#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

[wilting-fl0wer]

The only correct form of caltam, as far as i am concerned

[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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[alotofpockets]

Camp and birthday cake | Leila Ouahabi x Reader

5k celebration prompt: "I love watching her grow up, but can she just stop growing for a minute?"

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.3k

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“Mami, Mamá!” Your daughter Calista says excitedly while jumping onto the bed. Effectively waking you up before your alarm had even gone off. Not that you could ever be mad at that for her, you’d do anything for some morning cuddles with your little family.

You open your eyes just in time to realise that she is about to jump right on top of you. Your morning reflexes fast enough to catch her in the air and softly bring her down between yourself and Leila, who had also just turned around and watched the two of you with a loving smile on her sleepy face. 

When Calista was done giggling she looked up to Leila with hopeful eyes. “Birfday now?” Your wife nodded proudly, “That’s right, it’s your birthday today!” She pulled her into her arms and started peppering her face with kisses. 

“Mamáááá.” She yelled out between giggles. “What? Do you need saving from the kissing monster?” Calista nodded her head and between giggles managed to get out a “Please!”

You quickly saved her from Leila’s kisses, but only to shower her with your own kisses. “Aaaaahh.” She yelled out while trying to squirm out of your hold. Only for Leila to scoot in from the otherside, and now she was being showered with love from both sides. 

“Feliz cumpleaños, Cal. I love you very much.” You said before giving her a final kiss on the top of her head. “I love you very much too, my Cali girl. Feliz cumpleaños!” Leila added. “Love you!” Calista said back all cute, making your and Leila’s hearts melt. 

“Cake time, Mamá?” You had let her pick out her own birthday cake, and since that moment she had asked you every day when she would get to eat her Frozen cake. Today you would finally be able to give it to her to the eager toddler. “Yeah, Cal, cake time today. We just have to go have breakfast with the team first, alright?” She nodded, “Alwight.”

Her birthday fell during international camp, which meant she wouldn’t be able to celebrate it with her City family, but would be able to celebrate it with the Spanish girls and your family. Today it wasn’t only her birthday, but also match day, so your family would be in the stands watching you with your birthday girl.

You got dressed, Cali insisted on her pink fluffy skirt, and you headed down to have lunch with the girls. Alexia was waiting for you, or rather waiting for Cali at the door. “Feliz cumpleaños, chiquita!” She says as she crouches down to catch Cali who is running at her with open arms. Alexia lifts her up in the air and spins her around.

“How old are you now?” She asks as she moves Calista to her hip. Cali looks at her fingers and tries putting up the right amount, proudly lifting up three fingers while saying, “Two!”. Alexia smiles, “Almost, chiquita, here let me help.” The captain gently puts one finger down, “There we go!” Calista looked at her hand intensely before lifting it up in the air again, “Two!”

“That’s my girl.” You say as you walk up and kiss her cheek. “I think Auntie Ale has something for you Cal.” Alexia makes a birthday hat appear from behind her back. Cali’s eyes widen at the pink crown with a big 2 and unicorns. “Mamí, me princesa.”

“Yeah, you’re our little princess, aren’t you?” Leila helped her put on the birthday hat, and then took her from Alexia’s arms. “Let’s go get you that cake, shall we?” Cali’s eyes grew, “Cake!” You hoped she would still eat her breakfast, and not only want cake now.

“Thank you, Ale.” You say as you give her a quick side hug for doing a little extra for your girl. “Of course, she deserves the best birthday.”

As Leila walked into the room, she put Calista down again. Everyone’s attention turned to your daughter who walked in proudly with her pink skirt and now matching pink crown. “It’s my birfday!” She loudly said into the room making everyone chuckle. 

You and Leila watch as Calista goes around and gets some extra birthday love from all of the girls. Leila intertwines her hand with yours and pulls you closer, “Remember the first time we brought her to camp with us?” You smiled at the memory, but then tear up a little thinking about how quickly time has flown by. Leila is quick to wipe away your tears and places a kiss to the side of your head. "I love watching her grow up, but can she just stop growing for a minute?" You chuckle to your own reaction to realising your little girl is getting bigger.

“Yeah, she’s getting bigger, but I am loving every new phase of her life as much as the last.” Leila watches as Cali places herself on Laia’s lap, your girl always gravitating to your City teammate. “Come on, let’s have some food.”

As you had expected, Cali no longer had interest in her food, no matter how hard Laia had tried to help out and make her eat. Her mind was only on the Frozen cake that was about to be delivered to the table. 

Both you and Leila got up and got the cake from the back room together. You walked back in with a big Frozen themed cake with a number 2 candle on top. Everyone in the room started singing happy birthday, players and staff alike, as you walked the cake over to your table. 

Calista was excitedly moving around in Laia’s lap, clapping her hands along to the song that was sung for her. When the song came to an end, you placed the cake down in front of her. “Make a wish, Cal.” You said after you kissed her cheek. “Okay, I blow candle.” She said and set her focus on the big candle in front of her. 

She filled her cheeks with air and blew as hard as she could, but the candle wouldn’t budge. She filled her cheeks up again, and this time without Cali realising it Laia blew as well, and the candle blew out. Everyone started clapping, but Cali didn’t care much for that.

“Cake!” She yelled out before grabbing a handful and shoving it in her face. You were so glad that all of this was being filmed by many of your teammates, and you would be able to look back at it for years to come. 

“I love you, Cali girl, but let’s get you your own piece. We should share the cake with everyone, right?” Calista looked around the room, seemingly deciding if they were worth sharing the cake with. “Alright, I share.” You had been working hard on the concept of sharing, so you were proud of her for saying that. 

Later that day at the match, Cali was proudly sitting on her abuelo’s shoulders watching the game, still in her pink fluffy skirt, but now accompanied by her very own Spain kit. 

When you scored the match winning goal, you ran to where your family was sitting and pointed to your daughter. With your other hand you blew a kiss to her and lifted up two fingers. The game winning goal dedicated to your daughter on her birthday was the cherry on top. The rest of the girls crashed into you after your celebration, including Leila who held you just a little longer than usual on the pitch. “Making our little princesa proud, my love.” She whispered into your ear before running off again.

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[roc-haze]

Arm’s Length | Will Lenney

Read Part 1 here!

In which Will is all in.

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Cal: Can we talk? I miss you.

“I didn’t realise that you and Cal were still talking.” Will’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“We’re not, really. Why? Has something happened?” Y/N looked to his phone. “Is he texting you?”.

“Darling, this is your phone.” Will handed it to her, the screen illuminating.

She looked at the message, confused but deciding to lay the phone face down.

“Are you gonna get back to him?” Will asked.

“Not right now. It’s probably a drunk text,” she rested her hand over the top of his. “Anyway�� back to what I was saying.”

“Are you ever going to tell me what really happened between you two?” Will chose his tone carefully, not wanting to sound too accusatory.

The group were largely unaware of the small romance between Cal and Y/N. Bach had spotted them walking hand in hand through the tube station on a Wednesday evening, but put it down to nothing after finding Cal swiping through Tinder the following weekend. Will, however, had an inside source. Harry Lewis.

They had been filming a pub golf video for Chris’s channel when Harry had brought it up.

“Mate.. can you believe Y/N and Lux?” Harry lowered his voice.

“What do you mean?” Will hadn’t heard anything from Y/N.

“She hasn’t said anything?”. Harry cocked an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure they’re together. Like in a serious way. He was asking if he should introduce her to his family.”

“If it’s legit, she’ll tell me when she’s ready.” Will took a sip of his drink, avoiding meeting Harry’s eyes.

“Do you think she’s embarrassed of him? It seems like he wants everyone to know… but she hasn’t even told you? You basically live in her pocket.” Harry questioned Will, somewhat disbelieving his longtime friend.

“Nah, I don’t think she’d be embarrassed of ‘im. He’s a good lad. It’s probably just a lot to figure your shit out with a group as big as this.” Will had always known Y/N to be calm. Level headed. Always with a plan. She’s just probably not ready to tell people yet. She wouldn’t until she was sure he was the one.

Harry placed a hand on his shoulder. “Not gonna lie mate, I thought it would be you.”

Less than 3 weeks later, Y/N had thrown herself into work. Cal had stopped posting stories of two wine glasses and snippets of songs Y/N had just happened to like. But to their friends, nothing had ever happened. They had always interacted politely, and they moved forward normally. Hey Y/N, you look well. A quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. You too! Did you go to the football this weekend?

When Will had asked her about it, Y/N had just said, “nothing really happened between us… we’re just better off as mates.” He had his suspicions that there was something a little more sinister going on. Maybe one of them had been a little controlling. Or there was a third person in the picture. Cal immediately reinstating his Tinder profile reeked of unfaithful. “That’s a shame. You deserve someone good.” Like me, he felt like saying.

“If I’m being perfectly honest… Cal was starting to feel like he was the placeholder for you.” Y/N hesitated telling him the full truth. “I feel like such a dick. He figured out my feelings about you long before I did. I just kinda feel like I’ve dropped him in shit and then left.”

Will’s face softened. “Fuck. I always kinda assumed the worst.” He shifted in his seat, hand covering his mouth. “No wonder he hasn’t called me recently.”

“Oh come on, Will. It’s a two way street. You haven’t reached out to him either.” Y/N pursed her lips.

“I know… we have that dinner for Freezy’s birthday coming up. I’ll try and talk to him then,” Will reached out for her hand, intertwining their fingers. “Okay.. let’s make sure he’s okay and finish this conversation. We were starting to get somewhere.”

“Can’t we do that first? I have a lot I wanna say to you.” Y/N stared at him, trailing her eyes from his eyes to his lips.

“Don’t look at me like that… you’re making me feel bad. Just send a welfare text or something. I’m not gonna get pissy at him for messaging me girlfriend if the intention is just to be nice.” Will spoke quickly.

Y/N looked straight at him, a smirk beginning to grow. “Girlfriend?”

She typed a message back to Cal, Will’s hand taking up residence on her knee.

Y/N: Yeah, we can. Is everything okay?

Cal: Not really. I feel like our dynamic is kind of fucked at the moment. What do you think?

Cal: (I also have an insurance question but this is probably an inappropriate time to ask 🫣)

Y/N: I think it’s definitely a little stiff. But I expected that. How would you like to move forward? (Send me a meeting invite for tomorrow and we’ll chat through. I’m free after 2pm)

Cal: I miss my mate. I’d love for us to get a point again where we can have a pint and chat shit

Cal: Also schweeet. That time works perfectly

Y/N: Okay. Are you up for a liquid lunch tomorrow? Half productive business insurance, half gossip? 🤭

Cal: Count me in. Meet you at the usual?

Y/N: Sounds good. See you at 2!

Cal: Great 👍 good to have you back mate

Y/N: You too chief 🫡

“Are you happy with that, William? Do you feel better now?” She placed her phone on the table in front of her, giving her full attention to the man in front of her.

He laughed, taking her hands in his. “That was very nicely done. It just didn’t feel right moving forward until you and Lux were in a good spot.”

“Well. Now I’m gonna talk. You’re not going to interrupt me.” She spoke sternly, before flashing him a Cheshire Cat smile.

Will raised his hand to his mouth, making a zipping motion.

“You and me are meant to be. I am into you in the grossest way. Like I’d happily fold your socks. Pop your zits. Whatever you want. I’m all in, Will. If you don’t feel the same, that’s okay but I’m going to have to leave London out of embarrassment.” She sat vulnerably, searching the man’s eyes for any emotion. Suddenly, the room felt heavy and the exit was looking a little more appealing.

Will sat in silence, blank stare on his face. A few moments passed.

“Are you going to say anything?” Y/N exclaimed in frustration, her voice beginning to crack.

“Am I allowed to speak now? I didn’t want to interrupt.” He grinned at her, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder in reassurance. “I thought I made it pretty obvious with the whole girlfriend comment, but if you’d like to hear me say it…”.

She nodded, finally sinking back into her seat.

“I won’t pop your zits because you’d just about batter me for not having a pimple patch. But I will carry you home after nights out. Take you on hot dates to the Tesco reduced section. Brag about you to people on the street if you’ll let me.” He stopped to take a breath, captivating her gaze. “I’m all in. Even when you start to think I’m wrinkly and pruny.”

“I thought you were just good looking, but turns out you can sometimes string a romantic sentence together.” She looked at Will sincerely, placing her hands on each side of his face.

“I just speak in syllables. Makes me seem all wise.” He laughed, resting his hands on either side of her waist. He pulled her closer, his breath fanning on her face before their lips met.

The kiss was gentle at first. New. The two of them had known each other so well, but this was uncharted territory.

They pulled away, Y/N resting her hands on his chest. “Why didn’t we do this earlier?”

“Don’t ask me. I’ve been waiting around for you.” Will smiled at her, pulling her into his lap. He joined their lips together again, his hands subtly creeping underneath her knitted jumper.

Y/N ran her hands along his forearms, tracing all the way up to the back of his head and tangling her fingers through his hair. His breath hitched as she lightly pulled on a few strands. Will pulled her impossibly close, attempting to shuffle them into a horizontal position.

As Y/N went to adjust her knees on either side of his, almost in a straddle position, her knee couldn’t get a grip on the leather like material and she started to slide off the couch.

Will, unable to get a grip on her quick enough, decided to go down with the ship. They lay on the soft carpet, side by side.

“Are you alright, pet?” Will tried to hide his laughter as Y/N lay rubbing circles over her elbow.

“Fuck, I think I have carpet burn.” She whined, laughing out of embarrassment.

“D’ya want me to kiss it better?” Will turned to face Y/N, seeing her nod. He sat up, placing a kiss on her cheek. Watching the smile spread across her face, he moved to her forehead, other cheek, jaw, chin and eventually her lips.

She laughed as he pulled away. “Wow, I miraculously feel so much better.”

Before the moment could continue, there was a buzz on the intercom.

“That’d be dinner.” Will sat up, making his way to the door. While he greeted the delivery driver, Y/N made her way to the kitchen to collect the essentials - a bottle of red, two glasses, plates and two sets of chopsticks.

Will met her in the kitchen. “I forgot to tell you.. we’re having sushi”.

“I know. We always get sushi after you film.” She led him back toward the living room, setting up the coffee table to accommodate all of their food.

“I ordered some of the teriyaki chicken salad you like. That way you won’t have to worry about buying any lunch tomorrow at work.” Will grabbed the cushions off of the couch, setting them down so they could sit comfortably on the floor.

“You know me too well, Lenney.” She grinned at him, taking a seat and beginning to search through the Netflix suggestions.

He reached over, placing a gentle kiss on her temple. “Always have, sweetheart. You were only just an arms length away.”

Y/N to Ugly Stepsisters chat: I did it. I got the guy.

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Author’s note:

All finished! Hopefully not too bad for my first fic out of retirement. If you can’t tell by the title, I have been very much listening to Sam Fender’s new album 🤭

Thanks for reading 🤍🤍

[bullet-prooflove]

Hello lovely!

23. That boy he takes my breath away, I can't find the words to say

For Spencer Dutton please? 💗

Tagging: @kmc1989 @justforthesimcc @demi321win-chester @dontwanttobeanamericanidiot @toasted-stiletto

Companion piece to:

Of Dead Men & Broken Dreams - Spencer makes a relisation while stationed on the front.

Ink Stained - Spencer finally reads your letters after a near death experiance.

It’s the sound of hooves outside that lead you to pick up the gun that you keep in the bed beside you. It’s a Springfield bolt action rifle, one that was handed down to you by your daddy, just like the ranch he put in your brother’s name, knowing that James would never step foot on it.

You’ve kept it close since the shooting six months ago, since Banner tried to murder you and the Duttons in an ambush on the road. Your families have been close since they settled, Cara taking you under her wing after your father had passed away a few years ago. Their cowboys take care of your herd after your own scattered to the winds because they won’t listen to a woman, especially not after you put a carving knife through Cal’s hand for trying to coerce his way into your bed.

“There’s a madness in that one.” He’d heralded to the others as he spat on your porch, cradling his bloodied hand to his chest. “She’d rip your dick off if you tried to fuck her.”

They’d dispersed after that and you couldn’t say you were sad to see them go because the truth is you hadn’t trusted a single one of them after Donald Whitfield had come sniffing around trying to buy the land. Cal wasn’t the first in a long line of men trying to make their fortune by putting you on your back, you’re certain he won’t be the last.  

Your white cotton nightdress flutters in the cool air as you raise from the bed, snatching up the rifle. You hurtle down the wooden stairs, tearing open the door, stepping out onto the porch in bare feet. You cock the weapon, your jaw tensing as you jam the barrel against the space where the bullet infiltrated your body. Your sight adjusts to the darkness as you line up the gun with the man racing towards you on horseback. Your finger tightens on the trigger, squeezing and the gun bucks against you, your bullet sailing through his hat, knocking it clean off his head.

“That was a warning shot.” You call out as he tugs at the reins, staying his horse. “The next one goes through your skull.”

“Why don’t you put it through my heart? Lord knows I deserve it.” He says getting off his horse and tilting his head up toward you.

The moonlight catches his tanned features and the air rushes out of you because it can not be Spencer Dutton standing in front of you, it can’t be the man who promised you the world and then disappeared from it.

You don’t lower the gun as he steps towards you, instead you press it against his chest. His hand grips to barrel, guiding it higher so there’s no doubt about which organ your bullet will pierce if you pull the trigger.  

“You wanna kill me Kit, do it.” He tells you with a ferocity you feel in the depths of your soul. “I died the day I left you, you’d just be finishing the job.”

“You die, I die.” You say as you look into his eyes with a fierce look of your own. “Isn't that what we told each other before you took off to the front?”

If he’d died on that battlefield you would have followed him right into that grave, you both know it. You lower the gun and his gaze strays the scar peeking out from underneath the collar of your white night dress. He reaches out, his fingers drawing the fabric away so he can see the wound in all it’s glory.

Just half an inch lower, he thinks as he studies it. He flattens his palm against your chest, feeling the thrum of your heart underneath his fingertips.

“Do you still feel me here?” He asks, his voice raw with emotion.

“Yes.” You whisper, your hand covering his. “Every damn day.”

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[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...

[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.

[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)

[etherealily]

ᴄᴏɴꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ [1] // ɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴊᴀᴄᴏʙꜱ

This was from my poll . This is Part 1.

Special thanks to @milesdrift for pushing me to pump this draft out in this ask.

Nate Jacobs + fem!reader. SFW, but discretion advised. Dark. Mature themes.

My other Nate fics. If you have the time.

You do NOT have permission to repost and/or translate any of my fics.

Desc. : Not your circus, but yeah, your monkey.

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Aaron Jacobs. Absolute worst ex to fucking have. And you would've actually scoffed and rolled your eyes and ignored him had his brother not been there at the restaurant you and your family were having an actually pleasant dinner at that night.

But rumours in West Highland about some EH QB who'd choked some girl had been circulating, though, and you were about 90% sure Nate was QB. I mean, Aaron had said that his brother was QB of the East Highland team, and, like. That doesn't change every year, does it? Hell if you knew.

To be honest, and perfectly fair, you hadn't really interacted much with Nate Jacobs after your breakup with Aaron (dodging rumours and taunts that you'd been groomed just because Aaron was a senior when you were a sophomore was difficult), and you'd stopped accompanying your father to the country club where you'd first been introduced to the Jacobs family. Because who the fuck would want to see an asshole like Aaron Jacobs again?

Seeing Nate standing there, though? He looked absolutely fucked. Depressed, even. You tried to turn your eyes back to your family, but a table next to you began whispering, and then another, and then soon enough, there was a complaint being raised, and the manager was squaring up to Cal Jacobs.

And that's when, for reasons that you can't explain without using the words "canon event", you stupidly followed the Jacobs family out.

"Hey."

Too quiet.

"Hey!"

"Oh, hey, dear, it's been ages, how are you?"

"Good, Mr. Jacobs.", you smiled, biting the inside of your cheek as you shook his hand. Yeah, he was pissed, and you knew you had to tread lightly, no matter how good he was at being cordial.

"You've grown into a beautiful young lady. You here to acquiesce to Aaron's request for another shot?"

"Uh, no?"

"Good. You deserve better.", he grinned, ruffling up your hair, before leaning closer. "Listen, dear, we don't need your sympathy. We'll remember this. How this establishment—"

"Oh, no, no, it isn't like that. Um, EH has a scrimmage against us next week, so I was just about to talk to Nate about it."

He licked the back of his teeth, before nodding, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "Make it quick."

And then, unfortunately, Nate turned back to you. "What?"

"I just, I saw you, I don't know, I just wanted to come check on you."

"Why?"

"It's just fucked up. What happened in there.", you said, thumbing behind you at the restaurant.

"Yeah, well, he lost really fucking good business. Why are you actually out here? You gonna tell me I'm a pig? Huh? Is that what you want? A domestic abuser? 'Cause I've heard it all, alright?"

He ran his palm over his face, glaring at a security guard gawking at the two of you. "Just fuck off, alright?", he hissed under his breath.

"Whoa, no, man, I really don't know why you're being like this—"

"You know the "rumours" and shit they say about you? Hm?", he scoffed, sucking on his teeth at your narrowed eyes. "You know what, forget it. You'll probably just prove them all right."

You knew exactly what he was talking about. Rumours that you were groomed by his brother. Rumours that you were easy. Bets running around school to see who could 'groom' you again. Guys in your DMs 24/7.

"You're gonna play dumb? The cute, innocent act?", he scoffed, his arm around your shoulders to turn you back to the restaurant. "You know the manager in there, the one that just kicked us out?", he inquired, voice haunting right next to your ear. "Maybe you'll go suck his cock, let him groom you, huh? I mean, if you really think what he did to our family is unfair, you'll try to help us back in, right?"

Wow! Oh, fuck this guy to hell!

"What?"

"Nothing.", he muttered, patting your shoulder before shoving his hands into his pockets and stalking back to his car.

Not without a couple "fuck you!"'s from you and a middle finger from him.

Teach you to fucking try to comfort a Jacobs. Give them an inch and they'll take a fucking mile. And then some.

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See, Nate's not a particularly evil person, he wouldn't say. He's no saint, he accepts that. But he'd never wish ill on you. God, you? Not you! Unheard of! You were his best-kept secret ; he'd go around blabbing about his Dad before he told anyone about you.

Well, okay, maybe that was an exaggeration. You weren't exactly a secret ; he's making it sound like a clandestine love affair.

No, you probably barely remembered him, but he's known you for God knows how long, and he's liked you for longer.

Actually. He's pretty sure, with the amount of times he's stalked your account online, there's probably a warrant out for his arrest. Well, another one, he should say.

But seriously. You're what he needed. Someone who didn't have some preconcieved notion about him, someone who didn't have Maddy at her ear 24/7 saying he wasn't worth shit.

All this to say... he really regretted how it went down that night.

This is Nate. I was drunk. Sorry.

You were sober. Fuck off.

Ok, but I was pissed. Sorry.

What were you supposed to do, in his mind? Accept wholeheartedly?

Do you still come around the club?

No.

Not since the breakup?

Fuck him.

There was no logical reason for him to have your number, for real. You'd changed your number about two months after the breakup, so he couldn't have got it from Aaron, and you didn't know a single person from EH (no one from WH would ever associate with them, it's a territory thing) so he couldn't have had a connect.

Okay, fuck. Whatever. Social media existed, you supposed.

No.

Can you come Sunday? I'll buy you lunch.

It took you a very long time to stop scoffing, and a little longer for him to follow up.

And dessert. And coffee. Or whatever.

Honestly, you weren't fucking sure what to do. You weren't into the idea of hanging out with that prick again, but it'd be like kicking a man when he's down. For real.

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"I didn't think you'd show.", he remarked, accepting your hug before leading you into the clubhouse restaurant, holding a chair out for you. "Like, honest, I thought you'd flake."

"Why's that?"

He shrugged, sitting across from you, a hand over the back of his chair like he owned the place — basically did. Lifetime member. "'Cause it'd kill your rep at your school. Or, like, make it worse for the rumours about being groomed and shit — that I'm sorry for bringing up, by the way."

"Sorry about bringing up yours. I didn't know it was, like, that triggering."

He picked at the corner of the table for a moment, the scraping almost turning you homicidal.

"You know I had a fucking dream about it?"

"The strangling?"

"Uh-huh. Like, the guy who actually did it was, like, dancing around me and I was in a jail cell."

You snorted, shaking your head as you did. "Dark."

Chuckling at your laughs, he shook his head. When the fuck had you become so pretty?

He smiled at you for a little while, his eyes on your lips, before he sighed, his fingers rapping on the table. "Okay, I gotta ask.", he mumbled, and you raised a brow, setting the cup down.

"How does one such as you date... one such as my brother?", he asked, in the most sarcastically polite tone he could.

"Trust me, I ask myself that every day.", you laughed, finally getting to work on your cookie, before looking up at him. "How are you, Nate?"

He rolled his eyes. "You asked me this outside the restaurant. I'm fine. It's just fucked up. Some guy assaults my girl and then the world thinks it's me."

"I didn't actually get to ask you this outs—"

"Do you drink?"

"Do I— yeah, I drink. Why?"

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He pulled out his phone as he offered you the vape again. "Won't kill you, you know?

"Might."

"Try it.", he mumbled, running his hand over his chin as he waited for the app you'd suggested for him to download to keep his chats with Maddy secure. 'Signal'. "Seriously. One hit isn't giving you cancer."

You scoffed, puffed, and coughed. "Fuck you, man.", you scoffed.

A moment washes by.

"So, did you do it?", you asked, shifting your elbow to rest on your knee as you looked back out at the pool, squinting at the sky, then back down to the flask, glinting in the sunlight.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know. I heard it, didn't really believe it."

"Didn't 'really' believe it implies you kinda did.", he said, typing in the name of the app and scrolling past the ten million other fucking apps with that same generic ass name.

"Well, logically - statistically - you can't confidently rule anyone out. I mean, there's probably billions of girls whose boyfriends did strangle them, and they didn't see it coming, and they knew them a whole lot better than I knew you."

"You've known me since you were a freshman.", he muttered, clicking 'Install'. "Hey, could you ask your Dad to hook me up with a motel room for a couple nights? We just can't meet up in town, in public."

"Yeah, no, for sure. I'll tell him to leave a room open for you. Just one night, right? Or, like, how long?"

"I dunno, can I tell you? I mean, I'm good for it, if that's what you're worried about."

You nodded. "Sure. But I'm taking this shit as collateral.", you declared, rattling the pocket flask in his face, grinning as he guffawed. "It's cool as shit."

"That's my grandpa's."

"Bullshit.", you snorted, and he hit his shoulder against yours. "You can't come up with a story to guilt me into giving you your cool-as-shit flask back."

It took him a while to admit to himself that he hadn't laughed that much since this whole fucked up police investigation began.

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Two Weeks Later.

Just like any good horror movie, the doorbell rang through the house like the fucking Purge siren, at fucking midnight, when you were home alone. And you had absolutely no delusions about being the final girl, no, you'd call the fucking police right the fuck away.

Well, that's until your phone rang, scaring the actual life out of you.

Caller ID showed Nate Jacobs.

You picked up.

"Hey, I'm outside."

Okay, you were ready to actually shoot this asshole within an inch of his life. "It's midnight."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, just— I'm sorry, I just need you to open the door."

You sighed, ending the call as you unlocked the door. This really could still be some serial killer with a gun against Nate's head, making him say—

"Hey."

Oh. Oh. He looked pathetic. "Maddy and I aren't... like, together. If that's any consolation."

You leaned against the doorway, watching the rain frame the back of his head. "Consolation for what?"

He licked his lips, looking over your shoulder and then back at your eyes. "Me being here."

Crossing your arms, you bit the inside of your cheek. You had no idea where you were supposed to go from here, because he looked about two conversations away from offing himself, and you really didn't need that on your conscience. "And, uh...", you trailed off, exhaling before looking back at his eyes - those fucking detached eyes - "Why are you here?"

He clenched his jaw, practically clinging to the doorframe. "I don't know."

"Are you high?"

He shook his head.

"Drunk?"

He shook his head. Droplets of rainfall landed on your doorframe.

"Sad?"

He shook his head.

"Angry?"

He thought for a moment, actually thought, before shaking his head.

"Scared?" Ugh, you couldn't be standing here all night naming every character from Inside Out.

His eyes shot across your face, every corner of it, like object balls across a billiards table. He nodded.

"The purple guy, huh?", you muttered, under your breath, before rubbing the side of your temples and moving to press your back against your door. He walked in through the space you'd given him, and you closed the door.

"I just, uh... I wanted to thank you. You know, for the motel and the app."

You shook your head, sitting down. "It's nothing, man. Least I could do."

He slumped down next to you, his foot bouncing as his eyes glazed over the TV, blues and reds and purples from the screen reflecting in them.

"Maybe if you, like, talked about it?"

He scoffed - or laughed, you could never tell with him - before he shook his head. "Do your parents lock their liquor cabinet?"

~~~~

Silent movies were the fucking best.

To watch. Not so much when you have company that's really not into laughing at Chaplin's antics, and more interested in dragging his fingers up your ankle to your knee in alcohol-induced stupor.

"Why doesn't he just fucking get through that door?", he slurred, pointing at the screen as he rubbed his half-lidded, heavy-gazed eyes aggressively, probably to get himself to wake the fuck up.

"The tiny door in the wall?"

"Mm. It's a way out of the fucking lion cage. He's just too dense to see it? That's the joke?"

"Wait for it."

"I'm not good at that."

You shushed him, and he scowled, biting at your finger.

"It's a silent fucking movie! 'Shh' could be the title.", he laughed, yanking you to him, thumbing at your shoulder.

"Oh, he found it!"

Charlie Chaplin opened the hatch and came face to face with a fucking tiger. He chortled, resting his forehead on your shoulder in amused exasperation. "No, man, you're absolutely right, this is peak comedy."

"It is. You're laughing.", you giggled.

"Out of cringe. Shit is childish."

He licked his lips as you turned away, your eyes back on the screen as you took another sip of the vodka.

The bullshit began all at once, swift, sudden and striking. (You'd eventually learn that's how it'd always be with Nate.)

"Do you realise, I could... fuck, I could lose everything? Like, I...", he mumbled, grabbing your hand and pressing the heel of your palm to his forehead as he grimaced. "I'll lose my shot at college." His face contorted in what actually looked like raw fucking worry, before he rested his chin on your palm, then his lips, too, just gentle enough that you didn't notice it. His knee bounced faster. Your palm turned in his hand and his lips grazed your knuckles. "I won't be able to get a job. I'll, like... I'll get on some list."

Your eyebrows pressed together, and you pursed your lips. You'd never seen Nate - well, anyone - like this before. Hysterical wasn't the right way to put it, but he was definitely not as calm and composed as you'd been used to seeing him, back when you were kids.

"Nate, you'll get out of this."

"But, like, what if I don't?"

"The truth will win. It always does."

He snorted, kissing up your wrist with soft, barely-there presses that were more comforting to him than to you. "Reality's gonna be a bitch to you, you know? It's the worst for the pretty ones with no clue."

"What?"

"Nothing. It's...", he sighed. "I'm fucked up, okay? Just don't pay me any mind. I just feel like... no one like... fully believes me, you know?"

"I'm sure Maddy does, I mean, she knows it wasn't you."

"Yeah, no, I'm not talking about Maddy, she's going through her own shit, I just feel like it's... this is fucked up to say, but my shit's worse than hers."

You raised a brow, scoffing as you leaned your head back against the couch. "Yeah? How'd you figure?"

"Don't get all psycho-feminist on me. I'm just saying, she went through it. I'm going through it."

"See, that makes sense in theory, but —"

"But nothing.", he laughed, and suddenly, the same eyes, once detached, were now closer than you'd ever thought they could be. Your forehead was pressed against his, your cheeks twitching at the feel of his knuckles against them.

And then, he leaned in.

And you leaned away.

"What?", he murmured, one of his hands fiddling with your earring. "What's wrong?"

"You're really upset, you're not exactly the most reasonable, or, like, stable right now."

He frowned for a moment, his head tilting just a smidge, before he scoffed, his hands off you faster than they'd latched on, and thrown up in mock surrender. "I see."

"What?"

"You're scared of me. You're scared of me, huh? You afraid I'll strangle you? Leave you with bruises on your neck that you're gonna have to explain at school on Monday?"

"Whoa, hey, where are you getting this from? I didn't say any of that !"

"I can see it in your fucking eyes." he replied, moving back towards your face and breathing in against your cheek.

"I'm not!"

"No?"

"No."

"Then don't fucking sit there all stiff and trembling like I'm about to fucking choke you. Yeah? We good?"

You nodded. Last thing you wanted was to accuse him when the entire district was probably doing that and much worse.

He sucked on his teeth, staring at you for a moment, before it seemed his mind had come to the absolutely demented conclusion that kissing you was his only way out of the awkward quiet that had once again graced both of you with its presence.

"Hey—"

Tilting his head, he looked up at you earnestly, his fingers pinching your chin to have you stay still. "You said you weren't scared of me."

"I'm not."

"Hey.", he mumbled, sliding his hands down your jeans. "Hey. Come on. We know each other, right?", he asked, kissing at your cheek. "And we fuck with each other, right?" His kisses migrated to your jaw and then clavicle. "So why can't we fuck each other?"

Okay, in his defense, he really did fucking need this. He met Maddy every Friday night at the motel, and it really was the best part of his week, 100%. He was a good fucking boyfriend. But he needed to feel normal, to know that he was talking to someone who didn't either pity him, hate him, or love him to the point of lying to the police.

He needed to not be a fucking victim, for a night.

For some weird reason, you still froze against the onslaught of his lips. He'd figured that logic was sound.

He was pretty sure he was ready to actually choke you, but, being the rational individual he is, he took a deep breath, resting back on his heels. "You think I'm innocent?"

"I think you're innocent."

"You're just saying that 'cause you're scared I'll kill you if you say otherwise.", he mumbled, under his breath.

"No! Nate, seriously."

"Yeah? Doesn't look like it."

He'd have felt guilty for this manipulation, had you not kissed him then, to prove that you were a good friend, a good person. Hey, if it works, it works.

And then he started to blabber. He hated doing that shit, but alcohol seemed to get some sort of amusement out of making him an actual fucking idiot.

"I always hated, like, when you were fucking my brother.", he groaned out, helping you out of your jeans. "You had to have known that."

You shook your head. That wasn't news, in reality. Jacobs men were not subtle.

"No, like, for fucking real, I thought you could've done so much better. I'm closer to your age, too, you know? Absolute crime against humanity, us not doing this befor— yeah, that feels good, huh?", he asked, amused at your breathless state.

You nodded in response, and he tugged down on your bottom lip, with his teeth. "Yeah, just keep still for me, it's about to feel a whole lot fucking better."

You had a nasty, clawing feeling that that would not be the case all the time, because your experience with Jacobs men had suggested otherwise.

And boy, will you be proven right, time and time again.

For now? Just enjoy this. At least the sex is good.

Nothing else will be.

But more on that later.

[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."

[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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yourusername EEEE!!!! so happy to announce the launch of my clothing brand, y/n apparel (so original ik 😩💋) the official site will launch on the 21st of september & will bring you a wide variety of styles, from loungewear, to club dresses, to athleisure. i’ve been working on this for little over two and a half years now with my beautiful, creative, incredible, and innovative team. i love love love u all my fashion family @ ynapparel. and i love U!!!! for supporting me 🫶💗 looking forward to seeing u on the apparel account’s insta live as we greet and interview your fav influencers at the launch party x 🥰🥰

user the post hasn’t even been up a minute and chip liked ☹️😭

faithlouisak so so proud of you my babe. actually bawling 🥹🥹

yourusername luv u sm beautiful mama 🫶🫶🫶

thefellasstudios ayyyy! we better see some fire fits on the 21st 😮‍💨

calfreezy now i’m off the professional account, so proud and let’s hope you still remember how to throw a party because i cannot be seen at a stinker

yourusername won’t let u down calfreezy sir 🫡

taliamar baby’s all grown up 🥺 so proud of you my love i can’t wait to see the art you make 🫶

user talia are you crying be honest

georgeclarkeey can you get me a stylist i’m scared to be judged

yourusername i’ll get u set up in a gorg pink bodycon x

maxbalegde @ yourusername i reckon he’d pull it off

maxbalegde THATS MY GIRL!!! 😭😭😭 buzzing for you babes xx

gkbarry_ UGH! i’ll bawl i’m so proud of u girl ❤️

bambinobecky better be seeing you fashion week 2024

yourusername go big or go home ig 🤷‍♀️

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 🤭🥰

model2 loved working with you!! you’re such an angel 💗

yourusername awh my stunning girl!! you’re the sweetest thing & i look forward to working with you again 🫶🫶

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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 🥰)

ksi 🖤🔥

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 ❤️❤️❤️

user mother is motheringgggggg

ynapparel 🩷🩷🩷

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

yourusername who’s saying you can’t 😩😩

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

user losing my mind ur so beautiful

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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yourusername can’t two people reconnect?

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[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!