#I tried to make it shorter but lost some of the expressions and FEELS in the pics doing that

[lokiina]

Perception...

[captainamericasmotercycle]

can I request a Cregan Stark fic with a Targaryen!reader (rhaenyra's daughters maybe?) where they were betrothed then married, and she is struggling to adjust to life in the north?

thank you for the request <333

warnings: reader is shorter than cregan, no physical features mentions except that reader has silver hair, readers father is unspecified, cregan is ginormous and i need to fuck him, allusions to smut, reader is a little homesick

When your betrothal to Lord Cregan Stark was announced, you dreaded it, you never wanted to marry. That was until you met him.

You expected him to be a cold and angry man, much like your step-father and uncle, Daemon, but he was nothing of the sort. Cregan was warm and welcoming and he did anything you had asked him to.

The only issue in the marriage, seemed to be you, well rather your struggle to adjust to your new home.

You had never even been to the North before your wedding, but even now after months of living there, you still felt alien to the foreign land.

It was much colder than your home on Dragonstone, nobody spoke your mother tongue, there weren’t any other dragons to congregate with Grey Ghost, everyone stared at your silver-locks, and the way of life tended to differ much from what you were used to.

You felt guilty for not being adjusted to the North yet, after all, Cregan brought you to the North to protect you from the impending war; gave you and Grey Ghost a home, (building a large, warm enclosure for him); provided food to eat; and expressed unconditional love and service.

You spent most of your days inside of Winterfell, staying within the warmth, occasionally visiting your dragon. Cregan has been nothing but helpful towards you, and you fear you’ve only shown hostility back.

This morning, you woke alone, something you were not used to. You dressed yourself and started your hunt for your husband. After looking in the library, the dining hall, and his study, you could’t find him anywhere.

Stopping a handmaiden in the hall, you asked of his whereabouts, only to be met with a headshake.

You tried to retire to your room, but upon your arrival, you found Cregan sitting on the edge of your bed.

He smiled and walked towards you, “I have been hoping to find you wandering around Winterfell.”

“I have been looking everywhere for you.”

He came to hold you around your waist, looking down on your face, “I though we could go out today… I could show you around the town, you could learn a little of the North.”

“Yes, I’d like that,” you only wanted to spend time with him, and you really did not want another reason to feel out of place in your new home.

He had you dressed warmly, with the approching winter coming, you needed every layer possible. He held the small of your back and guided you through the market.

It was swarmed with many adults and children alike, all shopping for something different.

As you and Cregan walked, everyone around nodded regally at you. Small children gawked at your hair, prompting you to pull your hood up.

Cregan led you to some of his favorite stands; you tried your best to read the signs, but you were unfamiliar with the Northern language. The more time you spent out, the more you wanted to return to your home on Dragonstone.

By the sixth stand, Cregan noticed your discomfort, “Shall we return?”

You looked at him and smiled, “No, it is alright, I’m fine.”

He shook his head at you, “No, we will go.”

He thanked all of the stand merchants, and led you back to the horses. The ride home was silent.

During supper, you sat across from your husband, “Tell me… do you like it here?”

The sudden question startled you, you shot your head up, “I— I do.”

“You seem hesitant, why?”

“I do like it here.”

“You only make it less believable. Tell me the truth, love, I do not wish to command it out of you.”

“I just miss home is all… I feel out of place here.”

“Why?”

“I do not know your language, or your traditions. I was meerly lost at the market, looking at all of the unfamiliar tools.”

Cregan stood from his place at the table, coming to kneel beside you, “Why did you not tell me, my girl?”

“I just— I suppose I felt that I should not bother you with such menial things. I figured I could do it alone.”

He took your hands in his, “Nothing about you is menial. You know I would do anything for you.”

“I know but you have other duties to attend to—”

“And yet none of them are more important than you.”

He stand and kisses you sweetly.

“I will teach you everything, I only wish you had announced your insecurities sooner. I will teach you the language, the tools, the traditions. You are a Northern Lady now, and I want to make sure you feel as if you have always been one.”

You couldn’t have asked for anything sweeter than him. Suddenly you fears seemed to subside as he showed you how much he loved you.

“Thank you, Cregan. I appreciate you more than you know.”

Smiling rather darkly, he pulled you from your chair, he flipped you over his shoulder with ease, “Our first lesson shall be how a Northern man pleases his lady wife.”

You giggled as he carried you back to your chambers.

[cupidlovesastro]

🌞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 🌙

astrology observations #16 (child of the sun)

fire sign observations

fixed sign observations

leo is ruled by the sun, the planet of self expression, identity, life, your core, the ego, your father, masculinity, energy, your personality, what’s conscious. leo’s are positive, loving, passionate, bold, dramatic, assertive, courageous, confident, leaders, determined, and enjoy attention

moon represents emotions, intuitions, comforts, unconscious mind, instincts, spirituality, motherhood, fertility, femininity, and your home.

topics covered in this post- emotions, good mom traits, bad mom traits, leo moon face, your house/ room, leo moon celebrities

♌︎ your emotions may be quite dramatic and bold. they may also lead you whenever you are upset. you may over identify with your emotions as well, or just identify with them in general. you may relate more to your moon sign than other placements. you may be someone who’s very optimistic and tries to see the good in everything. your emotions may make you take risk, sometimes beneficial, but also sometimes not so much. you have a lot of emotional energy as well, it can be draining at times for you and possibly for others. you are confident in your emotions though and confident in your intuition. you may be someone who follows your heart and gut feeling often. you can also be very confrontational when has hurt your feelings. you are someone who is very loving and affectionate, and you may express this often. you may also have a lot of love in your heart in general. when low vibrational or unevolved, you could seek attention through your emotions. you might make a bigger deal out of things for the attention of it all. since this is a fixed sign, you may be quite stuck in your feelings often, and stand beside them no matter what others think. a lot of “i feel how i feel” energy

♌︎ the moon can also represent comfort. tv shows may help comfort you, especially reality tv or shows that are in the drama genre. you may also like theater and plays. you may also enjoy things that make you feel seen or heard. venting and ranting may help, especially on a platform of some kind, but also loved ones. having an item you really love may also be very comforting. i can also see this placement feeling comforted when they were able to pour their heart out

♌︎ if your mom was a good mom she showed you lots of affection and attention. she may have also put you in things in school that would give you a lot of confidence, respect, scholarship, etc. making you feel confident was also important to her, just as much as making you feel loved. she could be a confident person herself and had leader like qualities. she may not back down from an arguments and likely didn’t let people walk over her many people may look up to her. she was an optimistic person herself. she was also very hand on with you and could’ve showed her affection in various ways, but mainly physical touch

♌︎ if your mom was a bad mom she may have been an attention seeker and may have used you so she can get attention as well. she could’ve been pessimistic and not a very confident person. she could’ve struggled to show you that she loves you and could’ve been more distant than hands on. she may be very controlling or manipulative as well. there could’ve also been lots of love bombing. she may have been an angry person who lost her temper often too. she could’ve had a complex as well, and thought she was better than everyone else

♌︎ moon can represent the face. leo moon celebrities can have a face of a cat. they also tend to have slimmer eyes, upturn almond eyes especially. longer nose bridges that are pointier at the tip. as well as higher cheek bones and shorter/ rounder faces

♌︎ you may want a house that’s very self expressive. you want people to walk in your house and immediately feel your vibes or energy. you also want your house to give a positive energy and impression. if or when you live with people you are definitely the boss of the house. you could like your house or room to have bold colors or a dramatized version of an aesthetic. like you will go all the way for the aesthetic of your house. your house, wether it’s the exterior or interior, catches people’s attention quite easily. your house has very loving energy and definitely give people good vibes. if you don’t have a house/apartment, it could apply to your room

♌︎ leo moon celebrities- megan thee stallion, marilyn manson, paris hilton, halle berry, queen elizabeth the 2nd, david bowie, monica bellucci, lana del rey, megan fox

[idanceuntilidie]

I have no idea- I was thinking about this yesterday and today in the end I wrote it

chaos chaos enjoy and Im gonna go shower and mir mir don’t commit crimes when Im gone

Tw: slightly suggestive themes, yandere behaviour

Yandere classmate x male reader

Requests are open.

You know where to find me And I know where to look

They boy hummed, his fingers gently playing with your hair. It felt like the finest silk; just like he imagined. A small smile appears on his face,

You were so blissfully unaware, sleeping like a baby and missing out on lectures again.

He twirled the lock of your hair before cutting it off. His smile widened, admiring it, another part of you that he can add to his collection. 

He never thought that he could find a boy attractive, but here you were, blissfully unaware of him watching your every step.

You stole his heart, ripped it out of his chest. Still beating, for you.

He laid his head next to yours, and closed his eyes. Your scent enveloping his senses as he slowly drifted to sleep. 

The bell rang.

You sit up, mind still half awake, you stretch. 

Your eyes widen as you realize the class is already empty. You quickly stand up, swaying a bit due to not being fully awake. Wiping off the droll, you pack your things, you hear a soft click and when you look up you see one of the most popular boys standing in front of you, phone in hand and smiling. His pale blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Hi hun! Look how cute you look in this photo!”

He chirped, waving the phone in front of you.

He fucking took a photo of you.

„Celeste delete it!” You desperately lunged at him to get his phone, you failed. He stumbled back and thanks to stupid luck he dodged your attack.

Celeste giggled like a child, correcting his sweater.

“Celeste I beg you! Fucking delete the photo” you begged, eyes glossing over.

“Only if you give me a biiiig kiss” he clapped his hands.

Your face twisted into a grimace, you tried to see if the two of his friends came with him to record this. You couldn’t really see them, but it didn’t mean that they couldn’t be here.

“.. Go fuck yourself.”

You grabbed your bag and rushed out of the classroom.

Celeste huffed as he watched you run out of the classroom.

He sat on the nearby desk, unlocking his phone.

Celeste scrolled through the new photos of you. His pale face dusting with pink, a shy smile formed on his lips. Too easy. He added the photos to his wide collection.

Scrolling through the photos, his smile widens. Some of them are blurry but Celeste doesn’t mind, every photo he takes of you is perfect in every aspect.

He sighs, he wanted that kiss. He bought the cherry flavored chapstick for nothing.

You walked through the halls and checked your bag. Few things were missing from your bag, you must have forgotten them somewhere.

You lost too much of your stuff already, you can’t believe you started being so forgetful.

At least Celeste didn’t follow you.

Finally you found a safe corner and sat down. 

Running your hand through your hair you notice some of it is shorter than the rest.

You curse under your breath. Goddamn it, you feel like you are in elementary school all over again.

“Y/N?”

“Marceline oh my God thank Gods you are here I-“

„Listen, we can’t be friends anymore.” she interrupts you.

You look at her in disbelief. She didn’t even look at you, she played with her fingers. Her back hair covered her face and you couldn’t make out the expression.

Your mouth opened, to say something, anything but nothing came out. You felt hurt, betrayed. Marceline didn’t budge for a bit, you could feel her stare on you. Unfocused, hot and burning.

You felt dizzy, this was too much.

Marceline, seeing you had nothing to say, muttered a small apology and walked away.

You didn’t even have the energy to go and run after her.

You felt tears build up. You sniffed and hid your face in your arms.

Celeste grabbed Marceline's hand, she looked at him with pure hatred.

“He is crying because of you”

“Hm, no, he is crying because of you, because you wanted to save your ass” he says, giving him a painfully obvious fake smile.

Marceline felt her blood boil. She roughly pulled her hand away and before storming off he heard her yell insults at him.

Celeste smiled and waved at her, he pulled out his phone and stopped the recording. He will edit it later, it could be useful.

He slowly walked to you, you were crying eh? Man, he needs to take some photos! And God, if he could find your used tissues. Celeste felt his face get hot at the mere thought.

When he finally reached you, he thanked whatever was out there. That you didn’t notice him.

You were such a mess, sitting on the floor sobbing. It was all thanks to him, he smiled widely. His breath had gotten heavy, he rubbed his thighs together and took out his phone. Time for a few new photos.

[luboy7rt]

How I think Task Force 141 Like to Show They Care/Love You (Headcanons - Gn Reader)

Note: (There are many different ways that people express love, these are just some ways I believe these characters would express the fact they would care for you) (Includes: Jonathan (John) Price, Johnny (John) ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, and Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley)

Jonathan (John) Price:

- John prefers using his words to express how he feels, being able to communicate how he feels to you while sometimes he may forget to show it through actions or touch. Sometimes his hand would rest on your shoulder or back while pulling you gently into a conversation simply to allow you to ‘join’ whatever he is doing.

- His hand always reaches to rest on you, while talking or to redirect you into him while you two are talking. So he can try and show that he's listening to whatever you are saying, giving responses with a head nod, adding his input, or tilting his head.

- He does many things when he's not busy, it could be just reminding you if you have something to do, or remembering where you lost something. John feels a sense of pride when he is able to help you on a task, no matter how big or small.

- He doesn't mind if you somehow ‘break’ into his office, or if you ask politely even better. John would chuckle softly and smile when he sees you, knowing his day just got a bit better when you sit in the chair in front of him. If you break in through his window though, he might accidentally throw a pen or something at you, apologizes and scolds you for breaking in through his window after. John doesn't care if you're working silently on your own thing, he's content and relaxed just being in the same room as you but if your rambling while he's trying to focus on paperwork he might try and subtly get you to quiet down if you don't he’ll just tell you to shut up or do your own thing, tries to do it kindly but after your first warning he gets a bit ‘snappy’.

- He doesn't even notice anymore when his hand rests on your shoulder, shoulderblade, or head when talking to you or others, when he isn't working on the field, he tends to get a tad bit touchy with those he knows well, his hand would be on you, your arm, hand, back, etc. 

- Likes helping out, anything you want or need. John would help out, no matter if you can or can't do it. You ask him? And he's there, willing to help and make time in his hectic schedule for you.

- Noticing temperature changes pretty quickly, John would place his jacket on your shoulders. It doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter, it's the effort that counts.

Johnny (John) ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

- Soap is a bit of a follower, of course, he can lead when someone needs or wants him to, but if he had nothing to do? He tends to just follow people around, like you. He follows you around, right behind your steps as he talks about anything and everything.

- He randomly passes you stuff that you need, or don't. Soap knows you well enough to just assume what you want or need, sometimes he does get it wrong, hands you a random thing, and laughs when you make a face.

- Soap would indeed like spending time with you, no matter the place, even if you both are quiet, he tends to break the silence though (after about five minutes, he deems it to awkward) and randomly starts a conversation with you. 

- Soap would drape himself over you when he notices you get cold, or if he just wants to chat or get some affection. 

- He randomly gives you items, that could range from a pretty-looking rock to his jacket, depending on the time or place.

- Soap indeed loves physical attention or just being around you, quality time, sharing warmth, or doing tasks (either if it's you doing tasks for him or home doing tasks for you, he doesn't mind, happy with both things). He actually likes a lot of things, as he doesn't practically ‘hate’ or dislike any type of love you want to share with him, he's willing to soak up just about anything you want to give him.

- He likes giving out compliments, exchanging compliments is one of his favorite things. He likes coming up with random things to compliment you on, wanting to be unique with the things he could come up with even if they are a bit weird. Ex: ‘I’m lovin’ how your socks are mismatched’ (even if it's a total accident on your end, he just grins and sticks with his compliment. Finding your reaction funny, he loves it and he laughs.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick: 

- Kyle wouldn't mind many things, he likes doing things smoothly, thinking his acts through to show his love and appreciation for those he cares about. Even getting into the habit of doing it absentmindedly

- He would leave notes for you to find, mostly on sticky notes (such as reminders on important things, or compliments. Or even ‘hiding’ things such as flowers, notes, or snacks for you to find and leaving a note like a puzzle for you to ‘compete’ (it could range from easy to hard depending on how much you like him doing it. It gets a bit competitive if you leave a puzzle for him in return and this would continue for a long time.

- Sticky notes are left around wherever he thinks you would look, and only you could find. Your bag, jacket, bed, etc. They could just be compliments, ‘check this area for something’ or just a lovely note of his thoughts about you, and how proud he is.

- Kyle would rest his hand on you when sat near you or next to you, always glancing to see if you have an opinion on whatever the conversation is about. He likes hearing your thoughts, your voice is like music to his ears, he just lights up whenever he hears you.

- Kyle does give you nicknames, random ones. Completely random, either from a stupid act you did or complete accidents that just randomly occurred. Anything he witnesses may be turned into a nickname you will be called for a long time. (Ex: Trips, ankle-breaker, etc)

- If he has time when deployed, he usually tries to buy something from the locals to bring to you, either jewelry, gems, stuffed animals, keep-sake items, clothes, art, anything small to bring to you, anything he believes you would like.

- Kyle likes quality time, either you two sitting near each other or doing stuff together like small hobbies, cleaning, cooking. Any small task is fun if you two are doing it together, Kyle prefers this, just the two of you teasing and joking around. 

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley: 

- Simon is a bit difficult to know what his love language is, he likes silent acts that most people wouldn't notice.

- He likes bringing you things subtly like he just puts your favorite snack next to you when you are on your phone for you to notice whenever you do. He would take the time to prepare it if needed, or if he could buy it he would, even if it's late at night. He will go on a ‘quest’ to go get you whatever you want.

- He likes bringing you stuff, you randomly have shiny rocks, gems, flowers, or just something he thinks you would like to pop up in your room. Like very randomly, you could be asleep and the next morning you find something on your bedside. (It is a bit creepy but it's Simon's way of attempting to show you he cares without having to be near or actually communicate it) 

- When walking together, he tends to follow you around, letting you take the lead but his eyes are usually on you, as if to ensure you are alright and in his sights at all times.

- He isn't a fan of physical touch, depending on how close you both are he is willing to put up with it if you are close, willing to brush his fingers over yours and soft touches like that as a start. If you aren't close? He's making his getaway and leaving. (Gone. Nothing from him, Simon has run away with no intention of returning, he fled)

- He likes making you stuff such as small bracelets or making a small wood structure for you (he uses his daggers to carve out little figures or words), as (I think) he likes doing small things like that. Making it handmade for you makes him feel accomplished, especially if you like it.

[ppssession]

Rebirth must be like this!!!

(There may be some spoilers)

Ava is a thirty-year-old man. He has an ordinary life, whether it's about his job or his looks. The only thing that makes Ava feel happy is playing games with his friends. The game is League of Legends.

One day, while Eva and her friends were playing a game on Sunday, Eva's glass of water that was next to her accidentally spilled. The water soaked the entire electrical outlet, causing Eva to get electrocuted. But the strange thing is that before he lost consciousness, he heard his friends screaming in pain as well.

How much time passed, Eva slowly woke up strangely, he was shocked to find that it was different, his body looked thin and emaciated, his body that used to be tall looked shorter, suddenly he was kicked by another man, the man said that Ava was lazy and weak, the confused Eva ran away, despite the strange man's voice calling for him to stop, he ignored him, he ran outside into the city, he was shocked when it was a very strange view of him, the nature here looked very beautiful.

Ava slowly walked back into the city. She tried to eavesdrop to find out where this place was. From what she had heard, how could this place be Ionia? Ava wondered. This place was the name of a location in the League of Legends game she was playing. The strange thing was that the people of Ionia were usually peaceful, but from what she had seen while walking through the city, she often came across people who seemed dangerous.

“Let’s go check it out. There’s a fierce battle in the Arena.” A shout from behind caught Ava’s attention. As far as Ava knew, there was only one Arena in Ionia. He charged towards the Arena. He was shocked to see Sett, the champion from the game he used to play. He knew immediately that he had entered the League of Legends game he used to play.

Ava watched the fierce battle from the sidelines. When the battle ended, he left the arena, thinking about how he would live in this world.

Two days later….

Ava's life as a citizen of Ionia was quite boring for him, no different from his previous life, except he no longer had the entertainment media like the League of Legends game. He wandered outside, wondering why his second life after being reborn was so boring.

He tripped over a tree root in the forest, causing him to fall into a strange hole. The hole led Ava to a strange temple, decorated in black and looking like it had been abandoned for a long time.

When Ava entered the temple, he found a box containing a strange message written on it.

“Shadow Art is a power used to kill enemies with invisible agility. But who would have thought that the other side of the art used to kill people is also used to control people?”

The art was the power of shadows, the power that would turn the user into a shadow. Ava read with curiosity, how could turning a person's body into a shadow be able to control them, but his doubts were immediately crushed as he continued reading.

People often think that a person's soul resides in their body, that's true but not all, their soul is expressed in their shadows, when they can control their shadows they can control their soul, when they can control their soul they can control their body, but the subject you are about to read is about devouring the shadows of others and replacing them with your own, do you want to use it?

Ava thought about the consequences, he would become a shadow and be able to replace other people's souls, it was not much different from possessing a body, he decided to receive the power of the shadow, he saw a black ring in the box, he picked it up, suddenly the ring shattered and released black energy, the black energy merged with Ava's body, his body slowly turned black, his eyes were black and red. "That's right, I felt the power changing my body." When Ava's body turned into a shadow, Ava's shadow disappeared.

Ava's shadow crawled into the arena as the battle ended. Sett, who was preparing to return home, had fallen prey to Ava.

Ava's shadow was getting closer to Sett. Ava's shadow was slowly consuming Sett's shadow. Sett, who was starting to feel a strange threat, tried to find the reason for this strange feeling. "Come out, coward, come out…" Sett was starting to lose control, his body was starting to not listen to his commands anymore. As Ava's shadow devoured Sett's body.

Ava's shadow devoured Sett's shadow as the last part of Ava's shadow swept into Sett's shadow, replacing Sett's original shadow. Sett's body convulsed before slowly calming down, his eyes turning black-red for a moment before returning to their original color when Ava had possessed Sett, the hottest champion in the arena.

He flexed his big muscles. “This is the right thing to do haha.” Ava noticed the bulge in his pants. “Look how big your new little brother is.” He pulled down his pants, releasing his big penis.

Without delay, he started using his big hand to masturbate himself. His hand went all over his big penis, going up and down, touching the tip of his cock, and using his other hand to play with his erect nipples.

It wasn't long before he reached his climax. His cock released a large amount of white liquid, as if it was the first time in months. Ava's moans in Sett's body slowly slowed down before she said, "This is the best. The new body should be like this."

1 month later

There have been some strange rumors about the Arena lately. One of the champions here is often seen masturbating in private, but that was just a rumor. The rumors that many people were talking about gradually disappeared when Sett appeared in the arena.

But very few people felt that Sett's muscles were more defined and his crotch was as prominent as his beautiful muscles.

When asked about this, Sett often responded with a strange answer: "Huh? A bulge in his pants? My little brother is getting hard. If you don't want to get beaten, then don't bother me with this kind of nonsense anymore. I don't want to waste my time with this kind of nonsense anymore."

This is my first story using characters from a game. I had a little trouble making everyone understand the game world a little bit. I hope you like it. See you next story. Bye.Oh yeah, remember the guys who screamed when Ava got electrocuted? Do you think they'll be sent to the League of Legends world? What do you think? Let me know ^^

[minoment]

Hello there, may I request some cod characters being harassed in a bar or whatever and having a tall, intimidating reader step in to defend them?

(Preferably with Krueger, König or Price?)

Imma give you all three because I can't choose.. ALSO THANK YOU FOR ASKING FOR KRUEGER

Warnings/Tags: purely sfw, can be platonic or romantic, gn reader, reader is MASSIVE (around 7ft), implied harrasment, implied violence

this is sloppy and poorly edited because i'm exhausted 😭

KREUGER

You'd probably only have to step in because of Krueger's violent tendencies. If it wasn't for you, you guys would probably be in a VERY different situation.

Krueger leant against the bar, sipping his drink while this clearly drunk man yammered on in his ear. He decided to ignore him, since he was exhausted, but the constant talking was making that familiar heat coil in his gut. His patience was slipping.

The man reached out and grasped Krueger's thigh to get his attention, almost making the soldier drop his drink. His eyes narrowed and his fists clenched as he put down his drink and opened his mouth to snarl something rude.

Just then, he felt a large presence behind him and a heavy hand on his shoulder. He relaxed against the familiarity of your towering form.

"Get lost.." you said, almost quietly. But the man looked up, his eyes widening at your hulking body and cold gaze. He was gone in an instant.

Krueger leant back against your chest, placing his hand over yours as the rage faded from his stomach. You were his rock, and he was forever grateful for that. Words weren't needed to express that, so you both stood there in silence and finished your drinks.

KÖNIG

Helping him out in uncomfortable social situations is probably the thing he loves the most. His anxiety gets too much sometimes...

König sits in the corner of the bar, trying to keep his head down and trying to seem a little shorter while he finished his drink. Somehow, that makes him seem even taller. A group of men walk up to his table, looking him up and down.

"Aye, how tall are you big boy?"

"Fuckin' hell you're massive.."

"I bet women drool over you.."

The comments make him scowl to himself, so he just looked down into the foamy top of his beer, wishing they would just disappear.

"What's the problem huh?"

"Can't take a joke?"

Their jeering continued, making the familiar feeling of his throat tightening begin to well up. He tried to slow his breath and swallow, attempting to ignore the men. The room seemed too small and too loud. All until a familiar voice cut through the noise.

"HEY."

König looked up in hope; the men spinning around and only being met with the muscled bulk of your chest.

"The hells going on?" You snapped, making the men glance around to each other and shake their heads. They muttered excuses and quickly left the bar, leaving you with König.

You slid into the seat next to König, ruffling his hair and wrapping an arm around his waist.

"I've got you Colonel.. Do you want to leave?"

König was practically buzzing with gratitude and relief, all he could do was hug you tight. You laughed softly, hugging him back.

PRICE

Price seems to be able to handle himself incredibly well in situations like these. Everyone needs a helping hand once in a while, and you are always glad to be that one for him.

Price goes to bars a lot, but on this particular occasion he just wanted to clear his head. He sat down with his beer, closing his eyes and taking a long sip. He swallowed and rested his head in his hand, just thinking to himself.

All of a sudden he feels a hand slide down his back and he sits up straight, his nerves on edge. The gentle laugh of a woman is heard behind him and he frowns, not in the mood.

"Can I help take your mind of something, sweetheart?" she purrs.

"Yeah, you're looking a little off mate.." another one adds.

To his horror, there was more than one. Great. This is what he got for going to a bar while on duty.

"Move your asses." A cross, familiar voice yells. Price could almost see the hulking shadow of your form moving across the bar. "He's with me."

Price's shoulders relax at the tone of your voice, the group of younger men and women swiftly leaving the bar at the sight of you. You laughed softly, leaning your head down onto his shoulder.

"This doesn't look like the training grounds Captain.." you teased gently, rubbing his arm. "Don't worry, just say you caught me here. I'm willing to do extra duties for you sir.."

Price couldn't stop the warm smile spreading across his lips.

"Thanks kid.."

[itsruki]

Pain Relive

SoftDom!Husband!Kakucho x Sub!Wife!Reader

MDNI! MINORS DO NOT READ!

Masterlist:

a/n: .........took me long enough..that's all i will say.....i hate that its shorter but idk....its just like.....i personally like how it turned out.

Synopsis: Kakucho comes home to take care of his wife. you are in so much pain due to your period. he understands and makes sure you feel better

Trigger warnings: afab-reader, period sex, mentions of unprotected sex, fingering, mating press, petnames: beautiful, angel, precious, princess, good girl, baby

word count: 1633

Y/N:

       Can you bring me something when you get back from work?

Kakucho:

        Sure, what do you need?

Y/N:

       Pads, chocolate and a heating pad.

Kakucho:

       …...do you have your period?

Y/N:

       Yes…..

Kakucho:

       Oh. yeah, I will have it.

Y/N:

       TY

Once he walked through the front door, he scanned for his wife. "Y/N?" he called out for you. He walked to their shared bedroom to find you curled up in the bed, crying in pain.

"I got what you asked for." he whispered. He felt bad for you. He slowly walked up to the bed, kneeled down next to it, and petted your head. Your hair was pushed back behind your ear. "I'm sorry; beautiful..."

You sobbed as you looked into his eyes.

"It hurts so much, ´Kucho……" you whimpered. He thought for a second. His expression showed how bad he felt for you. He kissed your forehead before sliding his hand under your shirt and onto your abdomen. He held his hand there to give you some heat. He really wanted to relive some pain for you. He drew some circles on your stomach. Tears are running down your cheeks. He sighed. "...let me help you...Okay?" He looked at you with a desperate look. He wanted to make you feel better so badly. You gave him a small nod. "Do you trust me?" You nodded again. At that point, all you wanted was for it to stop. The pain was almost unbearable. 

He slowly laid you back on the bed, slowly moving down on your body. He spread your legs, kissing your thighs. 

You were lying in bed, wearing a long t-shirt and your panties, so the access was easy for him. His hands caressed your thighs gently and lovingly. With closed eyes, he rubbed his face against the inside your legs. "You feel so soft....." a mewl escaped your lips. A pink tint sneaked up on your cheeks. "Kakucho...y-you don't have to….it's gross and..-"

"Shhh. Let me take care of you. You are in so much discomfort…. I want to help...I don't mind some blood. I'm a man, not a boy."

He laid his hand flat on your covered folds and gave it some gentle rubs. A few gasps left your mouth. Your eyes hooded themselves. You were so much more sensitive than normal...his rubs were firm but still gentle. 

Fingers found Your waistband of your panties. He slowly pulled them down, not even reacting when he saw the bloody spot on the pad. He smiled softly as he looked into your eyes, his hand softly reaching out to your face, rubbing your cheek. "I will make it all better; beautiful…"

He leaned in, kissing your forehead. His left hand moved from your hip, between your legs. Gently running up and down between your folds. "You are very wet, angel….is that the blood or am I making you feel good already?" you held onto his shoulders and moaned out breathy. Your eyes squinted into thin lines. You tried so hard to keep them open, looking into his eyes. His thumb rubbed an infinity symbol on your little bundle of nerves. A mewly moan escaped your throat. "You are doing so good; precious…just let go. I will make sure you will feel good…..I can't stand seeing you in pain…." another kiss on your forehead.

You lost yourself in the eye contact you had with him. His soft, loving gaze. Those eyes, that always made you feel like the most beautiful woman on this planet. His right hand moved back to your cheek as he pressed his forehead against your own and smiled at you. "You are so beautiful...you know that, right?"

He never stopped rubbing your puffy clit as he treated you so softly.

The pain in your abdomen from earlier, replaced with butterflies and utter adoration.

You snapped back into reality when you felt his middle finger sliding inside your needy hole. "kaku...cho~" you moaned out.

"God you are so beautiful….you look so unbearably gorgeous…"

He slowly began to slide his finger in and out of you. His fingers were so much longer and thicker than your own, hitting spots you could never reach. You closed your eyes and gasped. The feeling of his finger is already so stimulating that all you could do was bring out incohesive words and babble out nonsense. 

You heard a chuckels rumbling in his chest.

"You look so cute when you are such a mess, angel…." 

He pushed another finger inside of you. "Oh god…" 

His forehead was still pressed against yours when he picked up the pace. His eyes were still fixed on you. You felt like you were getting closer; your lust dilated eyes found his again. "I'm...I´m….I'm close…" "I know...just let it happen, beautiful….let go.."

Your body began to convoluted. Your eyes shut tight as the waves of your orgasm crashed onto you. His hand didn't stop. He helped you ride out your climax while kissing your forehead and cheeks. "Shhh, you are doing so well, princess...such a good girl…"

He pulled out, and you whined from the missing feeling. He smirked and chuckled again. "More?" and you nodded.

He got up and took off his shirt, wiping off the blood on his fingers. Then he began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. 

You stared at him, still a little delirious from the past climax.

You already saw the giant bulge in his boxer shorts. When you tried to get up with the intention of pleasing him too, he held you down. He kissed your cheek and jawline before whispering into your ear, "Don't bother, angel...I'm here to make you feel good...my needs to come later…"

He pulled down his boxers, enough for his large cock to sprang free. He slapped his length against your swollen pussy, which caused you to whine out and him to gasp. 

"Look at me, angel….look at me…"

You nodded and opened your eyes to stare directly into his eyes, your cheek flushed with red. You could feel his tip on your entrance and almost forgot to breathe when he slowly pushed in. your eyes fixed on his. "Kakucho…." you moan out. You felt him twitch in you. "Say my name again, angel…"

He took both of your legs and pushed them further apart. "Kakucho…" you said again, and you heard him curse under his breath, trying to keep his composure. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and lifted your hips with ease to put the pillow under you. It took some pressure away from your abdomen and gave him just the right angle to hit all the correct spots. He pushed your legs against your chest as he began to push deeper. "I can't think..." Another dark chuckle rumbled in his chest when he kissed your caves while pushing the rest of the way, now fully bottoming you out. "I know Angel...I know.....just let go...let me take care of you." He pulled halfway out, then pushed back in. Your back arched into his, but he pushed you back down. "No, baby...just stay put. Don't move…" He applied more pressure to your body to keep you in place while he began to move at a steady but firm pace. Your brain is completely muddled up. He gave your ass a firm slap that made you yelp out. Drool spilled out of your mouth as you couldn't comprehend what was happening, entranced and drunk from the pleasure he gave you. Throughout all that, he praised you the whole time. "You are taking me so well, beautiful...you are doing so good...my perfect angel."

You felt him twitch in you every time when you moaned his name. "God...you feel Devine angel…" his face was buried in the crook of your neck as he picked up the pace. "G'nna make you feel good, angel….real good…" You felt his hot breath against your neck. He made it so hard to think but even if you would have been thinking, you would only think about him. His face, his eyes and his sweet, sweet smile. "I'm close….I'm so close…" you whined "hold it baby...I know...please hold it ... .i...I want to cum with you baby….can you do that for me?" and you nodded, keeping your breathing steady and trying your hardest to hold back. Tears were prickling down your cheeks. He kissed them away as he picked up the pace. You could feel him moan and growl. He stopped talking and kept ramming into you while cursing under his breath. He twitched more and more inside of you. You are fighting for dear life to hold back your incoming orgasm.  "Just a little more...just...a little…" When you began to whine, he shushed you "I know baby….please...please hold just a little longer….I'm almost there…..fuck….please baby…" you held it and held it until he finally began to shake uncontrollably. "Fuck...now angel….now...im cumming...fuck...i´m cumming…"

That took you the edge. You screamed as your eyes squinted shut. 

With a low, almost animal-like growl, he shot his cum deep inside your tight hole.

He rode out the orgasm for both of you with a few more thrusts.

His grip on your hips subsided, and your legs moved back down to the bed. His hand found your cheek, showering your face with kisses. "So good baby …did so good for me angel…"

He gave you a small, tired smile. 

"Does it still hurt?" He was still thinking about your pain, and you smiled back and shook your head. "No. I'm better now…"

He gave you a warm smile before kissing your lips. The kiss was filled with love, adoration and pure bliss. Then he turned over, lying on the bed, and pulled you into his arms.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

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[vampire-matcha]

Blood in the Wine-3

Chapter Three: Nightcap

A/N: It's finally here! Thank yall, for being patient, I appreciate all the support of the last two chapters. Shoutout to @asterionex for being a baller. As always, ask box is open xoxo

Reader x Vampire!141

Word count: 2.9k (a little shorter, sorry)

Warnings: blood, biting, suggestive elements, vampirism, mild dubcon but nothing explicit. Soap being a jackass.

Songs for this chapter: West Coast Smoker by Fall Out Boy, actually pretty much the whole Folie a Deux album. Feel free to send song recs or let me know if yall'd want a playlist.

MASTERLIST, CH1, CH2, CH4, CH5, CH6, CH7

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You flinched as Soap strutted towards you, closing your eyes and mentally preparing for the sensation of his teeth sinking into you. But then… his footsteps kept going. He walked right past you and you opened your eyes to see him sitting down at the end of your bed.

"C'mere," he said, patting the spot next to him. "Let me take a look at your bites, see how you're healing up." You hesitated, still wary of a trap. "Listen, bonnie, I'm no' gonna bite you 'til I have your permission. Now come here and let me see." He seemed genuine enough. But then again, so had Kyle. You were skeptical, but you figured you didn't have much else to lose. So you walked over and sat next to him rigidly. He held a hand out. "Give me your arm." You reached across, slowly, cautiously to present your arm to him.

He took it ever so gently into his hands, fingers barely grazing over the marks that had faded even more since you'd woken up. He studied it with raised eyebrows.

"Wow, you're healing faster than most. Fucking miracle, that is." He lifted the arm up to his mouth and you jerked away, but he caught your wrist in a vice-like grip. "I already said I'm not gonna bite. Just gonna work some magic," he said with a wink and leaned down to close the gap. You watched as he lapped at your healing wound, slow and sensual, and pulled away with a kiss. "There, that's better."

You couldn't believe your eyes. The bite had healed completely. Maybe he really was magic. He leaned closer while you looked at your arm, baffled. He swept your hair away from your neck and looked at you, silently waiting for approval. You looked into his eyes- those beautiful ocean eyes- and nodded almost imperceptibly.

He grinned as he licked and kissed your neck, painting healing wet strokes across your skin. You were breathing heavily now. You couldn't deny the way his mouth felt against your skin.

"Heartrate's pickin' up," he whispered against your skin. He chuckled under his breath, the sound of it rippling down your spine. "Turn around, let me see your shoulder." His hands made their way to your waist to guide you to face him fully, and you molded to his movements like putty. He pulled the sleeve of your shirt up to see the mark Ghost had left on you, a shocked expression replacing the one of relaxation that had been there a moment before.

"Jesus Christ, Ghost really did a number on ya, eh? Look at that!" He was laughing. His hands brushed over the bruise in an almost fascinated way. You were rudely awakened to the fact that you were in the arms of a man who had tried to kill you only a few days before. You shot off the bed and out of his grasp, hands moving to cover yourself. You felt naked under his eyes even though you were fully clothed.

"Ah come on, lass, I was only joking. Sit back down." You didn't budge. "You wanna keep that big purple spot on your shoulder or not?" You hesitated. "Please, just sit back down. I don't want to have to make you, but I will if I have to," he threatened with a regretful look in his eye. The last thing you needed was to be lost in the fog of compulsion. You couldn't stand to lose control like that again. So, step by wobbly step, you sat down with Soap once more, presenting your discolored shoulder to him.

"There's my girl," he said grinning, once again wrapping his arms around your middle to pull you close to him.

"I'm not your girl," you protested. He scoffed.

"Then what, exactly, do you think you agreed to tonight? Hmm?" He stared deep into your eyes, and you swear you could feel them piercing into your soul. "You think we're just 'roommates' or something?" He kissed your cheek. "Friends who get to chow down on you from time to time?" He kissed your neck. "No, dearie." He kissed your collarbone. "You're ours." He lapped at your sore shoulder, all open-mouthed kisses and lithe tongue smoothing over your soft, abused flesh.

You choked back a moan at the feeling. It was so wrong to be enjoying this- the feeling of your captor's mouth on your body. But it was oh so soothing. You could already feel the soreness dissipating. He pulled back, admiring his handiwork with a grin of satisfaction. "It's not perfect, but then again, Ghost did getcha pretty good. It'll take time to heal properly." He surveyed the other bites. "The rest of you is perfect, though, I must say," he said with a wink, letting his eyes wander...

"Where was he tonight, anyway?" You asked. You still had yet to meet, or even catch a glimpse of the man who had basically mauled you.

"You didn't see him?" Soap responded. Your blood ran cold.

"What do you mean…?"

"He was there tonight, standin' in the corner like a bleedin' creep," he laughed at his own joke. You didn't laugh. "He's a spooky lad, ain't he?" He noticed how tense you were and wrapped a massive arm around you. "Ah, don't worry too much about it, you'll meet him eventually."

"That's what I'm afraid of…" you muttered. He paused, and you could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

"Tell you what," he started. "You tell me whatever you want fer your room, and tomorrow I'll go out and get it. I'll go back to your flat and get whatever you need. I'll even get paint fer the walls if you like." His hand wandered, gently stroking your arm and coaxing you closer into him. "Just let me have a wee taste of that pretty little neck and we'll call it a night, aye?" He was so close now, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, hot breath sending goosebumps across your body in waves. Wait.

"You went in my apartment?" You asked. He tensed up next to you but didn't move.

"Maybe."

"You went through my underwear drawer," you mentioned lightly. You let out a breath that was almost a laugh. You turned to look at his face, so close you were sharing oxygen. The ghost of a smile crept up on you when you saw his guilty expression. Like a deer in headlights. His eyes were wide, a sheepish smile making its way across his lips.

You laughed. For the first time in days you laughed. Soap looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Then he laughed with you. And for the first time since this whole thing started, you felt at ease.

"You pervert!" You joked.

"Oi, I was just trying ta get you something to wear! Figured you didn't want to be wearing the same clothes forever." His arm tightened around you and he shook you gently. You slapped a hand against his chest and he caught it with his own.

The laughter between you two tampered out and you sat comfortably in his arms, his hand holding yours against his muscular chest. You stared up into his eyes and once again you felt like you could drown in them. A part of you wanted to. He looked at you like you were art in a museum. It was different from the way he looked at you the other night. The hunger was still there, yes, but there was an admiration in them now that wasn't there before.

"Christ, you are a beauty, aren't you," he murmured. He brought up his hand to stroke against your cheek. Your hand remained pressed to his chest. "Like a bloody angel sent from heaven just for us…" His lips were so close to yours now. "Please…" His nose nudged yours. You were taken back to that night. It seemed so familiar and yet so different. There was no malice. Soap was tender with you. You found yourself nodding your head on your own this time.

The arm he'd had wrapped around you pulled onto his lap, your calves on either side of his enormous thighs. His mouth was now pressing feathery kisses along your neck. You sighed at the feeling and relaxed into his hold. There was something about his mouth that just made your head spin. His mouth reached your collarbone and he stopped. What was he waiting for?

"Gonna bite you now, alright?" He asked. You answered by sliding your fingers into the strip of hair that lined the center of his head. You felt him shudder beneath you, and then his teeth sunk into the hollow point right behind your clavicle. Your eyes rolled back on instinct.

God, it felt so different when you had a clear mind. Your body felt hot, tingling rushing down to your toes, your fingers twitching in his hair and tightening into a fist. He grunted at the feeling. His breathing picked up as the taste of you overwhelmed his senses. You were at his will and mercy in this moment, but if his words tonight were true- and you had no reason so far to believe otherwise- then you knew you could trust him. After all, Soap wasn't the one who had lied to you.

The hand that held your face so gingerly moved downward, fingers pressing into your pulse point. You gathered that he was monitoring your heart rate, making sure he didn't take too much from you.

Just as you were beginning to feel that telltale dizziness, he pulled himself off of you with a wet smack of his lips, closely followed by that magnificent tongue of his. He pulled back to catch his breath, muttering astonished curses under his breath. You could feel his eyes on you.

"You alright hen?" He asked. You didn't respond right away, head a little fuzzy from the feeling he'd given you. "Hey," he shook you. "Are you alright?" He sounded a bit more worried this time. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his staring up at you. You both stared at one another for a moment, both heavy-lidded and comfortable. He brought his forehead to rest on yours.

"Don't know what the hell you're made of, but you sure are somethin' else," he remarked. You were floating on cloud nine. You felt your world shift as his strong arms lowered you onto your back on the bed. You looked up at him with tired eyes. You weren't about to pass out, not like last time, but you were feeling significantly more lethargic.

Soap laid on his side next to you. He brushed your hair away from your face and threaded his fingers in your hair, just as you had done moments before. His fingers expertly massaged your scalp, lulling you even further towards sleep.

"Now," he started, "why don't you tell me what you need?" Your eyes widened at that. "Oh, no no! Not like that!" He corrected himself quickly. "I meant what we talked about earlier. For your room.

"This is your home now, for better or worse, so it should feel like it. At least a little bit. So tell me whatever you want, we'll get it for you. Television, new sofa, a damned diamond necklace- name it, it's yours."

You pondered his question for a moment. You weren't sure what they could do for you at this point. In this moment you felt safe lying in Soaps protective arms, but you knew as soon as he left you, that creeping feeling would come back again. This wasn't your home. You didn't know how it ever could be.

Soap could sense you retreating into yourself. He jostled your head ever so slightly.

"Hey, you still with me?" he checked.

"Yeah, yeah just… thinking…" you trailed off again. You thought back through the day. What did you need…? Then you thought of something. "A shower head," you offered. "Baths are nice and all, but I'd like to be able to take a shower, too. Just to have the option to." He nodded.

"Done. Anything else?"

"The rest of my clothes would be nice, too. And yeah, maybe a T.V.," you responded, "something with Netflix or something." He made a mental note of your requests.

"I can get you the T.V., but I can't guarantee internet."

"Why not?" You wondered.

"Same reason we can't give your phone back." Oh.

Because you'd call for help.

You were suddenly reminded of the grave situation you were in. You were being held captive here. They weren't just going to let you go that easily. These men were smart, you weren't going to catch them slipping up over something like internet access. If you wanted out you'd have to plan very carefully. But how… Soap's voice pulled you from your thoughts once again.

"If you want, we can get DVDs of whatever movies you want. Twilight, Nosferatu…" he trailed off with a laugh again. You couldn't help but join him. As your laughter settled down again, Soap sighed.

"You should get some sleep, bonnie. You'll need it," he spoke as he withdrew his arms from your body. He stood and tugged the comforter from under the weight of your body with ease and placed it over your body. You passively wondered if it was Soap that had tucked you into this bed the first time around.

"You'll have tomorrow to recover and get your strength back. When you wake up, I'll give you a proper tour of the house, and we'll get you something to eat then." Then he paused for a moment. "Wait, when was the last time you ate…?" He wondered out loud. Then his face went blank in a moment of realization. "Oh, shit! I'll be back!"

And before you could say another word, he was out the door. You heard the sound of the lock turning. How had you only just now realized how hungry you were? You supposed it must've been the anxiety of the day's events that had kept your stomach in knots. You'd been so concerned about becoming a meal that you hadn't even thought of having one for yourself!

But as you waited for Soap to return, presumably with food, you felt your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. And then they were closed. And then you were asleep. And then a gentle hand at your shoulder was waking you up. You opened your eyes to see Soap standing over you, holding a dinner tray in his hands.

“Sit up,” he said. You did as he said, rubbing your eyes. “Sorry, this was all I could find, we’re not used to having human… guests over.” He stumbled over the last part. Both of you knew you weren’t a guest here. Guests had the freedom to leave. He set the tray on your lap for you. On the tray sat a lump of aged cheese and a handful of crackers. You didn't want to know how old they were, but you could tell just from looking that they were stale as rocks.

You brought one of the crackers to your mouth and nearly chipped a tooth. Both of you winced. You dropped it back down on the plate with a clatter and moved to the cheese. Thankfully it was edible. You choked it down and handed the tray back to Soap.

"I'm sorry, it's all we had-"

"It's fine," you snapped. It seemed that eating had only made the pit in your stomach deeper. You were hungry. You were tired. You were scared. And Soap was honestly just pissing you off.

"Well, someone's hangry…" he muttered to himself.

"Just get out," you commanded. Honestly you don't know what had gotten into you earlier. Why were you being so friendly with him? Maybe your head hadn't been as clear as you had thought.

"Excuse me?" Soap interjected. He dropped the tray on the nightstand beside you rather roughly and loomed over you. You were in awe of the size of him, acutely aware of the fact that he could snap you in half without breaking a sweat. He'd been so gentle tonight, you had all but forgotten how terrifying he'd been the night you'd met.

"You should remember who you're talking to, sweetheart," he growled, voice close to animalistic. "I go through the trouble to find human food for you and you just-" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. He opened his eyes to see yours watering.

"No, no, don't do that, pretty girl," he cooed, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, reaching to dry your tears, but you jerked away. Your wide, teary eyes watched as he didn't back down, instead holding your face with an impossibly strong hand. "Don't cry." You felt the knot in your chest dissipate. His thumbs wiped away your years. "There we go, bonnie. That's it. Smile for me." And so you smiled. "There's a good pet." He chuckled, and you felt your own laughter bubble up again. You couldn't tear your eyes away from his. "Now lie back down," You did. "And go to sleep." And you slept.

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☾ bound by bloodshed ☾

part two

⇠ part one - part three ⇢ word count: 2.6k potential warnings: explicit language, mentions of blood pairing: seattle!ellie x female reader ☾ mood board authors note: shorter chapter this time around, next one is gonna be at least 5k and will include smut, so buckle up :3

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It's three days later when Maria begrudgingly finally gives the go ahead for you and Ellie to track down the group. It’s dawn when Ellie re-enters Joel’s house, feeling the tension crackling in the air between them, a silent storm brewing beneath the surface.

Joel looks up as Ellie approaches, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of concern and frustration. "You sure about this, Ellie?" he asks, his voice gruff with worry. "Heading out on some wild goose chase into enemy territory?" Ellie bristles at his words, her frustration boiling over as she meets his gaze head-on.

"Yeah, I'm sure," she retorts, her tone sharp with defiance. "I'm not gonna sit around and wait for trouble to come knocking on our door. We need to take the fight to them." Joel shakes his head, his expression pained as he reaches out to grasp Ellie's arm, his touch gentle yet firm.

"You're being reckless, Ellie," he insists, his voice low and urgent. "You don't know what you're up against out there. You could get yourself killed." Ellie jerks her arm away, her anger flashing in her eyes as she squares her shoulders, refusing to back down.

"I can handle myself, Joel," she snaps, her voice trembling with frustration. "I'm not some helpless kid anymore. I know what I'm doing. You don’t get to make this decision, not after what happened with the fireflies." Joel's jaw tightens, his own frustration evident as he stands up from the table, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as Ellie hits a nerve.

"You think this is about you proving something?" he demands, his voice rising with emotion. "This isn't a game, Ellie. People's lives are at stake here, including yours." Ellie meets Joel's gaze, her eyes blazing with defiance even as her resolve wavers.

"I know that," she replies, her voice softer now, tinged with uncertainty. "But I can't just sit back and do nothing. I have to try." Joel's expression softens, his frustration giving way to concern as he reaches out to cup Ellie's cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"I know, kiddo," he murmurs, his voice filled with a fatherly tenderness that catches her off guard. Ellie hesitates, torn between her desire for independence and her need for Joel's guidance and support. She knows he's only trying to protect her, but the thought of backing down now fills her with a sense of defeat she can't bear.

"I can't just walk away from this, Joel," she whispers, her voice breaking with emotion. "I have to try." Joel sighs heavily, his shoulders slumping in resignation as he pulls Ellie into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her with a strength that belies his vulnerability.

"I know, kiddo," he reiterates against her hair, his voice thick with emotion. "I know."

As the silence stretches on, Ellie finds herself lost in her own thoughts, the weight of Joel's trust heavy on her shoulders. She wants to shake off the feeling of resentment that had bubbled up inside her, but it lingers, gnawing at her conscience. Finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, Ellie breaks from the hug.

"I'm gonna go check on my gear," she mumbles, her voice strained as she avoids Joel's gaze. He nods silently in response, his expression unreadable as he watches her retreat from the room.

Alone in the hallway, Ellie leans against the wall, her heart pounding in her chest as she tries to shake off the lingering frustration. She knows Joel means well, knows he's only looking out for her, but sometimes it feels like he's holding her back, like he doesn't trust her to make her own decisions.

With a frustrated sigh, Ellie pushes herself off the wall and exits through the back door, determined to focus on the task at hand. She rifles through her belongings, double-checking her supplies and ensuring everything is in order for the journey ahead.

But no matter how hard she tries to push the feeling aside, the tension between her and Joel still hangs in the air, a silent reminder of the rift that seems to grow wider with each passing day. It's not just about finding supplies or confronting their enemies—it's about proving to herself that she's capable, that she can handle whatever challenges come her way.

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As Ellie adjusts the bridle on Shimmer’s face, you double check the supplies in your bag. A stablehand passes Ellie a bag to attach to the saddle that holds supplements and extra supplies. As you count the number of bullets and canned food in your possession, you watch as Ellie skillfully tacks Shimmer. You knew how to ride, but you had to admit that Ellie was far better. 

Despite feeling a twinge of envy at Ellie's expertise, you remind yourself that everyone has their strengths, and yours lies in other areas. "Ready to go?" Ellie asks, flashing you a grin as she swings her bag over her shoulder. You nod, following suit as Ellie leads the horse out of the barn. Joel is waiting at the gate with Tommy, the older man sighing as Ellie refuses to look him in the eyes.

“Y’all be careful out there, yeah?” Tommy lectures, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You offer him a small smile and nod again. 

“No Jesse or Dina?” Joel questions, eyebrows furrowing. You glance over at Ellie and see her bite down on her tongue to keep from lashing out at the man.

“No,” you reply, sighing. “They’re needed on patrols, since we’ll be gone and Eugene retired.” Joel doesn’t seem pleased with the answer, but doesn’t add anything and moves aside to let you both through. 

“Be safe out there kiddo,” he says, his face searching for any source of response from Ellie. She hands you Shimmer, turning around to give Joel a bone-crushing hug. He melts into it, placing his head on top of hers. She doesn’t say anything as she pulls away, moving to mount the horse. She offers you a hand as you hop up behind her, arms instinctively wrapping around her waist, to which Ellie can feel a blush creeping in. 

With a gentle nudge of your heels, Shimmer begins to move forward, her hooves crunching on the gravel pathway leading out of Jackson. You steal a glance at Ellie, noticing the stress in her brow as she guides the horse forward.

The weight of Joel's unspoken concern lingers in your mind, and you can't help but wonder what's really going on between him and Ellie. But now isn't the time for probing questions or confrontations. You're on a mission, and your focus needs to be on the task at hand. 

The rhythm of Shimmer's gait beneath you soothes your nerves, and you find yourself falling into an uncomfortable silence, each lost in your own thoughts. The landscape around you gradually shifts from the familiar surroundings of Jackson into the rugged terrain beyond its borders. Tall trees loom overhead, casting dappled shadows across the forest floor as you navigate the winding paths.

But just as you start to relax into the journey, a distant sound breaks the quiet tranquility of the morning—a low, guttural growl that sends a shiver down your spine. Ellie tenses beside you, her grip on the reins tightening as she scans the surrounding woods with a wary gaze.

"Infected," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper as she urges Shimmer to move faster. Your heart pounds in your chest as you peer into the dense underbrush, straining to catch any movement amidst the trees.

And then, they emerge—a horde of infected, their twisted forms lurching forward with a frenzied hunger in their eyes. Panic surges through you as you realize you're completely outnumbered, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

Ellie's jaw sets in determination as she steers Shimmer off the main path, veering into the thick undergrowth in a desperate bid to escape the oncoming horde. Branches scrape against your arms as you duck low to avoid detection, the thudding footsteps of the infected echoing ominously behind you.

As the horde draws closer, Ellie's quick thinking guides Shimmer through a narrow gap between the trees, narrowly avoiding the grasp of the infected reaching out for you. The foliage tears at your clothes as you push through, adrenaline surging through your veins. With each passing moment, the sounds of pursuit grow fainter, indicating that you might have outpaced the infected, at least for now. Ellie slows Shimmer to a halt, dismounting and allowing both of you to catch your breath and assess the situation.

"That was too close," you mutter, wiping your clammy palms against your jeans as you scan the surroundings for any signs of danger. Ellie nods in agreement, her expression grim as she surveys the area.

"We need to keep moving," she says, her voice firm with resolve. "We can't risk getting caught out here again."

"Well, I guess you could say that was an unexpected twist," you remark, a playful glint in your eye as you steal a glance at Ellie.

She grins, her smile infectious as she meets your gaze. "Just another thrilling adventure with you," she replies, her tone teasing.

You chuckle, feeling a warmth spreading through you at the sight of her smile. "Hey, what can I say? I aim to keep things interesting," you quip, nudging her gently with your elbow.

Ellie laughs, the sound like music to your ears as she leans in closer. "Well, you certainly succeeded," she says, her voice soft but playful.

You find yourself drawn to her energy, unable to resist the urge to flirt back. "Glad to hear it. I wouldn't want you getting bored on our little escapades," you tease, a smirk playing on your lips.

Ellie's eyes sparkle with amusement as she leans in even closer, her breath warm against your ear. "Trust me, with you around, I don't think boredom will ever be an issue," she whispers, a hint of mischief in her voice.

You feel a rush of warmth at her words, the air between you charged with a newfound energy. "Well then, I guess we'll just have to keep each other entertained," you reply, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. And with an arm outstretched, you help her up into the saddle.

Silence falls between you again, this time a welcome presence. You have to physically resist the urge to rest your forehead against her shoulder – because friends don’t do that. Instead, you opt to analyze the fern inked on her forearm, the way her fingers hold the leather reins. Her skin is pale, covered in dainty freckles that dance across her surprisingly toned arms. You pull your lips between your teeth, shaking away words that threaten to spill out of your mouth.

Ellie slows Shimmer down to a walk upon reaching a small, seemingly torn apart town. As her hooves echo against the weed-infested pavement, you take in your surroundings. The sight of a tree growing out of the roof of a building catches your attention, its branches reaching skyward as if in defiance of the decay surrounding it. The windows of the buildings along the street are boarded up or covered in newspapers. A police car is resting upside down, becoming a home for a band of squirrels. 

Despite the desolation of the town, you can't shake the feeling of being watched, as if unseen eyes are tracking your every move from the shadows. You’re sure that if you go looking, there’s bound to be infected looming somewhere. So when Ellie suggests stopping for supplies, you hesitantly agree. 

Ellie pulls Shimmer to a halt, her gaze fixed on a nearby storefront. "There," she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she points to a dusty sign hanging above the entrance. "Looks like a general store. Might have something useful inside."

You falter slightly, your instincts screaming at you to turn and run, to leave this forsaken place behind and never look back. But you know that's not an option. With a heavy sigh, you dismount, your steps cautious as you approach the storefront. The door creaks open with a protest, revealing a dim interior filled with dilapidated shelves.

Ellie wastes no time in searching the aisles, her movements quick and efficient as she gathers the sparse supplies into her pack. You follow suit, your eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement as you work to collect what you can.

But just as you start to relax into the task, a low cry echoes through the silence, freezing you in place. The noise is coming from the back room, sending you into a crouch. It has to be a runner, otherwise the door opening would have alerted the creature. 

This is a routine kill, you think to yourself. No use in alerting or worrying Ellie. With a steady hand, you open the door to the office. And there, huddled in the corner, you see it; a lone infected, its twisted form writhing in pain as it claws at its own flesh. It’s mumbling incoherent words, a cruel sob racking its body. 

A piece of shattered glass finds its way to your dominant hand as you slowly approach the infected. In one swift movement, your hand is brought to its neck and drags the glass across its jugular. The runner lets out a sharp, shrieking cry as the glass slices into its skin, blood oozing onto your hands. The silence that follows is deafening, broken only by the sound of your own ragged breathing.

After a moment, you’re brought back to reality and quickly scavenge the few stray bullets on the floor and a roll of duct tape on the desk. “Ellie?” You shout, after hearing something loud drop in the store a few aisles away. The silence and stillness of the building fills you with dread, and you search for her with mounting anxiety. Suddenly, you hear the sound of a body hitting the ground in the distance, followed by a soft gasp of breath. 

And then, you see her—a flash of red hair amidst the chaos, her form hunched over as she fends off another runner with a ferocity that takes your breath away. Where did it come from? But before you can reach her, you hear a cry of pain, and your heart stops. 

"Ellie!" you shout again, rushing to her side as she collapses to the ground, clutching her arm in agony. Blood seeps through her fingers, staining the fabric of her shirt as she grits her teeth against the pain. You kneel beside her, your hands trembling as you assess the wound. It's deep—a nasty gash along her forearm, pink supple skin exposed to the elements. 

“Have you always had such pretty eyes?” She whispers, staring up at you despite the blood flowing down her arm. You’re taken aback by the statement, eyeing her carefully and raising your eyebrows.

“You’re a loser,” you quip back, rolling your eyes. 

“Worth a try,” she sarcastically responds, hastily wrapping a bandage around her wound, using her teeth to tie it in place. The entire time her eyes are on you, crimson staining her jaw and teeth. Something animalistic awakens in you at the sight, to which you tear your eyes away and struggle to stand back up, heat flooding your face. 

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[billdenbrough]

fem kevaaron studying ^_^

it starts, as many things do, because of neil

specifically bc neil is being really annoying. like. “more than usual,” kevin says, huffing, as she drops her stuff on aaron’s bed

“yes, kevin, go ahead. spread your stuff out. feel welcome,” aaron says dryly, but she’s already tucking her legs in a little, straightening up so she’s sitting with one leg crossed, the other a line of skin against the wall, her papers mixed in with kevin’s books in the middle of her bed. “he’s annoying all the time,” she points out. “you usually cope.”

“usually i can criticise his form in drills,” kevin grumbles. “it’s less effective when we’re studying.”

aaron’s mouth drops open. “you tried to study with him? have you lost your mind?” she shakes her head. “i can barely do it, and i’ve made an art form out of ignoring him.”

“can we just study,” kevin whines. begs, maybe. she’s trying not to think about it. life is a little easier to swallow around when she doesn’t let those sorts of words invade her thoughts when she’s around aaron.

“you’re the one who interrupted my studying,” aaron points out, making a face, but she acquiesces. makes some more room for kevin on her bed, even as she grumbles that she shouldn’t. her socked toes keep bumping against kevin’s bare knee. kevin keeps reciting important dates from her mesoamerican history reading to herself to try ignore it.

so it starts a pattern

it’s usually on aaron’s bed. this is partially because kevin is “too fucking fussy” (aaron’s very gracious and dignified way of putting it) about things on her bed, partially because when they do it in the house in columbia, aaron is the only one with an actual bed (or even, you know, room) and partially because kevin gets distracted sometimes with aaron laying down on her bed, chewing on the end of her pen (which is objectively gross, and kevin should think is gross, but unfortunately kevin often thinks it’s hot, or at least, gets distracted by thinking about other things aaron could put in her mouth), that little furrow in her brow as she scowls at her biology textbook. (okay, so maybe it’s a little more partially. maybe it’s mostly that one. whatever. kevin’s not good at being alone, rarely ever is, but her bed is her domain. if her thoughts tend to stray when she’s on it, well, that’s just how it is)

kevin just drops her stuff everywhere, aaron complains and calls her a presumptuous bitch, kevin rolls her eyes and throws an energy drink at her head, and aaron stretches to catch it, leading to her grinning, smug and satisfied, and the afterimage of her bouncing chest burned into kevin’s eyes as she glances away, checking on her study materials

it’s good

it’s really good

aaron is focused, non-intrusive. kevin gets distracted sometimes watching her, but that’s true of many occasions. when kevin needs to memorise dates, aaron quizzes her on her flash cards, asking her prompting questions when kevin’s getting stuck at the end of the day, but keeping her expression blank when kevin’s trying to remember of her own accord. it’s weird, the way she knows what to do. then kevin thinks about how aaron studies, and she thinks she gets it. it’s mostly similar, but the parts that aren’t, it’s like —

once, when kevin was sick and ignoring it, aaron had checked her so hard on the court that kevin stumbled. which is pretty low effort in the scheme of things, but kevin didn’t often stumble to aaron—she’s an entire foot shorter than her, and kevin’s exy focus has always made her hard for anyone but matt, jean or thea to corner—and she doesn’t think aaron really wanted to knock her flat. (kevin has been knocked flat on her back by aaron before. her first thought, naturally, was about how to make best use of it against beckenridge. her second thought was about how she didn’t mind the view, flat on her back and aaron scowling down at her. she tries not to think about that.) you’re fucking sick, aaron had said, eyeing her even as she’d offered her a hand. get off the court. kevin had been belligerent. you’re not the captain, she’d said, and aaron had rolled her eyes. fine, she’d said, then raised her eyebrows at neil, who had taken the signal for what it was. he’s not the captain either, kevin had hissed, but she’d started stomping off the court anyway. even as vice captain, neil could order her off the court, and probably would. kevin refused to allow that to happen. the indignity would probably choke her.

later, aaron had brought water to her in bed and raised an eyebrow at her. are you still sulking? she’d wanted to know. and kevin was, kind of, and kevin wasn’t, kind of, because kevin was still pissed at having to leave the court but something had burrowed deep in her stomach at the math of it all. kevin off the court = aaron had noticed she was sick. kevin off the court = aaron had watched her + aaron had noticed + aaron had cared enough to intervene. it was maybe a stupid thing to be appeased by, but something in kevin was. (she was still mostly pissed off about having to leave the court, and complained to aaron at length, who rolled her eyes and huffed at kevin and ignored all her complaints but stayed anyway, just doing some crossword as she sat cross-legged on the edge of kevin’s bed while kevin bitched her way into drowsiness.)

so what kevin thinks is that even the parts of their study style that don’t match, aaron knows how to accommodate for kevin, because she notices kevin too. watches her, keeps an eye out, does little things that maybe don’t matter but mean kevin matters, at least a little, and that’s something, isn’t it?

and sometimes, when kevin is wearing her reading glasses (the ones she sorta hates because they’re an odd sensation on her face, something she’s still getting used to, the ones aaron had to drag her to the optometrist for because everyone else was busy that day) and sifting through an especially dense text, and aaron gives a gusty sigh and rubs at her eyes, then uses kevin’s thigh as a pillow as she scowls fiercely up at the ceiling and kevin looks down at her, affectionate and endeared and amused, all this fondness—

and sometimes, in those moments, when aaron meets her eyes and her lips quirk up in a half-smile, higher on the left than right, momentarily appeased from her biochem-induced disgruntlement by kevin’s smile – sometimes kevin thinks that maybe the little things matter to her too

(aaron, months later, when this comes up eventually after they’ve gotten their shit together: what. of course they mattered. c’mon, kev, you can’t have thought that just any smile would have made me smile back? oh my god. this is a terrible conversation. i can’t believe we’re having it. you’re the worst. you thought—imagine! imagine! as if neil’s smile would have ever made a situation better. oh my god. i can’t stand you.)

(it’s ok. kevin kisses the complaints out of her mouth, bc now she knows she can. aaron harrumphs, but she smiles against her lips, kisses her back. yeah, kevin day. the little things matter. you matter.)

[skylarmoon71]

Castiel (Supernatural/Grimm) - Short Story - Chapter 1

You’ve gotten used to your sister’s irrational ideas and craziness, but this definitely took the cake. 

When you returned from your last training session you kept telling her to let it go. But Diana’s never been very reasonable, especially when it came to messing with you. 

That’s why you’re currently standing in a motel with three other guys. 

Two of which were apparently being telekinetically forced against the wall. The other guy was older, dressed in a business suit. All eyes turned in your direction when they took notice of your presence. 

“Well, what do we have here? Hello love.”

The suited guy was grinning in a devilish way. 

“Run!!” 

One of the guys called, still fighting against whatever spell this guy used. 

“Now, is that any way to greet a guest?” 

He lifted his hand, flicking his wrist. From his confused expression he obviously expected something to happen. 

“Usually that does the trick.” 

You frown, reaching over your shoulder as you draw your machete. His eyes widened, and this time he flung his hand more aggressively, but nothing happened. 

“That’s not good.” 

The second you took a step forward he was gone in a blink and both men dropped from the wall immediately. You looked around, still preparing for an attack. Both men were trying to gather their breaths. When you realize the threat is gone, you sheath your blade, rushing over to them. 

“Are you both alright?” 

You moved over to the taller one and he nodded, straightening. His friend did the same, looking you over. 

“How did you do that?” The taller man asked. 

Your brows furrowed. 

“Do what?” 

“Deflect his attack. You didn’t even move.” 

So your assumptions were correct, he must have been Wesen. 

A Zauberbiest maybe.

“I’m not exactly normal. I’m guessing he tried because he didn’t know.” 

While you were happy these two strangers were okay, there is no sign of your sister. 

“Where am I? Where is Diana? Did he grab her before you got here?” 

Now they're both confused. 

“Who is Diana?” The shorter one asked. 

“My sister she..she’s the one that made this dumb spell. I told her to stop messing around. Now I’m in some busted up town dealing with a Zauberbiest.” You grumble. 

“What’s a Zauberbiest?” They both inquire. 

You feel a bit disoriented. Your assumption was they had to be Grimms, or at least know about it. It can’t be a coincidence that guy attacked them. But they look puzzled. You run a hand over your face. 

“Who are you guys?” 

“Well Black Widow, I’m Dean and this is my brother Sam.” 

His little jab felt like a joke Diana would make. 

You huff. 

“My name isn’t Black Widow. I’m “(Y/N). (Y/N) Burkhardt.” 

You didn’t like this situation, even less now that you have no idea where Diana is or where you are. 

“Damn it, Dad is gonna kill me.” 

You’ve lost count of how many lectures he’s given about using spells. But Diana was never one to listen. You can just imagine what Kelly will say when you both get busted. 

“Alright, since we’re all acquainted, maybe it’s time to call in some angelic help. Cas!! Get your butt down here!” 

You’re confused on why Dean is screaming into the air. At least at first. The distinct flapping of wings is heard and you turn in surprise at the male now standing behind you. For a moment your instinct is to draw your blade, but the second your eyes meet you all but freeze. 

His eyes are a beautiful shade of blue and you’re stunned, because you can literally see wings. He’s staring back at you in a similar state of awe. Your heart is pounding, and for once it’s not because of a confrontation with a Wesen or some world ending situation. Your legs literally feel weak. You try to take a step back, maybe distance will help, but your legs buckle and before you even fall, you’re caught. 

“I’ve got you.” 

His voice is low and smooth as honey. You swallow as his hand that’s laying around your waist guides you back upright. 

“Who are you..” 

“My name is Castiel. I’m an angel.” 

An angel. 

Of course he is.

It seems Diana’s spell might have worked. There’s no other way to explain why just the sight of him has you acting like a smitten teen. 

You pull out of his hold, clearing your throat as you fix your jacket. Sam and Dean look between the both of you. 

“So..are you two done flirting?” Dean asks. 

You glare in his direction and he just smirks. 

“Cas here is gonna explain what the hell is going on. For example, who is this Wonder Woman chick and where did she come from?” 

“Your little references aren’t very funny.”

You’re annoyed at how similar he is to Diana.

“Knock it off Dean, she just saved our lives.” Sam interjects.

“Yeah, care to explain how you did that because Crolwey’s basically the king of Hell. One of the strongest demons we know and he couldn’t even nudge you.” 

His words aren’t making much sense.

“Demon? That guy was a demon?” 

“Yeah, what did you think he was?” Sam asks. 

“A Wesen.” 

“What the hell’s a Wesen?” Dean questions. 

Now you’re certain you have no idea what’s going on. 

Castiel turns to you, as if trying to figure it all out. 

“You said Wesen.” 

“Yes, that’s what we call them.” 

His expression seems contemplative, as if putting it all together in his head. 

“I’ve heard about you, but this is wrong, you shouldn’t be here. Not in this universe.” 

The more he speaks the less sense he makes. 

“What do you mean in this universe?” 

“I mean you’re from another universe. Grimms, Wesen, they don’t belong here.” 

You’re shocked, because he knows. You’re sort of relieved you’re not going crazy. 

“Could someone explain what the hell is going on!” Dean yells. 

Honestly, you don’t blame his hysteria, because this is a lot to take in. You move to the bed taking a seat. 

“Something tells me this is going to be a while, anyone got a drink.” 

From Dean’s expression you can tell that he needs one too.

[alan-in-the-outernet]

another lost!Alex drabble

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She pondered that night at the castle as she sat in the tavern, slowly sipping at her wine.

It hadn't been long since she'd helped to overthrow the king. She'd been told that it would be an easy job since the king would be weakened ahead of time and that it was what the kingdom needed. Indeed, he'd been stuck in his bed unable to do anything by the time she'd gotten to him with her knife. Though he still screamed. Not with terror like one would expect from someone about to die, but with fury. He'd heard the abrupt ends of the princes screams.

However, the job wasn't as easy as it should've been. For some reason, the outsider that the king had recently adopted had been able to put up an impressive fight. They still disgusted her. It was a shock when the king had chosen to adopt an outsider from the neighboring kingdom. A rat like that had no place anywhere near this kingdom, much less the castle. But.. she did have to give them credit for the way they stood in front of the princes. It was strange a one so young could be so tough. She and her team were a group of highly trained professionals, and yet they'd managed to cause so much trouble. They even nearly managed to slay one of them. That just goes to show how dangerous these outsiders are, she supposed.

It was a shame what has to be done to the princes. They were unlucky, being in line for the throne and needing to be dealt with. It was their father's fault for bringing this on them, it was him who'd decided to declare peace and take in that outsider. She was just doing what had to be done. They weren't entirely innocent though, they did still seem to care about that outsider and even tried to hide behind them.

She sighed and took another sip of her wine. Members of her faction had been dropping fast since that happened. Most likely it was a rival assassin working for the other kingdom, but more superstitious folk would say that it was the spirit of the king seeking vengeance. She remembered his desperation and wrath and admitted that the theory made sense, even if she didn't believe in that sort of thing.

Finishing her wine, she paid her tab and left. She was careful to stick to the shadows as she made her way home. She'd made sure not to drink enough alcohol to cloud her senses or judgment in case there was trouble. She might not know the culprit, but it was undeniable that there was someone or something hunting her faction.

Something was wrong. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stick up in anticipation. She had the feeling she was being watched, but couldn't be sure. It's possible that she was being paranoid, but with a hunter on the loose she couldn't afford not to take this seriously. She tried to lose whatever it was that followed her, dodging into crowds and cloaking herself in shadows. Nothing she did could make the feeling go away. Hoping that it was nothing, she entered the alleyway that lead to her hideout.

However, the moment she was out of sight of the crowd she felt herself get knocked to the ground. Her reflexes kicked in and kept her from hitting her head but she was unable to get up. She was rolled into her back so she could face her attacker. They were wearing a dark cloak and was much shorter than she was expecting. She felt a deep loathing in her very being and could sense that this was an outsider. Looking into their eyes however, she froze in horror. There weren't many things that scared her, but she knew that this outsider was supposed to be dead. She knew this because she helped kill them. The expression on their face was no longer that of a desperate child, but of a cold blooded killer. She'd seen that very same expression in her reflection, but there was more anger behind it here. An icy hatred that made her shiver.

"You- you're dead! You're supposed to- to be dead! I watched you die! I saw you be killed!" she choked out, struggling to get her voice to work.

She watched as those cold, hateful eyes stared into her soul before the other responded, "you cannot kill me in a way that matters."

In terror she cried out "please, I'll give you anything!"

They glared at her and it was as if the temperature dropped several degrees.

"I want my family back" they said, preparing their blade to strike.

"What even..." she paused, her voice wavering as she continued "are you...?"

"A human."

And she was dead.

Horrifying! Lovely!

Okay in all seriousness.. I love the suspense... the flashback ish but not quite towards what happened to the king and the princes.. the horrifyingness of Alex...

Yeah.. avatars would probably be terrifying for these npcs.. they come back...

They come back.. and can not truly die..

[numberonetacostan]

Hi! I’m back again with another headcanon!

So, basically we all know Tacos persona in II S1 right? Annoying, stupid, semi-verbal, armless, etc? Cool, well in one of the streams Brian(?) semi-confirmed that Taco based that persona off a part of her own personality.

With that being said, and getting to my actual headcanon. Taco is the most silliest gal around. Like, hear me out. Taco does little mannerisms like bitting her nails when she’s thinking, sticking the tip of her tongue out when she’s bored, she does the T-Rex arms/hiding her arms in her shell subconsciously. All of which she did in S1. (Somewhat human AU time but is kinda relevant) She indulges (somewhat) in scene fashion and culture and fully leaned into it in S1, fully removing it in early S2 before falling back into the semi-scene zone.

In S2 after she meets Mic she tries to hide her “weird” mannerisms and such to make herself feel more formal and normal. Hiding away that silly part of her that shows up a bit in S2, I can imagine Microphone notices some “weird” behavior from Taco but it’s just her S1 personality showing though a bit.

So, TLDR; Tacos S1 persona is based on parts of her own personality that she flanderized, tried to hide said part of her personality, then fully embraced it.

Also, sorry if this is more canon focused then my last ask 😅

Hi Mushy!!!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for submitting another ask!!!! :D

I think I remember him saying that!!!! Regardless, I love that idea!! Going into this here real quick before I respond to what you've mentioned in the rest of your ask, but the whole s1 and everything that went down in the finale would have had a serious negative impact on Taco's self expression, yeah? Any time a silly thought enters her head or she catches herself doing something silly, it would remind her of what she did and all she's lost!! I can see her hard hard suppressing that part of herself for quite some time!!! Pushing it down and playing up her formal, serious mastermind persona. And when the silly part of her does try to pop up? That's some intense self-loathing there. We already see some of that from Taco during Taco's Tirade, her thinking herself to be monstrous and irredeemable, and when she finds herself doing something that flanderized version of herself that she made would do? That's some hard self-hatred there. I'd argue that she may have struggle with self-hatred before the whole reveal. She took a part of herself and flanderized it? Made herself dumb and loud and annoying (an: i love season 1 taco i think she is a treasure and i Do Not find her annoying)? To me, that seems like her taking a part of herself that she found obnoxious and uncouth, playing it up, and then having those thoughts about herself reinforced by most of the people around her. Anyways. That's my two cents on Taco's self-image issues, on to your actual ask!!! (sorry this one got away from me lol)

ON TO TACO BEING SILLY! I think the more time she'd spend with others, namely Mic, the more comfortable being silly around them she'd be. Like how she switches from calling Mic by her full name to using her nickname in episodes 13 and 14. Mepad might go a bit faster, despite the shorter time they had together :,(, since she had opened up to him and formed that deeper connection by opening up to him, AND since he didn't have the same suspicions about her that even Mic had upon meeting her. It would take her quite some time to be even a little silly around any of the others upon her rejoining the larger group, and if she's around some like Pickle, OJ, or even Paper, I don't think she'd relax nearly enough to be silly. BUT ON TO YOUR ACTUAL ASK IM SO SORRY MUSHY. Sticking out her tongue, t-rex-ing/tucking her arms in, casually sticking her arms out at weird angles, yes yes yes!!! Let her be weird and silly!! She may even spit out a lemon or two, in private since it is rather uncouth, just because she feels like it!!!! You go girl, express yourself!!!! :D

I don't usually put her in scene fashion, personally, but I totally dig it when people do!!! It looks great!!!!!!^^ I wish I could comment more, but I genuinely wear like the same thing every day. Not the same clothes, but like, I have like 7 identical pairs of pants and 7 t-shirts that I wear throughout the week. I've been branching out a bit recently, but like, 5/7 days of the week it still looks like I'm wearing the same thing again and again. I do not fashion, unfortunately.

Taco occasionally accidentally being silly around Mic early in their relationship is!!!! Taco would probably try to gaslight her about it honestly, tell Mic she was absolutely not humming and she's clearly hearing things and such, but like I said as she gets more attached she doesn't deny it quite as much. Mic already finds her tsundere act cute lol she wouldn't mind much I don't think. Though she'd be incredibly happy when Taco gets comfy enough to be openly silly around her <3.

NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE!!!!!! I AM OPEN TO ANY AND ALL (non sexual!!!!) ASKS, CLOSE TO CANON OR AS FAR FROM CANON AS IT GETS!!!!! I LOVE II AND EVERYTHING ABOUT IT AND EVERY CHARACTER IN IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Don't know if you are still taking prompts from that post you made, but I love how you write our boy Simon Arish, something involving the word dissolve maybe?

waahh thank you!! ;u; I absolutely am taking prompts still (and right now am at a point where I'll sort of take them till I stop getting them kjfhdkjhkdfh) I hope you enjoy!

"Simon."

It takes him a moment to recognize his own name. He has to pull himself back out of his head, wrench his eyes up from his cup, let the recognition hit him square between the eyes, and fix his face into a happier expression. Cho's apartment comes back into focus. The rest of his buddies are razzing each other in the living room. Remus is across from him at the kitchen table, thoughtful, searching his face.

"Yeah?" He tries for a smile, and hopes it's more reassuring than it feels. "What?"

"Something up with you, man?"

"Yeah, the fact that you used my first name. That one's usually only employed by ma, or if I've really messed something up. God forbid it's both."

The joke makes him laugh, but Remus finds less humor in it. He just gives him another inquisitive look, then takes up another slice of greasy pizza.

"What?" Arish laughs again, hands out in a questioning disbelief. "I got something on my face? You have a weird dream about me? What is it?"

Remus leans back in his seat, tapping a finger on the table, taking his time to chew through a bite. Arish waits.

"I didn't forget a birthday or upset someone, right?" he asks, a bit more concerned now. "Don't make me so nervous."

Finally, he asks:

"Are you thinking of quitting?"

Arish's stomach drops.

"What?" He hopes his voice comes across more as disbelieving, rather than caught. But he won't lie. "No. Where'd you even get that idea? What do you think I'm gonna do?" Another nervous laugh bubbles out, and he hopes it smooths any worries Remus has. He grabs his beer and takes another drink, wishing it was maybe a little stronger. Remus' stash of whiskey, maybe.

"Cause we've all considered it, after what happened. And there's something different about you. You're good at keeping our secrets, but not your own. Keep getting lost in your head, lingering off on your own. You don't ask for help as it is--"

"Wow, alright--"

"--which is true, because I know you. And that's why I know something's up with you. All I can figure is you're quitting. Am I right?"

Remus waits, eyebrows raised. Arish tries and fails to readjust his shirt into a more comfortable position, or maybe into one that will open a Threshold and swallow him whole.

"No," he says finally. Again, not a lie. "I'm not quitting. I couldn't leave you guys." The biggest truth he knows. Remus leans forward, elbows on the table, pizza discarded on a thin paper plate.

Arish glances over his shoulder at the rest of his squad. They're arguing over something, animated and loud, about 5 minutes away from a noise complaint. Like it's just any other day. Like nothing has ever happened to any of them.

He turns back with a sigh.

"But... I did put in a request for leave. Temporary," he looks down at his slice of pepperoni. Easier than trying to meet Remus' unwavering gaze. "I'd still be in the House, if they approve it. Working security. I've been meaning to tell you guys. Figured one of our get togethers was a bad idea. Don't really want to be the party pooper for that one."

"So you decided to mope around like you're dying instead?"

He's almost offended, until he catches his eye and sees the glimmer of a smile in it.

"C'mon man. Why wouldn't you tell us that? What for, the stress? If you need a break, you need a break. What're we gonna do, kick you out?"

All the tension in Arish's shoulders dissolves. A sheepish smile tries to hide behind the neck of his beer bottle.

"I dunno. What, you guys would let some security staff member pal around at the ranger function?"

"Badass like you? Absolutely. Never thought I'd hear that out of your mouth either. You sell yourself way shorter and give yourself way less credit than every other employee in that place." Remus picks his pizza slice up and tosses it across the table, and it lands and skids across Arish's plate into his lap. "Knock it off."

"These are new pants!" he protests, but it gets a real laugh from him.

"Your fault for wearing them. C'mon man, temporary reassignment? Over here acting like you've been fired, or about to die of some disease. Actually got lycanthropy from the mission or something."

Arish slings the pizza back.

"Hey!" Cho calls out, lounging on the couch. "No food fights in my place. Save that for Guy's bachelor pad or something." Arish gives Remus a grin, moving to join the others, jamming a thumb back toward him.

"Hey, he started it."

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hi mah 😊 If requests are open, I have an idea I'd love to share with you! 🫶 may I please request ler!Tetsuido and lee!Muichiro? I dont think I've seen any tickle fics with Tetsuido, if I'm not mistaken, so this should be the first 🤩🎉

Tetsuido's relationship with Muichiro is so deeply meaningful and sad at the same time... I feel like Tetsuido is such an underrated character yet he was one of the very few characters who truly cared about Muichiro. He saw through Mui's facade. Tetsuido was worried about not only Muichiro's amnesia problem but his mental state as well, and how he was actually struggling with all his problems. Its sad that he was such a tough (but gentle!) looking old man yet the sight of the sword he made for child soldier Muichiro brought tears to his eyes 💔 its even sadder that he passed on still worrying about Muichiro while Mui didnt even acknowledge or bother about Tetsuido's care for him, until he got his memories back but it was too late by then 💔

The idea: Mui arrived at the swordsmith village to pick up a new sword from Tetsuido, and he's looking even more lost and anxious from when Tetsuido last saw him. He barely even remembers who Tetsuido is, until Tetsuido had to remind him! Muichiro visibly gets a bit frustrated at his memory problems, frustrated about forgetting something as important as his own swordsmith, and his aloof and tough facade cracks just a bit... but this crack is more than enough for Tetsuido's knowing eyes to notice, and it breaks Tetsuido's heart to see him suffocating alone under all his burdens. So Tetsuido tries to lighten the mood with some tickle therapy 🥹 he goes for alllll his tickle spots and weak points. He tries his best to make Muichiro smile and laugh, so that he can at least have some breathing space and live as a carefree child... even if its just for a short moment, its more than enough to relieve Mui from some of his stress and worries.

Muichiro would probably forget about this time spent with Tetsuido when he leaves the village, but at least he'll be leaving feeling a little bit lighter... and that's an outcome that will further lighten Tetsuido's aching heart.

Thank you for your time 💝 I'm sorry for writing such a long request haha 😭 its also a bit more on the angst side but we have some fluff at the end to save the day too 🥺✨️ please do not hesitate to decline my request for whatever the reason may be, its alright 😊 hope you have a wonderful day or evening!

Affective memory

Ler: Tetsuido

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Muichiro saw a man and decided to get information from him

“Excuse me, do you know where I can find the blacksmith Tetsuido?”

The man, who looked older, sighed.

“Why do you want to talk to him?”

“I need a new sword”

The old man looked deeply at Muichiro

“Has he been your blacksmith for a long time?”

“I… I'm sorry I don't remember…”

The boy continued with a blank expression

“Muichiro, it’s me” the man raised a hand and held the boy’s hand “I’m Tetsuido”

Muichiro's eyes widened.

"Sir! Ah, I'm sorry sir... I don't... I can't remember..." the boy covered his face with his hands "I didn't want to forget you, sir"

“Come here, my kid” Tetsuido called him for a hug “has your amnesia gotten worse?”

“Yes, I hate this fucking disease.”

“I haven’t seen you in a while, Muichiro, tell me how you’ve been”

Muichiro told, he said that his memory was getting shorter and shorter and his emotions were getting smaller, he didn't feel like eating or sleeping, he just fought as if he was a robot

“You shouldn't hate yourself for that, of course not” Tetsuido passed a hand over the boy's face

“I hate myself” Muichiro looked away

“Kid, it’s not your fault”

“I can’t even remember you, what the fuck do I have in my head?”

"Calm down…"

“I can’t even remember why I’m like this…”

“Muichiro, listen to me”

Tetsuido interrupted Muichiro's rude words about himself, the old man had already known the boy long enough to know that he had bouts of anxiety and stress sometimes, and there were measures that needed to be taken to calm the boy down.

“Muichiro, you know I want to help you, don’t you?”

He gestured yes with his head

“So let me help in a way that I know will make you better, okay?”

The old man stretched out his hands and grabbed the waist of the boy standing in front of him.

"Hey! Why like this?” Muichiro laughed a little

“Because affective memories like touch and objects are good for unlocking more important ones, and you need to smile a little, don’t you?”

The boy's eyes widened when he felt the initial chill of the tickle rise through his body, he can't remember whether Mr. Tetsuido had tickled him several times before, but he knows he's afraid of what he might do.

It all started with calm squeezes on his waist, but Muichiro was too sensitive and that already made him laugh.

“You can laugh”

The boy was holding back laughter

“Pff- nohohohoho!”

"Let's go! Laugh! How can you forget me? It makes me want to punish you, boy~”

“Sihihihir pleheAHSHEHEHE” the hands started to move around the boy’s belly

Muichiro forced himself to remain standing because he knew that if he fell to the ground the old man wouldn't be able to continue tickling, and he didn't want him to stop...

“Does this give you good feelings? Does it remind you of me?”

“AHAHAHA YEHEHEHEHEHES”

"Do you like it?"

Muichiro hid his face with his hands

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, kid, you’re just a child, you need to play, have you never seen anyone like you playing like that?” Tetsuido moved one of the hands that hid the boy's face.

Muichiro had already seen tickle fights between hashiras a few times, if even people with such important roles can laugh a little, why can't he too? After all, he is a hashira too…

“PLEHEHEHEASHEHE ANOHOHOTHEHER SPOHOHOHOT”

"Why? You like that spot” Tetsuido said this with certainty, it wasn't to provoke the boy (although it worked for that too)

Muichiro started to have a little tears in his eyes, so Tetsuido stopped

"Até you ok?"

The tears didn't stop in Muichiro's eyes

“Y-yeah, I just… I think I have memories of something like that.”

“You just don’t know what it is, do you?”

He agreed

“See, I told you that affective touch memory works very well”

Muichiro smiled “thank you sir”

Tetsuido raised his blacksmith mask a little and showed a smile to the boy “you don’t need to thank me”

The old man got up

“Now come, let’s get your sword”

Muichiro got up and accompanied Tetsuido, he just had to be grateful that this man always cared so much about his well-being, he was special

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