#and I will gladly retract what I said here

[cbrownjc]

Actually, and please correct me if I'm wrong, but while Rolin and the other writers have said that we would revisit events from Season 1 in Season 2, such as the 1x05 fight, I actually don't remember them ever saying that when the show revisited those events in Season 2 that then we would have "the real version of events." I don't remember them ever saying, or promising, that specific thing about the revisits.

This article here, from December of 2022, has the first instance when one of the show writers, Hannah Moscovitch, talked about things being revisited, but she never uses the words "real events":

“All of it will be revisited,” says Moscovitch, adding that includes the horrific assault of episode five and Louis’ role in Lestat’s attempted murder in episode seven. “But I want to be careful to say that Louis will never be not believable as a victim,” she says.

I honestly think the idea of Season 2 showing us the "real events" is something only fandom has been saying since we learned of the revisits officially in December of 2022. But I honestly don't recall Rolin or Hannah or anyone connected with the show actually saying that revisiting in Season 2 would give us the "real" version of everything.

Again, anyone is free to correct me on that one if I am wrong about it.

And just regarding myself personally, I never anticipated we would get the "real" version of events as the post I linked to from last year above shows. I figured we'd get more context wrt the fight when we got it from Louis' POV, but I myself never said we'd get the "real" version of the fight. I even said that what we get of the fight in Season 3 from Lestat's POV might also carry on into multiple seasons as well.

So, at least from what I remember of what has been said about all of this from the writers and showrunner, there was no promise of a "real" version, just a revisit. A "real" version was more a fandom interpretation of hearing that revisits of things like the 1x05 fight would happen, IIRC.

Again, if someone has a link or something to an interview that has Rolin, Hannah, Adam, or anyone else saying something like that, I will stand corrected on it. And I actually don't think they've ever said that Lestat's version of events is the "true" version either, even though that is very much something Anne Rice said about it all. But Rolin and the other writers haven't so far, as far as I can recall. (Again, if someone has a link to them doing so, I will stand corrected.)

Do I think they might deviate from what Rice herself said about Lestat's version of things? No. But I don't think they are just going to present Lestat's POV of events without some type of critique or way to not actually verify the things Lestat presents when we finally hear his side of things.

Take for example the backstory Armand gave about his relationship with Lestat. As I said at the time if you know how much of those events actually played out in TVL, then you know a key person who will very likely back up Lestat's story about what really happened was omitted in Armand's telling of things but who too was very much there for much of them -- Gabrielle. A second eye witness who was there but not at all mentioned by Armand when he spoke of it will be a key factor when it comes to why Lestat's version of what happened will look to be more believable than Armand's.

So no, I do not think the show is just going to present Lestat's version of things and just say in an interview or whatever outside of the show that "this is the real version" and leave it at that. That very much would be lazy writing, and I personally would call that out (loudly) if they did that.

I feel when they present Lestat's POV of things, they will very much have to -- and will -- do so in a way that will also be presented with some real verification of the things he says. It may not happen right away with everything in Season 3 (such as Gabrielle backing up Lestat's version of what happened with Armand -- because who knows when we'll see her in the present day) but I very much think it will happen.

And you know what? I strongly disagree that it's an easy way out, i.e. a cop-out wrt writing to have presented the story like this, with no clear "correct" version of events assigned at the end. If that were so, then stories/films like Kurosawa's Rashamon would fail to resonate with people as it still does over 70 years later. And this show has very much been employing The Rashamon Effect in its storytelling since the very beginning.

IMO, Lestat's POV will be presented in Season 3, and much of it very likely be given corroboration in some ways, like by Gabrielle wrt Lestat's backstory with Armand. But, at the end of the day, if people want to believe Lestat will come down to each viewer's own individual bias and interpretation -- and I honestly think that will be the case no matter if Lestat's version of things is air-tight verifiable (which I suspect it will be shown to be when it comes to something like Paul's death).

Whether someone likes this brand of storytelling is very much an individual preference, I'll say that. But I very much do not see it as an easy form of storytelling or a way to give the writers easy outs either.

you know what, i have accepted the fight and will br moving in from it, like you can’t revisit something several times. so i don’t expect a third revisit,

I do. Because we did not get Lestat‘s POV yet *shrugs*

[porcalinecunt]

𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 !

𐐂 what if kakucho was an incubus . . . ?

🩰 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐒! 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

🧴𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

𝐜𝐰 — afab!reader. soft dom! kakucho. sub!reader. fingering. biting. blood. sound kink. size kink(?). soft sex. kakucho has a tail. cumshots.

a/n: happy 2024 yall! sorry i haven’t been posting much, school was kicking my ass and i’ll be just as busy for the next few months ahead. i want to continue the incubus series though so here’s kakucho! if you want to request a charecter, my inbox is open! as always, enjoy! 🤍

꒰ incubus! kakucho would notice you in your most vulnerable state, desperately riding what looked like a fuzzy depiction of another man. your body language and a face too euphoric for someone fucking a rando said enough about your troubles. you missed someone, and you missed them bad. at least, not for long.

꒰ incubus! kakucho would make sure his welcome was warm, retracting his claws and hiding his massive wings as you opened your eyes to meet him in yet another dream. his hands were soft, squeezing the plush of your thighs and hips. your confusion quickly washed away as you felt something slither around your arm. it was black and furry with a sharp, pointed end. his tail wrapped snug around your arm, almost pulling you closer to him.

꒰ incubus! kakucho slithers his fingers in your immediately, watching your face contort in pleasure as he finds your weak spots with ease. you could only stare in awe as he leans into your neck, biting into the soft skin. hot blood trickled down your chest, but your senses were so overwhelmed with pleasure that the sting faded into nothingness. nonetheless, he was careful. Treating you with a tenderness that most incubuses would throw into the wind, consider yourself a lucky one.

꒰ incubus! kakucho, after easing your pussy and drenching his fingers, would slowly sink his cock into you. he would only stop, as he watched you struggle to take it. you’re not the first mortal to struggle taking him, and certainly not the last. unable to keep your legs open, kakucho pushed them down until they touched your chest while keeping them together, exposing your cunny completely. he watched in awe as you swallowed him whole, sighing in response.

꒰ incubus! kakucho would savor every last sound you made. every loud moan and yelp your throat forced out just went straight to his dick, driving him deeper into your greedy cunt. despite your shy and hesitant demeanor, you refused to let him slip out even by accident. kakucho pushed himself forward, placing both hands besides your head, caging you completely. he admired you as your syrupy eyes looked around at the current position you were in as your mouth hung open.

꒰ incubus! kakucho would reach closer and closer to his orgasm, holding your legs and keeping your thighs spread apart while his pace grew sloppy. he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a long and slow kiss. incubuses would bust a lung laugh at the mere thought of intimacy with a mortal, but kakucho still had his shread of kindness that he gladly shared as you came around his cock from the shockingly gentle act.

꒰ incubus! kakucho would feel his dick twitch as the knot in his stomach began to snap. he’d pull out and give himself a few more strokes before threads of his seed would paint your trembling body. groaning and sighing, he adored the sight in front of him. your legs trembling while your chest and face were flushed. his cum spilled all over your stomach, some even reaching your chin. if only he could stay for longer, but it’s no big deal after all! you’ll see him again soon enough the next time you miss a hookup or ex. <3

🎀 this work belongs to @porcalinecunt. reblogs and feedback are appreciated. <3

[translucent-sun]

Over the next five years, they’d build themselves a comfortable life. Not an easy one, but comfortable enough. Taking on jobs had come to be only necessary when the desert’s dryness became particularly dry, when the heat became so unbearable that only the richest, biggest moisture farms with the most modern equipment were ableto harvest the precious liquid. When their reservoir was empty, their vaporator unable to keep up, and they were forced to buy their water. Only then did their life become a little more stressful. But even that was temporary. 

Obi-Wan’s only worry these days was Cody’s health. Or the decline of it. The training and connection to the Force they’d kept up with at least twice a week, be it playful swordfight or simple meditation, certainly had kept both of them fit, but Obi-Wan couldn’t help but notice that Cody needed breaks much more often, even skipping some days entirely, saying he was too tired, or simply not in the mood. 

Cody denied that anything was wrong, of course, and Obi-Wan couldn’t do much but accept his stubbornness. But accepting it didn’t stop him from worrying. 

Often, the fact that he might one day have to take care of Cody occupied his every thought. It wasn’t the taking care part that worried him – he would gladly do so, of course. It was the fact that he was getting old himself that worried him. That he won’t be able to care for him one day. It was a haunting thought. But nonetheless, it was interrupted. 

“What are you doing?” Cody’s voice came from a strange direction. Only when Obi-Wan opened his eyes, turning to follow the familiar sound did he remember where he was. 

Calling back down from the edge of the roof, his back resting against its dome, he replied, “I thought I heard a Bantha and wanted to track it. Then I must have fallen asleep.” 

The first part was entirely true. Where Banthas roam, sand people won’t be far, so making sure they’re not heading in your direction is not a bad idea. Cody shook his head in apparent amusement. 

“You’ll get burnt. Come down, dinner is almost ready.”

“Come up. When it’s only almost ready it won’t hurt to spend five more minutes out here.”

Cody sighed, punctuated by an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “Fine.” 

Slowly walking up the makeshift stairs they’d put up a few years ago, every step took visible effort, and Obi-Wan caught himself worrying again. 

With a groan, Cody settled next to him, shoulder pressed to shoulder. They sat for a minute that felt like an eternity, seconds stretched into a lifetime. Obi-Wan wished it could go on like this forever. Though when Cody finally spoke, time retracted back like a spring.

“If we don’t get back in our dinner will burn.” His shoulder bumped into Obi-Wan’s gently. Obi-Wan’s head tipped back, his eyes falling shut. 

“Just a second,” he whispered, almost a plea. 

His eyes opened, turning to watch Cody when he felt a hand in his hair. He’d started to wear it shorter again, and it had turned almost entirely gray by now, even growing white in some places. And he knew Cody loved it. As did he love Cody’s own. In general, Cody was just growing more gorgeous with age. His hair was graying too, the white streak in his once black hair almost invisible now, blending in with the gray that was slowly growing in. Only the back of his head had kept its color, bound at the back of his head in a loose knot. A few loose strands fell over Cody’s forehead, making him look a little unkept.

It was beautiful. And a constant reminder of the passing of time. He forced himself to look away, blinking, struggling against the light. He pushed the thought as far away as he could

“Alright,” he said, already rising. “Let’s go.”

[gettinshiggywithit]

「"ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ?!"」

Scenario:- “May I please. Have some headcanons of possessive bf atsushi”(@diagonal-queen)

Pairing(s):- Atsushi x gn! Reader (romantic) | akutagawa x gn!reader (platonic)

Genre:- fluff?/crack? Idrk….

Type:- oneshot

W/c:-1.22k

A/N:-HIYA! Here’s a little atsushi oneshot requested by our favorite queen @diagonal-queen!atsushi is a little ooc i think? And also i hc that aku would be a genuinely sweet person outside of the mafia🥲.sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes!

Hmm okay this is an interesting one.

First of all I don’t think atsushi would be possessive…he knows he doesn’t ‘own’ you and that youre ur own person.

Does he get insecure and ask for reassurance later? Very much so.

But there is one person I see him being possessive around.just one!

Can you guess who?

If you guessed our resident emo boy aquaduct,then you my friend are correct~

Let’s set the scene shall we~

For unspecified reasons,atsushi is told he has to partner up with akutagawa.okay fine.he’s used to the coat clad carpetmuncher so he knows he can handle it.

What makes him suddenly not want to go through with it is dazai telling him that you’d be accompanying them too-

“BUT DAZAI WHY DOES Y/N HAVE TO GO?! IM PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF DOING THIS JOB ON MY OWN!”

“’Sushi it’s fine I don’t mi-”

“now now,y/n’s ability might be useful that’s the only reason we’re letting them accompany you.”

“BUT I-”

You place your hand on his arm and squeezy it lightly to reassure him that its okay.

He begrudgingly sighs and accepts that you’ll be hanging around akutagawa for the entirety of this mission

He’s actually nervous…

You were a naturally chatty and curious person…what if you triggered akutagawa to use rashoumon?! What if he hurt you???!!!

Noticing his glazed over eyes and nervous expression,you kiss him on his cheek to bring him out of his head and back to earth.

“’sushi,it’s fine.dont worry I’ll be fine.i can hold my own.i promise” you smile up at him (or down or directly at depending on ur height~)

And he relaxes.

You’ll be fine…it’s fine!

-skip to while youre on the actual mission-

He was wrong! He was SO wrong!

The moment he sees akutagawa he pushes you behind him and stands between you two.

But nothing could have prepared him for what came next-

“RYUU???????”

“y/n?”

“WAIT YOU KNOW EACHOTHER?!”

*Cue shook and confused tiger boi*

“Oh yeahh I met his sister at the Laundromat the other day and we just became friends by default ig?”

“0_0”

“it’s not that difficult of an idea to comprehend,weretiger.are you truly that daft?”

BOI IS SO MUCH MORE INSECURE NOW THAT HE KNOWS U AND AKU ARE ACTUALLY FRIENDS AND SEEM QUITE CLOSE?????

I MEAN YALL ARE ON A NICKNAME BASIS NOW??!

AND BY AKUTAGAWA’S STANDARDS THAT’S PRETTY CLOSE….

“but y/n…he’s a criminal! HE’S FROM THE MAFIA!”

“I didn’t know that ‘sushi :’) I just thought they were two nice people….and honestly ryuu isn’t all that bad…”

“DON’T CALL HIM THAT! HE MIGHT KILL YOU!”

“don’t be foolish weretiger.i would do no such thing,for unlike you,y/n is an actually tolerable human bein.now if it’s someone’s death you wish to witness I can gladly make arrangements. *cue the activation of rashoumon*”

You:- !!!!!

“umm no no.thats not what he meant ryuu��put rashoumon back…. Please?” you said, your hands on akutagawa’s chest trying to keep him as far away from atsushi as possible without actually using any force.

Atsushi :- o_0

No because what was that??? Why were you Touching him????!!

He was so confused tbhh

He was even more surprised when aku sighs,retracts rashoumon,gently takes your hands off of him and puts his hands in his pockets before turning on him heels and simply saying “fine.just come on.we have an objective to accomplish”

Atsushi’s jaw :- dropped

You:- skipping after the emo fella ,your fingers intertwined with your boyfriend’s.

Okay no why?what? huh????

He physically shakes his head to clear it from all his racing thoughts.

He took only one thing from that entire interaction; he could Not let akutagawa get anywhere Near you.at least not when he was around.and he most Certainly couldn’t let that man lay a single finger on you!

He stops walking causing you to do so too.

The ceasing of the sound of footsteps behind him causes akutagawa to also stop and turn back to face you.

“sushi? What’s wrong?”

He suddenly leans forward to kiss your nose,causing you to blush hard and simultaneously causing akutagawa to roll his eyes and keep walking.

  During the entire mission he keeps initiating little acts of pda,whether it was holding your hand,shoulder or wait or shielding you from whatever was around.atsushi did NOT let you be away from him for more than 5 milliseconds!

Akutagawa didn’t really care but when the time came where he needed to be beside you for even a second,maybe to say something or even if he had to move you away from an oncoming threat,atsushi would just spring in between the two of you and truth be told even you found it a little irritating…

Yes you loved your boyfriend and yes you would never cheat or leave him for someone,but this was getting ridiculous! You and akutagawa were just friends!

It really wasn’t as deep as atsushi felt it was…and besides,you were closest to gin…not ryunosuke!

So after the mission (thank God his little fit wasn’t detrimental to your overall success!) you pulled him aside and asked him what was up.

The look in your eyes was both pleading him to tell the truth and a little angry he wasn’t being honest outright.

And ofc,kitty boi caved.

How could he not?

He told you everything.how he felt weird for you knowing akutagawa and how close you seemed to be.

To which you sighed,cupped his cheek and told him clearly that you and he were nothing more than friends.and that you weren’t even that close to him.just his sister.

Atsushi exhaled at that and you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

Akutagawa immediately looked away.

And when you were done you took atsushi’s hand and were about to go on your way until-

“just one one thing,”

“hmm-”

He pulled you in for a kiss,it was honestly perfect,and had it been a different time and place maybe things could have progressed but alas you were on a mission and not at home.

Nevertheless,as his lips captured yours,he pulled you in closer by the waist,and you leaned further into it.

About 5-10 seconds in akutagawa REALLY felt awkward and coughed….you were gonna miss your rendezvous point.

Once you both heard his cough,only you felt embarrassed,and when you tried to pull away he lightly bit your bottom,causing your eyes to widen.after which he released both you and your lip and just gave you a quick peck on the nose and his cute little smile.

You all ignored what had happened and even akutagawa didn’t seem to give a dam.

Atsushi actually looked kinda happy ngl,and ofc the entire way back he had his arm either around your waist or on the small of your back.

(when yall get home if he’s still feeling it mayhaps you end up with a little hickey two? Mayhaps😉)

Tagging:- @kemis-world @diagonal-queen

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[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening pt. 20.1 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, ANGST, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Hello everyone! It's late but I had to post this now.🤭 I've been busy writing this next part and it was getting WAY too long so I had to make the hard decision of cutting it into two parts. The word count was over 10k and I hadn't even edited it yet🫣 I'll have the second half of this chapter up in a few days so you won't have to wait too long to see what happens next. I hope you enjoy this next part!

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think!

The last few days felt like a total blur. You would give anything to go back up to the penthouse, get no cleaning done, and fight how much sexual tension there was brewing between you and Elvis. In your mind, none of this nightmarish stuff has ever happened to you but every time you close your eyes, it replays over and over on a loop and you can’t stay away from it. You had a hard time sleeping even though you were mentally exhausted. Elvis urged you to get some rest and that he’d be there the whole time to protect you. You were still scared though. Still scared Raphael had you in his grasp and wouldn’t let you go. 

You finally get released from the hospital even though your doctor insisted you stay long for testing because he grew quite concerned about those mysterious bite marks on your body. Elvis convinced them to not worry and released you right away. Before you knew it, you were on a plane headed for Memphis. 

You were still pretty groggy and ached when you moved too much. You were carried onto Elvis’ private plane and placed gently on the bed in the back of it. Blankets were placed over you and you gladly pulled them closer to your body. You couldn’t stop shivering and you didn’t know why. Maybe it was just your body in shock. Elvis lays in the bed with you and pulls you close, pressing your body into his and you yelp in discomfort. A sharp rush of pain grew where his hand was laid across your torso. You didn’t understand why it hurt so much right there. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asks panicked. 

You close your eyes and take a sharp breath in. 

“It hurts. It hurts when you touch me here,” you whisper, knowing that it doesn’t sound right coming from your lips. You turn over to plead with your eyes for him to understand. 

His eyes grow with a look of hurt, not liking what you said. He slowly retracts his hands and looks over your body lying there. 

“I’m sorry baby. I should have known. I can feel how much your body aches,” he says sorrowfully, “please rest honey. We’ll be home in no time.”

You do as he says and by the time you wake up, you both are landing in Memphis. It was a short drive from the airport to Graceland and he held your hand the entire time in the back seat of his limo. It was cold this time of year and you could feel the cold from the windows of the car. 

You see a group of people waiting outside the gates of Graceland and they all scream and shout when they see the limo pull up. Elvis just smiles and waves at them, not stopping to sign any autographs. He looks worried at you as the car drives up the long winding driveway. The limo pulls to the side of the house and makes a gentle stop. Elvis helps you get out of the car, carefully picking you up, and carrying you inside. A few maids and cooks were waiting to greet him when he stepped through the doors, but their smiles soon faded into looks of concern when they saw you weak in his arms. 

“Can you please make some soup for her? And make sure no one comes into our room. Just leave the food at the door please,” he says gently. They nod their heads quickly and go to the kitchen. 

He takes you up the white staircase and leads you to the double doors of the master suite. It was low-lit, a lot like his suite in Vegas. Black and red tapestry hung in the room and gold fixtures hung on the wall. He places you down in the soft lush bed and quickly drapes a blanket over you. You look up at him and see how he wants to comfort you in some way but is too afraid of touching you. Your heart aches for him. You hated seeing how he 

“Are you comfortable honey?”

You nod your head at him and smile sweetly at him. Something about being here in his house was very comforting. The house felt very still and warm. You always expected his house to be lively and loud but based on how you’re feeling, he probably didn’t want that for you. 

There was a soft knock at the door and Elvis went to grab the food left at the door. He helped you eat some of the chicken soup and it did taste really good. You don’t remember eating much food in the hospital as your stomach was either nauseous or the food tasted awful and you refused to eat it. You eat a good portion of the soup now and look at him longingly. There was so much pain written across his face. You hated to see him like this, but you knew it was only because of what happened to you that he was feeling like this. You wish you could convince him that you’re okay and not going to perish by just one look. 

A heavy silence fills his room and he carefully picks up your hand to hold it. He places a gentle kiss on the top of it and sighs. 

“How do you feel baby?” 

“I’m okay,” you whisper. 

“You’ll get better every day, don’t you worry.”

You give him a reassuring smile, hoping that he is telling the truth. 

“Do you remember anything from that night baby? What was the last thing you remember?” He asks gently. 

You nod your head, “yes…. I remember Raphael biting me and the door burst open… that’s about it,” you say hoarsely. 

His face drops and he grows worried. You grow concerned and don’t understand why he’s giving this reaction. 

“Why? What happened?” You ask. 

He shakes his head at you and breathes in deeply. “I’ll tell you another day honey,” he says shortly. 

You sigh in protest, wanting to know what had happened. You hated when he tried to deflect from any problems you were facing. 

“Fine,” you say slowly getting out of bed. You’re able to walk fine but you feel aches and pains shot through your body, especially your neck. 

“Where do ya think you’re goin’?” He asks. 

“I’m just going to take a shower and get out of your way since you don’t want to talk to me.” You say shortly. 

“Honey, it’s not like that. I just don’t want to overwhelm you. Let me help you at least. You’re still pretty weak,” he advises, “let me draw a bath for you and help you. Please, honey, understand that this isn’t easy for me to see you like this.” 

You sigh, frustrated with everything but understand he’s only trying to help you. You felt bad he had to watch you in the hospital for those few days unable to do anything.

“Okay, I’m sorry for snapping at you,” you say softly. 

Elvis gets up off the bed and walks over to the bathroom, flipping the light switch on. You sit back down in the bed and wait for the tub to fill up and for Elvis to come back to get you. 

After a few moments, he emerges from the bathroom and helps you walk over. The cold marble made you shiver and hoped the bath water was warm enough to warm your shivering body. For the first time in days, you look at yourself in the reflection of the mirror. You had on an oversized T-shirt you didn’t recognize and some soft sweatpants. A large brown bandage was plastered across your neck as well as your wrists. 

You glance up at Elvis and watch where his gaze is drawn, how it stares lasers at your covered wounds. He can’t hide the fact that he was disgusted by the sight of the damage Raphael caused and spurts of anger were felt coming off of him. 

He carefully brushes your hair to one side of your shoulder and gently puts his hand on your arm. 

“We have to take off these bandages baby. I’ll be gentle and clean them for you,” he says sweetly. 

You nod your head and part of you doesn’t want to see them become uncovered. But you knew you had to face the reality of your situation sooner rather than later. His cold fingertips lightly graze your neck, giving you goosebumps. He carefully pulls the bandage off and you wince. You watch as he slowly reveals your wound to you, how it’s red and blue and ached terribly. You can see the perfect indentation of his teeth in your neck and how deep his fangs really went. You felt like crying, all of this was too overwhelming. But you tried to pull it together as you had other bandages left to uncover. 

You didn’t want to look at Elvis’ eyes and how hurt they must look. That would for sure make you crumble. He moves into your wrists, taking off those bandages but you decide not to look at them. You already saw how those looked at the house. 

“Okay baby, can you lift your arms so I can help you get out of this shirt?” He asks. 

“Yeah,” you say. 

He nods his head and takes off your shirt, then followed by your sweatpants. You look back at your body in the mirror and another bandage is on your chest, tummy, and one on the inside of your upper thigh. Your eyes shoot a panicked look at Elvis, not remembering how these happened. He doesn’t look at you right away, he is focused on removing them and trying not to hurt you. He kneels down on his knees and removes each one. This explains why it hurt so much on the plane when he pulled you in to lay next to you. 

Each bite mark looked worse than the last. You finally let out all the tears you were holding back. You push at his chest and turn your back to Elvis, gasping in between sobs. 

“Don’t look at me, please. I’m disgusting,” you whimper. 

“No baby, no that’s not true. You don’t need to hide from me. Come on, let’s get you in the tub,” he says softly. You feel him take your hand and lead you to the water. 

The water was perfect temperature and the warm water soothed your body instantly. You lay back and wince once your bite marks emerge in the water. The wounds burned and you had to take deep breaths to calm yourself down. 

He gently washes your hair, massaging your head and relieving some pent-up stress. He was being so tender with you. Not that you didn’t think he had that side, he had showed you that side of him a few times. But he was normally so dominant, so in control of everything, you loved this side of him and how he was treating you. 

He goes to get a clean wash cloth and lathers some soap on it. He was gentle as a feather as his hand washed your body, making sure not to make your wounds hurt more. You look down at the wash cloth and see red stains staring to appear on it. Little dribbles of blood started leaking out of your bite marks and you hold your breath. Your skin was so fragile that the slightest thing was opening the wounds again. You look up at him panicked, not wanting him to endure this torture. 

“Elvis, you don’t have to do this,” you whimper. 

He licks his bottom lip, eying the drop of blood falling down from your neck and down onto your breast in a slow teardrop. He takes a deep breath before wanting to speak, his eyes lighting up with hunger, and he swallows harshly. You don’t know when the last time he fed but you can only assume it was when he fed from you over a week ago. Your finger swipes up the blood and gathers it on your finger, slowly putting it to his lips. He grunts as you’re inches away from his mouth.

“No, baby, I’m okay,” he sighs, looking away from you. You take your other hand and place it on his chin, moving his face to look back in your direction.

“Taste it, baby,” you sigh. His dark eyes meet yours and he opens his mouth slightly, allowing your slender finger to enter his mouth. His lips close and you feel his tongue lick the pad of your finger and sigh deeply. He closes his eyes and swirls his tongue around your finger then pulls his head away. You couldn’t help but sigh when you watched him taste you, completely turned on just watching him getting to enjoy you.

He gently takes your hand and kisses the back of it, taking a deep breath of your scent.

“Thank you, you didn’t need to do any of that. I’m supposed to be the one taking care of you remember?” He says cheekily.

“I know, just thought why let it go to waste,” you say shyly. 

“You’re too good to me.” He says softly, rubbing your arms with the washcloth. You know it’s not easy for him though. No matter what control he might possess right now, he still wanted your blood an ungodly amount. He glides the washcloth across your breast, cleaning off the rest of the trickling blood that came out. You couldn’t imagine how hard this was for him to do, letting your blood go to waste and just wash it away. His face was well-controlled and very focused on not hurting you. You take a sharp breath in, feeling the pain that comes with him touching you like this. Your skin stung as he washed your body and only the sound of your breathing and the small water droplets falling off of you was heard.

“Can you stand up now baby? So I can wash your legs?” He asks.

You nod your head and grab onto his shoulder to maintain your balance. Nerves rushed through you as your naked body stood in front of him, battered and scarred. You felt more exposed than you had ever felt in your life. You didn’t want him to see you like this, especially when the marks were so evident on you. You could only imagine what was going on in his head as he got a closer look at them.

He drops the washcloth in the sudsy water, his fingers trembling as he runs them up along your leg and onto your thigh. 

“Oh God,” he mutters. You look down at the mark on your thigh and that one looks the worse. You didn’t need to look at it for long and it made you sick that they could do this to you. Elvis let out a pent-up sigh and you could tell he was angry. The more he inspected your contused figure, the more you could tell he couldn’t stand the sight of it.

You gently push his chin up to look at you, tears filling your eyes. “Honey, please don’t look too long. I can’t see you like this,” you plead. His jaw clenches and he grunts, not saying anything back.

He finishes washing your body without saying a word and quickly grabs you a towel and drapes it over your shoulders. He grabs a fluffy robe from behind the door and helps you in it. You walk back into the bedroom and crawl back into bed. The bite on your thigh made walking uncomfortable and sitting down even harder too. Every move you made opened the wound back up, causing blood to leak from it. You put pressure on it with your hand over the robe, naively thinking that will help the scent of you from lingering in the room. You look back at Elvis as you realize he didn’t follow you into the bedroom. He stands in the doorway of the bathroom, looking down at the floor sullenly.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

“Hmm?” You say confused.

“I’m sorry for all of this. You should have never had to go through this,” he sighs defeated, not looking in your direction.

Your emotions were on the brink of collapse and you wanted to cry again.

“Baby, please, come here,” you beg. He walks slowly to the bed and leaves space in between you two.

You grab at his wrist to make him look at you.

“This isn’t your doing, Elvis. You weren’t the one that hurt me. You’re not responsible for their actions,” you try to reason.

“I should have been there… I should have gotten to you sooner and got you out of there quicker. I’m so sorry honey please forgive me,” he pleads.

“You have nothing to be forgiven for. You haven’t done anything wrong,” You assure him by rubbing his hand gently, “But please, tell me how these other marks happened. I don’t remember them happening at all. I need to know.”

Elvis scoots closer to you and lets out a deep breath before speaking. He goes to reach out for your chest, lightly grazing your skin that’s showing from the robe. Your skin instantly gets goosebumps as he touches you. 

“When I got there… Raphael was biting your neck, making you scream in agony like I’ve never heard before. It was painful even for me to watch…I pulled him off of you and you hit the floor, your body weak and frail. That’s when some of his men came from upstairs and tried to get me away from him.”

“They held me back briefly, but it was enough time for him to get back to you and take another bite… right here,” he says as he touches your chest. You look down at his finger slightly shaking as he touches you.

“Then I broke free from their grasp, running to Raphael and pulling him off of you as quickly as I could. His teeth tore into your skin so badly though… I dragged him outside and… did what I had to do.” He says through his teeth. He looks back at you and falters his gaze instantly.

“By the time I got back inside, Daniel was feeding off of you… biting you here and here,” he says touching your tummy and then slowly trailing his hand down to the inside of your thigh, lifting the robe to expose the bite mark.

Your heart sinks, feeling disgusted Daniel ever touched you in the first place. 

“Oh God,” you whimper, tears filling your eyes again. You pull the blanket on the bed, covering your body to shield him from your bite marks. 

“They were all taken care of honey, they’ll never hurt you again.”

“Why? Why did they do this? They caused such damage,” you sniffle. 

He lets out a frustrated sigh, not liking to see you like this. 

“They weren’t good men honey. They always had ill intentions when it came to you. I might never really know why they fed so aggressively, but I have a feeling they did it out of pure spite. To show me that they got their way with feeding on you while I didn’t. That they chose to bite those particular places on you because… they knew I’d always see their marks in the most intimate of places on you.”

That felt like a punch in the gut. It made you sick and angry that they would ever dare think of such a thing.

“I’m sorry. Elvis, I’m so sorry. I tried to stop them, I really tried. They threatened me they were going to compel me to forget you. I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t have you taken away from me like that,” you sob uncontrollably. 

He quickly pulls you into his arms, soothing you through your cries and rubbing your head gently. 

“Baby, baby don’t be sorry. I understand. You had to make unthinkable decisions and I couldn’t imagine what that must have felt like,” he says gently, kissing the top of your head, taking a deep breath in of your scent. 

“It was awful, they were so mean to me. He told me, that having a Chosen wasn’t real. He said you were lying to me just to keep me to yourself.” You cry. He pulls his body away from you to look at you. 

“No, honey. No, he was lying to you. I’d never lie to you about something like that baby. You’re mine,” he says exasperated. 

You watch as his eyes start to turn dark, the pools of blue starting to bleed red. You pull your head away from him, scared of thirsty eyes in your face all the time these last few days. He winces, closes his eyes, and tries to gain back control. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to scare you. I’m just upset with what they did to you and what they told you,” he says frustratedly, getting up off the bed and taking a few deep breaths before looking over at you, “You still believe me don’t you? That we are meant for each other?” He says weakly. 

“Yes… I do,” you say softly, wiping the tears from your eyes. 

“Good,” he says, “I can’t live without you, baby. It nearly killed me to see you like that. I know we’re not fully bonded, but I… I could feel your pain. It hurt me so I couldn’t imagine how bad it felt for you, I’m just so sorry.” 

“I didn’t know that was possible…”

“I didn’t either. I was on stage that night you got taken and I sensed something was wrong, but I blamed it on my nerves. Then I felt this shooting pain in my wrist. I haven’t experienced an ounce of pain since I’ve gotten bit. That's when I knew, it had to be you that was in pain and in trouble. I lost it. I went on a blind rampage and was yelling for you, trying to see if I could pick up your scent.”

“But I couldn’t. I was too blind to notice they took you. They took you right in front of me and they laughed about it. I felt like an idiot,” he seethed.

“But you found me, that’s all that matters now. You can’t live replaying the past and torturing yourself over what you could have done. I’m here now baby. You saved me,” you say exasperated.

He gives you this look of doubt like there was more to this story he was keeping from you.

“What? What is it?” You ask.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. And you’re right. I have you now and that’s all that matters,” he says solemnly, shooting his eyes away from you as he speaks. He gets up off the bed and starts toward the door, giving him a confused look as he suddenly needs to go. 

“Wait, where are you going?” You ask. 

“I’m going to take care of some things downstairs. I’ll come and check on you in a bit, he says sweetly with a smile. 

“Okay, I-,” your brain freezes and your heart shudders in your ribcage.

I love you, your brain screams, wishing you had the courage to say it loud.

“I’ll call for you if I need anything,” you say with a convincing smile. He nods his head and leaves you alone in the cold, empty bed.

*

Elvis runs downstairs and heads into the bathroom and quickly shuts the door. He looks into the mirror and sees his blood-red eyes look back at him. 

You fucking pathetic, disgusting creature, he thinks looking in the mirror

Your woman is upstairs hurting and all you can think of is how good her blood tastes? Jesus, you’re vile. 

He was starving and having to be around your open wounds was torture. He hadn’t eaten for over a week and it was starting to get to him. That last time he fed was from you and that spoiled him. It made him want only your blood from now on, nothing else would do. 

He wanted you to feel better and get back to normal. But he couldn’t lie to himself… things were going to take a while to get back to normal. Not after everything you endured and what he wanted to do to you…

Stop no, it’s because you love her. You love her so irrevocably, you can’t live without her and that’s why you thought of doing that life-altering thing. You vowed you would give her the choice when the time came, he thinks. 

Elvis squeezes his eyes shut, blocking out those thoughts. He knew there was blood in his fridge and was going to have to drink it whether he liked it or not if he wanted to be around you while you were recouping. He lets out a soft groan and turns to go to the kitchen. There wasn’t anyone down here this late at night so he didn’t have to hide what he was about to do. 

He opens the fridge and pulls out a blood bag from the top shelf. Walking over to the sink, he cusses under his breath, wishing he could have an ounce of control when it came to blood. Even though you had only been in the house for less than an hour, your scent was everywhere and beckoning him to go back upstairs with you. He made all his men stay somewhere else tonight. He didn’t want them near you as your wounds were still healing and open with the temptation of your blood swirling in the air. All he wanted to do was nuzzle into the crook of your neck and breathe in the scent of you. He wanted to hear how melodious your heart sounded when you lay there sleeping. But even that seemed like it was too much for him. He would have to fight taking a taste of your blood that pooled underneath the surface of your bite marks. He curses at himself and angrily closes the fridge.

He held the bag in his hand and wasn’t patient enough to open the blood bag properly. No, he was so hungry and wanted any blood to satiate him for a little while and be able to go back upstairs with you. He felt his fangs emerge and he sunk them into the bag, greedily gulping down the blood. He squeezed it tightly, forcing more blood to flow into his mouth, and groaned. He couldn’t help but picture you now as he fed, wishing he was drinking from your perfect body.

It wasn’t the best, but it would have to do. This tasted like the most bland thing he’s ever had but at least it would calm his appetite. He sucks the last drop of blood out of the bag and throws the plastic bag in the trash. Going back to the sink to wipe his face clean, Elvis gruffly groans, upset at all the events that you’ve been put through lately. He wished he could fix them all and take your pain away. There was a way to… but he wouldn’t do that to you. 

Not yet. 

He knew this was part of his instincts he couldn’t control. If anything, it just further solidifies that you are in fact his Chosen. That every cell in his body screamed to make you his and protect you for life. 

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Getting sexually exploited by Rhaenyra is very Lancelot of Criston

In The Knight of the Cart (the OG Guinevre/Lancelot story, for more background see here) the knights bring no camping equipment with them on their quest. Every night they find a host to stay with. (I have no idea whether this was a real custom of travelers in a time where sacred hospitality was big, or whether this is merely a literary trope.)

On the second night of his quest, Lancelot stays with a woman who offers to host him — if and only if he has sex with her. She (like most minor characters in this story) is not named, but I will call her Horny Hostess for clarity.

Horny Hostess: Sire, my house is prepared for you, if you will accept my hospitality, but you shall find shelter there only on condition that you will lie with me; upon these terms I propose and make the offer. Lancelot: Damsel, I thank you for the offer of your house, and esteem it highly, but, if you please, I should be very sorry to lie with you. Horny Hostess: By my eyes, then I retract my offer. Lancelot: *he, since it is unavoidable, lets her have her way, though his heart grieves to give consent*

So they have dinner together, then Lancelot goes for a walk. He comes back to find another knight holding Horny Hostess naked and pinned to the bed. She shouts to Lancelot for help. He fights the man off. Then more men charge into the room, and Lancelot is preparing to fight them all, many-on-one. Then Horny Hostess claps her hands and dismisses them. They're her knights, and this whole thing was a farce staged to test Lancelot's character.

So now it's time for Horny Hostess and Lancelot to have sex. The narration really stresses and lingers upon the point that Lancelot does not want to do this. He is super uncomfortable about this. But he's already said he'll do it, and he can't back out now because he's really into the "I gave my word" variety of honor.

The damsel lay down first, but without removing her chemise. He had great trouble in removing his hose and in untying the knots. He sweated with the trouble of it all; yet, in the midst of all the trouble, his promise impels and drives him on. Is this then an actual force? Yes, virtually so; for he feels that he is in duty bound to take his place by the damsel's side. It is his promise that urges him and dictates his act. So he lies down at once, but like her, he does not remove his shirt. He takes good care not to touch her; and when he is in bed, he turns away from her as far as possible, and speaks not a word to her, like a monk to whom speech is forbidden. Not once does he look at her, nor show her any courtesy.

Then he waxes poetic in his head for a while about how he's a monogamous simp for Guinevere and not interested in anyone else.

And then Horny Hostess changes her mind:

The maiden clearly sees and knows that he dislikes her company and would gladly dispense with it, and that, having no desire to win her love, he would not attempt to woo her. So she said: "My lord, if you will not feel hurt, I will leave and return to bed in my own room, and you will be more comfortable. I do not believe that you are pleased with my company and society. Do not esteem me less if I tell you what I think. Now take your rest all night, for you have so well kept your promise that I have no right to make further request of you. So I commend you to God; and shall go away." Thereupon she arises: the knight does not object, but rather gladly lets her go, like one who is the devoted lover of some one else;

How would this whole exchange have been understood by the original audience (1100s French nobles)? I have no idea, I'm no medievalist. Just to guess, based on stereotypes here — take this with a bunch of salt — I would assume that the faked situation (a woman physically forced by a man) would be considered rape. Horny Hostess uses the phrase "he will wrong me before thy eyes" to describe it. I assume the real situation (a man interpersonally forced by a woman) would not be considered such. I doubt they'd have any words for it at all.

So I find it interesting — and heartening! — that even without the criminalizing language of today, the idea that "strong-arming a reluctant person into sex is not something you should do" is still obvious and intuitive! This is not contingent upon a contemporary sexual ethics worldview. You can start from somewhere else and still arrive at the conclusion that people ought not treat each other that way.

In conclusion:

Lancelot and Criston become the targets of sexual exploitation by women whose favor they logistically need.

There's some parallel to be drawn between Horny Hostess's fake rape test-of-character for Lancelot, and Rhaenyra turning to Criston after Daemon ditches her. Lancelot and Criston are perceived by the women as safe and biddable. This makes them ripe for exploitation.

The endings diverge. Horny Hostess backs out at the last minute, and this is the soft, everything-works-out-in-the-end version. Rhaenyra actually does it, and this is the harsh, everything-just-gets-worse-and-worse version, because that's the vibe of Planetos.

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max's top books of 2023 :3c

as usual, these rankings are based on some arcane mix of objective quality + my personal enjoyment (previous year's lists)

it was another weird reading year! i did a lot of reading for school, more so than in the past; some of it was really good and some of it was, uh. well, some of it was william wordsworth. nothing i absolutely loathed, though (most of the reads i disliked were books i could at least appreciate on an art/history level), which is cool. so i'm bringing back the runner-up category. did not make it onto my top ten list but were really good anyway: beartown by fredrik backman (books that no joke made me understand why people are insane about sports) and the GORGEOUS re-release of my dear @yvesdot 's debut, something's not right, which i have read before but will always gladly revisit again.

my top anticipated release for 2024 is alecto the ninth again.

(but shoutout also to just happy to be here, king cheer, and henry henry. trans people! shakespeare, even!)

and the list! in increasing order of enjoyment, with pictures this year!

10. The Common Liar by Janet Adelman

no, i can't believe i'm doing this either. i can't believe i did all that preamble and the first book on my list is an academic thesis analyzing shakespeare's antony and cleopatra. but also? it's the only book anyone ever needs to write about shakespeare's antony and cleopatra. janet adelman said it all. which is cool, because i have a fixation on that play, but also sucks, because i was also trying to write an essay on it and mine wasn't nearly as good. btw if anyone wants to buy this for me, somehow, for the $120 it costs on amazon because academia is awful, i will send you my address,

9. Robert Icke's Oresteia

i don't need to say anything about this play, because it's the source of "this was always going to happen. she's been dead since the beginning." that should be enough. but after becoming deranged about the oresteia last year, i finally read this, and holy shit, this adaptation of the story is so fucking genius and icke's writing is so fucking good. it's antiwar! it's about mental illness! there's gender! the fucking ENDING! (i have a pdf if anyone would like it. anything to plug this play bark bark bark rufrufruf grrrrrr)

8. Down Girl: the Logic of Misogyny by Kate Manne

this is a little bit cheating, because i haven't finished this book yet, so maybe in the final chapters manne will say something like "what if we blew up every orphan" and i'll have to retract this. but right now it's fucking excellent! i've been making an effort to read more nonfiction lately, and this one shines; manne sets out to analyze misogyny not as a personal hatred of women that some men harbor, but as an intricate and structural system forcing women into the role of Giving (attention, affection, power, etc; sometimes their lives). and it's sooooo smart. some of it is stuff i already know (and some of it is Academic Philosophy TM that goes right over my head), but manne articulates her point excellently and i can feel it rearranging my brain, so it's going on the list for longevity and skill!

7. Dictator by Robert Harris

does this book objectively deserve to be on this list? you know what, yeah. i'll say it with my whole chest. i don't like how harris writes women and there are plenty of things to pick at in his cicero trilogy, but i had so much goddamn fun reading it that i can't not put it on the list. this was my year of being really really into cicero, and this was fun to read alongside e-pistulae. harris is sooooo good at making ancient roman politics gripping. the last scenes of this book. augh. ack. ough!

6. Detransition Baby by Torrey Peters

there are a lot of valid critiques of this one (a lot of bad critiqus, too, but such is writing literally anything about transness), but i fucking adored it. i LOVE dual timelines, i LOVE unlikable characters, and i FUCKING LOVE TRANSSEXUALITY! moreover, i love that peters isn't afraid to Go There, to poke at the messy ugly sides of transness (and queerness in general) that i think a lot of us don't like acknowledging, especially to cishet people whose view of the community is already skewed. i don’t think this is the One Great Trans Novel; i think there are a lot of great trans novels, and we need more. but this one did hit me RIGHT in the chest, and i couldn't put it down.

5. Wrath Goddess Sing by Maya Deane

the iliad but achilles is a trans woman and she's fighting the war on both mortal and divine levels and she and helen have an insane homoerotic half-god rivalry and everybody is fucking crazy. pitched as "for fans of TSOA" but as i said in my review if TSOA is a pleasant but watery iced tea then this book is gasoline laced with crack. there is a bisexual transgender threesome. i fucking love women. book of the fucking summer

4. White Teeth by Zadie Smith

i probably enjoyed wrath goddess sing more, but i can't not rank this book highly on this list. this book is such a fucking masterpiece. it's tolstoy for the modern age. it's a sprawling multi-familial multi-cultural multi-generational epic about race and gender and religion and science and humanity and britishness. smith's prose is fucking amazing; her character work is even better; this book has no plot but it uses its length sooooooo well. the first zadie smith i've read, but by god there will be more. she wrote this at TWENTY-FIVE. that's fucking CRAZY. do you know how much control over your craft you have to have to write this at twenty-five. bonkers. it is also the only enjoyable book i read in my modern literature class, so shoutout to white teeth for keeping me sane,

3. The Secret to Superhuman Strength by Alison Bechdel

this book is ostensibly about bechdel's relationship with exercise. it is actually about bechdel's relationship with her own body, her own soul, her desire for individualism in the style of the transcendentalists, transcendentalism in general, mortality, and aging. i can't really tell you more than that because i didn't actually "read" this so much as i absorbed it through my skin like a frog while trying not to tremble like a little purse dog. i am not gonna lie man i did not have a very good. um. august. or september. or october november december. so this book really could not have come at a better time. alison bechdel i am obsessed with you

2. The Essential Dykes to Watch Out For by Alison Bechdel

ALISON BECHDEL I AM OBSESSED WITH YOU!!!! this one narrowly edges out secret to superhuman strength because... well, i'm sort of rating the entire comic strip's run, and dude. holy shit. i love lesbians so much. this strip is such an important piece of lesbian history; it reminded me that a lot of the things lesbians (and LGBT people in general) argue about and deal with today are... the same things we've always argued about and dealt with, from intracommunity label discourse to global politics to hitting on women badly. but history aside--it's also just really fucking good! it's really funny! if you are a neurotic leftist, as so many of us are, it's hysterical! it's smart! it's hot! it's heartwarming! i read it over the first half of the year, in little bits and pieces, and by the end i felt like i really had gone decades with these characters. really just. so good. the power she has the range she has

1. the suzanne collins reread

okay. this one is definitely cheating. because i usually like to keep this list to books i'm reading for the first time, and i HAVE read the hunger games and the underland chronicles. but i read them, like, almost ten years ago, and i was not prepared to be so thoroughly fucking bodied by them this time around, now that i have critical thinking and analysis skills. we all know the hunger games is a fucking banger, so let me pitch the gregor the overlander series: something of a modern alice in wonderland setup, where the eleven-year-old main character falls into an underground world full of strangeness, except this world isn't whimsical, it's dangerous and stuffed with giant talking animals like bats and rats and cockroaches. there's a war on. there are plagues. there are war crimes. there is a plotline that is extremely explicitly about ethnic cleansing. there is some of the most heartbreaking fucking shit you've ever read in your goddamn life. there is also a rat who quotes macbeth and the underlanders revere a guy named bartholomew of sandwich. this series is for middle schoolers. i cried. not when i was a middle schooler reading it the first time; i mean now. so i'm breaking my no-rereads rule, because it really would be a lie to say that my best reading experience wasn't revisiting all of collins' work with my friends (yes, i read TBSOS; i think it's fine but not great). sorry to give publicity to an author who definitely doesn't need my help, but a few years ago my #1 spot went to shakespeare, so.

if you've read this far: thank you! please tell me your thoughts! tell me your favorite books of 2023! tell me which books you're excited for in 2024! and have a very lovely new year :)

[midnight--rainn]

over in no time.

pairing: elliot x sunshine

summary:

"I'm whispering your name like I'm taking a vow, I need you when my heart rate races and pounds. I wish that I was somewhere I was safe and sound."

or

after elliot finally gets to sunshine, they think they're out of the woods. until brachium appears, with a solemn look on his face.

the balance has not been restored.

an: im bored and wanted to start posting fics on here so here you go! you can also find it on a03 under the username @midnight_rainn

"El?" Sunshine calls weakly, still trapped in their own hell that took the form of a car. They were trapped- had been since Blake pulled them into this hellscape. Sunshine was losing hope- very quickly. That was, until, an unexpected guest arrived.

A person, someone Sunshine didn't recognize. When they called Blake's name, however, they realized who they were. The horrified look on his face and theirs said it all. Blake had let Sunshine have a moment of reprieve to speak to the person, his lover, but soon, it turned into a screaming match. The person had tried to help Sunshine, to convince Blake that his actions were wrong, and if he let them go they could just go home together.

But, Blake couldn't. Because he knew what was going to happen, and he needed it to stop. Sunshine wasn't quite sure what had happened- still trapped in the car. They heard the yelling, and the fighting, but then it all stopped. There was a shrill gasp, and then nothing. Then, they heard it. The sobs, ripping through Blake's throat. They didn't have to see them to know what had happened. He killed them, whether accident or not. It was always going to be him. He could never save them from himself.

He sat there and cried for what felt like hours. Until Sunshine heard a noise. It was faint, barely even there, but they knew who it was. El. Their El. He had finally come. He didn't forget them after all.

"El?" They call again, feeling lightheaded from lying practically upside down the entire time. They hear footsteps briskly walking- then running to their location. "Sunshi-" He pauses, looking at Sunshine's state. "Oh god, I'm so sorry." He says over and over while he works to get Sunshine out. If Blake knew of Elliot's appearance, he wasn't doing anything about it. He just sat, his dead lover in his arms, dead to the world. 

When Sunshine finally feels the seatbelt retract they fall into Elliot's arms, he cradles them, runs his fingers through their hair. "I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner. We- we tried to get the department to help but they didn't do anything. I had to-" 

"It's okay, El. You're here now. We're here. We're free." Sunshine looks up at his face with a smile. He gives them a quick kiss on the forehead as he stands, letting Sunshine lean into him for stability. "Okay, I'm gonna take us back into the real world, we should be in my brother's car, he got us out." Elliot tells them, preparing to take them back to their lives. But, as he does, the ground begins to shake violently. He instinctively pulls Sunshine closer, he wasn't going to lose them ever again.

The ground shakes again, a huge crack forming down the middle of the land, heading towards them. They jump back, watching the car Sunshine was trapped in fall into the dark abyss that's appeared in front of them. "Holy shit. What- what's going on?" Sunshine fearfully asks as the couple keeps backing away. Sunshine again looks over at Blake, oblivious to everything that was going on. He was right on the edge of the abyss, about to fall in.

Sunshine fought the urge to call out to him, to tell him to get to safety. But they don't. Earlier today, he would've gladly watched them fall, laughing the entire time. They weren't going to try and "save" him, he obviously didn't want it. 

Then, the abyss begins to fill. At first, they can't tell what- until the familiar feeling returns to them. The one that determined everything for them, their future. They watch as the familiar black liquid begins to rise into the abyss, coming closer and closer to them until it stops, brimming at the top. The water is beginning to seep into the dreamscape, pooling at Elliot's shoes.

"Hello, little one. Elliot." A voice says, and they both immediately know who it is. Sunshine relaxes, knowing that it's just their dear friend, but Elliot tenses next to them. Why was he here? They were free, it didn't make sense. "Brachium. What- what's going on?" Sunshine asks, taking a step closer to him. He stands on the other side of the abyss, a good ten feet away from them. Why was he so far away? 

Brachium had a somber look on his face, different from his usual cadence. He looked- upset. His eyes, though black, looked dull. "I'm sorry. The balance- it is not completed. It is calling, and it needs an answer." 

"What the hell does that mean?" Elliot asks angrily, pulling Sunshine closer to his side. Whatever was happening was not good, for either of them. "When- when I saved you, little one, I disrupted the balance in our two worlds. It's calling. It's your time." Brachium tells them, holding out a hand sadly. No. Not after everything- I just got out. I can't die, not now. Sunshine thinks, tears brimming at their eyes. 

"No." Elliot shouts angrily. "No. They went through all of this bullshit, you're not taking them now." He's terrified, trying hard not to show it. He thought Brachium was their friend- he was supposed to help them, not kill them. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Any of it.

"It needs a life, Elliot. It will not rest until it has one. I- I cannot let you leave until the balance is fulfilled. I am sorry." Brachium looks sadly at the two of them, at how wrong everything has gone. It was all his fault, he was the one who had saved them all those years ago. Maybe if he hadn't- none of this would've happened. "So- I have to die?" Sunshine asks quietly, looking down at the ground.

Elliot shakes his head next to them, pulling them to arms length so he could look them in the eyes. "No. You are not dying. You're not. You can't." "I have to, El. There's no other way. He said we can't go- you can't go. It needs a life." Sunshine reasons, trying to pull away gently. They don't want to leave him- they never did. But if they had to, at least it would be to keep him safe. To keep him alive.

Again, Elliot shakes his head, this time in realization. "No. It needs a life. They didn't say which. Right?" Brachium nods. "So- so Blake. He can- he can jus-" Elliot points over at Blake, but to no avail. He's not there. Neither is his lover. "Where- where did he go?" Elliot asks, confused. 

"He is already with me. He made that choice the second he lost his loved one. But, you're right- it needs a life. Not a specific one. One from inside this scape." Brachium explains, looking over the edge, where Blake presumably fell. Maybe it's peaceful, on the other side. Maybe I'll like it there, Sunshine thinks to themself, stepping forward. "Okay." They say, preparing to step into the water.

Elliot grabs their arm, pulling them back. "No. No, I'm not gonna let you die today. It doesn't have to be you." Sunshine realizes what he means, shaking their head. "No- no. You are not going to die for me, El. I won't let you. I started this, I'm ending it." "No, he started it." Elliot accuses, venom in his voice. "You shouldn't have to suffer- to lose your life because of that." 

"You shouldn't have to either, El." Sunshine says quietly, as he pulls them into his chest, resting his head on top of theirs. "I know. But one of us has to. And it's not going to be you." Elliot cups their face in his hands, tracing their features, knowing he won't see them ever again. "Elliot- please." Their voice breaks, as he leans in for a kiss. Their last, no doubt. 

Sunshine savors it for as long as they can, memorizing every feeling, every little thing about him. They know what they have to do. They're not going to let him take the fall. They stood closer to the river, taking a step back, and then running to the edge, preparing to throw themselves off. Elliot quickly runs after them, shouting something as he grabs them and pulls them back. They fight each other, until Elliot hears a crack under his feet, breaking under the couple's weight. He slips, beginning to fall, but before he does, Sunshine grabs his hand, the only thing stopping him from the end.

"No. NO!" Sunshine yells, desperately trying to drag him back up to solid ground. Elliot already has tears brimming at his eyes, a somber smile on his face. "Please, El. I c- I can't do this alone. I need you. I love you." They tell him, both of their hands now clutching Elliot's. They know he's too heavy, that they won't be able to pull him over- but they try. "I know. And it's okay. I'll be okay, you'll be okay. I love you, my Sunshine." Sunshine shakes their head, their grip slipping on Elliot's hand. For a moment, they just look at him. Hanging over death itself, with seemingly no fear.

They realize then that it's because he's doing it for them. He would do anything for them. That was the best and worst thing they'd ever heard. "I love you." Elliot repeats, letting go of Sunshine's hands. He falls, landing in the river without a splash. They wait for him to come back up, but he doesn't. It's silent again. They couldn't scream, they couldn't jump in after him, they just watched. 

The river went on. Whether Elliot was alive or not.

[cbairdash]

Author’s note: Hoist the Colors may eventually inspire fiction. Most likely will and I’ll gladly write it. But right now, it’s a role-playing game setting with what I hope is an interesting take and look at an “Alternate History” of Earth. It isn’t really “steampunk”, though I can see how someone would get that impression. For me, it’s more a “flintlock fantasy” set on Earth of 1722 in all it’s historical mess… that I’ve stirred up even more!

So, with that said, lets get into another Creature Feature! This one is a bit different, but should give players a good challenge!

Thesaurus Crab

At first, it’s an eerie rustle of pages without any wind. Then comes the scuttling steps. After that? All you see is a swarm of books spilling off a shelf with far too many teeth. It’s a bookworm’s nightmare made real… - Professor Helia Gramwell, Zoologist for the Royal Institute of Otherworld Studies

In the wake of Crossing’s Fall, countless new creatures appeared around the world. Both large and small, they resembled ancient myths and more than a few nightmares. Then there were a strange few that refugees from Otherworld barely knew anything about. This didn’t make them any less real.

Deadly in their own right, being practically unknown made them far more dangerous. One of these misshapen monsters is the Thesaurus Crab.

Under the Shell

This crab is a bizarre blend of fungus and animal with rumors of a mystic origin. From the outside, they appear to be no different from perhaps a Dungeness crab, save for a circle of white bumps along their back. But this is just a disguise.

Unlike a normal crab, the shell of a Thesaurus Crab is leathery and slightly soft. This gives it some protection, but not the same as an actual shell. So, to combat this, a Thesaurus Crab will use an old book as a shell. They burrow inside a volume, eating away at ink and paper until they carve a space for themselves. After that, the crab uses a mushroom-like root system to attach to the book itself. Literally making itself part of the tome.

These types of crabs have six legs like their distant cousins and are covered with natural armored plate. Here on the legs, this armor is a hard shell, like any other crab. A Thesaurus Crab also has four retractable arms, all with sharp pincher claws. These four claws are serrated, which they use for defense or to catch a quick meal of fish, eel, or bird. All together, it’s a deadly combination packed into a creature no larger than seven inches across, four pounds in weight, living up to ten years.

Last of all, Thesaurus Crabs do have teeth. These aren’t in their stomach like a normal crab, but in their mouth. A Thesaurus Crab’s teeth form in multiple rows, like found in a shark, with each tooth having a noticeable point. If a crab loses one of those teeth, another one folds out fully formed, ready to fill the gap.

Beyond books and unique appendages, Thesaurus Crabs come in both a freshwater and saltwater variety. Freshwater are often a blue-white color, while their saltwater cousins are a mix of orange, red, and white. Besides color, all other parts of these crabs remain the same.

For the rest about Thesaurus Crabs in Hoist the Colors, see the link above!

Taglist: @thelaughingstag

[crownedtargaryen]

tldr: MIRI HAS MY HEART SO CONFUSED BUT I LOVE THIS SO MUCH 😭😭🤍

Bran couldn't care less. He just wanted to learn archery and not much more.

WELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD BRAN IM GONNA RIZZ UR ASS UP.

hell even Arya were dressed up.

damn we’re IMPORTANT. 🤭

“Hi! My name is,” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he walked away. “Y/N.” You were confused as to why he suddenly walked away. You were only trying to be nice.

you better cherish ur ability to walk you little meanie /j (i love him so much 🥹)

“Don’t pay him any attention Y/N, my name is Sansa! Come, you can sit next to me at dinner.” She joined your guy’s arms and walked with you to where you would be staying at.

MY WIFE I LOVE HER SOBS

“Thank you Duncas,” Ned cleared his throat before he said the words that ruined it all for Bran.

DUNCAS IS SUCH A FUNNY NAME IDK WHY

Bran felt like he was going to puke. He didn’t want to marry anyone and why them?! They weren’t special or anything, so he sulked and pouted the entirety of the dinner.

I AM WONDERFUL PLEASE BRAN 🥹🥹 HHH I SWEAR

Bran wasn’t that bad looking. Wink wink

me and him kiss fr he’s so 🤭🤭🤭🤍🤍 heart flutters

It seemed like Sansa was more excited than your future husband.

she’s so cute stop it rn.

He was a CUNT. Always ignoring you, making snide remarks about your looks or manners. “No Y/N, I don’t know how you do it down south but we don’t do that here in the North.” He would always make you feel insecure, like you didn’t belong there.

eats him alive U BRAT GRAAAH LET ME LIVE BRAN. GO FALL OFF A TOWER OR SUM ALREADY

Bran wasn’t the best with women and he didn’t despise you contrary what you might believe. He just didn’t really express him self that good. Alright, he was just shit at communicating and thought it would be better to just make you stay away. :)

I RETRACT MY PREVIOUS STATEMENT I LOVE YOU BRAN IM SORRYYYY 🥹🥹🤍🤍

The Queen and her son Tommen would come to visit Winterfell. You were very excited because you never met them before and heard great stories about the future king.

screams cries throws up YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE TOMMEN, MIRI. 😭😭😭

Bran scoffed a bit and replied snarkier than he intended “Pff well I am good with bow and arrow as well you know?”

YES YOU ARE BABY YES YOU ARE. UR SO GOOD AT ARCHERY. I LOVE U. 🥹❕❕

Could it be possible that he didn’t want to lose you?

“Hello Bran, very nice to see you again. But who is this beautiful person next to you? Excuse me, but I never had the pleasure to mee you I think.” Tommen extended his hand which you gladly accepted, and he planted a gentle kiss on top of your hand.

I. LOVE. TOMMEN. HEART DANCING GIGGLING SO HARD.

You were placed directly between them, how awkward.

HOW DOES IT FEEL. HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM.

Oh my god she acknowledged you.

Y/N rn

Next to speak was Tommen. “Reading and horseback riding? So many talents in one person, I imagine that the Gods decided to not divide it evenly and that someone missed out.” He said while clearly looking at Bran with the last statement.

MIRI YOU ARE KILLING ME. IM SO EEEEE

You replied back sweetly, but speaking to Bran caused you to turn your back to Tommen which he didn’t really appreciate so he spoke again.

the tension oh my god i love this

Bran grew anxious, if you said no he would be fucked and lose the person he loved.The queen would probably suggest you coming along with her and then marry the prince. Wait hold on did he just think that he loves you? Nono that must be a mistake right? I don’t love Y/N, or do I?

HE LOOOOVES ME OMG IM SMILING SO HARD ARGH

“That’s good to hear. Tommen my dear, is everything okay? You look a bit pale.” All of your eyes went over to Tommen who indeed looked paler than normal, probably hoping you weren’t happy. You knew how Tommen must feel and pitied him a bit

TOMMEN… ITS OKAY WE CAN THRUPLE I SWEAR 🥹🥹❕❕😭😭

Not sure your opinions on Bran Stark, but maybe him falling in love with the reader while they’re assorted into an arranged marriage? He grows jealous and decides he needs to keep you in Winterfell with him, so he does everything he can to make you his despite your oath of marriage to maybe a Lannister?

Or just any Bran Stark x Reader content, I love that man so much 🤭🤭

Yesss darling!! Baby I think I made it GN but if you catched a gender thingy let me know!

Summary: Bran didn’t like Y/N at first, so when their parents announced they were to be betrothed he refused. That hurts. But then Tommen came and he disliked that even more. He would show you that he is better than that bastard.

A/N: I do not follow the original storyline cause yeah no. We don’t do that here on this blog. Also fuck their winters and shit. In this story it’s just all 4 seasons in 1 year. And your house is Greenfield a (non-existing) house which is south of Winterfell and often associated with the Vale and shit.

It’s sort of very long headcanons :)

Tag list: @crownedtargaryen

Let me know if you want to be added babes

It was the summer of Bran’s thirteenth birthday, when they got the news. The Greenfield’s were coming to visit and they were bringing their child Y/N Greenfield. They were often talked about, how they would grow up to become one of the prettiest people alive. Bran couldn't care less. He just wanted to learn archery and not much more.

When the Greenfields arrived his whole family was running around making sure that everything looks perfect. "Robb, can we train this afternoon?" "Bran, we do not have the time for training, we need to prepare. Do something useful and go help father or something.” Stupid Greenfields, now they’ve ruined his weekly training session with Robb, what else are they going to ruin? On his way to his father he ran into his mother Catelyn. “Bran! What are you still doing in these clothes?! Go and put on sometching more formal! Don’t just stand here, GO!” His mother looked very nervous and it almost seemed like this visit would determine their fate as a house.

Deciding not to push the buttons of his mother even more he complied, and asked a servant to bring him some formal clothes. (You didn’t think he would do that himself now did you??). Once it was on his bed he begrudgingly put it on, already feeling as if he doesn’t really like the Greenfields one bit.

He begrudgingly went downstairs to meet with his parents. His parents, Robb, Sansa, Rickon,his adopted brother Jon and hell even Arya were dressed up. They all wore their best clothes for the visit

They all waited for the carriage to enter the gates of Winterfell and they didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes after everything gathered a carriage came into view. It was decorated with beautiful green ornaments and golden leaves on the sides.

Your father, mother and your 2 older brothers left the carriage before you and as last but definitely not least you.

“My lord stark, may I present to you. My eldest : Tobas, my second eldest: Darron. And my youngest : Y/N.” Your father spoke

“It’s a pleasure to meet you guys, really! Come on in! Let the kids get to know each other, they’ll be spending lots of time together in the future so…..” Ned spoke the last part quietly not wanting to reveal anything yet.

You stood there swaying on your feet until you spotted Bran, he looked around your age so you approached him, wanting to seem nice.

“Hi! My name is,” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he walked away. “Y/N.” You were confused as to why he suddenly walked away. You were only trying to be nice.

“Don’t pay him any attention Y/N, my name is Sansa! Come, you can sit next to me at dinner.” She joined your guy’s arms and walked with you to where you would be staying at.

Ned and your father had made plans to unite your houses when you were born. Tobas and Darron were too old to be wedded to either Sansa or god forbid Arya. But you, you were the perfect age and being born only a few months after Bran? It was a miracle.

At the dinner the announcement was made and my god was it an experience

“Ned, thank you so much for hosting this amazing dinner for us. We couldn’t be more honoured and I believe that as a host you should be the one to announce it.”

“Thank you Duncas,” Ned cleared his throat before he said the words that ruined it all for Bran. “The Starks and Greenfields will be united through a marriage. Bran and Y/N are destined to be wedded as soon as Y/N turns eighteen. Until then they will spend much time together. Let’s all celebrate this alliance!”

Bran felt like he was going to puke. He didn’t want to marry anyone and why them?! They weren’t special or anything, so he sulked and pouted the entirety of the dinner.

You on the other hand already had a feeling when your father announced that you would be visiting Winterfell. You knew that it would be good for your family and Winterfell would be an important ally. Besides Bran wasn’t that bad looking. Wink wink

“Do you hear this Y/N?! We’ll be sisters!” It seemed like Sansa was more excited than your future husband. This was off to a great start.

Over the span of the following 5 years, Bran would be 18 and you would turn 18 later that year, you were forced to spend a lot of time together. Sansa had already accepted you as her sister and you really liked her. Bran on the other hand…..

He was a CUNT. Always ignoring you, making snide remarks about your looks or manners. “No Y/N, I don’t know how you do it down south but we don’t do that here in the North.” He would always make you feel insecure, like you didn’t belong there.

Bran wasn’t the best with women and he didn’t despise you contrary what you might believe. He just didn’t really express him self that good. Alright, he was just shit at communicating and thought it would be better to just make you stay away. :)

You practically lived in Winterfell and the Starks would be receiving some royal visitors. The Queen and her son Tommen would come to visit Winterfell. You were very excited because you never met them before and heard great stories about the future king.

“Sansa! Imagine that the prince would like one of us? Then we’d become the next queen! Isn’t that just a dream?” That is what Bran overheard when he was walking around the place.

“Do you think he could end your betrothal to my brother? If he does, promise me you will remember me!” “Sansa, I will never ever forget you!”

Next day at dinner he decided to do a teeny tiny bit of questioning, did you really like the prince? Were you so desperate to get away from him?

“So Y/N, excited for the visit of the prince?” He gave you a sweet angelic look

“Yeah! I’ve heard great stories about him. Did you hear that he is great at archery and sword fighting?! Like that’s so cool!”

Bran scoffed a bit and replied snarkier than he intended “Pff well I am good with bow and arrow as well you know?”

The day of the visit

You were practically running around, trying to look your absolute best for the prince. You were very intrigued by all the stories you heard the people tell.

“Children, please come to the courtyard, they are arriving!” You could hear Ned’s voice coming from downstairs. With a last glance at the mirror, and deciding you looked amazing as usual you went downstairs.

You took your spot next to your husband to be, who looked extremely happy to see you as he always does haha not. “Good morning Bran! Excited for the visit?” You almost shined with excitement. “Cant wait.” Bran first wanted to cancel the betrothal by making you and the prince a thing. But now as he heard you speak about the prince already without ever seeing him, and now seeing you radiating with energy he started to doubt his intentions.

Could it be possible that he didn’t want to lose you?

Well no time to think about it, Tommen is leaving the carriage and approaching him and you.

“Hello Bran, very nice to see you again. But who is this beautiful person next to you? Excuse me, but I never had the pleasure to mee you I think.” Tommen extended his hand which you gladly accepted, and he planted a gentle kiss on top of your hand.

“Your grace, my name is Y/N of the house Greenfield.” You were delighted that the prince even spoke to you.

“Ah the youngest of the Greenfields, I’ve heard stories about how you are considered one of the prettiest people alive. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Alright Bran was getting more annoyed by the second now, so the little devil he is decided to meddle a bit.

“I’m so lucky to have Y/N as my betrothed,” Bran wrapped his hands around you which took you by surprise. “I really have to thank my father for that.”

“Ah so you are the man lucky enough to be the betrothed of the prettiest person? Well consider yourself lucky Bran, I know a lot of people who would think not twice before offering their hand.”

“Yeah….. Very lucky indeed.” With that the Prince left to enter the castle and settle into a room.

“Alright what the fuck was that Bran?” you hissed at him.

“Whaaattttt? Can’t I appreciate my future wife?” He replied as if he had done nothing wrong.

“Well you didn’t do anything of the sorts the past 5 years so it’s a bit suspicious don’t you think?!”

You tried to walk away but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back in. “I meant what I said just now. Thought you should know.”

With that the future lord of Winterfell left you there standing alone in the middle of the courtyard. Very confused and stunned

You never truly disliked Bran but it seemed he did for a while. So where was this coming from?

“Y/N can you help me with my hair?” That was Sansa shouting at you from the window.

“I’m coming!”

The dinner disaster

What is it with people and placing people where they do not want to be?

On the head of the table was Ned, on his left side were Cathelyn, Arya, Sansa and Robb. On the other head was Cersei. To Ned’s right were Bran, you and then Tommen.

You were placed directly between them, how awkward.

“So Y/N, what do you enjoy doing these days here in Winterfell? I can imagine that it is very different than in the Vale.” The queen spoke to you. Oh my god she acknowledged you.

“Well you highness, even though it is indeed very different from the Vale I don’t think it are bad differences. The main one I had to adapt to is that it’s a bit colder. But as to what I enjoy doing, I really like to ride my horse in the woods. I enjoy reading in our library and recently I have followed some lessons alongside Sansa and Arya in stitching. Although I don’t know if that’s my thing or if it’s too “girly” for me.”

Next to speak was Tommen. “Reading and horseback riding? So many talents in one person, I imagine that the Gods decided to not divide it evenly and that someone missed out.” He said while clearly looking at Bran with the last statement.

Bran deciding to try to ignore Tommen as much as possible spoke to you in such a kind voice you thought he was a different person. “Y/N, what did you read as last again? I remember being very intrigued by it and I would like to read it as well.”

“Oh well, it was something called The history of the Throne. It was very interesting, the stories went back to almost the beginning of the Targaryen dynasty. It also described the dance of the dragons and all that drama in great detail!” You replied back sweetly, but speaking to Bran caused you to turn your back to Tommen which he didn’t really appreciate so he spoke again.

“Aha speaking about the dance of the dragons, do you like them? And who do you think was the rightful heir to the throne?”

So you turned around again now facing Tommen. “Do I like dragons? Who in their right mind doesn’t? The rightful heir, that a very difficult question. I fully understand Rhaenyra, buuuuutt I also understand where Alicent came from. She just thought that Viserys meant their son Aegon and from that point it all became very very confusing.” Tommen was smiling at the attention, Bran however was not.

Before he had the chance to speak the Queen spoke up and you were relieved to hear someone else speak for a while. You weren’t really listening so you were surprised when you heard your name being called by her. “Y/N, darling did you hear me?” “Sorry my Queen I was a bit distracted, could you repeat it for me please?” “I asked you if you like it here in Winterfell and if you look forward to your marriage with Bran?”

Bran grew anxious, if you said no he would be fucked and lose the person he loved.The queen would probably suggest you coming along with her and then marry the prince. Wait hold on did he just think that he loves you? Nono that must be a mistake right? I don’t love Y/N, or do I?

You noticed Bran spacing out and gently placed your hand on top of his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. This seemed to bring him back and he looked a bit surprised at you.

“My queen I can assure you that I’m really enjoying Winterfell and I coudnt be more excited for the wedding.” This seemed to shock almost everyone at the table, including Ned and Catelyn. Who tried on numerous occasions to change their sons mind.

“That’s good to hear. Tommen my dear, is everything okay? You look a bit pale.” All of your eyes went over to Tommen who indeed looked paler than normal, probably hoping you weren’t happy. You knew how Tommen must feel and pitied him a bit, so you leaned in close to him and whispered “I know a woman who would be lucky to meet you my prince, she is prettier than I am. Her name is Margaery Tyrell.”

Tommen instantly felt a lot better and couldn’t wait to leave Winterfell all of a sudden.

You and Bran? You guys got married the week after you turned 18, he is your little grumpy man.

[kodaiki]

꒰ WHEN HE'S CLOSE TO LOSING YOU ꒱

↳ note ⨾ ouch.... requested by anon! <3 ↳ genre ⨾ angst ↳ warning ⨾ yelling, the boys are mean >:(, mentions of clingines, insecurity and jealousy ↳ feat. iwaizumi, sakusa & tsukishima

ʚ IWAIZUMI ɞ

you can't even recall how the argument began in the first place. was it because the home was in disarray when the two of you returned from work? was it the full sink of dirty dishes? was it the fact that you hadn't seen your boyfriend for what felt like weeks? sure, you slept in the same bed and shared a bathroom in the mornings but beyond that, you can't recall the last time you spent quality time with iwaizumi.

so, what you thought would've been an easy confrontation about the issue, maybe ending with a sweet kiss to your lips and promise to try and get more time off, turns out becoming a full blown argument.

"i can't just ask for more time off, y/n," iwaizumi yells, glaring at the disapproving expression on your face. "it's not like i can waltz up to my boss and ask to work remotely some days like you."

"like me? i was offered the position!" you quickly refute, huffing in annoyance that he brought that up as an argument. it wasn't your doing that you purposefully asked to be able to work from home; the opportunity presented itself to you and you gladly accepted it.

you thought it'd make things easier! you wouldn't have to take transportation every single day, nor return home late so often that basic household chores could be left undone.

you made sure to stay on top of your chores since you had the time to. but of course, time wasn't always on your side. even being home some days; work piled up and you were unable to do much around the house.

regardless, that's not the reason for this argument.

"i'm just asking to see you more! is that really so much to ask for?"

iwaizumi scoffs, briefly looking away from you. "well, here i am!" he announces obnoxiously, "is that enough for you?"

your lips part in slight shock at his sarcastic tone; never did he use such a tone with you. but you're quick to blow a raspberry and cross your arms. "very funny."

"i'm not try'na be! it's not my fault you're so goddamn clingy. it's not my fault i don't need your undivided attention like you do me! i'm my own person, learn to be your own!"

there's a beat that passes after iwaizumi's verbal assault to your character. you frown, resolve crumbling as you soak in what he said.

clingy? learn to be your own?

"y'know," you start softly, shoulders drooping in defeat. “if you’re trying to get me to fall out of love with you, you’re doing a great job."

iwaizumi snaps his gaze to you, finally registering what he had so impulsively yelled at you. but he can't face you anymore; because you've turned away from him.

"y/n-"

"i'm gonna stay at makki's tonight," you cut him off curtly. "enjoy your alone time."

the last words sting iwaizumi, making him wince. before he can say anything else though, you're out the front door of your shared apartment, closed behind you with a firm slam.

ʚ SAKUSA ɞ

"i don't want to be hidden anymore!" you say, spinning on your heel to face sakusa who's pinching the spot between his brows with his forefinger and thumb. "it's been months since we started dating, shouldn't the media be allowed to know now?"

"no," he grits firmly. "and we've already talked about this, y/n. i remember you fully agreeing to the terms that we'd have to be a private couple."

"i didn't know it'd have to be forever!"

sakusa scoffs, "forever. it's not."

"sure seems like it to me," you mutter. "every time i bring it up, you shut me right down."

"it's work. my managers say-"

"what about you? do you even care that i'm left in the dark? aren't you hurt by it?"

"hurt by what?" he asks blankly, retracting his hand from his face to look at you.

you can't help but scoff. "i go to every single one of your games, sit in the stands like any other fan and i'm not able to hug and kiss my boyfriend a game well done when he's finished. i can't be openly proud of him in front of people, i can't interact with him on social media, god, i can't even post pictures of us!"

"that was all part of the deal, y/n."

you go on anyway. "no one even knows you're in a relationship! it'd make sense if you at least told people you were seeing someone so they wouldn't be left to wonder. there wouldn't be so many 'sightings' of you and random women claiming you could be seeing them-"

"that's what this is about? other women?"

"no!" you quickly deny. "it's part of it, sure, but it's not the main reason! i want to be able to go out without disguises-"

"no, you're just jealous!" sakusa stands from the kitchen counter he was leaning against, looking a little condescendingly amused at you. "god, y/n, really?"

"i'm not jealous."

"bullshit," he answers. "you can't stand the fact that i have to associate with other people, some including women, because i have to. so you're lashing out. you're being a jealous, possessive girlfriend. it's embarrassing, really."

"do you want me to break up with you? is that what's happening? throwing out these assumptions that just aren't true until i get fed up, hm?"

the word breakup seems to break sakusa out of his original focus. "what?"

"that's it, right? you don't wanna be seen with me. so you're trying to get me to stop loving you. well, don't worry, kiyoomi, you're on the right track."

ʚ TSUKISHIMA ɞ

“you need to communicate with me better, kei. i was worried!” you chastise, pulling sweater closer to your body as your boyfriend enters the apartment, taking off his rain soaked shoes.

it’d been pouring all day and tsukishima had arrived later than he got off from the museum. obviously, after no reply to your texts, you assumed the worst. did he lose his phone? get in an accident?

“i’m fine, y/n,” he murmurs will shrugging off his jacket. he’s tired if he’s being honest. all he wants to do is collapse on his bed and pass out until the nextx day.

“i can see that now,” you sigh, feeling your heart rate slow back to a normal pace. “did you eat? how was the commute?”

“yes, and it was fine,” he grumbles out.

“what’s wrong, are you okay?” you ask, noticing the deep furrow of his brows.

“no,” he finally huffs out, dropping his shoulders. “i’m tired and you’re busy interrogating me!” 

“i’m not interrogating you! i was just worried because you weren’t answering my texts.” to be fair, you texted him a total of five times throughout the day; the first was to wish him a good day at work, the second asked if he’d eaten, and the last three were the result of him not answering when he was usually supposed to be home.

“sure sounds like it.”

“i just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“or do you just need to know what i’m doing every waking moment so you don’t feel left out or insecure?”

“what?”

“i can assure you, y/n, i’m fine, you really don’t need to check in,” he sighs, turning to walk into your shared bedroom, hoping that was the end of the conversation.

“you think i’m insecure?” your voice is just above a whisper, eyebrows now creased from frustrated to a soft sadness.

tsukishima turns around to face you and shrugs. “a little bit.”

“i’m not worried about you because i’m insecure,” you snap. “now it’s obvious you wouldn’t do the same for me, so thanks for that kei. god, it’s like you’re purposefully pushing me away. if you want me to fall out of love with you, just spit it out.”

[thereforepizza]



Edited and reposted here!

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 When y/n is injured, they try to hide the severity of it, causing the boys to panic when it’s worse than they realized.

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 None. Implied attraction to Hunter because, well, he’s hot.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤/𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤 major injury/nausea/passing out. Doctor Tech. Comforting Wrecker. Sassy Crosshair. Concerned Hunter. You know—the necessities of a hurt/comfort oneshot.

if there’s anything else y’all see that needs tagged, please lmk and I’ll gladly tag it here !

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Consciousness hit you subtly and you groaned, setting both feet on the floor. You rubbed your eyes. Yesterday was one that you didn't want to remember, yet it came back to you in an instant. The darkness. A sleepy sigh. You made your body stand, though each sore, aching muscle protested.  One step and your right leg gave out, taunting the memory of your fall. Your throat loosed a whimper. Fumbling, you got up. A hand found the far wall so your face wouldn't have to greet the floor again.

You caught your breath, wincing as you moved. Stubbornness made you try again without a gentle touch. You needed to get used to the pain. This attempt to stand on two feet left you weak and defeated. It also sent a familiar nausea your way.

Yesterday, when you'd been hurt, you instantly lost the contents of your stomach. This struck the entire squad by surprise as you possessed a stomach of steel. Nothing could make you vomit. They brought you back to the ship and you passed out the moment your head hit the pillow of the lowest bunk. It wasn't your bunk, but they didn't want to fight you trying to climb. The last thing you remembered was seeing the look of concern in Tech's eyes your focus waned.

Supressing the urge to cry out, you limped through the shuttle. Each and every step made you sicker. Your fists were balled at your sides. Pride encouraged the poker face you plastered on as you went into the cockpit. They didn't need to see you parade such a weak state. 

“That's the thing, Hunter. We'll be out of supplies in..." Tech trailed off, squinting at the newly arrived form. You nodded a greeting and found a seat, uncomfortably aware of the four sets of eyes on you.

"Go on,"

“You should be resting," he stated.

"I'm not running, am I?"

He frowned at you, then at his beloved data pad. "We'll be out of supplies in two weeks. It's time we stop back by Kamino to restock."

"How long has it been?" Hunter muttered, giving you a glance.

"Based on each solar—"

"A long time," you hummed. You leaned forward on your elbows, but quickly retracted, finding a sensitive bruise on one elbow. "I'd estimate two and a half months."

Tech paused, gears at work behind his goggles, "You're almost correct. Two months and nineteen days. How'd you know that?"

A shrug and tilt of your head, "I have a good internal clock."

"My internal clock says we've been gone for forever!" Wrecker exclaimed. "I almost lost track of how many successful missions we've done."

Your fingertips graced the fresh bruise on your arm as you released your mind.

The blast hit the hut you’d stood atop as you rained hell on the droids around you. It was a misfire from a destroyed cannon, but it did its job. You awoke when Wrecker lifted a stone from you. When you stood, the world did not. You swore at Tech and threatened to shoot him when he tried to look over you for injuries. They rushed you back, and all you could think was a wistful, ‘don’t tell me I actually got hurt.’

"How are you feeling, Y/N?"

"Huh?" You looked at Hunter.

"You didn't hear any of what we just said, did you?"

Your frown traveled from Hunter to take in each of the boys. They shared the same expression: concern.

"I was thinking," 

"I don't want to alarm you," Tech began, and he looked at Hunter for permission to go on.

"You look almost dead. I've never seen you that pale," Crosshair piped in. His serious tone made your heart drop. 

Your trademark tough shell shifted, "Wh—what?"

"Are you feeling alright?" Hunter got to his feet and closed the distance baring a frown. "Be honest. This could be serious."

"I'm fine, Sarge,"

“I want to examine you," Tech said, "Crosshair, you can take over the controls—but be gentle!"

"Right, because I'd love nothing more than to crash the ship," he rolled his eyes. 

An extended hand sealed your scattered mind and you glanced up at Hunter. "Where we going?"

"To the bunks. Tech wants to examine you."

"I heard that," you grumbled, standing up.

The next thing you saw was the bottom of the next bunk above you. Inhaling sharply, head foggy, you took in the room. Hunter leaned against the wall, arms folded, scowl engrained in the skull adorning his face as he studied the floor. At least the nausea was gone.

You motioned to swing your feet over the edge of the bed when Hunter whispered, "Stay there, Y/N." 

He'd passed over to the bunk and pushed your feet back to the middle of the bunk before your mind caught up. The wealthy of Coruscant were likely more aware of their surroundings than you. You bid yourself close your eyes, and darkness greeted you again with far less abrupt arms.

You stirred at the sound of two distant voices. 

“They’ll need to rest up for a few more days, but we can't wait to set it for much longer."

"Do you know how to do that?"

A beat.

“I'll learn."

"Then do it. I reckon you'll need more area-specific anesthetics? I can go into town to get them."

"No need. The ones from the med-kit onboard should suffice."

A sigh.

"Please don't get this wrong, Tech. We need them to be okay." 

"They will be. Don't worry."

His gentle hand shook your shoulder and you drew a breath, slowly coming awake. Your first thought revolved around the time. How long had you been asleep? That you couldn't call a single number worried you. 

"Good morning, Y/N," Hunter hummed.

Your lips failed to formulate an intelligent reply, so you mumbled your similar return.  Your arms wrapped tightly around a soft bundle and you buried your face in it. Red and black fuzz tickled your face and you pulled it back to look at it. It was Lula.

"We need to you to be awake so we can test these pain killers. Once we're sure they work, you can relax."

"What's wrong?"

"You broke your... Tech, which bone is it?"

"The Tibia," 

"You broke your Tibia. That's the shin bone. We need to reset the bone so it'll heal right, but Tech wanted to test the pain killers first."

"Do you feel this?" 

A moment of confusion was followed by your looking down at Tech. He was pressing on your exposed shin. The pressure didn't cause any reaction, but the sight of your wounded leg did. Fascinated, you wanted to touch it.

"No, no, lay back down, Y/N." Hunter was pushing you back onto the bed.

"Do you feel this?" You frowned down at him, wondering why he'd repeat his question when it struck you. He was pressing on another part of your leg. This was supposed to hurt.

"I don't feel any of that... is that bad?"

"Quite the opposite, actually."

You caught the skull's armor relax through your peripherals. He turned to you and you met his eyes without a sound. A reassuring smile crossed his lips and you caught yourself thinking about just how handsome this man was. It took a moment to pull you back. Then you heard what he was saying to you.

"You can relax. We'll take it from here."

He didn't have to tell you twice. You were already embracing the darkness with joy, Lula tucked in your grasp. A long time passed, you couldn't be sure how long. When you finally came back, you found yourself drifting away again. This repeated until one time, you were able to hold onto a relative instance of consciousness. The dim room shifted as you sat up and scooted to lean your back against the wall, Lula at your side.

This was not the Marauder. 

Foggy eyes scanned the disastrous room, hesitating on the fresh tally marks carved into the wall. They moved to the droid head on a table in the center of the space where Tech and Hunter sat. Eventually your gaze drifted to the pile of dirty blacks and then to the window that was pelted with large raindrops. You hadn't been on Kamino in a long time. 

"Good to see you’re awake," Hunter greeted, setting aside the shoulder plate he had been cleaning. He had removed the top half of his armor.

"It hasn't been two weeks already, has it?" You muttered, noticing that Crosshair and Wrecker were gone. "Tech said two weeks."

"It's been three days actually," he moved to lean over your... his bed. Resting his arm on the wall above the rather large alcove, he looked down at you. "I suppose I'll give you the bad news. You went into surgery as soon as we got you back. You've got pins in your leg and an appointment for physical therapy in a few days. Overall, the surgery went well."

"It would have gone better if you hadn't hidden the injury and tried several times to stand on the broken bone." Tech muttered, leaning both elbows on the table as he looked up from the data pad in hand. Then he paused, eyes darting to the side. "On a similar note, I should've recognized the symptoms immediately. Nausea and fatigue are trademark symptoms of a broken bone."

"Hey," you waited until he looked at you, "Don't start the blame game, buddy. That's not happening."

A heavy sigh left his lips and he bobbed his head in agreement, "Sorry. I suppose I'm just flustered over this. Ever since you fell from that building, I knew it had to be worse than you let on, but I didn't want to say anything as I was sure you knew better than I regarding how bad your injuries were."

Hunter, who had been listening until then commented, "None of us realized how bad it was till you passed out in the cockpit."

"I didn't realize..." Searching for a response in a discombobulated mind proved pointless. "I'm sorry. I should've been more forthright."

"We forgive you. I want you to know that we care, Y/N." You found Hunter's dark eyes, "Please tell us next time if you need help."

A beat followed and you nodded. "I will."

A minute later, the door hissed open and in came Wrecker followed closely by Crosshair. They both paused, staring your way. An enormous smile struck Wrecker and he raced over to you like a little kid. Your attention was enveloped in huge arms. 

"How are you doing, Y/N?" He held you at arms length and looked at you, brows stitched together. "I was worried sick!"

"I'm doing good, Wreck. I am pretty tired though." You stole a glance at Crosshair who stood near the door toothing a toothpick. "Apparently I have a good poker face,"

The sniper huffed, the corner of his mouth twitching into a rare smile. You turned back to the large man who moved next to Hunter. Wonderment came over you again at the individuality of each man in there. 

"Well," began Hunter, "I think now would be a good time to get some brunch. What do you say, boys?"

Wrecker whooped in approval and the others moved to the door while Hunter stayed behind, sitting on the edge of the bed. On his way out, Tech shot Hunter a questioning glance that was answered by a subtle facial queue from their leader. He nodded and followed his brothers through the door.

“You not going to eat?"

He shook his head, "I ate before they got up." 

"Ah," you hummed.

Steady raindrops drowned the silence that ensued. The empty look in Hunter's eyes didn't miss your observance. He stared at nothing, all the while staring at the galaxy. You wondered if he knew he did this from time to time.

"Are you okay?"

The light reignited in his eyes and he turned his focus to you, "I will be,"

"Oh?" you raised an eyebrow, "What's up?"

He hesitated, eyeing the floor. "Just... when you passed out? I haven't lost any of my brothers in this squad. For a second, I thought I was going to lose you. I've never really let myself think about that before."

The expression he held when you had woken a few days ago spoke a novel when paired with those words. Every mission that went well grew confidence in the boys. You saw this consistently. That confidence was probably shattered the moment they realized that one of them could get hurt. Did all of them freeze up in a moment of panic when you collapsed? 

That image made you shutter. You imagined their expressions pitying you as you failed to hide your pain. The thought of their worry plagued you. It was... mortifying.

“But you made it," he whispered, "and you're alright."

"I am,"

It took half an hour for the others to return. When they did, you found yourself watching in fascination as they interacted. You'd never seen regs behave with such chemistry. Truly, these boys were different. You knew you'd be in good hands while you recovered from this inconvenient injury. The best part was that you'd have four... well, three caring clones to keep your spirits up as you did so.

———

Thanks for reading!

At the end of each one shot, I like to add a little Q&A to interact with readers. Feel free to comment a response!

Q. Have you ever broken a bone?  If so, would you be interested in sharing the story?

A. Nope!  I've been close a time or two, but I have yet to break any bones

[yanderesmythos]

🗡Yandere!Achilles (General) Headcanons🤺:

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, murder, desecration of the dead, captivity, implied Stockholm Syndrome, implied manipulation, implied adultery, angst, Eris and Aphrodite being drama queens, forced isolation, Time period sexism, mentions of forced marriage, Violence, slight gore.

You were born at Dodona, Epirus. To a bloodline of obscure priests and priestesses, that used to attend to Mother Goddess then later to Zeus. Apart from the oracle that lives here, there wasn’t anything that distinguishes it from the other different states. One would argue, that Delphi is much more significant than your mundane city.

Yet, it was the oddity of your birth that attracted the other city-states to your city. You were said to be born with the ability to cure even the deadliest of diseases, including the prolific tularemia. Some would even say death itself.

Rumors like these tend to spread like wild fire. Especially, that your mother may have went behind your father’s back with Apollo- as he was the patron of medicine- to birth you. Which infuriated your father so much, that he murdered your mother in blind rage. You recalled that night, as you took care of your “supposed” dead mother. One simple touch from your fingertips, has awoken her from her deep slumber startling your father. As for father, he ran away with his tails between his legs to gods know where.

From that incident, the head priestesses has delegated you as the head healer of Dodona. Despite being a young woman, your reputation has soared all over Greece for your innate gift. Those who mocked Dodona started visiting it for your services and may-haps a glimpse of your face.

Fortunately, you hid your face behind a carefully constructed bronze mask to protect your anonymity. You did not want to sacrifice your freedom for a man’s whim and you’re yet of age. It was the beauty of Helen and the greed of a man that locked her in an unwanted marriage. Marriage is nothing, but fine breeding. It is often propagated as love, to lure naïve people into its trap.

At the behest of King Peleus, you were invited to his matrimony with Thetis. After dressing appropriately for the event. Euphro -the head priestess- instructed that you are to be escorted by Philogus, alongside his family, to Phthia.

The journey to Phthia was awkward, until a young dark haired boy greeted you with a smile tearing his visage. It made you slightly anxious, perhaps due to your solitary life. Aside from your duties, you knew nothing of the outside world. As a result, skepticism was the norm for you considering your societal value.

“Greetings, (Y/n) the great healer of Dodona. My name is Telephos. It is a great honor to finally meet you. I was wondering, would you like to be friends? I’ve never seen you with anyone and it doesn’t make sense for me that a person with such prestige lacks companions. So, what would you say?” The boisterous, yet innocent boy extending his tiny hands for you to grab. He was shaking in his boots to meet you. You were a celebrity, that he held in high regards and wishes to follow your footsteps into becoming a physician.

Despite the intricate owl mask you were currently donning, you filled him with a sense of safety. Yet, he felt a bit sympathetic and sorrow for you especially after recent events that happened to you. Perhaps, he was being inconsiderate for prying into your personal space. After all, you needed the space to recover from the recent trauma. Before he could retract his hand, you grabbed it and shook it. With a voice as gentle as the northern wind, you replied.

”I’ll gladly be your friend. I never had any and I wish to know what it is like to have one.” That alone made the day for the boy. He is your first and only friend. He selfishly hoped it stayed that way, but due to the nature of your duties he doubts it will stay like this. So long as you are happy, then he is.

With that, you and he bonded together. Sharing ideals, dreams, and hopes for the future. You were similar, yet different and complementary to each other. Where he lacked precision, you taught him the value of patience and persistency. Where you lacked in social experience, he taught you -despite the ongoing political strife of Greece- the value of friendship or in his own words “Philoi”.

From afar, Philogus was watching his son interacting with the head healer and it melted his heart at sight. Perhaps, he could be the father that she lacked. His thoughts were halted, as the ship landed on the harbour.

The guards were kind enough to guide you through the King’s palace. It was larger then you thought, yet it was the inside that stunned you. There were many people invited from different backgrounds. Nymphs, gods, goddesses, mortals, and plenty more as this was expected from this grand event.

Your doe-like eyes ventured to meet the eyes of sunlight god. You immediately pivoted your irises, as your boiling anger rises with every glimpse at the god who ruined the matrimony of your parents. However, a familiar honey beige hand clasped your hands in his to calm your ire from resurfacing. With one look toward his bright emerald eyes, you understood what he wants to convey. ‘Don’t let your past strife, open a new gate to another strife far worse than the one before.’

Prior to the arrival of the King and his bride, you continued to talk with Telephos a few more before you were snatched by Philogus to be introduced to the gods and other royalties. You were fearing the worst, as you slowly kowtow before the gods and introduced yourself.

“My, my. What an eloquent lady you are, (Y/n)? I’ve been dying to meet you. After all you’ve been the talk of Greece lately, apart from this wedding. Tell me, do you have someone in your mind?” The divine goddess of all that is beautiful and lovely asked as her golden hues were burning on your figure.

“No, my fair goddess. I’m fairly young for love and the joy it brings. In addition, I’ve a sworn duty toward my people.” Choosing your words with utter care, as not to anger the goddess. That was the last thing you have in mind, if you wish to survive.

“Hmm, seems reasonable. Perhaps, when you’re older then. It’s such shame to let a girl such as you without a fitting spouse, don’t you say? It seems Athena has taught you wisely, or was it Artemis? Or was it our dear, Apollo? Please, do tell.” Aphrodite remarked jabbing the patron of medicine in her drawled spiel. As much as that name brought a foul taste, you remained stoic and respectful to her.

“Dear Aphrodite, no need to drag the little mortal into your shenanigans. You know how it usually ends. We do not wish for that to happen to the little sunlight here, or else father might intervene.” The blonde deity responded back not bothering to hide his spite.

The atmosphere was tense with the bickering of the two deities, so you left to greet the other guests. Unaware of the hidden eyes of a certain goddess, that lurked around the shadows to observe you and waiting for the right moment to ensure that her plans will go as she wishes.

It was about time, when the two main people have arrived. In the middle of their wedding vows, the bronze gates were open suddenly to reveal the winged deity of discord. Eris. Her sudden appearance has startled you and everyone else, even more when her sight was locked on you.

“ O’ Blessed King Peleus and Thetis, you deny me an invitation. Why is that? Especially, when I wish more then nothing to meet this famed healer of Dodona.” A sly smirk tugged at her lips, as she slid close to your vicinity. Her cold slender arms encircled your shoulders, bringing you closer to her in an embrace.

‘I’ll tell you a secret, little one. Between you and me, you hold a major role in this more than you think. You will understand soon enough. Do not tell anyone, we don’t want to spoil the surprise.’ She whispered in your ears, before letting you free from her grasp.

Telephos ran and caught your falling frame, before you could meet the harsh surface of the cold marble grounds. “Are you okay?” Your safety was of the supreme concern for him. Not only are you valuable to his city, but to him personally. To see you being pawned around by deities angered him, yet it made him feel helpless.

After all, what a mere child could hope to achieve against the might of divine deity? How could he be a great practitioner of medicine, if he could not protect his role model from harm? Yet, it begets the question. Why were you so important in the eyes of the gods?

“Yes, I am fine. I appreciate your help.” You replied, refraining the information that Eris has told you in fear of endangering him and yourself in the process.

“Is that why you came here, Eris? To steal the sacred healer away, if so then I will not tolerate such thing under my care.” The king retaliated firmly, standing his grounds against the winged goddess.

“By Olympus, no. If I wanted to kidnap her, wouldn’t you think I would’ve done it earlier? No, I am here to leave a gift for the fairest of them all. That’s all.” Eris said. In her pale hands, a golden apple shone with the title of the fairest of them all.

You’ve got a premonition that things won’t end well. “Why are you down, (Y/n)? Is something wrong?” Telephos asked sincerely. “ I..think as long as the deities intervene like this. Things won’t end well for us. I never liked the gods, apart from Mother Goddess. In their amusement, they bring nothing but misery and tragedy.” You responded bitterly, with the latter part being nothing more than a whisper to yourself.

The cheery festivities has upturned to chaos, the female deities -notably Athena, Hera, and Aphrodite- were paltry fighting amongst themselves for an insignificant title. It’s enough as it is that you got the unwanted attention of the entire court, so you decided to recluse at the corner of room.

However, your peace did not last as Philogus approached you with his face sunken and grave. Unlike his usual calm demeanor, that brought nothing but relief in your turbulent life. “Head healer, I need to speak with you this instance. The matter is of utmost urgency.” He urged, as his son followed behind him. Follow him to the guest room, you did.

“What seems to be the issue?” you inquired, hoping for a semblance of good from this horrible day. Based on his previous expression and tone of his voice, you doubt that is the case.

“Dodona is under siege. We cannot go back, especially with you on board. I cannot endanger you.” His confession did not shock you as much as you thought. It was only a matter of time, before some megalomaniac decided to invade it searching for you. You could see the anguish already painting Telephos visage, that did nothing but hurt you seeing the optimistic boy down.

“Where do we go, then? We cannot trouble the Pthiains with our troubles?” You sighed as you racked your mind for solutions.

“Aren’t you disturbed that our city is under attack? If so, then why aren’t you perturbed?!” The chocolate haired boy shouted as tears cascading his honey cheeks. “If I wasn’t, then I’d not be thinking of ways to return back. Don’t you think?” You replied snidely.

“Stop, both of you. This is no time for petty arguments. (Y/n), I know you’re looking for answers and I’ll give it to you. As for you my dear boy, this war will end as soon as possible.” Philogus chastised the pair and took them to their designated bed.

“It was Agamemnon. Indeed, you were right. He was seeking you.” The elder man spat his name as it was the most foul thing he had said. That man’s megalomania knows no bound. “Of course. My presence has been nothing, but a curse to you both. For that I apologize. If you want to leave me behind, leave. You are no longer obligated to protect me.” You spoke solemnly. Perhaps, your birth was a catalyst of horrid luck. First, it was your mother death then this war.

Before you can indulge further in your misery, you’re tackled by Telephos in a tight embrace. “Don’t ever say that, (N/n)?! You have saved lives more than anyone in Greece, since Asclepius.” He cried as he tightened his grip, seeing your stolid reaction.

“My Telephos is speaking the truth. To lose you, is to lose the greatest treasure Greece has ever offered to us. I have bright news for you two.” The brunette announcement has snapped you from your melancholic stupor.

“From now on, we will be living within the palaces. In exchange, (Y/n) will offer her service free from price. You do not mind, do you?” Philogus continued. “No, it was and will always be my duty to help those in need. I must thank you too, today overall was not great.” You replied back, as you cuddled the already drowsy Telephos for warmth.

Years has passed, since then. In these years, you have strongly bonded with Telephos and made new ones. Achilles was interesting to say the least. You both connected immediately like two peas in a pod. Whilst you felt a surge of protection, which you shared with Achilles, regarding the exiled prince Patroklus.

Achilles is definitely a possessive, obsessive, and an overprotective yandere. It started slowly, be it with the intervention of the gods themselves or how she held herself. Her integrity was what initially attracted him to her. However, it was her wisdom that beseeched him as he grew alongside her. Yet, her lousy companion is grating on his nerves.

His pride will never let him live, if he let any man court his beloved. Whether it was her childhood friend, or otherwise. What did that man have that he didn’t already have? Isn’t he the greatest Greek warrior to ever live? Wasn’t he as much of a companion to her as he was? As much as he want to rid of him immediately, he is smart enough not to do it in front of her. He might be impulsive, but certainly not an idiot.

His possessive tendencies overlaps with his overprotective nature. He would rather be slain a thousand times, then let a single hair on his darling be harmed. If that would to be happen, then his rage will reach the vast skies of Olympus till the depths of the Underworld.

He will not rest easy, until he had dealt with the perpetrators. Amplify his overprotectiveness if Patroklus was already dead by then, his darling will never be outside his sight. He will drag the aggressor’s corpse, similar to what he did to Hektor, all over Greece with his chariot, only this time no deity will interfere. Unless, they’d want to end up like them.

Assuming that he didn’t die, he will live with his darling somewhere seclusive. Somewhere where he can fully be attentive to the needs of his darling, without any distractions. Glory had it place in his heart, but so is the safety and the happiness of his darling.

His greatest dream is to have a domestic life with his dearest. To awaken besides his sleeping beloved and count the constellations with them. Maybe have a child or two together. Nothing brings him more joy, than seeing his and darling’s children interact with his most beloved companion’s (assuming that Patroklus didn’t die) children. Growing, living, and dying together. Perhaps, even uniting together in the fields of Elysium.

Even if it meant to go against the fates and the gods to achieve that, then so be it. What will he not do to protect his beloved? He will go to the end of the earth to protect and provide for them. Anyone who goes against his path will be met with the harsh end of his blade.

Ps: I have enjoyed writing for this one. If we reached 150 hearts on this post, then I’ll write a Yandere story. Here’s the catch, it will be him and my boy Patroklus involved as Yanderes. I’ll also include Telephos as normal love interest to add drama and action to the story. However, I need to see your support. 😉

[eternalmingki]

Heyy umm I really like your work especially the horror movie one and I was wondering if you could do one for me how ateez would be if their s/o can do withcraft 👉👈

Yesss! As someone who is starting to get into witchcraft, I love this idea!

Ateez when they find out you practice witchcraft

❊Pairing: all of ateez x gn!reader

❊Genre: fluff

❊Warnings: talks of witchcraft, fluffy fluff

❊a/n: Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated since that's how the algorithm here works. So if you could reblog my works or leave a comment that would be greatly appreciated!

❊a/n #2: asks are open!!! Please send them in! I would love to write little drabbles for your ideas!

♥Hongjoong:

plenty shocked when he finds out

is really intrigued

asks lots of questions

gladly accepts little potions you make for him

will go around and find flowers for you when he’s on walks

loves to listen to you talk about what you’re doing

likes to examine your crystals

lets you cleanse his studio, especially after he’s been stressed

“you’re so cool, baby!”

♥Seonghwa:

surprised but supportive

lets you ramble about it to him

starts to look into it so he can somewhat understand

doesn’t touch any of your stuff

loves to look at them though

especially your little shrines you make

asks if he can try it out with you to see if it would be for him

“I can’t remember. what does this crystal resemble?”

♥Yunho:

finds your books from when you were first starting out

which you walk in on

“are these yours? i found them while cleaning.”

you get a little worried how he’ll feel about it as you take the books from him.

he pouts and proclaimed that he was reading those

you’re surprised by that

he lets you know that he thinks it’s super cool and he is interested in it himself.

“i don’t think it’s for me, but it’s super interesting and i’m glad you like it so much, baby!”

♥Yeosang:

doesn’t like to invade your privacy, especially in your apartment since it’s your safe space

but curiosity got the best of him since you told him he could look around, as this was his first time here

so he did just that

stumbling across your desk in your room where you had most of your witchcraft items

he went over and stood over your desk, just looking at things curiously and seeing the crystals on your windowsill

when you came into the room and saw him looking, you got a little nervous

but he turned to you with an innocent look

“you like collecting rocks?”

you couldn’t help but laugh a little and you decided to sit him down and explain what you do

needless to say he felt dumb for what he said, but was supportive

♥San:

fascinated

only ever asks you questions about it now that he knows what you do

has a crystal that you gave him that he carries with him everywhere

including on tour

will ask you how to recharge the crystal so he can keep using it to its fullest potential

loves to help you get ingredients for potions

you also make little potions in tiny bottles for all of the members for stress

“so. if you’re a witch. does that mean we can keep Byeol in our apartment instead of at my parents??”

♥Mingi:

confused on what you mean when you tell him

you try in every way possible

he still doesn’t get it

so you just show him certain things, like doing a tarot card session with him

and he’s fascinated by the meanings of the cards

also loves just listening to you

in reality, he understood the fundamentals you were talking about

he just wanted to listen to you talk his ear off about it

“could you explain that again? i still don’t quite understand.”

♥Wooyoung:

overdramatic about everything about it

but still super supportive

you think you’ll have to deal with the fact that he doesn’t know the concept of personal space

but the second you take a sharp tone with him when he goes to grab something

he quickly retracts his hand to his side

you’re genuinely surprised and thankful

you show him crystals and his eyes sparkle as you tell him what you use them for

loves the idea of it

but if he ever tried it, he’d probably lose interest in like a week

“wait! can you do magic like in harry potter!?”

♥Jongho:

is super respectful of your privacy

finds some books you have on it

but puts them right back and doesn’t mention it to you

the conversation is only brought up when he finds a stray potion bottle on the coffee table

his curiosity gets the best of him and he questions you

you explain a little nervously that you practice witchcraft and he nods

he started to ask some questions and you were happy he wasn’t judging you

like he could ever do something like that

just listens to you talk about things

“i’m glad you have something you’re so passionate about, love.”

It’s done! Finally! I’m so sorry this took forever! I had other ideas I needed to get out of my brain to make room to write this one! But I hope you like it!

taglist: @jasirii @nateezfics @releasethypen @shysakuno @ddemonseonghwa @spiderlilyfics

[its5amgotosleep]

Catch me if you can | Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You jump out of a window for Wanda to catch you.

Warning: Cursing, explosions, and knives

Let me know if there's more

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You and the team were sent on a mission to take down one of Hydra's large hide out. The Maximoff twins were also put in the mission despite only being an addition to the team for only a few weeks.

"You know you Steve, having to twins here wasn't such a bad idea." You talked through the earpiece as making your way to the center. "They'll be fine Y/N, you worry too much." Steve came down to you bodies of Hydra agents on the ground. "You worry too little."

You were one some of the people that welcomed them with open arms and a warm smile, even despite Ultron and Sokovia.

Steve went out to the halls stopping Hydra agents from getting to you as you hacked into their plans. "How sweet of you to tale them down for me Rogers." "Just get ut and get out Y/N." "Ok capsicle whatever you say." You rolled your eyes.

"Piet, Wans how you two holding up?" You asked as you put the flash drive in your left boob. "I'm doing good haven't decapitated anyone yet." Wanda said through coms and you widened your eyes.

"You know I'm 12 minutes older than you right, but you scare the living shit out of me sometimes." Pietro admitted. "Language."

As you walked down the hall you saw a giant buit hydra guy stomping his way towards you. "Hey Clint and Nat, how's the bombs doing." You began to walk backwards away from the large man.

"We got them done already thanks to the hella fast kid." "Ok good, Steve I thiught yoy got all of them but there's a big guy that looks like he wants to eat me alive."

"You aren't gonna go easy on me are you." You attempted to slide under him but he just grabbed you and slammed you against the wall.

"I guess that's a no then." You stuggled as he squeezed your neck draining the air out of your lungs. You retracted the claws from your gloves and began digging them into his arm setting you free and granting the air for your depraved lungs.

"Y/N you ok? Talk to me." Wandas voice filled with concern boomed through your earpiece as you wheezed for air. "Can't really talk since that mother forker almost squeezed me to death."

After being thrown around like a ragdoll you got up again and put your hands up even if your body screamed at you to stop. "I can do this all day big guy." You say as begins to charge at you again.

"That's my line." Steve said through the earpiece. "I know I know." You admitted as you charged at the large man knife in each hand.

"You really need to stop throwing me around dude." You twisted the knives in both of his shoulders. You took this chance to run. "This would be a really good time to blow the place."

"Is anyone on the east side of the building? Jesus this place has really long halls." You jumped swiftly through in front of a window.

"I am, where are you?" Wanda looked around not seeing you outside. "Great I'm gonna jump out the window, you're gonna have to catch me."

"What?! Are you out of your mind?! I can't Y/N." Wanda frantically said as she saw you several stories up. "Look, I know you're still not on oar with your powers yet but I trust you to catch me."

"Then trusting me is the stupidest thing thing you've done, I can't-" Wanda was cut off when she saw you jump out the window despite her protests.

"I take back about thingking of taking you out" She caught you with her powers but couldn't control it for long so she caught you with her arms instead.

She made a forcefield around the two of you as the place exploded and debris flying everywhere. She broke the forcefield arou d you two after the explosion and looked at you like you were crazy.

"Are fucking crazy! Why would you jumo out the window like that! You could've atleast counted to three before jumping jesus christ." She scolded but at the same time checked you for injuries.

"But you still caught me." You smiled at her making Wanda's heart melt. "Y/N? Are you alright?" Steve checked as the rest regrouped.

"Yeah I'm fine. Thanks to Wanda I get to live another day." Y/N joked like she wasn't thrown around like a ragdoll and then jumping out of a window.

"Don't do that again..please." Wanda mumbled the last bit, you wrapped your arms around her nape pulling her in an embrace.

Catching her off guard but wrapped her arms around you pulling you closer to her. "So you aren't planning on taking me out?" You pulled away from the embrace.

"I'll think about it." She said staying true to what she said earlier. "If you won't ask her out I'll gladly do so." Pietro walked to the two smirking.

She pulled you close to her playfully glaring at her twin. "How about next week, dinner?" She looked at you her a blush lightly painting her cheeks.

"I'll think about it." It was your turn to tease her, she mocked a hurt expression as you hit her lightly on the arm.

"Come one lesbians, you two can poubce on each other when we're home." Nat patted both your shoulders with a knowing smirk along her face.

"Nat oh my god." You faked a disgusting face as you walked to the quintjet with the twins behind you.

"We aren't there.. Yet" Wanda whispered to your ear as she walked passed you giving your butt a light squeeze which left you there in shock as you looked at Pietro.

"I didn't teach her that."

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[sasaparilla]

Crane with a s/o that gets scared easily.

(Gender neutral!)

-My my, aren't you a scaredy cat? He will absolutely adore the noises you make when getting jumpscared by him for the third time today after he simply swifts from being beside you to disappearing in the dark behind a wall and then reappearing again close to your face saying "Boo!"

-There's no safe time for you when Jon is around. If you lose him out of your point of view be sure of two things: 1- He is interested in something else in the other room. 2- He is right behind you and his fingers are already crawling up in the back of your neck before another "boo!" gently blows in your ear

-Seriously, even he will wonder how the hell do you get startled so easily? He will start to think you're just pretending but then after seeing the absolute panic painted in your face when an insect started flying in the room, it was proven to him that yes… you were scared easily.

-Funny enough when you get scared from something else that isn't one of Jon's antics, (for example a movie he recommended you two to watch) he will gladly hold your shaking frame just to feel your panicked heartbeat, while trying his best not to smirk over the scene of your arms shivering. Such a sight to behold.

-Although he enjoys seeing the bright terror in your eyes, Jon has learned about your limits too well to know when to stop. He doesn't see any sort of pleasure when seeing you cry. The first time he actually did see you shedding tears out of fear from playing a horror game it made him feel kinda guilty. Jon then realises he just likes your scared expression, not your suffering one.

-Even if his whole signature is about causing people to feel their deepest fears for his own morbid curiosity, Jon feels quite satisfied with just the surface of your fears, as generic and normal as they can be. However, if you catch your own gut and manage to sit with him to talk about some of your real traumas, he will not only play his professional psychology role and assist you to face it better but will also be so proud of you. 

Imagine, you are revealing your worst fears for the one who is known to weaponize them against you. Jon sees it as a massive signal of trust you have with him and as much as he is loving your spooked expression when talking about them, he will take this as a personal treasure. A private moment that only you two know about.

-Since then, it's up to you. Jon will offer his hand of help if you're willing to face your fears and try to overcome them, he knows how it feels and has a large experience on the matter.

If you feel like you are not ready or simply prefer to keep living this way, he will respect your decision and keep your traumas locked in his head as a secret. 

-Keep in mind that the everyday little jumpscares will still occur.

Bonus:

"It's not a phobia, trust me. It's an expected reaction you have from the unknown of said subject. Especially after such… inconvenient events from your past." Jon finishes his talk with you sitting at the other end of the small table in your kitchen. He usually spent the whole afternoon with you during weekends before leaving again when night began to fall. Not that he was hiding from you about his underground work but this routine simply suited well between both you and him, since you aimed to maintain your normal life and Jon his hidden one both safe.

"I don't know, it's just so tiring sometimes to me like I don't want to react but yet I can't control it." You speak kinda upset, gripping your fists that were landing on the table.

"It's the opposite, my dear. Fear controls us. Our only chance is to accept and overcome it eventually if the chance appears." He replies to your frustration as calmly as if reciting a poem.

"I don't think I can do it. Hell, you've seen me freaking out because of a ridiculous small spider last week." Your attempt to lift the mood with a laugh fails as Jon keeps looking at you with a blank expression, making you look down embarrassed.

"That's why I'm here to offer you help. To give you this chance."

Still looking down, you meditate in silence about his words for a moment. Doubt still made it seem unclear as to how you would win your trauma. Lacking any idea of a viable option at the moment from yourself.

A gentle metallic noise snaps you from your thoughts. Your eyes catch the image of a syringe containing an orange liquid inside resting on the table in the space between you and Jon. He retracts his hand away from the item, folding the small secret pocket from inside his coat in which he took it out previously.

Meeting your gaze, Jon brings his hands up to his chin, intertwining his fingers and resting his elbows on the table, not breaking the eye contact he fixed with yours, though his eyes were hidden by the bright white his glasses reflected from the room's lightning.

"Of course, the choice will be yours." He reassures you about your position.

You switch your focus back to the syringe and remember clearly what is Jon's speciality together with the dangers of it. He maintains his silence, allowing you to face your own indecision before you finally speak.

"Alright. I will take the chance."

If it weren't for his hands close to his face, it wouldn't be able for him to hide his devilish smirk.

You two rearrange the chairs to be closer now, Jon assumes the position of medical administration and holds your arm gently as the slim shadow of the syringue hovers above your skin.

"I want you to know the dose will be low to not last long but enough for the chemicals to work properly. Understand?"

You nod.

"Are you sure about this?"

Once again you nod while feeling a chill sensation in your stomach. You were scared, of course you were and he knew it too. However, it was your choice. 

The syringe needle sinks in the surface of your skin and slowly makes its length disappear and appear again from the spot, injecting the unholy fear substance in your blood course. The sting pain is then replaced by a numb sensation following up to your arm shaking. Your heart begins to race and you can feel sweat forming in your forehead. Wiping it with the back of your hand, you realise that your hand feels heavier than before and checking the reason for it, you're met with the vision of your skin succumbing to putrid flesh as insects start coming out of what were supposed to be your nails.

Desperation hits, you notice Jon's form switching to something darker, scarier and menacing, but his mouth remains in a serene smile before it moves to speak.

"Now tell me, what do you see?"