#and Cal deserves family

[ottpopfic]

God I just realized that Jason and Leo are gonna have to rock paper scissors whos side Calypso is going to be on at the wedding

[fisheito]

You know who you remind me of? Helga Pataki.

Please tell me you (or somebody else) gets the reference 😂

anon u turned my world to static with that namedrop

on the list of things i did NOT expect to happen ,because hUH??: someone dragging [hey arnold] into my tiny nuca inbox

[droidrights]

A Freindly Face: Chapter One of Two

Everyone deserves something nice! Cal Kestis even more than others, and Mosey too! Something light and casual because it doesn't have to be dire life and death all the time! Companionship, good food and drink plus some sexy times to unwind.

“Oh stars, you're with someone.” She jumped to the next conclusion, “I’m sorry, I’ve just never seen you bring anyone around. You’ve never mentioned- well not that you need to-“ “No no, it’s not that. Not exactly, anyway” A vision of large dark brown eyes and coal colored lips passed through Cal’s mind, leaving a cloud of green smoke in its wake, before vanishing completely. “I just thought… well … don’t you ever get lonely, Cal?” Mosey’s eyes were dark too.

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[llumimoon]

I know I very much have a Normal Oak bias <3 but I do really understand each of the teens and their reasons for doing everything that they’ve done in this episode! It’s really really interesting to me to see all their different ideals, attitudes, and feelings clash !! I love Normal to pieces but I can admit that he can be pretty self centered and insecure at times. He has his flaws! As do the rest of the teens! And that’s why I love them so much as characters <3

[dark-and-kawaii]

ʚ♡ɞ New Life & Beginnings ʚ♡ɞ

- Rolan x F!Tav/Reader

- Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader

- Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

✧˖°. Summary: Separate stories involving Rolan, Zevlor, and Raphael with their newborns.

✧˖°. Notes: I’m a sucker for these men being dads, and I just needed some softness… And a little angst for Zevlor

✦ Fluff | Prt 1. For Zevlor but not needed to read this | Hint of Angst For Zevlor & Rolan | Dadphael

Rolan

Rolan stood by the window, cradling a newborn in his arms. The child, swaddled in soft, faded blue linens, was a stark contrast to the crimson of Rolan's skin. His tail swayed gently back and forth in rhythm with the quiet hum he sang to soothe the infant.

It was a rare sight indeed. He never thought he’d hum to some infant, let alone his very own. But he figured this child, his child, deserved everything he never got to experience. His own childhood had been marked by absence, devoid of a loving mothers touch and a fathers protection…

Life had not always been kind to Rolan. As an orphaned tiefling with horns that curled back like the branches of a twisted tree and eyes the color of molten gold, he had wandered through his early years shrouded in solitude. No last name to claim, no family to return to after his day's adventures. That was until Cal and Lia found him.

Now, here he stands in a grand tower to call his own, his life transformed yet again. The room was filled with the quiet murmur of a new beginning. His gaze drifted towards the bundle of pillows on the floor where you, his beloved, rested deeply. The labor had been long and taxing, and Rolan despised the fact it happened here in the tower. Still though, a faint smile crossed his features as he whispered a heartfelt, “Thank you.”

The infant, perhaps sensing the warmth of his father's gratitude, joined in on the thanks and cooed softly, a delicate sound that seemed to stitch the very air with joy and its very own magic. Rolan chuckled, a sound rich with love, and lowered his face to plant a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead.

But the tranquility of the moment was abruptly punctuated by a tiny sneeze from his little one. Reflexively, Rolan pulled back slightly, just in time to see a small flame burst forth from the baby’s nostrils... The flame caught the ends of Rolan’s hair, igniting them with a soft fizz.

Rolan's initial annoyance flickered across his face as quickly as the flame had caught his hair. He patted down the singed ends with a practiced hand, his expression melting into one of bewildered joy. The tiny sneeze had revealed something extraordinary about his child.

“By the stars,” Rolan murmured, his annoyance flickering away as quickly as it had ignited, replaced by a surge of excitement. “A sorcerer?… Or should I say, sorceress?” His voice was a mix of wonder and pride as he looked down at his daughter, whose big eyes blinked back at him, unaware of her fiery debut, “If you wish to master your skills you’ll need a good teacher. Thankfully you have everything you need- right here.”

Turning back towards the cozy corner where you slept, his tail continued swishing softly behind him. Carefully, almost tenderly, he nudged the sheet with the tip of his tail, pulling it up to tuck around you more securely. He then sat down beside you, his smile never wavering.

“I- I can't thank you enough,” Rolan reached for your hand, holding it gently between his, “Before you, my world was a tapestry with beautiful threads but no real picture.” he glanced down at yours and his daughter, “you've helped me start a family to call my own, besides Cal and Lia.”

His tail curled around, encircling both himself and his daughter as he continued to hold your hand.

Once an orphan, now a cherished father and partner. Rolan found himself at the center of his own growing family, with a sense of belonging he had never imagined possible.

Zevlor

His sleep was anything but peaceful… Zevlor tossed his head from side to side, his features twisting in torment. The sheets were crumpled beneath him, damp with sweat, as he muttered a sullen, “gods... no.” Each word was a whisper of despair, barely escaping his lips as the nightmare clenched its cold fingers around his mind.

In the throes of his dream, he found himself with blood stained hands as you lay lifeless in his arms. His hands tainted with your blood, his own sword impaled through your slightly distended abdomen… The nightmare depicted a grim scene where the influence of the Absolute had pushed him too far. By the time he realized his actions, it was tragically too late…

While holding your still form, Zevlor shut his eyes tightly, tear drops forming at their edges, desperately praying to any deity that might hear his cries, begging that this horror was not reality. Yet, upon reopening his eyes, the haunting image remained unchanged… There you were, still and devoid of life. His hand grazed your stomach, his head resting against yours, as he envisioned the life that might have been…

The tiefling bolted upright, shaken from the harrowing nightmare, his heartbeat pounding as the nightmarish visions clung to his mind. He extended his hand hesitantly, a wave of relief washing over him when he felt the comforting warmth of your sleeping figure beside him.

“It was only just a dream…” he whispered, though the words did little to calm his frayed nerves. Rolling onto his side, he pulled you close, his tail coiling around your leg to help keep you in place. He took a deep breath, inhaling your familiar scent as if to reassure himself of your presence. You stirred slightly but did not wake, for which he was grateful. He did not think he could speak of the horrors he'd seen. Far too afraid that you might have regrets keeping him at your side.

With a tilt of his head, Zevlor surveyed the room in search of the sole other treasure that held immense value in his existence. His infernal gaze landed on the crib where his beloved child peacefully slumbered. Silently he stood and peered into the crib, observing the delicate rhythm of his precious newborn’s tranquil breaths, finding solace in their steady respiration. Recollections of tender smiles and tiny grasping fingers alleviated the remnants of fear lingering in his thoughts.

How close he'd come to losing everything that day… When the absolute swayed him… Never again though. Never.

Quietly, Zevlor lifted the babe and returned to your side.

Holding his child close, the newborn's tiny heartbeat and warmth proof that the nightmare was not truly a reality.

“I vow to you, my child, and to your mother,” he whispered softly, his voice a tender rumble in the quiet of the night. “I will be your shield, your protector. No harm shall come to you as long as I draw breath.”

Zevlor's gaze shifted from the baby back to you. The sight of you both, safe and sound, was truly a balm to his troubled soul. Carefully, he adjusted his child in his arms, ensuring they were snug and secure. With a deep, steadying breath, he allowed himself a moment to simply be present, soaking in the quiet joy of fatherhood and being your lover. The fears of his nightmare seemed to dissolve, replaced by a quiet confidence borne of love and duty.

As the night deepened, Zevlor continued to watch over his little family. Every so often, he would gently touch the baby's cheek or brush a soft kiss against your forehead. These small acts reaffirming himself that this comforting reality was indeed true, not merely an illusion.

Raphael

In your room where shadows danced with the dim candlelight, all was silent except for your gentle breaths as you slept soundly. The bed, large and ornate, cradled not only your dreams but also a newborn, wrapped in delicate linens embroidered with gold stitches. You, with a serene expression, appeared as a portrait of peace as you held your infant close to your heart.

It was always around this time that the air shifted subtly, a warmth flooding the room, a sharp scent of sulfur and cherries mingling with your very own fragrance. From the darker corners of the room emerged a figure, tall and imposing, wrapped in fine silks to match the hells of which he was born from.

As Raphael approached the bed, his movements were silent, almost reverent. His fingers, warm and soft, traced a path up your exposed arm, stopping just short of your face. For a moment, he merely stood, his gaze shifting between you and the child nestled within your arms. A rare, tender expression softened the harsh lines of his face.

With the care of one who handles precious artifacts, Raphael gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. His touch was surprisingly tender, a contrast to his usual character. “Such a sleepy little mouse,” he murmured with an affectionate tone, one that seemed unfamiliar on his lips, “how quaint.”

Carefully, he lifted the infant from your embrace. The baby, undisturbed, continued to sleep, her tiny chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. Raphael seated himself on the edge of the bed, ensuring every movement was calculated and silent, not to disturb the peaceful slumber of the infant's mother, you.

Holding the child merely inches from him, he looked at her with a complex mixture of emotions; affection, pride, perhaps even a hint of fear. His eyes, usually so piercing and cold, warmed as they rested on the child's placid face.

Raphael's attention was momentarily drawn to the balcony where a pseudo dragon perched, its eyes fixed on him with an unblinking gaze. The creature, a guardian by nature, watched with a protective intensity, ready to act should it perceive any threat to the child.

Turning his gaze back to the infant, Raphael spoke softly, his voice a whisper that carried weight and promise, “When she is grown, she will rule the nine hells with me.” The declaration was not just a statement of future events; it was a father's vow, a ruler's plan, “the perfect heir.” His daughter, this innocent soul, was not just any infant; she was his daughter, destined to share his ruling over the realms of damnation.

The room remained silent, the only sound the occasional flutter of the pseudo dragon's wings and the steady breathing of you and his child. Raphael continued to hold his daughter, his mind undoubtedly racing with plans and dreams of what was to come. For now, however, this moment was tender, a father bonding with his daughter, their future sprawling before them like the starlit sky outside the balcony.

[i-may-be-an-emu]

Yay! :))

Who wants to be adopted?

[graysparrowao3]

Though the "don't be greedy" line is popular, this is the moment I genuinely was 100% expecting a sweet, romantic dialogue response option to appear, I really thought that's where they were going with it lol. He's so sincere in this moment.

Maybe you'd get the option to say something like "I didn't do it for thanks, your family deserves it. Though, perhaps you'd join me an evening for drinks?".

He'd get incredibly bashful and deflect by offering himself as an ally in the future anyway - maybe he'd say something like:

"Ah... well, I'm sure there'll be plenty of time for such... frivolity when this is all over. In the meantime, however I might aid you to that end, you need only ask. Please, consider this tower and it's master your faithful allies in all your endeavors."

And then you'd get ambient lines after the cutscene like:

Cal: Did... did Rolan just get asked out?

Lia: Well. Now I've seen everything.

Rolan: There's no need to be jealous. *mutters to self* I would like to accept your offer... no, I would be honoured to accept your kind offer...

[lostinforestbound]

Hi! Could I request hcs from you on Rolan being jealous?

Absolutely! I had fun exploring this topic, so I hope you enjoy! This will be Rolan and a GN!Tav. To the people reading, Please feel free to add on to this and share your ideas!

Rolan and Jealousy

In Rolan's opinion, Jealousy is an improper and ugly thing to have; it sounds hypocritical when he gets jealous of a lot of things himself.

It's instinctive; his life has never been fair to him, and he never got to have what a lot of others do. It's deep rooted into his insecurity.

Loving parents? He wanted that, as his own family abandoned him. Food on the table? He wanted that too, why did he deserve to starve? Wizard Schooling? As an orphan, he never stood a chance of getting into one. No matter though, he doesn't need schooling! He's a prodigy!

Gods, he knows he shouldn't be jealous at all anymore, he will have everything he could ever want soon. It's unbelievably petty.

This jealousy starts extending towards Tav without him meaning to.

When they start taking interest in someone else, even if it's a simple conversation, his mind trails into the thought "That should be me."

As much of a loud, prickly person he is, he surprisingly says nothing about it. Instead is stews in his heart ready to burst, but he keeps it together.

Why is he so jealous if they're not even his partner? It's absurd and childish. Especially since he is unworthy of their attention. Once he has everything to provide for Cal and Lia, then he'll be worthy.

If Tav and him are together, it is a different story.

His jealousy is still quiet, but they notice how he holds their hand tighter when they speak to certain people. How his tail wraps around their calf. How he glares when other people decide to flirt with them.

Once he works on his own insecurity and Tav's reassurance that he's the only one for them, his jealousy starts fading away to nothing.

That doesn't stop him from playfully stealing them away from their companions with a "fuck off, they're mine".

Writing Blurb

When did he become such a prickly, bitter person? When, at some point of his life, did he become so jealous? Why is he so jealous of Tav, of all bloody people? Is it because they're a savior? That they saved his siblings where he couldn't? He should be grateful!

So why is he bitter, even though they saved everyone, including himself? Is he truly this entitled?

He doesn't see them approach him as he stews in his own thoughts. Usually he's not this insecure with himself, but he feels unworthy of them. He doesn't deserve them, not yet. The tower is not truly his, he has to refurnish everything to make it all of their homes. Cal and Lia love it so far, but there's still so much to be done.

Files need to be organized. All of the dealings fall on his shoulders now thanks to Lorroakan's demise. There's so much to do so he cannot truly have them yet-

His thoughts stop short when Tav kisses his cheek. "You're still dealing with these people? Don't you think it's time for a break?"

He subconsciously leans into the touch but stops when he realizes they pulled away. "I can't yet. There's too many-"

"You can do it later. Come have tea with me, or would you prefer some wine?"

He waves a dismissive hand, staring back down at the mess of papers in front of him. "I can't, Tav, they're all-"

A hand comes to his face, gently but firmly turning his head towards theirs. They don't say say anything at first, looking him straight into the eyes which makes him shut up instantly. He knows that determined look too well, and his mouth goes dry.

"You know I love you very much, right?" Before he could speak up, they continue on, "I'm already impressed with you. I don't need you to work yourself to death to prove you want to make this work. I love it here, and I love you. You shouldn't have to 'prove' anything to anyone, especially not to me."

"You're a savior-" Finger press to his lips before he finishes.

"I couldn't have done that without your help. Your arcane cannon saved my life that day. I thought I was done for until I called for your help," They state, pressing a kiss to his jaw then lips, "You're more than enough for me. Now, how about some reading and wine?" He closes his eyes briefly before that playful smirk returns, looking up at them. "I suppose if you want me to read to you that badly, I shall."

[garlicbreadbatstarion]

Who Takes Care of The Hero? Part 1

SFW, fluff, angst, Hallmark movies vibes just in time for the holidays ;)

pairing: gn!reader x Rolan, gn!Tav x Rolan

word count: 2300

A/N: I’ve had writer’s block for soooo long but godsdamned if this grumpy, perfect wizard won’t get me through it.  There is definitely at least one more part to this that will be more mature, but we’ll see how far I can take this storyline :)

It had been another long, grueling day in the Shadowfell; you and your companions were especially weary after the high stakes mission of discreetly jailbreaking the prisoners of Moonrise Towers and leading them back to the safety of the Last Light Inn by boat.  Despite your aching muscles and the grime that coats your body, you manage a smile as you cross the threshold to see the many happy reunions surrounding you.  At the opposite end of the room, you watch Cal and Lia practically sprint to Rolan over by the bar; his trademark scowl is completely gone for a moment in shock but, in true Rolan fashion, he quickly furrows his brow again as he begins to chastise his siblings for getting captured.  You can see the anxiety in his features as he lectures them.  Maybe that’s why, despite his abrasiveness, you like Rolan.  You know how heavy it can be to feel responsible for other people’s lives, and like yourself, the young wizard clearly never asked for the immense amount of responsibility stacked on his shoulders. 

You quickly blink away your pensiveness and try to relax the tension by gently butting in and reminding his siblings that Rolan was highly distressed in their absence, and the trio quickly apologize to each other.  You feel great relief to see their family reunited and sigh contentedly when you feel a thin, cool arm wrap around your shoulders.  Astarion is smirking at your side as his eyes flick from you to the wizard and he clears his throat theatrically, “Anything to add Rolan?”

You quickly flick your head to face him and try to shoot daggers out of your eyeballs into his smug face, but he just continues to smile maniacally as his ears perk up and he looks back towards Rolan…

You had become close to Astarion quickly after you met; your respect for his autonomy and commitment to protecting him despite his condition created a deep loyalty between the two of you.  As such, it took Star one look at your face while you watched Rolan at the tiefling party to recognize the crush you had developed on the wizard.  He quickly began teasing you about your “tiefling husband” on your journey to distract from the near-constant horrors you faced. Your noble heart had feared for all the tieflings journeying through the shadow curse after leaving the Grove, but the anxiety you felt over Rolan’s safety would constantly wake you up at night; often to the company of Astarion who would sit with you and chat until you could fall back asleep.  When you had first reached Last Light, you felt terrible to learn of the attack on the road, but you silently and selfishly thanked every god you could think of that Rolan had remained mostly unharmed…

But now, Astarion slyly removes his arm from your shoulders and steps away, allowing Rolan to sheepishly approach you while rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.  He’s so close your body tenses slightly and you suddenly become very aware of how gross your armor must be from the blood and grime currently coating you.  If it bothers him, he doesn’t allow it to show as Rolan speaks softly to you, “I’ve lashed out at you. Drunkenly, and otherwise, and you helped anyway.  You didn’t deserve that- I’m sorry. And thank you.” He pulls a small coin purse from his side and pushes it towards you, “You went out of your way to help us, it’s only right you get some-”

You step backwards and shake your head, “Absolutely not. I am just glad you are all alive and well.  You can buy me an ale when we all reach Baldur’s Gate.” You offer a tired grin and raise your hand as all three siblings begin to protest, “If you’ll all excuse me, I’d like to clean up and retire for the evening. Goodnight.” You lock eyes with Rolan and blush before quickly turning to go up the stairs and change out of your armor.  Your exhausted companions, sans Astarion, have already retired to their bunks for the night, so you shed your armor and wrap a small parcel of clean camp clothes and soap in your towel as you quietly make your way to the large bathroom down the hall. Karlach, being the angel she is, has been preparing your baths at Last Light when she's on camp duty without you…

About a week ago you heard her muffled giggles and water splashing from the hall so you quietly stopped to peek through the semi-open door; she was animatedly sloshing the water to create lots of soap bubbles with one hand as the other played with a small wooden duck Halsin had carved her, gliding it across the surface of the water…

You close the door behind you and the steam from the bath instantly relaxes your muscles as you slowly peel off your armor clothes that are caked in sweat, blood, and dungeon dust before carefully stepping over the wooden side and sitting down into the hot bath water. The lavender scented suds relax your body and mind as you rest your chin on your knees and close your eyes. However, they quickly fly open again as the doorknob turns and Rolan enters the room, shyly looking at the floor; but as he looks up at you, his eyes grow huge and his jaw drops as he stutters out,"Tav! I- I- I'm so sorry!" His hands cover his eyes frantically and in his blind panic he trips and smacks into the door, accidentally closing it behind him.

"Astarion told me you were here, but- I didn't,- I swear he said it was an office!" His already red face is now glowing a bright shade of scarlet that probably mirrored your own, as he stands paralyzed with embarrassment and, despite your horror at Astarion's audacity (you'll get him back for this later) you can’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of this situation. It was cheesier than one of Wyll's romance novels.

Rolan sheepishly peers around the side of his hand when he hears your laughter, and he smiles for a second before blushing and readjusting his manual blindfold to try and forget the fact you're naked and a very short distance away from him. But that's all you can think about as you try to figure out how to navigate this without making Rolan feel any more uncomfortable than he already does .

"Rolan it's okay, I can tell from your reaction you fell victim to one of Astarion's pranks. I'm so sorry, he gets me all the time, really!" You giggle again as Rolan lowers his hand but drops his gaze to the floor, and you can almost see the physical strain he is using not to glance over at you in the tub.

" He can be such an ass sometime bu- AHH!" you take a sharp breath through your teeth as you feel a sting on your mid back as you attempt to reposition yourself to face Rolan while lowering your body further into the water. You look up to see Rolan's face tinged with concern and he takes a small step forward and gently lowers himself to the floor next to the tub, his eyes still on the floorboards.  It simultaneously gives you more privacy, but both of you sit completely still, your closeness overwhelmingly palpable.

“Your back is raw and bruised on this side.” Rolan speaks barely above a whisper and his concern overrides his shyness as he leans slightly closer to look at your injuries.  As you were exiting the prison, a rogue piece of rock fell onto your back, but the adrenaline and ensuing tiredness almost made you forget until the hot water splashed onto a raw area when you turned.  Rolan’s hand moves painfully slowly towards your bare back and his touch is light as a ghost, but still, a sharp pain shoots through your side and you swallow a pained groan that tries to rise from the back of your throat.  You can hear Rolan swallow loudly before exhaling a shaky breath.  You bite your bottom lip so hard you’re afraid you’ll break skin, but it’s all you can do as you’re overwhelmed by the pain, excitement, and tenderness you feel at the moment.

Rolan silently rolls up the sleeves of his robes and reaches for one of the small sponges on the table next to the tub.  He gently dips it into your bath before delicately pressing it above the raw spot on your back to clean the wound.  Your exhaustion leaves you unable to keep up your bravado as you let out a soft whimper at the sharp sting you feel on your back.

“I know Tav, I know.  Let me help you clean it and we’ll get you bandaged up.” His voice is soothing and calm; you can’t think of another time you’ve heard him speak like this, but you close your eyes and try to relax your aching body. Rolan rinses the area a few more times before gently laying his hand over top of the wound and whispering a short incantation.  It’s like a pulse of hot light on the site for a moment, but you quickly realize the stinging open wound is gone.  Your muscles still have a dull ache, but the painful burn of the open cuts has stopped.  You gently turn your head to look at Rolan and offer him a weary but thankful smile. He smiles back and holds your stare for several long seconds before realizing his hand is still on the soft skin of your back and he quickly removes his hand and places it into his lap.  He smiles awkwardly at you before turning to look at your clean clothes and towel on the dressing table and raises himself off the floor to retrieve your towel.  He continues to avert his eyes as his head looks towards the door, but his body remains facing you so that one hand offers you the towel, and the other is an open palm to help you get up.

“The wound is closed, but I am quite certain you will still be sore for a bit. I can brew up a few healing potions for you tomorrow if you would like.”

You gingerly take his hand and hoist yourself up, goosebumps covering your body as it reacts to being in the cool air above the water.  The gentleman next you never takes his eyes off the door as you cover yourself with the towel, wrapping it around your body before reaching back out for Rolan’s arm to help keep your balance as you step over the sides of the tub and onto the floor mat. You are toe to toe with Rolan and you can feel the intense heat radiating off of him, his cheeks blushing intensely as he glances at your hand clutching his.

“I would greatly appreciate that. Thank you.  For taking care of me like this.” Your voice is soft and you look at his face as his brilliant yellow eyes gently rise to meet yours. He can’t fight the smile that forms at your praise and he doesn’t even realize his tail is gently wagging behind him.

“It is the least I can do after all you have done for me, for my family. Despite me being a miserable asshole to you on multiple occasions.  You are the kindest person I have ever met…or perhaps the most foolish?” He grins coyly and you chuckle at his teasing.

“I’m no saint, but I’m certainly not the most foolish person you’ve met.  Or shall I reintroduce you to my party?”

You both giggle at your joke, but then Rolan lowers his voice almost to a whisper.

“Why are you so kind to me? After how poorly I have treated you?”

Perhaps it’s fatigue, or perhaps it’s the vulnerability in his voice, but you lean in so your faces are close enough you can see the different colored freckles that sprinkle his nose and cheeks and the way his sharp canines just barely poke out beneath his upper lip.   

“I think we are similar.”

He shakes his head and laughs, but you cut him off, “I mean it.  We both feel deeply responsible for the people around us.  It is a lot of pressure, but I feel it’s my duty, and I’d rather die trying than let them down. I am constantly worried I am going to fail them.”

He turns to face you fully as his eyes bore into your soul while he tries to take in what you’ve said. His searching look causes you to clear your throat, worried you’ve gone too far too fast, “Forgive me, I am a bit cold.  Would you turn around for a moment so I can put this on?” You hold up your clothes and Rolan blushes before turning back towards the door as you quickly drop your towel and throw on your underwear and the oversized linen tunic you’ve been sleeping in.

“Walk me to my room?”

“It would be my privilege.” Your cheeks burn hot as he offers his arm out for you, before he opens the bathroom door and escorts you into the empty hallway.  You lean into his warm frame, your muscles weak and your eyes heavy as the multitude of events from the day finally catch up with you.  You stop in front of the heavy oak door to your room before Rolan whispers quietly to you, “Sleep well Tav, I will prepare some healing potions and check in on you tomorrow.” He opens his mouth slightly, as if to say more, but instead he reaches to open the door for you before bowing his head silently and retreating down the stairs toward his own room.  You quietly move through the dark room towards your bed, where you practically collapse as your body falls against the mattress.

[sirenlulls]

bad idea, right? → theburntchip

pairing , theburntchip x youtuber!reader

summary , where the much-mourned couple of the uk youtube scene reconnect

note , this is in aid of my wifey @whoetoshaw who sends the chip lovers in her inbox my way 🤭🫶

part two (get him back!)

yes, i know that he’s my ex, but can’t two people reconnect?!

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user i wanna buy to support but i’m broke so what are the prices gonna be like?

yourusername me and the team tried to keep prices as low as possible but to make sure we were using ethical and durable means of production, we have to keep them pretty middle-ground. around £35/50 quid for the dresses but everything else is pretty diverse in price 💗

user just in time for me to get my winter wardrobe 🤭🥰

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yourusername so so so honoured to have the chance to spend a night celebrating my passion project with the people i care the most about. i love u all a million more times than u could ever know. (ft. some very distinguished, very sloshed gentlemen in the last two slides 🥰)

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freynightingale that pic omg i’ll cry 😭 it was such an amazing night for such an amazing brand and such an amazing woman!! you deserve all the greatness you get ❤️❤️❤️

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gkbarry_ you looked so gorg babe i wanted to take a bite out of you x

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stephentries you know it’s a good night when chrisMD gets his tits out

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calfreezy NAHHH WHY DID YOU DO THEO LIKE THAT

miaxmon had an absolute ball!!! you looked incredible babe 🫶💋

arthurnfhill it was all fun and games until the karaoke came out to play

yourusername pretending it didn’t happen

user THEY INTERVIEWED CHIP ON THE IG LIVE

user OMG WHY DID HE SAY

user he looked like he was tryna keep it brief but he said he was so proud of y/n because he’s seen how hard she’s worked for this & she deserves it all 🥹🥹🥹 & he also called cal a bellend because he crashed the interview by slapping chip’s bum

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[kelpweedkelpweedingkelpweeds]

Reading analysis about Cal while screaming into the void known as an empty room and here to publish my unneeded thoughts about my blorbo.

Cal deserved more screen time, he deserved more chapters of his POV and honestly VA did him so dirty 😔

Because our dear RQ characters are definitely unreliable narrators, the reader’s perception of characters is based on their own POVs and how other characters perceive them. Unfortunately, every character describes Cal as a lovesick puppy, a mopey matchstick, a dense moron and everything in between. It's not that these are wrong, they're part of his character, but these are incredibly surface level traits which leads to the general perception of Cal’s character being superficial, bland and boring. It seems like his only purpose in the story is to be Mare’s love interest because Maven betrayed her.

However, he has a whole lot of untapped potential. My man did not get betrayed by Mare, betrayed by his brother, find out his mother was murdered buy Elara, get forced to kill his own father, lose everything he had and got sentenced to execution all in 1 day for people to call him boring. Honestly, when I listed it out like that, I truly realised how crazy the whole situation was. Within the span of a day he lost any form of stability he had even known in his life, and found out that one if not the closest person to him (maven) was a lie. If that isn't traumatic, I really wouldn't like to hear whatever other definition of trauma there is out there. I think the only reason we very much overlook Cal's trauma is because 1. It happened in real time, 2. He's no longer a child, 3. We didn't see it from his POV and 4. In this scene he and his father are technically the "bad guys".

Here's the thing though, he has never talked about it. Not once. Never. The closest we ever saw this man to losing his mind was when he was planning the Corros prison break. He'd never mentioned this trauma from any POV, not even his own. Maven told Mare about how Elara messed up everything in his brain, and how he never recovered from it. For Cal, we never found out how he dealt with it and how close to the brink of insanity he was. If he ever just felt like exploding and destroying everything. Nobody except Mare ever asked him if he was ok. He had every right to go mad. But he didn't. Some miraculous way, Cal managed to maintain some semblance of sanity and that is unimaginable mental strength like holy shit.

Another way too glossed over plot point was why he chose the crown over mare in the epilogue of KC. This one I get genuinely frustrated over sometimes because there were so many reasons for him to make that decision. I know many people have talked about this before but I'm just going to repeat it 1. It's the best political move in the situation. Cal isn't stupid, no matter how many people seem to think he is. He knows better than to let the place of King open for anyone to snatch up and that it was the only way the Silvers and the Scarlet Guard would ever work together. 2. To him it's his moral obligation. Cal's loyalty and sense of duty is a huge part of his character. All his life he's been told it's his responsibility, his destiny to become king and serve the people. Not only that, the crown is his family's legacy and considering the fact that he was the one to behead his own father Cal likely feels even more morally obligated to become king. The words he said to Mare, "I love you and I want you more than anything else in this world". He uses the word "want", but how can a want, a desire ever compare to what he believes is a need, an obligation? It's not that he didn't love mare enough like Evangeline suggested, or that he fell prey to the power's lure like Mare insinuated in the epilogue. He did what he full heartedly believed was right, and unfortunately this was barely touched upon in war storm which made me want to tear my hair out.

This yap session is nearly done, just hold on a bit longer. The last thing that DEFINITELY should have gotten more words was his ultimate decision to abdicate. All we got was him reading Coriane's diary, Evangeline telling him "if it's not too late for me, it's not too late for you" and then the decision. WHERE'S THE IN-BETWEEN THOUGHT PROCESS? He read through Coriane's diary and realised that she wanted her son to have a different life, and of course he probably had some thoughts about it. Considering how he knew the Scarlet Guard and Montfort weren't with him, how he still loved Mare, perhaps realizing what his life could have been with an alive mother was what tipped him over the edge. Perhaps it was loyalty to his mother he never had the chance to know, loyalty to the little of her forever bound in a gold-covered book, buried in the graveyard known as time. Maybe he asked Julian who seemed to want him to reconsider his decision as king, but we'll never know because it wasn't written 😭😭😭

Cal is incredibly kind, loyal, warm, passionate, motivated, and indecisive, and I love that about him. His story could have been a tragedy, a prodigy put on a pedestal that had everything and was forced to be everything, reduced to nothing in an instant. But it wasn't. He found love in a girl that took everything from him, and rebuilt himself a far better life from the ashes of nothing. Normally the circle between characters I like and characters I respect rarely overlap, but somehow this 6'3 adorable ass dork stuck himself straight in both and this is why I will defend what his character is and could have been. Thank you for attending my Tedtalk, it's literally all my thoughts about this man exploding into text and falling onto a Tumblr post.

This is me getting distracted from writing Fated god send help I just can't stay on track

Funny story I wanted to copy this essay into a document for fun just to see how many words and guess who highlighted a portion of it and clicked space by accident. Hahaha (that whole thing was 1000 words btw I need to learn to shut up)

[boydholbrook-fan]

Happy 43rd Birthday, Boyd Holbrook!

First of all, I made gifs from my most favorites of Boyd’s projects: (one gif for each project), posting them in a year of release order (from oldest to the most recent).

Movies + characters:

The Free World (2016) as Mo Lundy

Logan (2017) as Donald Pierce

The Predator (2018) as Quinn McKenna

Two/One (2019) as Kaden

In the Shadow of the Moon (2019) as Thomas Lockhart

Eight for Silver/The Cursed (2021/2022) as John McBride

Vengeance (2022) as Ty Shaw

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny (2023) as Klaber

The Bikeriders (2023/2024) as Cal

TV Series/TV Mini Series + characters:

Narcos (2015 - 2016) as Steve Murphy

The Fugitive (2020) as Mike Ferro

The Sandman (2022 - ) as The Corinthian

Justified: City Primeval (2023) as Clement Mansell

And some of my favorite photos of Boyd, there's soooo many of them, I just picked some of them.

And now,

I wish you, Boyd Holbrook, all the best! Much health, love and luck! May all your dreams come true and your life be filled with joy, happiness, great achievements and many happy adventures! You’re an exceptional talent and a phenomenal actor! You’re incredible! You’re such an inspiring, wonderful and precious human being! With a huge heart! A beautiful soul! You deserve all the love and support! You deserve nothing but the best! Because you’re the best! A legend!

Love you and admire you so much! I love, admire and appreciate all the outstanding and hard work you’ve done in your career so far and really looking forward for many many more to come! You’re my absolute favorite actor and one of my most favorite people! I’m so proud to be a fan of yours! You’re a true actor! A handsome man! Sweet, adorable, amazing and humorous person who can brighten up people around you! I’m so happy for you and proud of you! So happy to see how far you’ve made it in your life and vast career! You deserve all the best things in life! Thank you for being who you are, for being you! Thank you for blessing our screens with your exceptional talent! You’re awesome!

Hope you have a wonderful day, on your special day, surrounded by people you love and those that love you! You’re an incredible and such a lovely and kind person! The best! And again, I wanna wish you all the best! Today is your day! Have a beautiful one! Happy Birthday, Boyd! Much love! ❤️❤️❤️🌟🌟🌟

And also, soon to be a 2-time dad! As you and Tatiana are expecting your second child, a girl! Again, huge congratulations to you and Tatiana! I'm so happy for you all! I wish you and your family nothing but the best! I hope the baby is born healthy! ❤️🌟🥰

And again,

YOU ARE A LEGEND, BOYD HOLBROOK! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

[shewolfofvilnius]

Why I ship Gale and Lia

LOOK AT THEM. Two whole minutes. Everyone else's kiss animations arguably work better for them than they do their original characters.

We know (Rolan) that she is an EXPERT at dealing with wizards and how to short-circuit their hubris, ambition, and how to bring them back to Earth. (And ps for Rolan Nation: both Lia and Cal deserve top shelf grade A+ love too.)

What does Gale CLEARLY respond to? Passion and Intensity. What are two of Lia's main character traits outside her relationship to her brothers? You betcha.

What does Professor!Gale do in the epilogue? Teach and help people learn magic. What does Lia do the entire game? Give everything to help defend people and keep them safe.

However big or little you think "The Dekarios Clan" really is, it's clear that family is important to Gale. And we KNOW Lia would tear asunder all the heavens and all nine hells for hers.

They're perfect for each other. (When I wrote them, I decided to write a somewhat comedy involving Lia getting magic, but even if you visualize Fighter/Paladin/Ranger Lia, it works SO well.

[geekywritings]

“Dance with me.”

Cal Kestis x reader

You convinced the crew to take a small break to attend a local festival for a much deserved downtime. Convincing a certain Jedi to dance with you is much harder, however. Or is it?

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„Dance with me.“

You had asked Cal to do a lot of crazy things. To explore unknown territories, to jump across impossibly wide canyons and to take down Imperial bases full of Stormtroopers. And never had he hesitated to say yes. Until now.

He looks at your outstretched hand and swallows hard. “I don’t think…”, he begins and instantly the smile on your face diminishes. As if sensing his discomfort about it, though, you are quick to pat his shoulder.

“No worries. It’s not for everyone.”, you assure him and disappear back into the dancing crowd, joining the masses as they jump, turn and just move around to the heavy beat of the drums.

“Why didn’t you join her?”, Cere asks when she returns with your drinks, clearly having witnessed the scene.

“I have no clue how to dance.”, Cal admits with a shrug. “It wasn’t exactly part of Jedi training.”

Cere chuckles. “It’s not like they are following specific steps.”

“That makes it even harder.”

Cal learned to let go of many things, but the Order and the lifestyle it had taught were also still deeply ingrained. There was always a given path or a pre-defined routine to stick to. This is far beyond his comfort zone. His new mentor stares at him for a few moments and suddenly says: “Time for a lesson.”

“What?”, the red-head asks, hand stopping mid-motion on its way to grab his cup.

“It’s time I teach you something beyond the Order’s knowledge. Stand.”

Slowly he follows, though confusion and hesitation are visible in every movement. Cere moves them into position and then tells him the steps. Easy ones. Basically like walking in a box.

“That’s it?” The surprise is thick in Cal's voice and clearly written all over his face.

“In a way, yes.”

They return to the table and Cal’s eyes slide back to you. Or to where you had been before. Apparently, you have danced your way deeper into the crowd and out of his sight. His attention is drawn back when Greeze shows up with food and he busies himself talking with his found family until his fellow Jedi's return.

You are out of breath, but smiling so brightly that Cal can't help but stare. Have you ever been more beautiful? Hair dishevelled, cheeks flushed and lips drawn into a permanent grin. “Ahh, this was so much fun.”, you sigh, dropping onto the empty seat next to Cal and pouring yourself a drink.

The conversation returns to Greeze’s new recipe ideas and plans on where to go next, while the surrounding festival seems to slow down. Soon, the music is soft and gentle, leaving mostly couples moving to the tune. Cere gives Cal a nudge under the table, motioning toward the marketplace behind you.

He knows what his mentor is asking, but the young man still finds himself swallowing hard. He can do this. He fought Darth Vader and came out alive. Surely, asking you to dance is easier than that.

“Y/N?”

You look up from your almost empty plate and Cal almost loses his voice again.

“Uhm… I know I said no before, but… do you wanna dance now?” Ok, that didn’t come across as confident as he would have liked, but at least the words HAD left him at all. First, he is met with a gasp and seconds later with that happy smile of yours again that gets his heart beating faster. “Yes, of course!”, you agree, instantly pushing your plate aside.

He offers you his hand, before leading you toward the dancing couples, trying to relax his body. He is good with remembering steps, so that's not the issue. But will he do it right? All negative thoughts slip away when you place one of his hands around your waist, before grasping the other one, your bodies pressed together.

With his mind pleasantly blank, Cal begins to move, the steps so much easier to do when he doesn't worry about making a mistake. All he can think of is how you feel in his arms, how happy you look at this moment and how badly he wants this to continue forever. The steps you are taking are slow, barely moving as you just sway to the slow melody. Nobody says a thing, but it is the most comfortable of silences.

Gently, Cal draws you even closer, your foreheads soon resting against each other as you continue the slow dance. “This is the best part of the festival.”, you whisper and Cal’s heart soars. “I didn’t even know you could dance.”

“I didn’t until today.”, he admits with a little grin.

“Well, then you are naturally talented.”, you compliment back, making his lips twitch upward even more.

There won't be many moments like this, you both know. It makes it all the more special amid the war and the constant danger.

“Thank you for taking me here. It means a lot to me.”, you speak again.

“Whatever makes you happy.”, he replies honestly and without hesitation.

Your eyes have this mischievous look in them again. The one that worries and excites the Jedi at the same time.

“Whatever makes me happy? Hmmm… maybe I should utter another wish then.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, expecting something crazy.

“Kiss me.”

Force, how he loves you. And even if you HAD asked for something crazy, he would have jumped into action right away. Everything to make you happy.

“As you wish.”, he whispers, before his lips met yours in a soft kiss. This is perfect. Who knew a dance could ever make you two this happy?

[ashprince-of-bel-air]

The Tiefling Wizard.

Baldur’s gate was bustling, more busy than you had even imagined it to be, you weren’t sure if cities were always like this as a whole or if the tadpole issue had wiped your brain. You shook your head and continued on anyway, you had reasons to be here, more than just to defeat the Netherbrain.

You had first met Rolan at The Grove, then again at The Last Light Inn, he was so prickly, and self-assure that you wanted to hit him then and there, swiping that smug smirk from his face, you refrained from doing so at The Last Light Inn, feeling sympathy that he had lost his family. Taking pity upon him in his drunken stupor as you could see the hidden pain behind his eyes, you had then instantly made it your personal mission to ensure the safety of Cal and Lia, for some unknown reason you felt a pain in your chest seeing Rolan this way and refused to let him suffer any more pain as you watched him gulp down a bottle of Arrabellen Dry, not even having the courtesy to use the glass given to him.

After the bloody assault on moonrise and making sure that Cal and Lia were going to be safe, Rolan attempted to be nice to you, it was a feeble attempt but an attempt, nonetheless. Seeing the curt tiefling scold his siblings out of pure worry for them melted your heart, smiling softly watching the situation unfold as they embraced each other gently, knowing that the hardest part of their journey was hopefully behind them. As the night waned on in the Inn, Rolan wrested with his own pride over approaching you , he didn’t want to admit his previous attitude but he knew he could not leave without at least saying a thank you. The rest of the Inn were celebrating joyfully at your successful take down of the tyrant Ketheric, offer after offer of drinks being thrown upon you as you declined them politely, wanting these people to save their money, knowing that they will desperately need it in the up coming weeks. The only drink you did not decline was a glass of Arrabellan Dry that was placed down on the table in front of you by a very familiar crimson hand. Your face shot up to look at Rolan, confused at this gesture, all he replied with was a knowing nod as a thank you before saying in his low and smooth voice “If you make it to Bladur’s Gate, promise me you will come to Sorcerers Sundries?” His voice sounded almost awkward and desperate, like he was trying to ask for something more but he couldn’t find the words to do so. As Rolan walked away back to his siblings you helped yourself to the glass of wine he left, you wouldn’t spare his coin purse like you did every one else in the Inn because you felt like you deserved the wine from him after his snarky attitude the day before. The wine being a wonderful vintage you almost feel bad that he probably spent a good deal of gold on it, smirking softly your heart begins to flutter as you watch his happy visage as he drinks with his siblings, confused at how you could so quickly go from wanting to wipe the smile off his face with a slap to now wanting to be the person who causes him to smile.

The night at the Inn ends with your party waking with a hangover that even the gods could not cure, not that you didn’t try praying to all of them anyway. It was almost mid afternoon by the time you were all ready to move on and head to Bladur’s Gate, it would be a long journey at this rate if you were all going to be this cranky, the only person not affected by the hangover was Shadowheart as she was able to cure herself, not bothering to help anyone else though as it was amusing to her seeing the rest of you suffering. You silently cursed yourself “why did you have to give the Amulet of Silvanus to Gale you idiot” glaring at the back of Gale’s head blaming him for your hangover as if it wasn’t caused by the copious amount of alcohol you drank last night.

After a few days of travel you arrive at Baldur’s Gate, hardly unscathed as you had some complications along the way, your companions were now starting to irritate you somewhat after having spent so much time in each other’s company. Each one of them had their own personal issue to deal with and they all tried to talk over each other about them, all you could do was to pinch the bridge of your nose and hope this animosity would die down once you had all found a comfy place to sleep for the night. Collectively, you all agreed to a night off for the first time in months, you all booked separate rooms at the Elfsong Tavern and agreed that you weren’t each others problem tonight, you could all seek your own fun and enjoy the city. It wasn’t a surprise to see Astarion and Shadowheart gossiping over a bottle of wine downstairs in the tavern, nor was it a surprise to see Lae’zel head to the nearest training ground for the Flaming Fist, wanting to watch their battle style so she could learn from a potential enemy on their battle strategy. You sat alone in your room contemplating what to do, the only thing in your mind was Sorcerers Sundries. A bottle of wine and a nice fresh meal should have been first on your agenda, but you just could not get that damned cocky tiefling out of your mind, you did promise him that you would go there if you were in Baldur’s Gate, is what you told yourself.

The armour you normally wore was shed for the day, as you would not require it in the city, you opted for one of your more casual dresses, secretly hoping to impress Rolan with how soft you could look outside of a battle setting, proving you are more than just a battle-hardened warrior covered in blood and filth. Sneaking out of the Elfsong Tavern was no easy feat, you wanted to avoid Gale mostly, if he knew you wanted to go to Sorcerer’s Sundries he would have happily tagged along and told you all about the books he wanted to purchase there, making sure to show you every single one and summarise them for you when you got there. No, you wanted to go alone and see Rolan, you weren’t sure why you were so desperate to see him, there was just a feeling in your gut that would not let him go, not until you could speak to him properly.

It was almost dusk as you approached Sorcerer’s Sundries, the orange light hanging over the horizon made the building look more impressive, you entered and walked up to the empty counter at the front, hoping someone would be able to help you. A few moments pass and a mirror image of Lorroakan appears, you sneer at his smug reflection , you have heard of him previously and know that he is a jumped up poor excuse of a wizard, a fact Gale loves to tell you on occasion. Your heart sinks as you don’t find Rolan, wanting to thank him for the wine at the very least, at the very most you wanted to address this weird chemistry you seem to have, you exit the store with a sullen look and ponder your next destination.

As you walk through the cool night air your feet seem to take you back to the Elfsong Tavern, on the one hand you didn’t want to be there under the scrutiny of your camp mates wanting to know where you have been and why. On the other hand you were sort of glad that at least you were near your bed for the night so could get black out drunk if you wanted to. The tavern is bustling at this point as you are struggling to get served by the barmaid, cursing mentally that they only have one barmaid present at this time of day when most people would be heading in for a drink after a long and hard day of labour. Suddenly, you hear a familiar drunken tone and you stand up on your tiptoes to see over the bar. “I want a bottle of Mallorian White!” you hear the drunken voice slur, you smirk softly and shake your head, of course it was Rolan, you chuckled lightly. You begin to make your way around the bar to him, trying to ignore the knowing gazes from Astarion and Shadowheart as they are still sat in the corner, now watching the pair of you.

Rolan is leant against the bar, trying to argue with the barmaid to give him another bottle of wine, despite the fact he is clearly inebriated already. Your hand rests gently on his back and you interject ordering the bottle for yourself. “I’ll take the wine, thank you.” You smile at the bar maid and turn to face Rolan as she gets the bottle, your face drops as you see the purple markings on his face. Its not a conscious decision but your hand cups his face gently and strokes his cheek with affection and sympathy. “Rolan, Who did this to you?” your eyes were sad as you look at him when he shakes his head in refusal to answer, the barmaid places the bottle of wine on the bar next to you, assuming you didn’t need any glasses.

“come with me Rolan, I can help with those bruises” you say softly, intertwining your fingers with his. You grab the bottle of wine you ordered and both take your time walking up the stairs to the room you have rented for the night, him stumbling and holding on to you is what is slowing you down. Rolan mumbles a lot of confessions as you lead him to your room, you don’t catch most of it other than thank you. You are not sure what he is thanking you for at the moment but you don’t care, your concern is now to get him to bed and sleep, dreading the hangover he has In the morning.

Finally you manage to walk Rolan to the room you were renting, you had faced glares from Shadowheart and Astarion as to why Rolan’s arm was around you but you just rolled your eyes. You pushed open the door to your room and helped Rolan in, closing the door behind you, you then sat him on the bed. Rolan was sat swaying softly because of the alcohol, you knelt before him and placed your hands on his knees, looking up at him before speaking softly. ”Rolan, stay here okay? I’m going to get something to help with that cut.” You point towards his split eyebrow before you walk away, looking sadly back at him. How did he look more hopeful when he thought his siblings were gone? How badly was Lorroakan treating him? You pondered these questions as you found a salve in your pack, you found Rolan where you left him, swaying drunkly on the edge of the bed. The salve has a horrible smell but it works wonders, you warn Rolan before you apply it, you had had far too may people throw up on you when you hadn’t warned them about it.

The salve now on his face you smile at him, your hand still stroking his cheek. Rolan leans against it affectionately but you are unsure of his affections as he is drunk, you enjoy the moment for what it is, smiling at him and stroking his cheek still.

[diazheartsbuckley]

Inspiration Saturday Sunday✨

So I haven't done a moodboard in a while but I just got an idea for the main character death fic that I've been working on aaaand I gave it a name ✍🏻

Buck takes a sharp breath, unable to fill his lungs with air as he looks down at the flag beneath his hands. He knows how to do this, he knows how to fold a damn flag into a triangle yet his hands doesn't seem to respond. He lifts his eyes, the world one big blur until he sees Eddie looking back at him on the opposite side of the flag. A small, strained smile tugs at the corners at Eddie's lips and Buck does his best to return it as they fold the flag once more, Buck's hands shaking as they reach the final fold. And he holds the flag in his hands, holds it tight like he's not ready to let go, like the reality of the situation hasn't quite settled in. Yet he knows that this is the final step before the casket is lowered into the ground. And maybe that's why he can't move, maybe that's why he has to bite his quivering lip as he turns on his heel in a controlled movement. He meets Athena's eyes, seeing how even through the pain, she manages to give him a look that sends a wave of comfort through his entire body. A stifled sob escapes his lips as he places the flag in her stretched out hands and he salutes her, having to fight every fiber of his being to not break protocol and pull her into his embrace, to find comfort in someone who loved Bobby as much as he did. As he always will. It's too soon. Athena, her family and the 118 were supposed to have so many more years with Bobby in their lives. To experience his warmth, his embracing nature and hear him laughing at his own ridiculously bad jokes. He was not done living but unfortunately, that choice was not up to him. Death came and took him before his time, before he was ready. Before anyone was ready. Nobody can ever prepare for death but Buck wishes that he could rewind time and just have one last talk with the man who always treated him like a son, who loved him when he thought that he didn't deserve it.

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