… I just can’t seem to grasp how to warg… all I seem to be doing is growing headaches,” explained Benjicot as he felt his frustration coming back.

Aemma moved closer to him, knowing he was placing so much pressure on himself.

“It will come; just don’t push yourself too much. I don’t want this process to hurt you; skin changing can become dangerous.” pleaded Aemma.

Ben shook his head, “I want to support you, be your eyes in the air; I want to prove to you and everyone how much I can bring into our marriage…”

Aemma kissed him before she replied, “Yes, but what good will come if my husband ends up injuring himself because he constantly pushed himself beyond his limits? Warging is a skill; you have magic in your blood, as I do, but the magic needs to be trained, just like how I built my dragon riding skills. I was born with the magic to bond with dragons and ride them, but I did not magically wake up with a strong bond between Sliverwing and me. I worked hard for years with her to build our bond; there were days I was too frustrated, but my father and mother both made me realize that forcing skills to appear quickly was not the route to go; it would have only hindered my bond and caused serious repercussions. So be patient, my love; your hard work will come to fruition.”

Benjicot sighed, knowing his dragon princess’s words to be true. He kissed her back briefly before separating himself from her and asking for Jaesys.

“Daemon has him, says that the Blackwoods have been hogging him for too long, and the boy also needed to know his Targaryen roots. His words, not mine,” replied Aemma as she stood from the bed, walking behind Benjicot and placing her hands on his shoulder.

Mischievous, the princess smirked, pressing her body to her husband. She began messaging his tense shoulders, causing the raven-haired lord to groan. Leaning to his ear, Aemma whispered.

“Besides, I felt you were going to be tense, so I decided to use this free time to release you from any tension.”

Benjicot blushed slightly at his wife’s words. Determined not to falter, he decided to play on. “Oh, and what plans do you have, wife? Will you serve me on your knees and-”

Ben sharply inhaled, seeing Aemma knee before him, and spreading his legs open. Aemma placed her hands on each thigh, squeezing them a little, making sure to keep eye contact as she replied.

“What a wonderful idea, husband. Let me serve you tonight.”

With that, she reached forward and grabbed Ben’s clothed cock messaging it and squeezing it for a moment before she freed it from his clothed restraints. She stared at it as it slowly started to harden and rise. Spitting in her hand, she grabbed his rod again, moving her hands in a circular motion and up and down.

Ben groaned, spreading his legs farther, allowing Aemma to come closer to him as she spat on him, squeezing his cock before continuing with her motion. Once she knew he was fully erect, she leaned her mouth to him, placing a kiss at the tip before dragging her tongue slowly down to his base and enjoying his loud groan from his mouth.

Benjicot felt like he was in paradise with an angel. As he placed his hand on Aemma’s head, he entangled his fingers in her sliver waves, tugging a bit, which prompted the princess to lick upwards before taking him into her mouth.

“Fuck Aemma!” exclaimed Ben as he felt her warm mouth around him.

Aemma smiled. Hearing her name coming out of his mouth in a pleasurable tone, she continued her attention to him, moving her head up and down and swirling her tongue around him like he was a sweet candy. She moaned, feeling his hands grip her hair harder, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. She begins feeling wetness pool under her.

At hearing her moan, Ben began panting, feeling his release coming fast like a train; as he tried to pull her off, it only caused her to suck harder, which pushed him to the edge. Letting a loud grunt, he released himself in her mouth. Opening his eyes, he moaned loudly, seeing how his beautiful wife swallowed every single drop. She looked so angelic, her purple eyes slightly hooded, staring at him. With a smile, Aemma released him with a loud pop, kissing the tip again before she moved up and sat on his lap.

“How was that for you, my love.” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Ben chuckled as he, too, wrapped his arms around her waist, dragging her body closer to him, causing her to grind on him. Both lord and princess quietly moan at the sensation.

“Wonderful, you are a divine, sweet girl; now let me return the favor.” He stated as he kissed her hungrily.

Aemma moaned again, allowing her raven lord to push his tongue into her mouth and explore the inside of her mouth. Still feeling mischievous, she lightly sucked on his tongue, which prompted him to growl in pleasure as he retreated slightly. Before she could tease him, she squealed when she felt him bite her neck. Her squeal quickly turned into moans again at feeling him attack her neck with love bites.

Gasping, Aemma began to grind herself on him, feeling her husband’s cock awaken again. She moaned, feeling him against her. As much as she wanted him inside of her, she remembered the caution from the midwives: she shouldn’t lay with her husband until 3 moons after giving birth. Jaesys was barely turning two moons.

“Ben, we can’t; the midwives warned against laying with you until Jaesys is 3 moons,” she whispered, although she didn’t want to stop.

Ben kissed her again before replying, “I don’t have to be inside you to make you find your release angel. Take off your small clothes; I promise I won’t enter inside you.”

Aemma, slightly confused, raised herself and did as was told. Once she removed her small clothes, she gasped at Benjicot’s stronghold, roughing, pulling her back onto his lap. She whimpered, feeling his stiffness nestle in between her folds. Ben placed his head on her neck, licking her neck and huffing as he felt her slick wetness coating him. Placing his arms around her waist, Ben began to move his princess, allowing his cock to slide in between her lower lips, savoring her moans and gasps.

Aemma closed her eyes in pleasure, wrapping her arms around Benjicot’s head as she, too, began to move and grind herself on him, enjoying the feeling of him sliding.

“Mmmhm, yes, Ben, just like that,” she whispered, for she only wanted him to hear how good she felt.

Ben, wanting to hear more, began to roughly and faster grind himself to her, grunting at how much wetter she began. She was gorgeous, and she was his, and he was hers. No other man will ever compare to him, and no other woman can hold a candle to her. They were made for each other, and both princess and lord knew that thought to be entirely true. They were always meant to find each other.

“Please, Ben, please..” Aemma began to plead, moving her hips faster, wanting to bring her release faster.

“Please, my love, I can’t give you something I don’t know.” Ben taunted, although he, too, was coming close to his second release.

“Make me undone…I need your release; I need you to bring me to ecstasy,” commanded Aemma, leaning her hips as she felt like she was going to burst.

“Go ahead, sweetling. I will never deny you,” assured Ben, groaning as he and Aemma simultaneously allowed their release to flow over them.

Both moaned at the sensation, holding on to each other until their ecstasy soothed over, panting. Both stayed frozen, smiling at each other.

After a moment, Aemma kissed Ben sweetly, playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. Smiling at the kiss, Ben caressed her face. Allowing each other to feel their love for each other.

“We should probably bathe before someone comes with Jaesys; I’d rather not see my father with our fluids still on us.” proposed Aemma, rising from his lap.

Benicot laughed but silently agreeing he did not need to give his good father an excuse to stab him. Taking his wife into his arms, he walked them both to the bathing section of their tent.

As the night progressed, Daemon finally returned the baby to his parents, wishing them goodnight as the young family prepared for bed. Jaesys snuggled in his bassinet, and the babe cooed in his sleep. Aemma snuggled into her husband, breathing in his scent as she allowed the realm of dreams to welcome her. Lastly, Ben, too, entered the realm of dreams. Two ravens flying around him welcomed him as one landed before him. Benjicot’s eyes widened, seeing the raven transform into his twin. His shock grew as the second raven flew down, Jaesys transforming out and landing in his uncle's arms. Davos smiled at the babe, tickling the baby as he turned to his younger twin.

“Look at you, snagging a Targaryen princess, aye,” smirked Davos, watching as Benjicot openly gaped at him.

“What, the dragon got your tongue, Ben? Close your mouth before a fly enters; I don’t think my good sister would appreciate that.” Davos laughed as Benjicot glared at him.

“How…what… how are you here? Where am I?” asked Ben.

Davos shrugged, placing his nephew back in his father's arms. “Not sure, this could be your dreams or the realm in between; regardless, the old gods have decided to be generous with me and allow me to meet my nephew; he's a handsome bugger, isn’t he…a proud Blackwood, he will grow into.”

Benjicot smiled, slightly agreeing with his twin: “He has Targaryen qualities, too; he has his mother’s eyes.”

Davos nodded; the Blackwood genes were beautifully enhanced thanks to the Targaryen's otherworldly beauty in his nephew.

As the twin brothers continued making small takes, Davos felt his time was coming to a close. As he expressed his thoughts, Benjicot frowned. He was not ready to let go of his twin.

Davos chuckled, walking to his twin and hugging him. Benjicot was always the sweeter of the two.

“We are proud of you, Ben; Mother, Father, and I are all proud. You will lead our house to glory. You will be the first in generations to warg, allowing our allies and enemies alike to see the true power of having the blood of the first men. Continue on your path, brother; you will be successful.

Sniffing, Benjicot smiled tearily at his twin, knowing their time was up. Walking away from the young father and son, Davos smiled.

“Tell your princess I thank her for honoring our customs and that her brothers are safe with their families.”

Ben gaped at the words. Nodding, he stared in awe as his brother transformed into a raven again, taking flight and flying away from father and son, with sweet little Jaesys cooing, his purple eyes following as the blackbird became smaller and smaller in the distance.

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moonyswritinq · 6 months ago

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I can’t wait to read your fics! Your writing is awesomeeee!

Can we know whatchu got in the inbox already plsssss?

(Btw I just discovered your blog but it’s so cooooool!)

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* REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR NOW ! *

thank you so much! it really means a lot to me to hear that <3

and for sure, I'll tell you what I got, in no particular order. I've written what the ship is, the form it's going to be written in—if it's decided (which can be subject to change if you have opinions on it)—, context to it and its status if it's started. I also added some projects that I haven't had requested but are working on, just in case you are curious about that (because I realised I had not updated about them for about a year, so sorry).

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Dead Boy Detectives

Charles Rowland:

Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — based on the song 'So American' by Olivia Rodrigo : finished

Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — reader is short and alive

Charles x male reader, oneshot — Charles pines for reader and doesn't know how to confess his feelings

Charles x gn reader, headcanons — just cute headcanons : just started

Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — established relationship, alive reader who is psychic/has powers

Charles x male reader, headcanons and oneshot — Charles with an s/o who is European (prob Italian)

Charles x alive! gn reader, oneshot — how Charles would react to Crystal and Niko's roomate (reader) getting hurt on a case

Charles x alive! gn reader, oneshot — Charles is worried the reader will get hurt if they help on cases, so in retaliation they stubbornly put on loads of iron jewelry to keep him from stopping them

Edwin Payne/Paine:

Platonic Edwin x sibling! gn reader, oneshot — reader has been wandering the earth as a ghost in search of their brother, and accidentally run across him in a small town in America : finished

Platonic Edwin x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — reader is a witch and Edwin does not trust them in the beginning, but they end up with a sibling relationship

Edwin x psychic! alive male reader, headcanons and oneshot — reader is the opposite of his partner Edwin; energetic, outgoing, impulsive, and often gives him ghost heart attacks trying to prevent him from dying

Monty the Crow:

Monty x gn reader, prob oneshot — non-native reader (prob French) that struggles with english and Monty thinks it's cute/reassures them

Monty x male reader, headcanons and oneshot — vampire gothic reader who shows affection in strange ways and loves to listen to Monty talk

Monty x gn (maybe male) reader, oneshot — painting Monty's nails black in a tender and intimate scene

Monty x ghost!gn reader, oneshot or headcanons — Monty goes after the wrong ghost

Monty x male (or genderfluid) reader, oneshot or headcanons — Monty has a crush on reader but feels guilty because of Esther's plan

Thomas the Cat King:

Thomas x male reader, oneshot — enemies/rivals to lovers where reader is more of a dog person so you know it's going to be lots of tension : just started

Thomas x ftm reader, prob oneshot — a fallen angel reader who got hurt and gets reassurance and help from The Cat King

Thomas x male reader, prob headcanons — reader is stoic and ace, yet not sex-repulsed, but The Cat King has to work differently to gain his affections than through his sexuality

Thomas x gn reader (or x Edwin), oneshot — a poor soul narrowly avoided Esther's capture and takes refuge in The Cat King's palace

Thomas x male reader, oneshot or headcannons — enemies to lovers with the Cat King and the Dog King (reader)

Thomas x mage!gn reader, oneshot — the reader is Edwin's descendant and helps out on cases, always thinking about the two ghosts and never about themselves. The Cat King notices this and helps them unearth some repressed desires

Painland/Payneland:

Charles x Edwin, prob oneshot — friends to lovers in a non-modern AU where they didn't die

Charles x Edwin, oneshot — Charles realises his feelings earlier and says he loves Edwin back in that scene

Edwin / The Cat King:

Edwin x Thomas, oneshot — Edwin finds himself paying a lot of attention to cats in London, though he hasn't figured out why, which is something The Cat King notices and decides to send him a little something to remind Edwin of him

Edwin x Thomas, oneshot — the rest of the Detective Agency find out about Edwin's relationship with The Cat King and chaos ensues

Miscellaneous:

Dead Boy Detectives x male reader, oneshot — reader has powers and works with the detectives on a case

Poly Edwin x Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — established relationship with fluffy moments between the three : may not be written (don't love poly but we'll see)

Dead Boy Detectives x supernatural!male reader, headcanons — the boys get a crush on the feminine presenting supernatural being and then finds it out he's a man

Platonic! Edwin x gn reader x Thomas, oneshot — part two of Runs in the Family, The Cat King finds out Edwin has a sibling and shifts his attention : may not be written (there will be NO incest)

Lord of the Rings

Legolas Greenleaf:

Legolas x male reader, oneshot — reader and Legolas drink way too much at a pub, ignoring any onlookers and opting to share a dance together : not requested

The Marauders

Regulus Black:

Regulus x ftm reader, oneshot — fluffy scene, maybe dysphoria comfort

Regulus x male reader, oneshot/series — academic rivals to lovers that resolves with a lot of tension at a Slytherin party : not requested, almost finished

The Maze Runner

Newt:

Newt x male reader, prob oneshot — Newt is very protective of reader, could be in the Glade or in the Scorch Trials or in the Last City

Newt x ftm reader, headcanons and oneshot — best friends to lovers and everyone in the Glade knows about them

The Umbrella Academy

Male Original Character, series — with a charismatic & overdramatic who flirts with everyone, multiple ships : not requested, but a long work in progress

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank:

JJ x male reader, oneshot — reader is a surfer and manages to impress JJ enough to get invited to a party, where they play truth or dare and silly things happen : not requested

Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes:

Sherlock x male reader (or oc), oneshot — reader is a genius, autistic, and a cat person, and help Sherlock with one of his cases, thus earning his attention immediately : just started

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

Obi-Wan x male reader, oneshot — part two of Caught in the Moment, which would be the aftermath of them finding out about Obi-Wan and the reader's relationship during a joint training session

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson:

Eddie x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — shy reader who needs to let loose, Eddie takes it upon himself to show them a good time and they really come out of their shell

Eddie x male reader, oneshot — reader stumbles onto Eddie's magasins which are bookmarked with people that look suspiciously like reader, so gay confession ensues : may not be written (original request too lewd so I changed but don't know if I'm inspired enough to write it)

hope this helps if you want to request something or just to see what's to come in the near future :) you guys have really put me to the test and to work and I appreciate it more than you can believe. if you cannot see a request you've made her then I will not write it, sorry (prob bc it went against my rules or was too sexual).

if you want to encourage me to write faster/more a good way is to read, like, reblog, and comment what I have already written. I loooove feedback and encouragement

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escapethewonderland · 4 months ago

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Lost Scenes Thursday! Get to know your favourite authors better. Show five scenes from either abandoned fics where you regret they will never see the light of day, or five scenes from WIPs where you are impatient to see them out there. Long, short, one-liner... it's all good reading. Tag five other authors where you are curious.

(feel free to ignore it though :))

Hello darling! ✨💜

I saw this ask and I couldn't resist because only my PC knows the amount of WIPs I have on it. I was very excited for this, not gonna lie so thank you for sending it!

Some of them will probably never see the light of day, some hopefully will. (fingers crossed because the procrastination is strong in this one 😂)

Tagging a few of my lovelies (feel free to ignore it though 💜✨): @miss-celestia13 @itsnotzka @julesthoughts @cassi0-peia @fem-moony @julcia404

So let's go ahead and dive into it.

Disclaimer: the majority of them were written in my native language so the translation is far from finished and thoroughly edited.

Also, this post is long af.

The first one is a small scene from the first chapter of what was supposed to be my PhilxMC Duskwood fanfiction. 🐦‍⬛

“A weird dream has been troubling me for a while lately” she replied quietly, still facing the window. A ruffling of paper, probably a page being turned and her therapist voice filled the air again. “Would you like to talk about it?” asked the other woman with patience and kindness. Nadia turned around hesitantly, resting her hips against the big window’s edge, hugging her elbows for comfort. She nodded, biting her lower lip while she recalled her dream. “It’s not always quite the same, some minor details change at times” Nadia started saying. “It starts with me waking up in a lush forest, usually barefoot and empty handed. In the dream, I know I’m looking for something so I start walking, watching every step. At times, I wander in the forest for what feels hours or days, with only a bird overlooking my movements.” Nadia began to walk around the doctor’s office almost unconsciously. “Do you remember what kind of bird it is?” the therapist questioned with a soothing tone. The girl shocked her head, long brunette hair falling in waves down her shoulders. “I’m not sure, it’s either a crow or a raven, I can’t really tell the difference” said Nadia, frowning her eyebrows uncertain. The doctor invited her to go on with an encouraging hand’s gesture. “Please, go on” Nadia squared her shoulders for the next part: it usually plagued her most recent nightmares and it scared her to death. “Suddenly, I stop near a tree to inspect it and at a closer look I understand why. There’s something carved in the bark, a sort of stylized symbol in the shape of a raven or a crow, but when my hands are almost about to touch it, a scream fills the air.” Nadia paused, rubbing her arms against the unexpected cold evoked by the tell of her dream. It was one thing when it was all in her head, she could pretend it was only a fragment of her vivid imagination and nothing more. Narrating out loud made it somehow more sinister and real. “I look around frightened, hastily trying to figure out where it came from and then I see it. A figure is standing there, near the trees, with a jute bag over his head. I can’t see his eyes but I know he’s watching me. And then, I’m running for the hills, the creature…or man… whatever it is, it’s following me at full speed and I can’t escape, I can’t hide, I’m like a prey counting the seconds leading up to her death.”

2. The second is an excerpt of an original short story I wrote years ago for a contest called "Dark Seas". I was one of the 3 lucky winners! 🥰 It is not published in English (yet) but here is a little glimpse of it (translation is unedited, it's still in its raw form). 🌊🧜🏻‍♀️

And then a sound interrupted that moment frozen in time. The piercing sound of the general alarm urgently shook the Leviathan’s walls. The man looked up to the ceiling, swearing a bunch of profanities. He barked orders like a rabid animal, his eyes setting at last on the lifeless body of nurse Michaels. “Clean this mess, start the evacuation procedures, NOW!” he ordered peremptory, but no one around him seemed able to move a muscle. “You’ll die, general” declared Seline coldly. The sclera of her eyes shifted color, slowly turning into a deeper shade of blue in stark contrast with the pale iris. “You’ll die alone and forgotten in the depths of the abysses that you believe you can conquer for your dirty deeds” The man looked at her as if seeing the mermaid for the first time. “The ocean does not forgive. This is a promise” murmured Seline, voice sweet as honey before parting her lips and singing a wordless melody. She closed her eyes, listening carefully to the sound of the ocean. She could feel it, right there in the distance, the chanting of the waves screaming for vengeance. The mermaids are coming, my sweet darling. Seline projected that reassuring thought to Eloise, and a sense of calm overcame her. They’re here.

3. The third scene comes from an old, abandoned story about ghosts loosely based on my old school and a dream. 👻

“Tell me. Tell me what you saw,” he demanded, eyes boring a grave look I had never seen before. The sweet lull of the water made the moment feel surreal. I was still grasping for breath when Garrett moved. He cradled my nape gently, the other hand tangled in my wet hair in a silent prayer. He should not have been this close to me, but his touch felt like a reassuring anchor to reality. I parted my lips, words struggling to emerge under Garrett's intense, worried gaze. I frowned before finding the courage to let the truth come to the surface. “Are you familiar with Charlotte, Charlotte Wrought? The only daughter of Darren Wrought?” I said, swallowing my fears. Garrett nodded, not leaving me or moving away even for a second. “She did not take her life. She was murdered."

4. This is from my beloved Teen Wolf fanfiction. I spent a lot of time on it, sweat and tears spilled while shaping the plot which spread through the first three seasons of the show. It was my comfort throughout a very difficult summer. Now it's just a dusty memory on my pc. I won't say what's going on in this scene, just in case I decide to continue it eventually. 🐺🌕

“I don’t want an evil person in my life. I adored the sweet Isaac who asked me shyly to help him out with chemistry. The same guy who held me the whole night like I was the only thing keeping you anchored to reality.” The girl lifted her head, looking the young werewolf in the eyes, a traitorous tear sliding down her cheek, “The same guy I cried for after promising to never do it again. be the cold, strong girl seeking her vengeance. You are light, Isaac,” whispered the girl, planting a soft kiss on the edge of his lips before turning around. “Even though now it’s tarnished, I know it’s still glowing somewhere. But I don’t want another bad person in my life, not now.” She stated softly, resting her forehead against the cold shower’s tiles.

5. Last but not least, a little tease from chapter 3 of "Do I Wanna Know?", my original OS currently published on Wattpad, Ao3 and Inkitt.

How many secrets can you still keep, Alexis? Derek seemed to direct the question at her, bold and wild. A lump in her throat blocked every word. Her tangled mind was powerless, unable to form any rational thought, overflown with images of him singing to her. “Cause there’s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow” he sang, taking his sweet time before meeting her eyes, fixated on her until the pre-chorus. Alexis didn’t dare to move a single muscle, like a snake charmed by the lethal flute.

Hope you enjoyed it! 💜✨🌌

#writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerscommunity #writers of tumblr #duskwood #duskwood phil x mc #teen wolf fanfiction #mermaids #romance #mystery

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kcwriter-blog · 7 months ago

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15 Lines of Dialogue

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Thank you, @broodwolf221 and @kierarhawke for tagging me in this. 🥰

This isn't going to be easy. I just started writing fan fiction and most of it is Solas stream of consciousness stuff in which my OC doesn't speak. So much of this is coming from my WIPs. Given that, here's an introduction to Theneras (Her name means Dreams in Elvhen).

“Was it prepared here? Because I am not eating anything that came out of that kitchen. I’m positive I saw a rat getting drunk on the bar. He had his own little tankard and everything.”

“No? I’m their bloody Herald of Andraste and they still butchered them. Regardless, I made a mistake and they paid for it.”

"“That was my choice to make, not yours!"

“How was I supposed to know? It’s not like he was wearing a sign that said, ‘Elvhen god planning to destroy the world. Under no circumstances fall in love with him.’"

“Ir abelas, vhenan, if I could add your grief to my own, I would."

“When I wake up, they will still be gone. I will still be the last of my clan. I will still be alone. Dreams offer cold comfort."

“I can’t talk about this. I can't even think about it right now. Why not just say no one trusts me and be done with it. Maybe that’s why I never leave home."

"There are always choices, Solas. You may not like them but they are there."

“I don’t know if I am safe, but I assume I’m not dead – yet. I have you to thank for that, I take it?”

“I don’t understand you, Solas. Do you want to succeed in your endeavor or fail, because I can’t tell.”

“What experience? If I want to fuck a carpet, there’s a perfectly good rug in my sitting room.”

"I don’t want to wake up alone. Do you?”

“And you thought a wolf was the appropriate response to a Crow assassin?”

“I never like your answers anymore.”

“That you still love me? No. That I still love you? Yes. I just don’t want to.”

Tagging, but with no pressure to accept (if you've already been tagged, my apologies. 😊): @arlathvhenan @an-established-butt-dent

#solas #dragon age inquisition #solavellan #tag games #current wips #wip #dai solas #solasmance

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dujour13 · 8 months ago

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⭐!!

Thanks Ash! A wild card, what a gift! 💕💕

I’d love to chatter about the Woljif parts of Wandering Stars—the parts where he’s running for his life in Kenabres in chapters 6-10. It’s my favorite bit of the story, drawing inspiration from my beloved Charles Dickens and Terry Pratchett. I read Dodger not long before writing it.

It was a little chance to echo Woljif’s thought in The Lark and the Crow:

A tiefling just can’t catch a break in this city.

In chapter 6 there’s a lot of rat imagery associated with Woljif as he finds himself thrown back to his days as a Kenabres street tiefling:

He scurried around the nearest corner into the gap between tenements, his tail whipping behind him like a rat’s, and crouched for a few moments to formulate a plan.

He even steals cheese at one point.

So that was on purpose. Sorry Woljif.

As for Alix. I limited it to just suggesting that Woljif had been through some heavy stuff, because the tone of Wandering Stars and The Lark and the Crow is pretty light-hearted in keeping with the azata path of the game. Besides, he’s sharp and has a strong enough sense of self-preservation to remove himself from anything truly unpleasant, so I don’t mean to imply it was much worse than an insensitive dickhead he hooked up with once or twice, but I did tag the fic with a couple content warnings for this little confrontation. Sorry Woljif.

While writing this I was stumped for a long time: I needed to intersperse Woljif parts with Siavash parts in these chapters, and all I knew was that he was on the run and going to end up cornered, but it took a long time to come up with what I hope are interesting ideas for getting him from point A to point B. The run-in with the Constable, Barnaby, and the scene in the Defender’s Heart only came to me very gradually.

I even remember where I was the exact moment when the Barnaby idea struck me. (I was taking a walk. That often seems to shake things loose in my brain?)

So what I’m saying is, from a stuck writer to any other stuck writers with a gap in the story that just feels boring, be patient, be kind to yourself. It will come to you.

My favorite part is with the Constable, it was so much fun and gives Woljif a chance to show off those acting skills he touts:

Woljif wrung his hands. “Ain’t you gonna take me in?” “What’re you on about?” “Ain’t you gonna take me in, on accounta the cheese? You know, clap me irons?” The watchman waved him off. “Don’t let me catch you around here again or I will.” “Please, Mister Constable, I gotta be held accountable for my actions. I ain’t never gonna change, otherwise.”

The other thing I want to say is I’m so excited about the plot twist in this fic, another thing that came to me while I was taking a walk. Must have looked like a madwoman out there in the forest grinning to myself. I hope people enjoyed it.

#thanks again for the chance to chatter #arendaes #wandering stars #my writing #pwotr pals

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the-dalseum-duet · 3 months ago

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gay people with nouns as names in a cult. this is hozier

FILTHY HOMOSEXUALS THEY ARE! BURN THEM!! AT THE STAKE!! GET THEM AWAYYY FROM ME AT ONCE

@svwhssftr mandatory cult member with a noun name tag

movement by hozier. i think that’s all I have to say. saw the prompt of “cult leader x their sacrifice” somewhere I don’t even know. doing something a little free-form today. a little looser-knit narrative.

update: I got a little carried away literally just letting Crow yap so. this is half gay and half just me projecting onto Crow because I think it’s funny

Blood danced in the divinely glistening saltwater, curling in almost enticing ribbons around Mako’s pale lips. God, it burned like the pits of hell, but it was the closest thing in Dalseum to heaven.

Gale was a sacrifice, sure, but he was more than willing to forsake his body for the unrestricted power of his lover. His hands tightened around Mako’s neck as he hauled his aching body upward. He tasted his own blood on Mako’s lips, its rusty, tangy sweetness melting into the water rising above them. Mako ran his claw-like gloves through Gale’s drenched hair, droplets of water speckling his drained face.

“Kiss me again,” Gale breathed, his vision blurring.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Mako kissed the fang marks left on Gale’s neck.

“You won’t hurt me, love.”

A second wave crashed into them as Mako sank his teeth into Gale’s exposed shoulder, the smell of blood inducing him into some feral fit. He brushed Gale’s wounds with his lips before lifting him from the water, sand rising into swarms of dust around their feet.

Gale lifted his quivering hand to his neck, the blood dripping around his neck glinting in the full moonlight. “Did it work?”

The blood staining Mako’s hands and nose reflected the deep blue of the ocean around them. His answer was another kiss. He lifted Gale’s unstable form and spun him in the piercingly bright moonlight, the thin shawl carelessly strewn across his bare skin soaking wet.

The scene was much less romantic when Mako recalled it to the members of The Order of the Fin the morning afterward with the unconscious, sand-covered body of Gale— or, rather, The Sacrifice— stretched across his arms.

“So, he’s dead?” The Oracle asked, prodding at the scabbed wounds across The Sacrifice’s neck.

“He’s not dead, God, no!” Mako explained.

“You took him out to the ocean just to bite him?” The Archivist asked, chugging his third straight Redbull of the morning. “Could you not have done that somewhere sanitary?”

“My whole shtick is that I’m, like, an ocean god,” Mako awkwardly said, stumbling over his words. “I thought it would be kind of badass, I guess. To sacrifice my lover underneath the moonlight in the ocean, or whatever.”

“That’s so fucking corny.” The Archivist blinked his heavy eyes.

“Yeah, in hindsight, it was probably lame.” Mako stared down at his feet and twisted his heel back and forth.

“He’s not ‘your lover;” he’s some random twink who just stumbled upon here because my pocket watch decided to act up,” The Archivist sighed.

“Who are you to deny our almighty Prince his affections?” The Oracle said.

“Yeah, you’re probably jealous of him,” The Archivist mumbled. “Fuckin’ predator, that’s what you are.”

“What was that?” The Oracle asked, narrowing their striking eyes.

“Oh, nothing,” The Archivist said. “It’s just a little odd that your whole job is to suck up to some guy who’s barely eighteen. Don’t you think so, Mako?”

“I’m literally a god,” Mako said. “Crow, that’s what worship is.”

“Who’s that?” The Oracle sharply asked, swiftly elbowing Mako. He nearly dropped The Sacrifice’s lifeless body.

“The… shit. Archivist? Is that what we decided?” Mako asked.

“I don’t even care.” The Archivist let his head slam down into his desk. “I haven’t slept in three days. I can’t feel my hands. I don’t know what words are anymore. I haven’t taken my meds since I don’t know when.”

“Look, I’ve performed miracles before—“ Mako started.

“Oh, miracle-schmiracle!” The Archivist exclaimed, slamming his fist into his shabby desk. “You’ve yet to do shit about my degenerative disease. Not even any miracles! Just, like, basic accommodations, man! This cult is not very inclusive!”

“I mean, you’ve never asked me to do anything,” Mako murmured.

“I don’t even have my T shots anymore! I sound even more like a prepubescent teenage boy than usual. My acne is somehow worse, and I seriously doubt you want to hear about bottom grow-“

“This clearly isn’t a transphobia thing,” The Oracle chimed in. “I’m still on estrogen. This seems like a personal issue of yours.”

“It’s because I’m Asian, isn’t it?” The Archivist aggressively pointed at both of them.

Mako and The Oracle shared a blank stare.

“How do I answer that?” The Oracle whispered.

“Don’t.” The Archivist realized his mistake after he tidied a stack of papers.

“I’ll let The Oracle take care of The Sacrifice with me today. You need to sleep, man,” Mako said.

“I can’t sleep,” The Archivist muttered. “Too much to keep up with. Now, I have The Soggy Twink or whatever to write about. What’s his name?”

“The Sacrifice,” Mako admitted, hiding his face in his robes in embarrassment.

“The Sacrifice?” The Archivist laughed. “That’s so corny, oh my god! And I thought it couldn’t get any more ridiculously queer around here.”

“Our names are reduced to our simplest role for ease,” The Oracle stated, shrugging.

“Still, The Sacrifice? What, is this some sort of cheap BL manhwa where the bottom has no role other than to be a pathetic hole-bearer? This is just fetishization, at this point. I’m not writing this.”

“What did any of those words mean?” The Oracle whispered to Mako.

“I don’t know,” Mako whispered in return.

“I mean, I understand that the genre of BL overall has a rich history of queer rights and women’s liberation in East Asia, but damn! It’s a little ridiculous, don’t you think? That this still represents us?” The Archivist dramatically spun around in his spinny chair and tossed his disgustingly pale hands into the air.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Mako said, passing The Sacrifice to The Oracle.

“Please tell me you didn’t fuck his unconscious body,” The Archivist pleaded as Mako dragged him from his seat. “Mako, please tell me—“

“He and I have done nothing remotely sexual with each other,” Mako confirmed, patting The Archivist’s head as he easily slung him over his shoulder. The Archivist did not fight back.

“See, look at you go!” The Archivist exclaimed. “Breaking stereotypes by being a freak and a virgin simultaneously.”

“And you’re not either of those?” Mako asked, beginning the trek down the stairs to The Order’s sleeping quarters.

“I’m a freak, absolutely,” The Archivist said. “And I hate to break this to you, but I have fucked your mom.”

“I don’t have—“

“Exactly!” The Archivist said, softly kicking his feet. “That’s the joke, nitwit.”

“You’re so funny,” Mako flatly said. “What would I ever do without you?”

“It’s kinda weird, though,” The Archivist said, “that your dads act like that. Like, my dad was off the walls insane, but at least it was interesting. Your dads are just horny. That’s, like, all that defines them. That must be so sad.”

“Mhm.” Mako was not listening to The Archivist’s rambling.

“See, I don’t want to write that. Anyone who does must be some sick freak with too much time on her hands. Shouldn’t she be applying for scholarships or something? Or going to bed. That would be good.”

“Sure.”

“You really didn’t fuck him?”

“Nope.”

“Why is he butt-ass naked then?”

“He had a covering.”

“I could imagine what was directly under it with little to no effort.”

“It was supposed to be dramatic and sensual, alright, man? It was supposed to be cool! A blood ritual is one of the most intimate things two beings can share,” Mako explained.

“Yeah, because me slicing your wrist open with a pocket knife was so intimate.”

“You just don’t know the power of blood rituals yet. Do you know how Charlie and Sara did theirs?”

“No.”

Mako laughed. “You don’t want to know.”

Mako kicked open his door as The Archivist stretched. “You’re letting me sleep in your bed?” The Archivist asked.

“You need somewhere comfortable, clearly.” As Mako rolled The Archivist onto his bed, he was sound asleep before Mako even rolled up his blanket to cover him.

He had one unhinged cult member taken care of. Now, he just had to reawaken his Sacrifice.

#Crow hijacks this and steals the show I fear #order of the fin #sillyposting #fangstitch #prose

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scarletslippers · 2 years ago

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I posted 2,590 times in 2022

That's 568 more posts than 2021!

210 posts created (8%)

2,380 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@flythesail

@winterlovesong1

@scarletslippers

@nacefanfic-quotes

@aceandnancy

I tagged 2,563 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#nancy drew cw - 1,504 posts

#nace - 1,241 posts

#nancy and ace - 1,103 posts

#nace fanfiction - 586 posts

#fic rec - 332 posts

#my fic - 262 posts

#writing things - 140 posts

#nancy drew spoilers - 128 posts

#nancy drew - 83 posts

#six of crows - 79 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#‘wow she’s so amazing and strong and i love her and she’s taking on so much and she’s going to crack soon let me help you carry’ it face

My Top Posts in 2022:

The Worthwhile Fight

Pure speculation for 3x13 based on the theory that Ace might have the last piece of Charity’s soul and spiraling on this promo still with @flythesail

The Copperhead pursues its final victim. Nancy only hopes she’s not too late.

Read on AO3

“Ace! Ace, stop!” Nancy jumps from Nick’s truck while it’s still in motion, racing to catch up with Ace as he proceeds steadily toward the Copperhead. Nancy can feel her heart thundering in her chest and rising in her throat and roaring in her ears.

She skids in front of him, into his line of vision, but his eyes are horrible. Blank. Empty. This isn’t her Ace.

Not that she’s even sure he’s hers to call her own yet.

“Ace!” She takes a forced step backwards as he proceeds, reaching out instinctually into the space between them, but still afraid to close the gap. “Ace, please.”

Her voice cracks on her plea and there’s a spark of something, a glimmer, a glimpse of him in his eyes again. The flame of hope blooms hot and bright in her chest.

He’s in there. He’s fighting.

Read the rest

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You know what the real tragedy is?

Coroner’s Assistant Ace having to put on his own lanyard.

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Okay so. I’ve been tag ranting since ✨feelings reveal✨ about how Ace holds space for Nancy.

(I mean, I wrote a fic that’s literally 20k of Ace holding space….)

And this big ending, miscommunication, fight, protect your love, scene is even more of an extension of this, and really shows his growth and his confidence.

Ace waits. He looks at this woman that he loves and he watches her try so very hard to continually hold herself together for other people. Because other people ask things of her constantly. So Ace doesn’t. Ace waits. He gives her space.

“When you’re ready to not avoid….”

And he does it again here. Sure, it’s partially fueled by his own struggles with self-worth, but he lets her do it.

Until a point. Because he sees her struggling, and it’s breaking his heart because he knows if she just trusted him with her burden, they could be happy - “I can help you carry it.” (He doesn’t really know the half of it, but still.)

He waits for a month, until he can’t let her fear hold them back anymore, not when “there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

But the way he goes about this: “Can I tell you what I hoped the reason was?” He’s still holding space. And she shakes her head because she knows what he’s going to say, she knows that he knows her. But she’s petrified, because how can she hide that she loves him when he’s talking about it like it’s a given. Like it’s fact.

And normally her he’d stop, right? He’d accept her refusal and give her that space. Especially when he was feeling low about himself. But his personal growth? His desire to a better for person for himself, for her, for them? It gives him the confidence to act on things he’s known about her and them for a long time.

He’s fighting for them. She can’t, so he will.

And her reaction only makes him want to fight more. Because he’s the person that does hold space for her emotions, he sees them, he recognizes them, even when she’s trying to hide. He obviously thinks part of the reason she’s running is because she’s afraid, (and on some level he’s right) but he can tell there’s a layer of pain below the surface and it scares the hell out of him.

He counters every attempt she makes to put him off, because he knows that this is what she does. She deflects. And he keeps giving her opportunities to tell the truth. “I don’t believe you. There’s something else going on here.”

“Are you in trouble?” Again, he gives her the opportunity to say ‘no’, even when he knows that something is up. She leaves that apartment fast, but those tears start before the door is closed.

I mean, look. It’s no secret that I am all about the Established Nace Agenda™️, and I will be rewatching The Scene for several million years, but S4 will be yearning, pining, feral Nace fighting for each other and I am here for it.

Thoughts on how Nancy will fight for them coming up in Part 2 .

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Do you ever just rewatch Whisper Box and think about how while everyone else is arguing about crash carts, and epinephrine, and supernatural vs. science, Ace is just holding Nancy’s head and neck to protect her and make sure she doesn’t hurt herself and staring at her the entire time?

Because I do.

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Now the other man that holds space for Nancy is Carson.

Carson knows her better than anyone, and it really shows in their last conversation. It’s a nice contrast to her conversation with Ace, because as soon as he gives her the opening, “If there’s anything else...you need to talk about”, she starts crying. Here’s the space for her to be vulnerable right now.

She’s been walking around with the knowledge that she can’t have the man she loves, fighting to keep him alive and she’s about to crack. So when her father, whom she trusts so much, gives her an opening, she’s going to take it. Because she can’t talk about it with the one person she really wants to.

There’s also a whole parallel here to Nancy choosing Ace in 2x12, compared to choosing him here and then realizing she can’t selfishly prioritize him and them over the whole town and going back on her choice. Given his reaction in 2x12, if he knew the choice she’s making, I think he would be proud. (Cut to Nancy asking more than once, how many people died in the tidal wave.)

Its so much. She’s been carrying this alone, for a month, trying to preserve this gorgeous future she got to see for everyone else, even if her own piece of it is gone. “In order to save the town I gave up control of my fate. And I lied to the man that I love to save his life. And now I have to spend the rest of mine paying this terrible price.”

Now Nancy’s still grieving. Grieving Ace, grieving her future, grieving the honesty and openness her and Ace share. Because even if she had chosen Ace, if they had survived the veil opening, she would have been wracked with guilt. And at some point Ace would have asked and she would have told him. So she made the right choice, and now it’s going to haunt her forever.

She’s not in a place to problem solve yet. And Carson meets her where she is, trying to provide comfort, but he’s also not entirely sure what’s going on. “I’d say there’s so much in life we can’t control, but there’s so much we can. And sometimes things aren’t as bad as they seem.”

Which is kind of a platitude, right? But he doesn’t have much to go on. And while Nancy’s remark is clear to the audience, it’s not super clear to Carson. He doesn’t know that this is an ongoing lie. That this is a forever lie.

Until Nancy compares it to Kate. Carson still doesn’t have the facts, but he understands the gravity. And the first thing he does is explain to Nancy that even knowing the ending - which in hindsight he does, and which, in the present, Nancy does with Ace - it was still worth it to fight. “I don’t regret trying. And I don’t regret loving her, even if it meant having to lose her.” It was still worth it to love her.

Now he probably could have been a little more explicit, but this is Nancy. And she’s being pretty darn vulnerable right now. So if he comes out swinging with a well-meant you and Ace are meant to be together, or just go talk to him, it’s probably not going to go well.

Not to mention that Carson, as a lawyer, knows he’s not in possession of the facts here, so making an argument right now isn’t in his best interests, or Nancy’s. He doesn’t really know what he should be persuading Nancy of. All he knows is how to meet her in her grief. Which he didn’t used to be able to do. But now he does.

Nancy is the one to bring it up. She’s grappling with the idea of soulmates, because that’s very much what this is, her and Ace. The writers are calling them star-crossed, and they are. But it begs the question, if you lose your soulmate, what then? Shouldn’t that be it?

But maybe it’s not? Because she has this real, personal, example of soulmates in Carson and Kate to look to, to follow. Now, maybe Carson uses the term soulmate in more of its colloquial sense, as a connection, rather than Ace/Nancy’s we’re literally fated (and now we’re doomed). But it’s simple and personal and lovely, and it’s the road map Nancy has for love.

So after Carson talks about how worth it it loving Kate was, how she was his soulmate, he has to bring up the elephant in the room. Jean. Because he’s not living life alone. He’s trying to find happiness again. Nancy doesn’t explicitly ask, but it’s implied.

So he sticks to to the question she’s really asking - what does this mean for me? What does a future look like if it’s empty of love? How do you face a future, knowing you’re going to live it alone?

And this is his answer: “I choose to believe it is possible to live a good life, even without a soulmate.” Which is really beautiful advice to give your daughter, when she’s telling you she might have to lose how you lost. To tell her that life can still be full and beautiful after loss and grief.

It’s devastating to hear as a viewer, because obviously I do not want to imagine Nancy being happy after Ace dies. But for Nancy as a character in this moment with her father? This is what she needs to hear.

And again it’s Nancy that brings it up. “Maybe we get more than one?”

Is she already looking ahead for a replacement? No, obviously not. But for the girl who has been “alone her whole life”, who has been left time and time again by people dying, often because of her, she’s terrified. She’s terrified to live a life alone without Ace, dooming him to death because she loves him, and being forced to live with that crippling grief and guilt the rest of her life.

She’s not looking for a Plan B. She’s looking for a spark of hope.

And Carson gives to her. Nancy asks “Maybe we get more than one?” and Carson says “Yeah, maybe we get more than one.” It’s a quiet reassurance passed between them. It feels very much like Nancy reassuring Bess in 3x07 that “goodbye doesn’t mean you’re going to be alone.”

And when he says it, Nancy crumbles. She’s devastated at the prospect of it. At the idea that she will lose Ace, will be forced to face the world without him, and will have to look for happiness all over again. She’s afraid. And she’s looking for something. Some kind of reassurance that her life could still be good. That it could still be happy.

But Carson ends on the call to action. He’s assuaged her fears a bit, and now he’s reminding her of who she is — Yes, Nancy, if things fall apart, your life could still be happy. But you still need to fight. You are still in control and it’s not like you to roll over and just let things happen.

It’s a call to arms, to action, that reminder that “you control your own fate. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

And she’s going to do just that. The whole ending scene in the cemetery was my girl. Blue roadster, black beanie, flashlight. She’s been knocked down, but not out. She’s going to remind herself of who she is.

And it’s going to give her strength to fight for the man she loves. To fight for his life, and to fight for their future.

See Part 1 for how Ace will fight.

Thanks @flythesail for her contributions to the soulmate thoughts.

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polurbehr · 1 year ago

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Omg hi thank you, I like these. Now I just have to try and remember everything about myself that could be perceived as interesting. I am going to overthink this. I’m also going to add a cut below because I type A LOT and I don’t want to fuck up anyone’s dash (don’t remember if it would but whatever). OKAY FUN FACT TIME WOO YIPPEE

I have a pet chinchilla. He is basically a round domesticated squirrel that eats hay and screams when he’s bored. I love him dearly.

My favorite movie is The Labyrinth, and it has been my favorite since I first watched it when I was 4. My current favorite franchise, however, is Saw.

My favorite food is Thai green curry, despite the fact that I cannot handle spicy food for shit. I need at least two drinks on standby every time I eat it. It’s incredibly tragic.

This year I attended 7 concerts, and in order they were: Waterparks, Pierce The Veil & The Used, The Cure, Tori Amos, Counting Crows & Dashboard Confessional, Fall Out Boy, and Ghost.

As seen above, I am an emo loser. I have a fairly eclectic taste in music, but my favorite artists other than Ghost are probably: My Chemical Romance, Jack Off Jill, Fall Out Boy, The Cure, Pierce The Veil, Rob Zombie, Ice Nine Kills, Get Scared, Nine Inch Nails, Peach Pit, and The Front Bottoms. I am indecisive if you couldn’t tell.

I tend to pick up and put down hobbies very quickly due to the curse (ADHD), but the ones that have stuck with me are making perler art, playing the kalimba, needle felting, playing video games, rollerskating, and writing.

I like to collect vinyl, CDs, Lalaloopsy dolls, (regrettably) Funko Pop! figures, and any cool shiny shit I find on the ground.

I was a dinosaur kid. Obviously. However, that special interest created a spin-off special interest- coelacanths. They are my BEST FRIENDS and I LOVE THEM and the only thing keeping me away from them is the fact that I can’t swim nor breathe underwater. God did this on purpose because he saw that I would be too powerful with my ancient fish brethren and he quaked.

I love emo, scene, and mall goth fashion so much. Sincerely, a person who only leaves the house wearing band tees and black skinny jeans because they are scared of people.

Other than Ghost, right now I am also hyperfixating on Moshi Monsters again. PLEASE MOSHI FANS FIND THIS AND TALK TO ME I LOVE MOSHI MONSTERS SO MUCH. IF YOU HAVE NEVER PLAYED IT PLEASE GO DOWNLOAD THE REWRITTEN GAME I LOVE MOSHI MONSTERS. Yay.

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Hello Crow, can I ask for Geralt of Rivia x male reader where as a child reader by saved by him after he wandered in the woods when he went to fish by a lake and was attacked by a monster? Geralt passes by and hears him yell for help. Maybe he's running away from whatever's chasing him but he stumbles and falls into mud? The monster can't smell him so he stays put, but Geralt can. When he kills it and reader gets up, he asks him where he lives and then returnes back to his family? Maybe he helps him catch more fish since he dropped his bucket when he was running? They argue a little but Geralt gives in because he can tell that it's important to him (because it's going to be his dinner) They get back to town a bit late after reader catches enough for Geralt too. Geralt takes him straight home and meets his family. They're poor, but they pay him with what they have because they are so grateful. Grain, coin... They wash his clothes for him and he leaves in the early in the morning. So early that reader never got the chance to say goodbye. Years later, they meet again. Reader saves Geralt and takes him to a tavern he runs in the nearby town and tends for his wounds in his single bedroom upstairs. He sleeps on the floor and keeps Geralt on his bed because he's the guest and he needs to rest properly. He never really expected to meet him again, so when Geralt comes to, he's pretty awkward and unsure what to say? He's really glad though. It's a sweet moment. They eat together, and when Geralt is fit to travel days later, reader tells him him that he and other Witchers are always welcome at his tavern. And he escorts him to the edge of town, too. He wishes him good luck on his journey and thanks him for saving him and escorting him back home as a child. Basically... Geralt making a friend? I know you love soft scenes with him so I hope you'll like this. Feel free to take it wherever you want! ❤️

Title: The Silver Onion Tavern

Relationship: Geralt x Child!Male!Reader

Words: 3324

Common Tags: Fluff, Friendship, and Food

Summary: On his way to Vengerberg, Geralt saves you, a poor country boy. He never realized how one act could make a big difference.

“Help! Somebody help me!”

Geralt’s ears tuned towards the desperate cry for help. A flash of movement caught his eye. Not too far off the forest path, a werewolf jumped between the trees. The creature was moving fast which meant that it was closing in on its prey. A scream rang in Geralt’s ears. His feet flew against the dry forest floor, rustling up leaves behind him.

“Help!” Geralt heard again. He was getting closer. As he ran into a small clearing, he saw you. Your shirt was ripped, leaving your shoulder exposed. Blood seeped into the ripped fabric on your back. Geralt inhaled sharply. The werewolf already clawed you. Your feet flung mud into the air. You weren’t much of a fighter, but you ran like hell.

Your right foot dug too hard into the thickened mud. Your bucket flew into the air, the remaining fish inside spilled all around you. Each one landed into the mud. Your hands grabbed at the ground. Your feet kicked away, but not up. Any traction you tried to get slipped away from you.

The werewolf dove and landed just twenty feet away from where you slipped. Its claws dug deep into the ground. Its nose snarled. Geralt got a better look at the monster. Where its eyes were supposed to be, two swollen, overgrown scars were. It was blind. Geralt switched his focus to you.

“Don’t move,” he told you. The werewolf’s head snapped towards his voice. Thick mud dripped from the werewolf’s nose. “It can’t see or smell you! Bury yourself in the mud and stay still. Do you understand?”

Your hands dug deep into the mud. You covered yourself in a layer of the wet, dark dirt. Geralt sighed in relief. You had great listening skills which more than he could say about other people he’s helped. The werewolf inched in his direction. It wasn’t enough. Charging at the creature would give him the disadvantage.

“Aye!” Geralt called the werewolf to him. The werewolf growled. On all fours, it sank just enough into the ground. This was it. The werewolf charged forward. Geralt readied his blade. As the werewolf jumped at him, Geralt jerked his blade up into the werewolf’s throat. The werewolf whined in pain until Geralt sunk a second, smaller blade of silver deep into a scarred eye. The creature ceased whining. Its weight dropped with finality.

As Geralt turned around, you approached his side. Mud smeared across your face and chest. Geralt cringed at the smell of you. You smelled of earth, fish, and worst of all, a pungent smell he couldn’t identify. Your clothes were ruined, but you were safe.

“Is it dead?” You asked.

“Yes,” Geralt said. “What happened? Were you trying to feed it fish?”

“No!” You yelled at him. Your breath shuddered while your empty bucket dangled at your side. Geralt put the pieces together on his own. He remembered when he was a little boy, too.

“You were responsible for tonight’s dinner,” he said, defeated. “Where’s your father? Was he with you?” You shook your head.

“He’s back home.” Your shoulders dropped. “My Pa’s sick.” Geralt grunted in the same way when he knew the universe got the best of him again. Since Jaskier and the Child of Surprise, children had a funny way of showing up in every job he took somehow. As if the universe was punishing him for leaving the unborn baby behind in Cintra.

You guided him back to your humble abode where Geralt identified the pungent smell he noticed earlier. Behind your house, a full and thriving onion garden grew. Chickens walked in between the rows, they pecked at the ground with tail feathers high in the air. Your now filled bucket of fish swung in your grip. The weight was heavier than you expected. Then again, you were also bringing home an unexpected guest.

The wood floor creaked underneath Geralt’s feet when he entered your home. Your younger siblings ran amok. Two of them chased each other through the rooms. Another sat quietly knitting by the fire. The youngest looked at Geralt with big eyes which caught your mother’s attention.

“Y/N, who’s this?”

“He saved me, Ma! I was fishin’ and then a werewolf smelled it and clawed at me.” You set down your bucket and used your hands to mimic your actions. “I was runnin’ and then I tripped in that mud swamp and then the werewolf almost got me and then Gary used his big swords and stabbed the bastard in the head!”

“Geralt, not Gary,” Geralt corrected you. “Sorry, he’s—

“I know. He’s mine.” Your mother laughed with Geralt. She turned to scold you. “What did I tell you about fishing near the Moonwater?”

“But Ma! That’s where all the good fish are!”

“Yes, but that’s not our land. And it’s too far for you.” Your mother shook her head, taking in the full dirty sight of you. “Go wash up right now before you get sick.” She smacked you lightly in the back of your head. You favored the spot until you disappeared into the next room. Another slender figure exited the same room. His frame seemed too weak to carry the same bucket you brought in. The lines in his face made him look much older than what he really was.

“Pasha, what the hell’s—oh. A witcher,” he said. His tired eyes woke up at the sight of Geralt. “What’s a witcher doing here?”

“Your son went fishing where he wasn’t supposed to,” Pasha explained. Her hand landed on her hip. “One of the blind werewolves smelled him. Almost got to him, too. Geralt slayed it.”

“You did?” Concern colored the man’s face. Guilt took over afterwards. “Oh, I suppose you’re looking for pay.”

“Lloyd, we don’t—

“Pasha, he saved our boy. We’ve got to pay him,” Lloyd said. Geralt’s eyes shifted around. They settled on the daughter in front of the fire who quietly watched the whole interaction. The daughter’s unmoving eyes unnerved something in the witcher.

“Actually,” Geralt began. “Maybe, just some dinner and a place to sleep for the night will do.” He already was hours behind where he wanted to be. The mission at Vengerberg was most likely gone by now. He thought of the turn of phrase with lemons, but onions soon returned to his mind. Bags of them were piled by the back door. Their yellowed skin peeled away and scattered around the floor.

“We’re just farmers. We don’t have much,” Pasha said. She pressed a bag of coins into his palm. “Y/N wasn’t supposed to be out there and he knows better—

“He’s a good kid, really.” Geralt gave back the coins. “You mentioned there’s blind werewolves around here. Did you mean an entire pack of them?”

“Ah,” Pasha sighed. She started on making dinner. She gutted, scaled, and cleaned each fish, she threw them into a pile. Soon, their meat hit a bed of onions. Geralt raised his brow at the creation. Pasha spun her yarn. “It’s an awful story, and no one who lives here now knows the actual truth of it. Some decades back, a sorceress was hurt. Some say raped. Others say the men of the town wanted to gut her. Then, people gathered together to try and push her out of town even more. She cursed them all into werewolves. When the wolves started to drag women and children into the forest, she cursed them again. Blinding them. Mainly, they keep to themselves far away by a lake where fish are bountiful.”

Geralt grunted. He remembered looking at the scarred remains where the wolves’ eyes should have been. No curse left something as ugly as that behind. That werewolf was blinded by a weapon. “They’re territorial.”

You sniffed the air nearing the witcher. Geralt almost flinched at your sudden presence. Your nose curled. “You smell.”

“Y/N!” Pasha scolded you. “He saved your life! Show some manners!” Geralt laughed. You were bold to say the least. Some people were a breath of fresh air. You were a punch to the gut with a laugh at the end. A punchline. As his laugh faded, he found your smile. Maybe, children weren’t so intimidating.

Dinner was served hot. Geralt’s soiled clothes were soaking in a tub. The family sat together at a large wooden table. It reminded Geralt of a tavern he knew when he first started as a witcher. The wooden was warped in some places. A large chunk of it was missing from the corner.

“Ah, you’re probably wondering how that one happened,” Lloyd smiled. He glanced at his wife. “That actually happened the night we met. It was a bar brawl.”

“Lloyd, the children.” Pasha reminded him. Lloyd waved off his wife and lowered his voice.

“One of your kind stood up for me against some sour-minded knights. One thing led to another and then WHAM!” Lloyd’s hand chopped at the missing corner. Geralt noticed the twinkle in your eye, remembering he once had the same look. You ate slowly, taking in the story “Once the head was rolling on the floor, the rest of them backed away. I got a little closer to my favorite girl and well, that’s how that one happened.” Lloyd nodded to you. Your father’s hand messed with your head, scratching you like a dirty pup.

“Have you ever killed anyone, Gary?” You asked.

“Geralt,” the witcher corrected again. “Yes, I’m afraid I have.”

“Did you chop off their heads, too?” You exclaimed a little too excitedly.

“Killing people isn’t a fun game, Y/N.” Geralt’s tone turned serious. Your mouth filled with fried fish. You chewed with your mouth open, all of your focus landed on Geralt’s words. “When you lived as long as I have, you see how little time we have here. Once you’ve killed someone, you carry that pain with you no matter where you go. Just like that scar on your shoulder. You’ll remember to listen to your mother now, hm?”

Your fingers grazed the new clawed scar on your shoulder. Geralt watched you digest his words. Before, he thought you wouldn’t have learned the lesson. No one really listened to him anyways.

“Ma, I’m sorry,” you spoke up. “I won’t go near the Moonwater again.”

“That’s a good boy,” your mother smiled. “Now, finish your dinner and wash up for bed.”

Geralt sat quietly with you and your siblings before bed. He traded stories of his adventures with quiet company that actually listened to him. With Jaskier and other adults, it seemed their loud presence bothered him. He thought a child’s company would be tenfold. Yet, he had four eyes intently listening to each monster story like they were just as good as a song tale a bard sang.

“Time for bed!” Pasha called out. A collective groan made Geralt smile.

“Do we have to?”

“Yes, you have to.”

“Just one more?”

“No, it’s late enough. Come on now.” Pasha waved her hand towards the respective rooms. You lingered behind, looking up at the witcher. You were much smaller than the adult who was at least twenty years older than both of your parents.

“Y/N! Let’s go. Geralt has to get to bed, too.” Pasha called out.

Your eyes lingered on Geralt’s face, but no thoughts came out of you. “G’night!” You shouted and ran off into the boys’ room. Pasha sighed, holding her head in her hand.

“Thank you again for saving him,” she said. “I know I must seem like—

“You’re a great mother,” Geralt reassured her. “Believe me, I know what a terrible mother looks like. He’s a boy. He’s allowed to be a handful.”

Pasha smiled. They shared the new silence together. The same thought crossed their minds, but it wasn’t spoken out loud. Geralt rarely spoke of his own mother, but he could see Pasha was grateful for the non-judgment. He imagined that her busy hands dealt with something new every day. It intimidated him.

Being a parent was much more than just feeding a child. It was feeding a child every day, guiding them, protecting them, holding them in their fears, helping them chase their dreams, and much more. It was scolding them. It was teaching them. It was trusting them enough to go out and find food for the rest of the family, and hoping they would make the journey back safe.

Geralt wondered if all of that intimidated his own mother. Was this why she abandoned him? It was almost a good enough reason why he abandoned the Child of Surprise. Geralt turned over in the hay inside the small barn outside. His ear listened for you.

Dawn came and Geralt shared his gratitude to Pasha and Lloyd. Lloyd walked with him into the heart of town, using his own coin to help replenish Great’s supplies.

“Really, you don’t have to,” Geralt commented. Lloyd tied a bag of onions onto Roach. Lloyd patted the back of the horse. His laugh was as light as yours.

“I don’t expect you to eat all of these,” Lloyd said. “But, they will fetch a good amount of coin if you’re going to Vengerberg. There’s a viscount there who pays well for these. He sends someone every now and then to buy a cartload of them. Whatever coin he gives you, take as a reward for the werewolf.”

“Thank you,” Geralt said. As he turned to leave, he thought of you. You were still sound asleep when he took his last look inside the small farmhouse. Knowing that your mother had her hands full every day, it seemed selfish of him to wake you up. “Lloyd, will you tell your boy I said goodbye?”

“Of course! I’m sure he’ll miss you.” Lloyd smiled. “He’s always liked witchers. Suppose that’s a bit of my fault. I tell really good stories about them.” Geralt nodded and went on his way. A quiet smile was his only accessory as he moved towards Vengerberg.

Years flew by like birds when Geralt found himself walking the same forest trail again. He reminisced about Lloyd’s onions, Pasha’s fried fish, and you with your bold statements. His stomach growled. As he checked his supplies, he realized he was surprisingly low. He rode Roach into town. Surely, there would be a decent place of food.

Buildings looked just the same as they did years ago when he walked into town with your father. However, one newer building stood out among the rest. It wasn’t too fancy of a new build. This tavern had character to it. The roof was the color of red rocks. The door seemed to be always swinging open and closed. People left with big smiles and laughter leaving their chest. Geralt spied the sign hanging above the door.

“The Silver Onion?” He said to only himself. A pungent smell entered his nose. A familiar pungent smell. He raised his brow and walked inside.

Tables were filled with groups of different folks from all over. Geralt noted a group of young knights, a pair of monks, two families, folks who sat by themselves, and a whole table of nobles who sat next to farm folk and poorer folk. He sighed, thinking there was no room here.

“Hello,” a young lady greeted him. She looked oddly familiar, but Geralt couldn’t place her face. “Just yourself?”

“You seem full,” Geralt said. “I’ll come back another time.”

“Oh,” the young girl tsked. She pointed towards the bar at the back. “There’s room over there. My brother would be happy to take care of you. Best seat in the house. I promise.” Her genuine smile was hard to say no to. Geralt weaved himself in between the tables. As he passed by, he noticed plates of potato stew, fried fish, and even a sweet dish with powdered sugar dusted on top. He settled into his bar seat. The stool creaked underneath his weight.

He scanned the bar noting that there was more than one type of ale here. There was also chilled wine, both red and white. A good amount of dairy milk with fruit to mix with it. Next to the kitchen door was a young man. He poured a barmaid a tray full of pints. This new tavern was popular enough to have more than one barmaid and more than one type of drink. He wondered why he hadn’t heard of it before.

His eyes looked around his new surroundings. Glasses clinked against each other. More food left the kitchen. No one here seemed upset or cold enough to start a fight.

“Hello, Gary.” The familiar name made Geralt’s heart warm. He turned his face to see you. Time didn’t mean much to someone like Geralt. He often forgot that others aged faster than he did. You wore a stained tunic. Your smile was still the same, almost the same as your father’s.

“Y/N,” Geralt greeted you. “It’s good to see you. You’ve grown.”

“I have.” You nodded. You gestured to the entire place. “So, what do you think?”

“Is this all yours?” Geralt looked around. Suddenly, the young lady’s face in the front flickered a memory. It was the girl by the fire. Your three younger siblings all stood out among the crowded tavern. Your younger brother and sister still ran around the room, but this time they weaved in and out of chairs, serving customers. Your youngest sibling cooked in the back. Geralt stammered. “This is…incredible. Congratulations. I’m sure your parents are proud.”

“Aye.” You nodded. “Wish Pa was around to see it.”

“Lloyd’s dead?” Geralt’s smile dropped.

“Yeah, uh, he left us five years after you saved me.” You scratched the back of your head. “He hated that day. It hurt him that I almost died. So, he pushed himself harder and harder to sell our onions. One day, it was just too much. He was a really sick man.”

“I’m so sorry,” Geralt frowned. “And your mother?”

“She’s at my house.” Your smiled grew tenfold. Signs of age rendered into your face. “She takes care of her grandkids while we all work here.”

“Grandchildren, wow,” Geralt shook his head. How time had passed. “You’ve done well for yourself. How did this all start?”

“After Pa died, I took over selling our onions. My sister is the real brains behind it all. She’s got a good head for numbers. Together, we sold onions until we got a better cart. Then, it was a small storefront. After that, we were invited to Vengerberg food festivals. And then, this.” You gestured to the tavern around you. “I only wish he were here to see it now. He dreamed of running his own tavern. You know?”

“Why not name it after him?” Geralt chuckled.

“We couldn’t. We sort of named it after you.”

Geralt was taken aback. Confusion and shock made his eyes flickered back to the front. Had he read the sign wrong?

“The Silver Onion,” you explained. “Silver for the werewolf you saved me from. Onions for the bag you took with you. After that day, things changed for us. I don’t know why people don’t like witchers more. After meeting you, our luck turned for the better.” You sighed. “Anyways, would you like to try our famous soup? Anything you want, it’s on the house.”

“On the house?”

“Anything for you, Gary.” You winked. Geralt returned your warmth. He didn’t bother correcting you this time. He nodded and gave another order for ale. You returned with a light amber colored liquid in a pint glass. The darker liquid in the oversized bowl smelled more enticing. Cheese melted across the top, and when Geralt dug his spoon inside, steaming, marinated onions covered his spoon.

You had only known him for one day, and yet here you were. Your faded scar on your shoulder remained with you, just like the memory of him had.

#geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt/reader #geralt x reader #imagine geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia imagine #the witcher imagine #witcher x reader #the witcher #geralt x child!reader #geralt x male!reader #witcher one shot #one shot #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt of rivia x you

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cinlat · 2 years ago

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Whumptober: Day 2

Thanks for the ask @dingoat and for letting me borrow Ahuska (kinda) and Crow (Rev, I can’t tag you! Did you change your url?)

2: Nowhere to run Corners | Caged | Confrontation

Word Count: 208 I don’t want to give away too much! haha. But, I really wanted to do this because this scene has been in my head for two weeks.

The weight in Fynta’s hands shouldn’t have felt as heavy as it did. The night air turned her lungs to ice, amplifying each wheezing breath in her ears. Moonlight spilled over the land, painting hills in silver and trees in the deepest of blacks.

“Just—hear me out, will ya?”

Crow stood with his hands raised while a monster frolicked behind him. Fynta couldn’t make the shot from here, not with a pistol; even with her augmentations. Her gaze flickered to the blur of fur as if flitted in and out of view. Crow took a step to the side, filling Fynta’s view again.

“You don’t wanna do this.”

Fynta bared her teeth as if she were the animal her name claimed. Like the one she’d come so far to kill. “You don’t know—”

“I do,” Crow assured. His hands never strayed towards his weapon, though he hardly needed that to make things more difficult for Fynta. There was a sliver of her friend in those blue eyes. “Believe me, I do.”

Shaking her head, Fynta tightened her grip on the blaster. She could feel him worming into her mind, his words making sense. She couldn't let it all be for nothing. Otherwise, why had she become a monster?

#whumptober2022 #day 2: Confrontation #fynta wolfe #werewolf au #ahuska #crow #thanks for the ask!#cinlat answers

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party-gilmore · 3 years ago

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(Tagging @darkfinch because replying to you is literally what gave me this thought)

We talk about the pejorative moniker of Eliot being called Moreau's Dog (realistically, probably even a harsher version fitting with the canine them, by the particularly jealous, Moreau's Bitch) and to that effect I 100% believe that Moreau was in possession of Eliot's old military dogtags.

That Eliot, the closet cheesy old-fashioned sap that he his, gave them over to Moreau in what he hoped was a casual, offhand, "...seeing as I'm Yours now, anyway" back when things were Good, when he felt okay about handing Moreau the reigns and saying "I trust you to use me better than my country did."

Then when Moreau let him leave he left, Moreau absolutely one hundred percent kept them so that

1) whenever Eliot thinks about or misses them, gets sentimental/guilty over being the only one out of his military buddies (if/when he tries to go to then to reconnect) he always remembers who he gave himself to instead

2) keeps them in a cute little display case on his desk for any face to face meetings so that Important Enough clients can see and know that Eliot is still Moreau's Dog, even if he's run away for a bit

3) when Eliot finally returns to him (because of COURSE he will) Moreau will have then as tangible proof that Eliot was never free, that Moreau always held the leash, and THIS time they will be displayed even more prominently so he never gets these kind of fool ideas in his head again.

...

And now I'm thinking about The Team finding out post!San Lorenzo (maybe while celebrating Eliot actually let himself cut loose a little bit because BY G-D he's EARNED this celebration, he's FREE! ((and do not get me fucking STARTED on that last scene where he's waking Nate up all early and crowing 'you're a free man, now!' like... like!!!)) so he gets a little uncharacteristically tipsy on fruity cocktails and let's slip that one of his bigger regrets was having to leave them with Moreau).

And Eliot's all growly later like "it is what it is, just leave it alone" and Nate's all like "yeah of course it's just a necklace we can't risk alerting any of his contacts and resources that are still out there about who we are until the heat dies down over just a necklace anyway let's all split up seperately and lie low until season four for six months"

Then Hardison immediately made a group chat without Eliot and like

H: okay but we're definitely gonna go steal those back for him right?

N: Oh yeah. Always were. (👍3)

Then in TLWDJ we get the flashback scenes of "What have yall been up to over the break" and Eliot's is he's actually been chillin' and laying low and cooking a lot, meanwhile The Team has a series of mid-heist flash cuts a la the Sapphire Monkey job in TBWJ as they infiltrate the still VERY heavily secured fancy mansion in [Redacted Jungle Location].

#also maybe thats the Eliot Reason he's always wearing that pendant #to simulate their missing weight #a reminder for comfort? or a reminder of penance #eliot spencer #eliot spencer x damien moreau #damien moreau #leverage

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 4 years ago

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GO Gifs Masterlist Part 2 :)

!!! Because Tumblr has a link limit in one post, the list is divided into two.

This is part 2, part 1 with Season 1 Episodes is here.

S2 Episode 1

Look at you, you’re gorgeous

Angel Crowley’s excitement

How much trouble can I get for asking a few questions?

Wing protection

Was it always this easy?

What are you doing here?

Gabriel grin

Azi is so done

Ahh, Gabriel!

Crowley reminding Aziraphale that Gabriel tried to destroy him

SO DID I

Crowley’s apology dance

No one will have noticed a thing

Detail of Crowley jumping from the chair

S2 Episode 2

Seems legit to me

Aziraphale finds out about the goats

Just to be able to ask the questions

Our car

S2 Episode 3

Crowley sits on Aziraphale’s chair with him

S2 Episode 4

Did you miss me?

S2 Episode 5

Smitten. You’re being silly.

I did not... care for it.

Wait and see

Aziraphale and Crowley dancing

S2 Episode 6

Crowley in Heaven

Crowley’s hopping in Heaven

S1 Opening title

Dining and flying

Good Omens logo

The flying saucer

S1 Deleted scenes

Crowley being cool and throwing his jacket on the railing

Disposable Demon wants to hit the angel

Crowley thanking the rats in the BT Tower

Aziraphale saves a baby

Parallels and annotations

Subtle clues about the switch

Miracles gesture system and wings

The Them vs. the Four Horsemen - sword, crown, scales

Crowley cuts across the lawn

Aziraphale and sarcasm

The empty flower pot

Aziraphale’s raised wing vs. piano raised lid

Wing cover - AC vs. Eve and Adam

Gardener vs. Nanny - Don’t listen to her/him, listen to me

Eve and Adam vs, Aziraphale and Crowley - Leaving the garden

Neil Gaiman at the cinema

Bentley’s broken door

Aziraphale vs. Crowley dancing

MS face at church - is he trying not to laugh?

Mary Poppins vs. Nanny

AC vs. Victorian swans

Crowley and Aziraphale travelling mirror reflections

David Tennant and Daniel Mays in Good Omens vs. Des

Spooked Crowley S1 vs S2

Excited Azi S1 vs S2

Gabriel and clothes S1 vs S2

Sullying the body S1 vs S2

Wing parallel S1 vs S2

Asking questions

Crowley remembers Aziraphale’s exection to Jim

Crows taking up while ‘Seems legit to me’

Collections and sets

AC yeeting things compilation

Crowley’s walk

Aziraphale using peculiar words and phrases

Crowley calling Aziraphale angel

Crowley stopping time compilation

Waving Aziraphale compilation

‘Destroy you‘ compilation

‘You are a demon‘ compilation

Fuck compilation

Sassy Aziraphale collection

Crowley’s walk in the church

Crowley and his old-fashioned phone

Pollution

Death

Famine

War 1

War 2

Anathema

Dog

Manips

Crowley realizes that he can’t call Aziraphale

Crowley taps Aziraphale’s shoulder

Aziraphale realizes Crowley came for him in Bastille

Eye in the clouds in Eden

The Moment

Janthony

Can I hear a wahoo?

Get this demon a wahoo

Gabriel is a wanker

Heart

Moving Leonardo’s portraits of A&C

When someone starts talking about books or shows

If you make a vow to shield someone

Boop Crowley

Fixed dove scene

Crowley angel flashback

I smell someone spending too much time on social media

My last two brain cells

S2 promo photo overlayed with the wing raise

Crowley hearts the S2 promo photo

Stop being dicks to each other

Would you still like me if I was a worm

Wing protection from S1 and S2 overlay

BTS:

(general tag for bts gifs is goodomensbtsedit)

Demons dancing

AC on the wall effects

CGI Bentley

Hastur and Ligur being awesome

CGI snake Crowley

Crowley in lines

Pepper and Brian practicing their sword routine

Production trailer: filming Aziraphale’s trial

Production trailer: Crowley, Tracy, Shadwell at the airfield

Production trailer: DT

Production trailer: Deeds

Production trailer: tied Aziraphale

Michael holding up “7” during the Apology Dance

Promos:

Crowley and Aziraphale prophecies

Newt and Anathema prophecies

Tracy and Shadwell prophecies

Gabriel prophecy

Dog prophecy

Adam prophecy

Pollution prophecy

War prophecy

Famine prophecy

Death prophecy

Poster zoom

Apple zoom

The End Is Nigh

Series 6000 in the making

S2 misty promo

S2 Through the Ages

Other:

Poster with rain

Season 2 poster with rain

Rotating poster

Interviews and events:

(general tag for interview gifs is gointerviewedit)

DVD Aziraphale’s world: MS - Aziraphale loves Crowley

DVD Crowley’s world: DT showing his flexibility

Production trailer: MS

Production trailer: Every day is a new discovery

Bts trailer: MS, DT and NG about GO

Doc Dream Dangerously: TP about his and NG fans

2015 In conv. with M. Chabon: NG about writing GO with TP

2015 In conv. with M. Chabon: About NG and TP planning GO2

2015 In conv. with M. Chabon: NG about TP and Discworld

2017 NADWCON: NG and RW about losing DT in burning Bentley

2017 FanExpo Dallas: DT about what he’d be if not actor

2018 NYCC: DT about their favourite bits

2018 NYCC: DT about finaly working with NG

2018 NYCC: MS about Aziraphale and Gabriel

2018 NYCC: DT, MS and JH being precious cinnamon rolls

2018 NYCC: DT, MS about AC love and gazes

2019 SXSW: NG about ghostly Terry in the back of his head

2019 SXSW: DT and MS making the devil sign

2019 SXSW: MS about Az. being like a comfortable old sofa

2019 SXSW: DT about Crowley and being cool

2019 SXSW: NG about getting Jon Hamm

2019 Puppies: MS about who’d he spent Apocalypse with

2019 Most likely to: NG MS DT JH about who’s a big softy

2019 Most likely to: JH tells DT that clothes look good on him

2019 Most likely to: David being a dork

2019 Most likely to: MS about DT’s sylphlike chest

2019 C2E2: DT about Neil’s approach

2019 Tim Ferris i.: NG about when TP asked to write GO with him

2019 Tim Ferris i.: NG about him and Terry writing Good Omens

2019 Tim Ferris i.: NG answers what people can be expecting

2019 Interview with nuns: Nuns on a tour

2019 TODAY int.: DT talking about being on stamps and licked

2019 TV Insider int.: MS and DT about Az. annoying Cr. with tricks

2019 TV Insider int.: MS about Az. and when he has no anxiety

2019 TV Insider int.: MS about DT as attractive nanny

2019 TV Insider int: MS and DT about playing each other

2019 AP int.: MS about Az. falling in love with Cr.

2019 AP int.: DT about Queen

2019 London Premiere: JH about more lines than in the book

2019 Graham Norton Show: DT impresses MS with welsh

2019 Graham Norton Show: DT and MS about a rude journalist

2019 Graham Norton Show: DT, MS and Thor fixing their jackets

2019 GO cast for IGN: MS looking like DT

2019 GO cast for IGN: WHAT HAS HAPPEN TO YOUR HAIR?!

2019 Int. with Sam Jones: DT about A&C being one originally

2019 Int. with Sam Jones: DT about MS

2019 BT interview: MS stole a few hearts

2019 Tribute to Terry Pratchett: NG about TP and IEMan scene

2019 Answers for tumblr: Adria about the best roommate

2019 Answers for tumblr: Adria about memeable material

2019 Dragon Con: DT about Crowley being cuddly

2019 Dragon Con: DT about rewatching Good Omens

2019 Dragon Con: DT about a favourite scene

2019 Dragon Con: DT about the deleted scene he wants on DVD

2019 Dragon Con: DT about Crowley’s swagger

2019 RHLSTP: David Tennant is the Scottish MS

2019 GalaxyCon Minneapolis: DT what if the Doctor met A&C

2019 Playing in the Dark: DT hugging NG

2019 Playing in the Dark: DT and Amanda swaying to the rythm

2020 SheenCon: MS on speaking with DT

2020 Live Amazon Int.: DT’s favourite line + comparison

2020 Live Amazon Int.: The Superfan

2020 Live Amazon Int.: DT on Crowley cosplayers

2020 The One Show: MS on what he got from Az’s bookshop

2020 The One Show: MS pokes DT

2020 DC FanDome: NG about working with MS

2020 Graham Norton Show: DT&MS about contact with each other

2021 The Late Late Show with James Corden: DT’s support

2021 There’s something about movies: MS doing DT impersonation

2021 National Television Awards: DT and MS hug

2021 National Television Awards: MS joking about DT’s award

2021 David with red hair in the Audience with Adele

2021 BAFTA Scotland Awards: MS very nicely about DT

2021 International Emmy: DT with red hair and flower shirt

2021 David on the GO S2 set answering question about ATW

2021 Blond MS about filming a movie and hair

2021 The Andrew Marr Show: DT with red hair

2022 DT and MS on the GO S2 set saying hi

2022 German ComicCon: DT about MS in a kilt

2022 FanExpo Boston: DT about TP in S2

2022 NYCC: NG saying S2 is quiet, gentle and romantic

2022 NYCC: DT and MS Zoom sketch

2022 NYCC: DT - I’m the Doctor

2023 EmeraldCityCC: DT confirming Queen for S2

2023 EmeraldCityCC: DT about his fav historical looks

2023 EmeraldCityCC: DT about JH being funny in S2

2023 St. Louis Literary Award: NG about JH in S2

2023 Basingstoke Comic Con: DT about his S2 fav moment

2023 S2 Promo: DT MS about fanfiction

2023 S2 Promo: DT MS about working very hard

2023 S2 Promo: MS talking about Seven during apology dance

(last updated 30.12.2023)

#good omens #david tennant #michael sheen #gifs masterlist #masterpost #gifs masterlist part 2

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castthy-nightedcolour · 3 years ago

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One- Shot: A Different Side (written as part of my series ‘don’t worry about a thing’ on AO3, link can be found at the bottom of the post as it won’t let me embed it)

Fandom: Good Omens

Characters: GN Reader, Crowley, a very annoying mouse

Warnings and Tags: snakes, animal death/ harm, swearing, uh oh we have a pest control problem, snake crowley, comfort , are they aren’t they

Summary: mouse traps, a skip full of rubbish and a broken down bus. not exactly your dream day, but your favourite demonic entity has a trick up his sleeve and behind his glasses to help you.

Word Count: 2778

Link to original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31055930/chapters/81050182

If there was one word to describe your mood, that word would be vile. Tiny little irritants throughout the day had built to a simmering anger:

-Firstly, your bus into town had broken down about ten minutes away from your stop, meaning that you were forced to trek your way to the shops.

-Secondly, your trip to said shops wasn’t for any kind of retail therapy, but was instead to buy mouse traps. Your usually serene flat had been taken over by a little grey rodent who despite any humane efforts, was refusing to leave. You weren’t usually one for violence towards any living thing, but the little shit was out staying its welcome and had most recently been seen taking a bite out of a loaf of bread.

-When you did eventually get into town, it seemed to be the day for the world’s slowest walkers to take to the streets. Everyone was moving at about two steps per minute and you, being naturally speedy, were constantly waiting for gaps on the pavement to overtake. When you did manage to do this, there would be a whole new couple walking side by side, plodding along at a snail’s pace. You weren’t getting anywhere quick.

All in all, not your finest hour. This all came to a head on Oxford Street, or as you liked to call it, hell.

Your brain felt as though it were made of jelly, your temperature was rising, and someone stopped right in the middle of the street to check their phone. Slamming right into the back of them, you immediately let out something resembling a howl before running to your side off down Old Cavendish Street, somewhere slightly quieter. You leaned against the nearest wall, hot anger bubbling within you for what at the time, seemed like a life or death scenario of you getting out of town with the mousetraps, but in retrospect was just the culmination of various shitty things.

The last thing which you wanted to hear was any sign that you were being perceived, but a teenage boy riding past you on a bike shouting an obnoxious ‘WAHEYYYY’ at you was enough to tip you over the edge. You bashed your head back on the wall, feeling acid tears of anger falling, pedalled down your face by your short temper. Then, another shout came towards you from across the street.

‘Y/N? Is that you?’

You were ready to push yourself off the wall to lunge at this person until your brain caught up with recognition. Tilting your head forwards, your suspicions were confirmed when you saw floppy, ginger hair bouncing over the street atop a leather-clad frame. The sunglasses perched on his nose brought you a feeling somewhere between relief and fear.

You and Crowley had a relationship which can only be described as ‘are they? Aren’t they?’

You sure as hell couldn’t tell if he had any romantic feelings for you, and he gave off vibes so mixed that they were jumbled by this point. People always commented on the electricity between the two of you whenever you were together, but you tried not to get your hopes up and usually just put this down to his magnetising nature.

He’d told you about himself, and you thought that he must have trusted you somewhat to be able to disclose that he was a demon to you.

Then again, maybe he was just overly confident.

In the state you were currently in, you couldn’t decide whether to run into his arms to scream, or run as quickly away from him as was physically possible.

Your body chose neither and just stood there, open mouthed and gawking as the tears continued to fall with no effort from your eyelids. Crowley examined you, peering over the top of his sunglasses to try and decipher the scene before him.

‘Don’t tell me someone’s upset you, because I will find them for you, Y/N’ he started, rearing himself up as he spoke. You jumped in.

‘No, no. Not upset. I swear. Just… pissed off. Massively, massively pissed off. Short fuse today, y’see.’

‘Oh. Well, I know all about that. I’m quick to anger at any given moment but then again, ‘s in my nature. What exactly are you doing down here?’

You looked to your side at the gigantic skip full of building waste, then down to your feet where someone’s puke sat. You looked back up to the demon.

‘It was a quick escape, one that was made before I slapped someone in the face.’

Crowley looked slightly taken aback, not expecting any expression of violence from you considering your usually placid nature.

‘Ooookay. Well, I won’t ask for details but, here.’ He leaned over slightly and brushed away some of the tears which were still running down your face. You could swear that you both stopped breathing for a moment as he touched you but then again, you weren’t in a fit state for rational thinking.

‘Thank you,’ you breathed out. ‘I’m all good, I promise. Just need to breathe.’ You gave a reassuring smile to the demon and noticed him looking down to your hand, holding a flimsy plastic bag containing the mouse traps.

‘What you got there? Looks interesting.’ He said, tilting his head to try and get a closer look. You brought the bag up to your chest.

‘Oh, mouse traps. There’s a little shit thinking that he owns my flat who’s probably currently in my bread bin. Thought I’d stop the problem while I could, considering there’s that saying about seeing mice. Y’know, for every mouse you see, there’s always another one somewhere. Can’t wait to clean that up!’ Your words had somewhat of a bite, being spat like venom.

‘Woah. You really are pissed, aren’t you?’ Crowley responded, half smirking. For some reason, this set you off again.

‘Yes. Yes, actually I am. Because y’know what? This day has been fucking horrific! I genuinely don’t think that I’ve had two consecutive minutes of peace since the second I woke up. I can’t relax because of the mouse, then there was the bus, and the walking, and the pain in my feet, and the twat who decided to check his phone in the middle of Oxford Street. Sorry, who the hell does that? I just feel like I’ve been left out of any plans that the universe had to let people go about their day without a care in the world. So yes, I’m fuming.’ You gave a huff before realising that you were now crying again. Crowley stood slightly dumbstruck, shifting his weight between his feet. You glanced off to the side, watching the shoppers propel themselves down Oxford Street.

The demon then spoke, his voice low and sincere.

‘Can I give you a lift?’

—

After what felt like a windswept journey in the Bentley, Crowley screeched to a halt outside your flat. Jolting forwards slightly, the plastic bag containing the mouse traps crinkled between your legs.

You’d calmed down quite significantly, but now felt a combination of complete embarrassment that you’d had such an outburst in front of the being that you completely adored, and absolute excitement that he’d even offered you a lift. This wasn’t helped when you heard him say,

‘Let me walk you upstairs. Check that you’re okay.’

You felt fizzy, and as the two of you trudged up to your flat, you felt as though you could lift off any second. As you unlocked your front door, Crowley leaned on the doorframe, peering in to the hallway as you threw your bag on the floor. You suddenly regretted this as when the bag hit the floor, there was a scuttle from under your bedroom door, and the little mouse took one giant sprint off towards the kitchen. You screamed in shock as the little bastard took itself away, and Crowley grabbed onto your arm. This made you jump for a second time.

‘Woah woah there, calm down. It’s just a little mouse, we’ll sort this,’ Crowley sweetly spoke, lulling your heart back to a slightly normal rate. You looked down to his arm resting on yours and couldn’t help but smile slightly.

Crowley had a look on his face which would have read from ten miles away as one with a scheme brewing.

‘Look Y/N, I’m going to do something here which I don’t do very often, and all I’m asking is that you don’t freak out,’ the demon announced.

You couldn’t help but make a sarcastic joke.

‘What’s that then, the housework?’ Smirking, you looked up at Crowley who glared at you through his sunglasses.

‘Fine, you don’t need my help!’ He huffed, obviously taking the piss but you couldn’t help but tease him back into good spirits.

‘No no, sorry Crowley. What have you got for me?’

‘Snake.’

You stood there for a second, trying to make any sense of what he just said and burning up slightly as you wondered if this was perhaps his way of flirting.

‘A… a snake? You have a snake?’

‘Yes. Well, no. Well… yes. Look it’s complicated, can I just show you?’

Uh oh. Maybe this was him flirting.

You thought for a second before hearing an almighty crash from the kitchen, and from down the hallway you saw an entire loaf of bread fall to the ground, followed by a small army of mice. Again, you let out a scream as Crowley slammed the door shut behind the both of you.

‘How fucking many are there now?!’ You exclaimed, turning to face Crowley who was now quickly shifting between his feet. He suddenly grabbed your shoulders.

‘Look Y/N, tell me quick, do you have a phobia?’

‘Of mice? I think that’s pretty evident Crow-‘

‘No, of snakes. Are you scared of snakes?’

‘What is it with you and these snakes?’ You laughed. The demon then stood dead still and stared right at you.

‘Stay still. Don’t freak out please. I promise this will help.’

Before you knew it, Crowley’s hands had disappeared off your shoulders and he seemed to disappear entirely from before you. Confused, you looked down at the floor.

What you saw took your breath away for what felt like forever.

Rows and rows of black scales suddenly lined your hallway, flowing from side to side as the form made its way towards the kitchen. This didn’t take long, considering the snake’s body seemed to run on forever, there must have been at least 10 metres of the creature occupying your apartment.

You’d never really considered Crowley’s powers before. While you were aware that he was a demon, this thought didn’t control your every interaction with him. He was just Crowley- your friend Crowley- your possibly more than a friend Crowley- your Crowley. Shapeshifting had never been part of the picture.

But it was so, so beautiful.

Moving.

And snakes were never your favourite but this was just something else.

Squeals of mouse terror came from the kitchen as a massive shadow rose up throughout the whole apartment. Crowley was sitting up on his body, his head pointed towards any mouse that he could detect and a razor sharp stare in his luminescent eyes.

Your favourite part of this whole scenario was laying on the floor in front of you- Crowley’s sunglasses, sans Crowley for the first time ever. You smiled as you bent down to pick them up, your feet planted to the spot due to the inherently overwhelming nature of what was happening. You ran your fingers over the frames feeling the heat that was stored in them.

There was something so human about the lingering warmth to the metal, but that thing that made it so distinctively Crowley was the fact that the heat never seemed to fade.

The floor seemed to move as the scales once again shifted, with Crowley turning round to come back towards you. Cold fear seized your entire body, despite the oddly comforting and protective energy of this gigantic creature. His yellow eyes were right in front of your face before you’d even managed to properly react to him moving towards you.

You blinked and the Crowley that you knew and … ahem… was standing in front you, a live mouse swinging from his hand by the tail.

‘Consider those rodents dispatched.’

The mouse in his hand was thrashing wildly from side to side and while you hated the little shits, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for it. You went to protest but no words came out of your mouth.

You’d just witnessed something- something that couldn’t exactly be described as a miracle but to you- maybe?

Crowley noticed the panic in your eyes directed towards the mouse and realised what he needed to do. The mouse disappeared in another of your blinks.

There were so many pressing questions on your mind, but you only managed to actually articulate one of them.

‘Please tell me you didn’t eat those mice, Crowley?’ Your tone was somewhere between intrigue and massive concern.

The demon scoffed, ‘I prefer oysters normally, Y/N. No, I didn’t eat them. I can assure you though, they won’t be back any time soon.’

Palpable silence hung between the two of you. You naturally seemed to hold out Crowley’s sunglasses to him, staring directly into the eyes which served as a reminder of his other form as you did so.

Crowley went to slowly take the glasses off you, but in a snap decision, you snatched them back. Crowley wasn’t exactly thrilled by this.

‘Hey, don’t play games with those. They’re my-‘

He didn’t stand a chance of finishing his sentence before you jumped in, with your subconscious mind taking a grasp on your mouth. Maybe this was a trick of Crowley’s, but at least some of it came from your heart.

‘Do it again. Turn back.’

The two of you stared at each other as a smirk took over the demon’s face.

‘Really? It seemed to terrify you, dearest.’

The cockiness in his voice only persuaded you to carry on pushing.

‘Not at all! No no, it was just... well it was a shock at first. Obviously. Like who the hell else can do that? But no, not terror. It’s intrigue. I swear.’

You made sure to assert yourself in your voice as your brain convinced you that you would never rest again unless Crowley turned back into a snake. It was almost like the sheer shock had morphed into utter obsession in a matter of seconds.

And maybe you just adored every part of Crowley and him being vulnerable in showing a new side to you? Well...

Again, you blinked and he was gone for a moment, before the black reptile rose up to meet your gaze. He hadn’t continued to question you.

The presence was unexplainable, physically so big in the space but even just the idea of him just seemed to fill up every corner of the place. Moving the sunglasses into your right hand, you tentatively raised up your left.

‘Can... may I? Can I touch?’ You softly asked, mimicking a petting action in the air. Somehow, Crowley let you know that it was okay, pulling your hand towards him with some kind of magnetising energy.

Your fingers lightly brushed the scales on his head and you took a breath so deep you almost triggered hiccups. The texture was confusing, it almost seemed like it was shifting forms by the second- smooth then rough, hard then feather soft, but still always cool as marble. You fully rested your hand down as you glanced along the entire body, once again filling up the entire hallway.

‘Crowley, this is beautiful. I mean that.’ You whispered, transfixed on what you were seeing.

Then, the unimaginable happened. Your hand which had ended up resting on the snake’s head suddenly felt warm.

Was... was he blushing? You decided to test the water slightly more.

‘I didn’t even imagine that anything could be so magnificent but, well. Here you are. So gorgeous.’

Sure enough, another flush felt through your hand.

‘Crowley, are you blushing?’ You giggled. The heat on his face then took another rise, this time enough to hurt you slightly. You drew your hand away instinctually, but with a smile still on your face.

This was now a day worth noting. The day that started with a mouse in a bread bin and some unfortunately placed anger, and ended as the day that you made a snake blush.

And of course, he made you blush too.

A new side of Crowley. One that you couldn’t help but adore.

#good omens one shot #good omens #good omens x reader #crowley x reader #snake crowley #good omens fanfic #reader insert

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What are your opinions on the whole "Cassandra is a toxic friend for Rapunzel" or "Rapunzel and Cass's friendship was a toxic one" statements?

so.

first of all, “toxic” is one of those buzzwords that gets tossed around on a lot in online spaces and as always with those, i think it’s important to clarify precisely what i mean. the formal definition of “toxic relationship” as phrased by dr. lillian glass, who coined the term, is:

any relationship [between people who] don’t support each other, where there’s conflict and one seeks to undermine the other, where there’s competition, where there’s disrespect and a lack of cohesiveness.

toxicity in a relationship doesn’t necessarily stem from abuse (although all abusive relationships are toxic; rectangles and squares, etc). sometimes, it’s just that two people aren’t good for each other, or don’t mesh well, or have other things going on that make it so they can’t do the work necessary to build a sustainable relationship. regardless of the root cause, though, all toxic relationships:

- create persistent stress, unhappiness, discomfort, anxiety, anger, malaise, or resignation, instead of creating joy,

- may catalyze or exacerbate mental health issues of people trapped in them,

- make communication between participants difficult or impossible,

- warp interpersonal boundaries within the relationship, and

- have a detrimental effect on attachments outside the relationship.

so with our term defined, do cass and rapunzel have a toxic friendship?

yeah.

but—and this is the controversial part of my Opinion™ lol—it’s rapunzel, not cassandra, who’s the toxic friend.

as i see it, there are two major problems here:

#1: rapunzel has no respect for cassandra’s boundaries.

one idea i see expressed an awful lot in both cass-fan and cass-critical circles is that cassandra isn’t good at communicating her feelings, desires, or needs and frankly... no. i used to kind of nod along with this, but i increasingly just do not agree that this is a general trait of hers.

consider her behavior in season 1.

in before ever after:

CASS: You can’t let Eugene see you!

RAPUNZEL: What? Why?

CASS: He can’t know anything about last night! I told you, Rapunzel, if it gets out I took you outside Corona, I’m done for.

RAPUNZEL: But I trust Eugene.

CASS: Well I don’t. [beat] My Dad will have me taken off princess detail. We’ll never see each other again.

cass states a boundary plainly and directly, and explains her reasoning so that rapunzel will understand why it’s so important to her that rapunzel keep their excursion a secret.

in what the hair:

CASS: Raps, I told you, we can’t tell anyone about that night!

RAPUNZEL: Um, Cass, I think the secret’s pretty much out.

CASS: Yeah, yeah, everyone know’s the hair’s back—but if anyone found out I was the one who snuck you out when it happened, I would be sent to a convent. Literally a convent.

RAPUNZEL: Well... I have to tell Eugene.

CASS: No, no, no no—as far as he knows, you... just woke up that morning with long hair.

RAPUNZEL: But Eugene is my boyfriend! We tell each other everything!

CASS: I know this is a lot to ask, but I can’t risk it. Please, don’t tell Eugene.

again, cass is upfront in asking rapunzel to keep this secret from her. she even acknowledges that she’s asking a lot from rapunzel, but her livelihood and home are dependent on this secret staying secret, and cass spells this out as clearly as possible for rapunzel.

then, when eugene tries to guilt-trip rapunzel into telling him the secret, cass cuts in to emphasize—again—why she doesn’t want him to know: “I don’t trust you. You have a big mouth,” a statement she backs up with multiple examples just from the week or so since BEA.

and later in the episode:

RAPUNZEL: This isn’t right, Cassandra! I have to tell Eugene.

CASS: No! Rapunzel, I want to trust you. And I trust that you trust Eugene, but I don’t trust Eugene, and if I can’t trust Eugene, I can’t trust you, and you’re just going to have to trust me. [beat] Trust me, that logic tracks.

the gag of course is that this is not an especially eloquent way of stating her point, but the reasoning here does in fact track: cassandra’s safety depends on keeping their excursion secret, and she doesn’t trust eugene’s ability or willingness to protect her by keeping the secret, therefore she is asking—really, begging, at this point—rapunzel not to tell him.

cassandra’s communication on this point is always crystal clear. she empathizes with rapunzel’s discomfort keeping the secret from eugene, she understands why rapunzel feels that way, and she repeatedly and clearly asks rapunzel to prioritize cassandra’s safety over her own discomfort.

and rapunzel refuses. in the final scene of what the hair, rapunzel checks to make sure that cassandra isn’t paying attention, then tells eugene the truth. his gut reaction is to cheer because oho cass is in for it now, and of course raps shuts this down—but she doesn’t care that she just betrayed cassandra’s trust. she’s just relieved that she’s no longer hiding anything from eugene.

now, we don’t get to see cassandra’s reaction to this, but cass is standing right there, and even if she didn’t hear rapunzel telling him the secret, she would certainly have heard eugene crowing about getting her into trouble. there is no way she doesn’t realize what just happened.

it’s not brought up again in the next few episodes, so we can assume that cass simply decided to let it slide. rapunzel doesn’t mean any harm, after all, and she got eugene to promise not to spill the beans. it is what it is. cass just has to hope neither of them tell anyone else.

and this brings us to the next time cass tries to establish a boundary with rapunzel, in challenge of the brave.

now in this situation, there’s no danger to cassandra. she just wants to participate in the challenge and she’s simply not keen on the idea of competing alongside rapunzel.

but... remember what happened the last time cass laid down a boundary with rapunzel? not just any boundary, but a boundary about something that was a significant and immediate threat to cassandra’s safety? remember how carefully and clearly she explained herself to rapunzel, how she pleaded for rapunzel to protect her by keeping the secret—only for rapunzel to glibly do the one thing cass begged her not to do?

in challenge of the brave, cassandra knows that rapunzel won’t listen to her stated boundaries even when cassandra’s whole life in the palace is at stake. and the stakes are not that high with the challenge, not by a long shot, so what does cass do when rapunzel tries to tag along?

RAPUNZEL: I wanna sign up!

CASS: You mean compete?!

RAPUNZEL: Let’s do it together!

[excited kid babble]

CASS: That would be fun... but I’m not so sure that’s the best idea...

RAPUNZEL: I’m brave! And I’m always up for a challenge!

CASS: But th- the thing is, the Challenge is by invitation only, so you can’t do it. Oh, man, ughh, rules are rules!

RAPUNZEL: Aw, okay. But you can always count on me to cheer you on!

first, cass drops a large hint that she really is not enthused about the idea of competing in the challenge with rapunzel. she’s clearly hoping that raps will pick up on her disinterest and back off on her own (and if rapunzel were more socially astute, she probably would, because cass is... not subtle).

but when this doesn’t work, instead of saying outright that she wants to do the challenge by herself, cass scrambles and makes up a lie to prevent rapunzel from entering. why? well, rapunzel didn’t listen to her when the stakes were “i will be sent to a convent,” so she has no reason to think rapunzel will listen to her when the stakes are “this is just something i want to do by myself.”

this happens again when rapunzel is making cass uncomfortable before the challenge begins; in contrast to BEA/WTH, cass is visibly uncomfortable being open about her feelings with rapunzel now, so she says “Why don’t you go find Eugene in the stands?” instead of being direct about what she wants.

now of course, all this falls apart when rapunzel discovers the lie and decides to sign up for the challenge at the last minute. cass reacts quite badly to this, with her frustration and hurt feelings bubbling up more and more throughout the challenge. but like, at this point, what is she supposed to do? rapunzel is in the ring. she’s going to be in the challenge whether cass likes it or not, and when rapunzel first enters, cass tries really hard to grit her teeth and be a good sport about it.

she just... can’t, because the challenge means too much to her. it represents her life outside of being rapunzel’s servant, and rapunzel joining in and effortlessly succeeding at things cass has trained hard for feels like rapunzel taking that away from her.

all of which eventually culminates in... this:

RAPUNZEL: Wait, stop! We’re supposed to be friends!

CASS: A friend wouldn’t be so oblivious, Rapunzel. You have no idea what this contest means to me! I mean, you’re a princess, you’ve got nothing to prove. To you, this was just a fun way to blow off a Saturday, but to me, it was a chance to show everyone that I am more than just your lady-in-waiting. And just when I thought I might get even the slightest bit of respect... Never mind.

cass spends the whole day bottling these feelings up, but when she does finally snap, she is able to clearly and succinctly express what her problem is. and though this isn’t explicitly stated, it seems likely to me that cassandra didn’t say any of this earlier because she assumed rapunzel wouldn’t care. when raps says “I respect you, I look up to you!” cass is visibly taken aback.

and this is super important!! because rapunzel listens. even though cass tried to brush off her own feelings, rapunzel sees what her problem was, understands her, and immediately offers her a true, heartfelt apology. this matters to cass. this is why she lets go of her anger, and why she’s able to gracefully accept rapunzel’s victory a few minutes later. she’s not just seeing that rapunzel really does care for her, she’s also seeing a marked change from how rapunzel treated her in BEA/WTH. she’s seeing a signal from rapunzel that rapunzel DOES care about her boundaries after all.

like with the BEA/WTH incident, this leads into the next time cass expresses a boundary with rapunzel, in under raps.

in under raps, the stakes are super high again: cass is a key player in a dangerous game of espionage with an insurgent who’s going to attempt to steal top secret information that would put all of corona in danger if it fell into the wrong hands. and cass is doing this on top of all her duties as a lady-in-waiting and a maid, during an obnoxious holiday that she’s not a fan of in general, so she’s pretty damn stressed.

anyway, at the beginning of the episode, cass is very open about how she feels about the day of hearts, and when rapunzel tries to “fix” this, cass makes her disinterest clear—first politely, and then more pointedly when rapunzel doesn’t take the hint: “I don’t have time right now. You two have fun though, okay?” → “Will you just stop, Rapunzel?” and, when rapunzel continues to push:

CASS: Look, Raps, I get what you’re doing, and I appreciate it, but I’m fine.

RAPUNZEL: Cass, no! Something is clearly wrong; you never wanna hang out, you keep disappearing, you don’t even want to beat up Eugene!

CASS: I’m dealing with... some stuff. Stuff I’m not ready to share–but when I am ready, you’ll be the first person I go to. Trust me.

here, as in BEA/WTH, cassandra has no trouble articulating what she wants from rapunzel. she doesn’t elaborate on exactly what’s going on, but she is upfront that 1) there is something, 2) she’s not ready to talk about it, 3) she’s planning on telling rapunzel once she’s ready, and 4) she wants rapunzel to stop pushing in the meantime. and... unlike in BEA/WTH, it seems like cass actually trusts rapunzel to listen to her because she’s taken to heart the way rapunzel apologized in COTB.

except... once again, rapunzel ignores her clearly stated boundaries. she’s too curious about what cassandra is up to to wait until cass is ready to share, so she follows cass and spies on her, taking the choice to share out of cassandra’s hands. then, despite recognizing that cassandra is not keen to be open about her relationship with andrew (rapunzel notes to eugene that cass seems “shy” about it), rapunzel decides to push for even more:

CASS: A double date?!

RAPUNZEL: Yes! They’re four person fun-machines!

CASS: Rapunzel, I appreciate your enthusiasm. I really, really do, but I- I’m not at a place where I wanna go public.

RAPUNZEL: Which is why I’ve come up with an itinerary of private activities for us.

CASS: [sighing] But we really aren’t that serious yet.

RAPUNZEL: No problem! We’ll keep it short and sweet, then!

cass is withholding some information here—but it’s information that really needs to be withheld. state secrets and intrigue on this level is not something you go around casually telling your friend, especially if that friend has a history of revealing important secrets.

that issue aside, though, cass is once again very straightforward here. she doesn’t want to go on a double date. she doesn’t want her relationship with andrew to be made public, because it isn’t serious. but every time cass draws a line, rapunzel modifies her proposal to “accommodate” the reason cass gives for saying no (don’t want to go public? that’s fine, we’ll do private activities. you’re not that serious yet? okay, we’ll only do a few casual things) instead of just accepting the no, until cass relents.

it’s also worth noting that when cass relents, she agrees to dinner—but rapunzel acts like she’s agreed to everything on the itinerary, plus a hot air balloon ride. when cass says “This double date needs to end now,” and “As soon as the balloon touches down, I’d like to be alone with [Andrew],” Rapunzel tries to protest: “But we haven’t even gotten to the tandem horseback ride yet.”

and finally, after all this, when rapunzel interrupts, putting both herself and cass in serious danger and enabling andrew to get away with the journal, cassandra has no problem telling rapunzel how she feels:

CASS: You know, after the exposition debacle, this was my big chance to prove to my Dad I have what it takes to be a guard. But you messed that all up, Rapunzel!

RAPUNZEL: Well, ugh, maybe if you had told me what you were planning, I wouldn’t have messed it up!

CASS: I couldn’t count on you not letting anything slip!

RAPUNZEL: Hey! I can keep things to myself!

CASS: Oh, yeah? Kinda like when you told Eugene about the night we snuck out?

RAPUNZEL: How did you know about—

CASS: Or when you told your Dad about those rocks I showed you?!

RAPUNZEL: I had to! He was gonna—

CASS: And how’d your mom find out who ate her last chocolate truffle? Hm?

RAPUNZEL: I turned myself in! The guilt was just—

CASS: Look, Raps, you’re my best friend. But you’re a sharer. It’s in your nature. And I’m fine with that, but you’ll have to be fine with respecting things I want to keep to myself.

RAPUNZEL: Even if those things have life-threatening consequences?

CASS: Okay, in my defense, no one’s life was really threatened until you showed up.

RAPUNZEL: ...You’re right. Alright, tell you what, let’s make a deal. I’ll understand you keeping some things to yourself, if you understand that when something’s bothering you, I’m gonna want to help. You’ve got my back, so let me have yours.

CASS: I suppose I can live with that.

notice... three things here.

first, not only does rapunzel not apologize, she blames cassandra for her own behavior. cass should have just told her everything from the get go—then she wouldn’t have needed to push, pester, and spy on cassandra to figure out what was going on and she wouldn’t have burst in and ruined the delicate sting operation cassandra was handling. in rapunzel’s mind, the problem isn’t that she didn’t respect cass’s clearly stated boundaries—the problem is that cass didn’t tell her every single detail about why she had those boundaries.

second, cass explains exactly why she wasn’t forthcoming: rapunzel has an established pattern of spilling important secrets, including important��secrets, including secrets that cass expressly asked her not to share with anyone. cassandra didn’t just arbitrarily decide to keep the truth of her “relationship” with andrew a secret—she made a reasonable decision based on her estimation of rapunzel’s ability to keep her mouth shut. an estimation informed by rapunzel’s past behavior.

and third, rapunzel offers cass a “deal” that boils down to, “i’ll accept that you have boundaries if you accept that i am going to push them.” (she phrases this in a nice way, but based on her behavior in this episode and in future episodes, it is clear that by “help” and “have your back,” rapunzel doesn’t mean “i will back off if you tell me to back off, but i’m always willing to lend a hand if you ask.”) and cass accepts this.

and... that’s pretty much where the girls stand for the rest of s1-s2. big brothers of corona and to a lesser extent freebird are other episodes where cass lays down a boundary and rapunzel disregards it either in the name of “helping” or because it’s about something she just really, really wants to do. and cass continues to get frustrated and have angry outbursts in response to this behavior, but it never, ever changes.

[i have mentioned this before but the argument that cassandra is a bad friend to rapunzel in s1-s2 because of how “mean” she is, how “cranky,” how she “snaps” or “yells” at rapunzel, or “bullies” her, etc—what this argument ignores is the fact that, with the exception of the time in BEA when she’s panicking over real danger, cass always leads with soft boundaries or polite refusals, escalates to harder, blunter statements when rapunzel ignores her, and snaps/yells/gets angry in response to rapunzel transgressing those more firmly-stated boundaries. cass is not the aggressor in these situations.]

#2: rapunzel can’t or won’t see the power she has over cass.

this disregard for cassandra’s boundaries would be a huge problem on its own, but it’s compounded by another: cassandra is rapunzel’s servant. rapunzel is cassandra’s boss. and not only is rapunzel cassandra’s boss, she’s also the princess of corona. she is a queen-in-training.

their friendship does not, and can not, exist on level ground, because rapunzel has a HUGE degree of authority over cassandra’s life, and at the end of the day... if rapunzel wants them to do something, cassandra can’t say no. her choices are “do what rapunzel says” or “refuse direct orders from the princess of corona.” cassandra is well aware of this—painfully so, at times—and rapunzel is not.

let’s talk about rapunzel and the great tree.

context: cass had her lifelong dream of joining the royal guard within her grasp at the end of s1. she had just commanded a successful battle against an army of automatons and played a key role in rescuing the queen from her kidnapper. had she chosen to stay in corona, she could have gotten everything she ever wanted.

instead, she chose to accompany rapunzel on her quest into unknown territory, and the king himself charged her with keeping rapunzel safe during the journey. she takes this duty as seriously as able, but she is undermined constantly and her efforts to steer the group away from dangerous, unnecessary detours are, without exception, ignored. and, because the rest of the group is composed of adventurous people less risk-averse than cass is (and without the burden of responsibility for rapunzel’s safety weighing on their shoulders), cass becomes the group naysayer, the joyless stick-in-the-mud trying to ruin their fun. even rapunzel starts to see her that way, brushing off cass’s concern for her safety at the beginning of RATGT.

this is not a nice position to be in. on top of the boundary problem that has been present since s1, cass is now under a lot of pressure, her friends aren’t treating her very well, and she’s stressed out and unhappy.

RATGT is when all of this comes to a head. adira—whom cass feels, not without merit, has supplanted her as the protector of the group, as rapunzel’s confidant, and as the voice of reason—tells them they must go through the great tree, even though a dangerous enemy (one who already almost killed them, and one whom adira has just admitted she was once affiliated with) lives inside it. cassandra says this sounds like a bad idea to her, and once again, rapunzel overrules her advice.

they enter the tree. adira reveals that the tree once belonged to zhan tiri, and although she assures them the tree is harmless, they still end up in mortal peril twice: first because of the withering incantation, and second because of the giant carnivorous flower that tries to eat eugene, lance, pascal, and maximus. they press on, and after an exhausting hike, they make it to the top of the great tree. adira suggests they camp for the night, cass says no way, that’s a terrible idea. and... well:

RAPUNZEL: Cass... We could use the rest.

CASS: Rapunzel, this place almost got us killed an hour ago.

ADIRA: And thankfully, I was there to prevent it.

CASS: You stay out of this, Adira!

ADIRA: I think you should calm down.

CASS: You know what I think? I think you’re playing us. I think you led us here on purpose, and for some sick reason, you wanted Rapunzel to find that incantation and read it.

RAPUNZEL: Come on, Cass, listen to yourself—

CASS: Rapunzel, I’m telling you right now, we need to get out of this tree, but more importantly, we need to lose Adira before she gets us all killed.

RAPUNZEL: I can’t do that, Cass.

CASS: What do you mean you ‘can’t do that’? Of course you can! Are you that obliviously naive that you can’t see—

RAPUNZEL: ENOUGH, Cassandra! No one is getting rid of anyone! Is that clear?

CASS: ...Yes, Your Highness. I’ll keep first watch.

now... this is absolutely not cassandra’s finest moment. she’s upset and acting paranoid and yelling at adira because she’s exhausted, she was drained by the withering incantation an hour ago, and this is six months of frustration and unhappiness all coming to a boil at the worst possible moment. and this is not rapunzel’s finest moment either, because she’s also exhausted and stressed and reacting emotionally to cass’s outburst. neither of them behave well in this argument.

but the key thing to takeaway here is not that they’re both acting irrational and distraught, but that this is the moment when the other shoe drops.

rapunzel is a princess who grew up powerless. not only is she unaccustomed to wielding power, she barely grasps that she has it at all. and while cassandra, her servant, is keenly aware of the class chasm between herself and rapunzel, rapunzel’s ignorance of it—or at least, willingness to ignore it—enabled them to become close friends. it gave cass a level of comfort with rapunzel, and once they were outside of corona, those boundaries got fuzzier.

until rapunzel pulls rank during this argument.

when rapunzel screams “ENOUGH, Cassandra!” the whole group is visibly shocked and uncomfortable. lance even grimaces. cassandra lets go of rapunzel’s arm and retreats like she’s been stung. no one says anything, no one steps up to defend her—not because she’s in the wrong, but because she crossed the line and directly challenged rapunzel’s authority. and she can’t do that, because rapunzel is the princess, and cass is her servant. and rapunzel is willing to use that authority to shut her down.

that is what makes this moment so painful for cass. when push came to shove, rapunzel treated her like a servant, not a friend.

but rapunzel... doesn’t understand this. she’s confused about why cass got upset and why cass reacted the way she did during the argument. so when she goes to try to patch things up, she doesn’t actually apologize, and she completely misses the core of why cass is hurt:

RAPUNZEL: So... Earlier. That got awkward, huh?

CASS: Huh. Which part?

RAPUNZEL: I know it’s been an unusual day...

CASS: You know it’s not just about Adira, right? I mean, she’s a jerk, and I can’t stand her, but it’s just... Since when did you stop trusting my judgment?

RAPUNZEL: Cass. You are the closest thing that I will ever have to a big sister, but I’m not that naive girl fresh out of the tower anymore. I am going to be queen someday, and I can promise you I’m going to make decisions that you’re going to disagree with. And I need you to be okay with that. ...Well... I better get some rest. I’m on the next shift.

rapunzel doesn’t just not apologize for pulling rank while shouting cass down in front of their friends. she tells cass i am the queen, i will make decisions you don’t like, you need to be okay with that. and i think it’s worth noting that this is how cass reacts:

cass sort of slumps while rapunzel is talking, but when rapunzel says “I need you to be okay with that,” cassandra pulls herself up, squeezes her eyes shut, and takes a deep breath. and then she makes herself smile.

it’s not a happy smile. it’s not a cheered-up, feeling-better smile. this is the smile of a woman who just opened up to her best friend about one of her deepest insecurities and got told that her feelings don’t matter, her friend is the queen and she just needs to deal with it. so that’s what cass is doing here: she’s sucking it up and dealing with it.

is this the message rapunzel wanted to send? no. but what rapunzel doesn’t get is that her friendship with cass doesn’t exist separately from her relationship with cass as a queen to her servant. any pretense that it could shattered the instant she pulled rank. so while rapunzel is trying to speak as one friend to another here, cassandra responds as a servant.

and now let’s talk about rapunzel: day one.

cass, of course, gets burnt in the great tree, but that in and of itself doesn’t have anything to do with the question of whether this friendship is toxic or not. the only thing to bear in mind is that, while using the incantation during the battle in the great tree, rapunzel says two things to cassandra: “I got this, Cass, go!” and: “I can’t... control it!”

this is important because, in RDO, rapunzel only remembers (or acknowledges) the first of those statements. it’s possible that she genuinely forgot admitting she couldn’t break herself out of the incantation, and it’s possible that she’s selectively choosing to focus on telling cass that she was fine and to get out of the tree as a way of alleviating the guilt she feels. which one is not really important. what is important is this:

rapunzel blames cass for getting injured in the great tree.

in fact, she’s is angry at cassandra for getting injured in the great tree.

RAPUNZEL: I get why Cass is mad at me. She told me not to use the decay spell back at the Great Tree, and I did, and she hurt her hand. But if she had just listened to me and stayed out of it, this all could have been avoided! And I feel like we could work things out, but she refuses to talk about it! [...] I’ve gotta find a way to get her to talk to me.

and

RAPUNZEL: It’s okay if you’re mad at me. I’m mad at you too. I told you that I had it under control, and you didn’t listen.

so... this is the dynamic at play here.

first, rapunzel constantly disregards cassandra’s boundaries in general. cass knows this.

second, rapunzel insists that it’s all cassandra’s fault that she got injured, because rapunzel either doesn’t remember or won’t acknowledge that her saying “I can’t control it” is what prompted cassandra to grab her.

third, immediately before cass was injured, rapunzel pulled rank to shut cassandra down in an argument, shouting at and humiliating her in front of their friends. a few minutes later, when cass opened up about her hurt feelings and insecurities, rapunzel reiterated that she is in charge, and cass just needs to “be okay” with that.

and fourth, rapunzel is making cassandra’s pain—her physical pain, and her hurt and angry feelings about having been horrifically injured by her best friend—all about rapunzel. rapunzel wants to talk things out so everything can be okay again and she can stop feeling guilty about what she did to cass, and the fact that cass isn’t ready to talk about it doesn’t matter because rapunzel wants to talk about it NOW.

[sidebar: “We can’t just push this aside and forget it like it never happened!” lmao season three would like to have a word with you.]

what... exactly is cass supposed to do here?

if she says she doesn’t want to talk about it, rapunzel will pester and prod and wheedle her until she snaps. if she gives rapunzel the cold shoulder, as it’s implied she’s been doing, rapunzel will manufacture a situation where it’s just the two of them alone together so she can back cass into a corner and make her talk about it. if she does what rapunzel told her to do—i.e., be okay with decisions rapunzel makes as queen—by saying things like “Look, if you feel that way, then it’s fine. We’re good,” rapunzel will refuse to accept that and continue to bug her.

and if rapunzel, her boss, the princess, has decided that the fault for cass’s injury lies on cassandra’s shoulders... and if the last time cass opened up about her feelings with rapunzel, rapunzel effectively told her to just deal with it... why would cass want to subject herself to this conversation?

she literally does not have a single good option here. every choice available to her sucks.

i think this is why we don’t hear rapunzel apologize at the end of RDO; why the resolution is cass saying “i’m still angry, but i’ll get over it.” she’s still doing what rapunzel told her to do in the great tree: trying her best to suck up her feelings and be okay with rapunzel’s decision.

i don’t think cass is lying at the end of RDO. she really does feel sorry for using the wand, she really does intend to get over her anger. but i also think she is holding a lot of stuff back because she no longer feels safe expressing her true feelings around rapunzel. this is not s1 cass, who was comfortable spontaneously expressing and explaining her boundaries and frustration and pain to rapunzel. this is a cass who has learned that her feelings don’t matter to rapunzel, not really. that rapunzel is more invested in “getting along” than in actually making sure cassandra feels better.

so she turtles up and toes that line as much as she is able.

and that is where the toxicity in their friendship comes from.

rapunzel means well. god bless her, she really, truly does. and she really, truly loves cass with all her heart. all she wants is for cassandra to be happy. absolutely none of her behavior towards cass is malicious or intentionally cruel.

but she is a nineteen year old who was raised by an abusive, narcissistic kidnapper and was then, less than a week after escaping that environment, dumped into a position of enormous authority with zero preparation. she doesn’t know how to have healthy relationships. her relationship with eugene is healthy because eugene is an easy-going, well-adjusted guy who is on equal footing with her and who doesn’t have any qualms about letting her in on his private thoughts or feelings and who is both willing and able to gently help her correct course when she inadvertently veers into yikes territory.

but cassandra has baggage and the hard personal boundaries that come with it. and cassandra is rapunzel’s servant, with all the restriction and limits that implies. for rapunzel, trying to be cassandra’s friend is like trying to climb a mountain when she’s just barely learnt how to crawl. she has no fucking clue what she’s doing and she is not equipped to handle it.

i think cassandra gets this, and that’s why she gives rapunzel so many chances, why in s1 she tries so hard to help rapunzel understand where she’s coming from. but it doesn’t get better—in fact, it gets worse. (a lifetime of behaviors absorbed from your abusive “mother” do not disappear in a year’s time.) and it destroys cassandra’s mental health, makes her miserable, leads her to repress her feelings more and more throughout the tail end of s2, and leaves her wide open for zhan tiri to take advantage of in the shell house.

at the same time, the very fact that none of this is intentional or malicious on rapunzel’s part means that this is a relationship that can be repaired. rapunzel understands cass a lot better in s3, and she’s made huge strides in healing from gothel’s abuse. the whole moonstone/zhan tiri debacle ends up being a giant reset button on their relationship: they still love each other deeply, but they’re effectively starting over from scratch, and they’ll be taking it slowly by dint of cassandra leaving corona. their only contact will be via letters for the foreseeable future, which will (a) give cass time to get her head on straight and figure out what she wants to do with her life, which she desperately needs, and (b) give rapunzel some much-needed practice in being patient, not prying, not letting her nosiness lead her to step on cassandra’s boundaries, etc. and in leaving corona, cass also left her servitude to rapunzel, so they can finally approach each other on an equal footing.

#rta #cassandra #rapunzel #this got SO LONG and i would apologize but i'm not. sorry #tangled-dreamer-97

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