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cyripticchronicler · 9 months ago

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oki oki so basically a muggle bookstore au where shy!remus is a worker there, f!writer!reader just moving into town, and after a while, shes a regular and remus starts to yk, get a little crushy crush. And it’s mutual 2 so thats gud. He finally asks her on a date or sum when its been 6 months since they like talked with like flowers and chocolate and everything (AWWWWW). THEN THEN THEN, they hang out at his house and the other marauders walk in and be like, “you finally asked her out? BOUT FCKING TIME!” And then they all laugh and hang out then BOOM smut! (If you’re comfortable of course!)

sorry if its a weeee bit long, its 1AM when i saw the cry for requests so 🤷‍♀️

BYEEE! (My signature emoji is 🚐)

Whispers of the Page - Remus Lupin

Pairing: Shy!Remus Lupin x F!writer!Reader

Summary: Having recently moved, you were in dire need of more books. But the last thing you expected was to catch the owner of the bookshop's attention.

Word count: 4k+ (I went overboard)

Warnings: Smut (My first smut ever posted plz be nice) Kissing, shy Remus?? Is that a warning?

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting!! You're my first request EVER so thank you I appreciate it so much! I hope I did your request justice, I tried my hardest :)

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Humming quietly, your heels click along the cobbled path. You hold your coat up above your head in a desperate attempt to keep your hair dry. Goosebumps spread over your skin, and you sigh in relief when you find the store you’ve been wanting to visit for weeks now.

Rushing into the warmly lit shop, the bell jingles when you enter. The smell of old books and candles immediately engulfs you, warming your body from head to toe and you shift so your coat is slung over your arm.

Your heeled boots are quiet against the patterned carpet, and you take a few moments to take everything in. The bookshop is covered with books, ones that look brand new and others that have been well loved, their spines cracked and pages doggy-eared. Lamps light the room, placed in every nook and corner of the cramped space.

Looking to the right, you jump slightly when you realise you’re not alone. Standing behind a covered counter stands a young man, book in hand as he reads quietly, fingers turning the page every few minutes. He’s dressed well, an old grandpa sweater tucked into a pair of brown dress pants. His brown, shabby hair shields his face, but you peek at the sight of his sharp jawline.

Wanting a proper look at him, you mutter a “Hello,” heart speeding up when he looks at you, his gentle eyes meeting yours. You didn’t expect him to be so pretty. He’s gorgeous. You knew he’d be if his jawline was any indication. His face is covered with scars, but that doesn't diminish his beauty, it adds to it. His cheeks flush when he notices you staring at him and he looks down to bookmark his book before looking up.

“Hi, welcome. Is there anything I can help you with?” His voice is warm and smooth like honey, a red flush warming his cheeks as he avoids eye contact.

You smile at his shyness, moving to a shelf at grabbing ones you find interesting. “No, thank you. I’ve just moved and I wasn’t able to bring any books with me.” You hold up your hands that are already stacked with books. “I need to stock up.”

You hear him place his book down from where you're inspecting this fantasy book, listening to his quiet steps as he walks towards you. He leans against the shelf beside you, awkwardly placing his hand on his hip before dropping it, falling to his side as he stands straight, cheeks still tinted red.

“Do you need any book recommendations?” He questions, his eyes finally coming in contact with yours. You feel a cool shiver run down your spine but you ignore it. “Yeah,” You shoot him a shy smile, “I’d love some.” It was a slight lie. Sure, you’d love more book recommendations but you definitely didn't need any to add to your long list of books to read.

He starts listing off more books, seemingly more comfortable while he wanders around the store, picking up books as he goes. “So,” He starts, “You said you’ve just recently moved?” He inspects an older-looking book before adding it to the pile.

“Yeah, I decided it was time to leave my home town and focus more on writing.”

“Writing, eh? What do you write?”

Your cheeks heat, though you will them not to, readying for the teasing to come. “I write romance books.” His eyes perk up, shooting me a small smile as he adds another book to the pile. “I love romance books. Written any that I’d know?”

I laugh, following him to the counter. “No, I haven’t published a book. Yet.”

He starts scanning the books, placing them in a brown paper bag as he does. “Well, you must tell me when you do. I want to read it.” His cheeks flush as he speaks the words, hands slightly shaking while he rings you up.

You notice the cost being cheaper than you expected and shoot him a curious look which he just whispers a quiet “Half price.” You will your cheeks not to heat, paying for the books with a barely concealed smile. You go to leave, bag in hand but stop at the exit.

“What’s your name?”

He looks up from where he’s staring blankly at his book. “Remus. You?”

You mutter your name, trying your best to not skip down the pathway, already planning your next visit to the store.

–

Your next visit was only a week later, and your mind coming up with multiple excuses to go back all week until you finally came up with a viable one.

It’s your nephew's birthday soon and he loves reading as much as you do so you’ve decided to stop by the store to pick up a present for him. Bell ringing as you enter, you notice Remus isn’t standing behind the counter like before and frown.

Warm glow guiding your path, you make your way to the young adult section, hands tracing the spines of books as you search for a specific one. Your head turns at the sound of shuffling coming towards you. Heating when you spot Remus making his way to you, a pile of books in hand while he searches for an empty spot on the shelves.

He looks up and jumps when he spots you, eyes wide and cheeks flushing almost instantly. Biting your lip to withhold your laughter, you attempt to control your smile. “Sorry, did I spook you?”

He snaps out of his trance, shooting a bright smile your way. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” He laughs breathlessly, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck before he remembers the books in his hands and hurries to catch them before they fall to the floor.

“You wouldn’t happen to have They Both Die At The End in that pile, do you?” You grin, gesturing to the books in his hands.

“Not on me, but I think I have a couple of copies in the back. Let me just put these books away and I’ll grab one.” You nod and follow behind him while he puts the last few books away, waiting outside the ‘staff only’ door while he goes around back and grabs the book

Your next visit was only a week later, and your mind coming up with multiple excuses to go back all week until you finally came up with a viable one.

He looks up and jumps when he spots you, eyes wide and cheeks flushing almost instantly. Biting your lip to withhold your laughter, you attempt to control your smile. “Sorry, did I spook you?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have They Both Die At The End in that pile, do you?” You grin, gesturing to the books in his hands.

“Thank you,” You grin when he hands you the book, walking to the counter while he follows. You spot a worn book on the counter and recognise it immediately. “You’re reading Pride and Prejudice?”

“Re-reading,” He corrects. “It’s one of my favourite books.” He smiles, stuffing his hands in his pants pocket while he stares.

“It’s one of my favourite books too!” You exclaim, rather too enthusiastically. “It’s tied with Emma.”

He breaks the short eye contact and scans your book. “I haven’t read that yet, but I’ll add it to my list.”

You grow shy, hands fiddling with your sweater nervously. “Yeah, you could tell me what you thought about it, too.” His eyes widen adorably at your words, cheeks red as a tomato while he nods furiously.

“Y-yeah.” He hands you the book and you smile, making your way to the exit. “I’ll see you next time, Remus.”

–

‘Next time’ turned into visiting his shop fortnightly, your bank account getting lighter each time you visited the shop. Over time, through scarce conversation, you’ve learnt that Remus owns the bookshop and is the only one who works there, and that, out of his two best friends Sirius and James, he’s the only one who enjoys reading.

He’s learnt that you’re working part-time at this bakery while you work on getting your first book published and that you’ve been writing for years, but only decided to turn it into a profession recently.

It’s clear that Remus likes books, and he’s visibly more comfortable when talking about them. Instead of his quiet voice, he gets louder and waves his hands around in enthusiasm. You find it adorable and have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from asking him out every time.

You’re not even sure he likes you. I mean, sure, he’s all blushy and shy around you but he could act like that around everyone.

Months of talking and wandering around the bookstore have gone by, and every day you find it harder to control your infatuation with him.

And, though you admire the beautiful bookshop, you’re dying to actually go out with him.

And that’s what brings you here today, on a cloudy day, rain threatening to fall at any moment. You don’t have any books to buy, or any recommendations you want, you’re only here for one thing and one thing only; to ask Remus out.

The familiar ring of the bell greets you as you enter, your eyes instinctively searching for Remus, spotting him in the corner of the store, his sharp features highlighted by the dimly lit lamps.

He looks up from where he’s dusting a shelf, eyes lighting up as he meets yours. “Hey!” Walking over towards you, he reaches his arm out before awkwardly letting it hang by his side. Casting a look at the ‘Staff Only’ door a few feet away, his hands start fidgeting with his red patterned grandpa sweater. “I uh- I have something for you.” He mutters, suddenly shy as he avoids your eyes.

Your eyes light up, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Really? You didn’t have to get me anything.” His cheeks flush even redder if possible, and you bite your tongue to hold back a loud ‘awww.’

“It’s in the back. Let me just-” He gestures to the back door before hurriedly walking through it. Your eyebrows raise when you hear loud thumping and quiet swearing.

“Remus? Are you okay?” The sounds of crashing stop immediately and he clears his throat before responding. His voice still cracks when he shouts, “I’m coming!”

That’s what she said.

A second later he comes back out, a hand behind his back as he attempts to hide whatever crinkles behind him. You take a deep breath and feign confidence. “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you too.”

He nods in acknowledgement, using his free hand to scratch awkwardly at his nose. “I-I would prefer if I talked first.”

You nod your head, offering him a reassuring smile. He smiles in return before showing me what was behind his back. You can’t stop the small gasp from passing your lips, eyes wide as you take the ‘bouquet’ of books from his stretched-out hand.

“T-” You clear your throat, “This is for me?” Cheeks hot, he nods and rubs the back of his neck. “I-I also bought you chocolates. I wasn’t sure when I was going to see you next so they’re still at home.” He takes a deep breath and meets your eyes. “Go out with me. Please.”

Your eyes widen an unconstrained snort escaping your nose. Cheeks flushing in embarrassment, you slap your hand against your mouth, and you watch as his head hangs in defeat.

You hurry to fix your mistake. “Wait! No, no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh. I laugh in a lot of situations, whether good or bad- I once laughed at a wed- That doesn’t matter. What I’m trying to say is that I’d love to go out with you.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to-”

One hand still holding the bouquet, you reach your other hand out to rest on his shoulder, successfully gaining his attention as he looks up to meet your eyes.

“I do, I promise. I just found it funny because I came here today to ask you out but you- you beat me to it. I-It was just funny.” You shrug, awkwardly smiling at him.

“So…You do want to go out with me?” You nod and his eyes light up, flashing you a blinding smile. “How about my place? Sunday? I don’t think my roommates will be home.” His eyes widen. “-Not that I’m trying to get ‘lucky’ or anything.”

You nod your head enthusiastically, “Yeah! I’d love that.” Pulling out your phone, he takes it from your hand. “Just text me the address.”

Long, nimble fingers type in your phone and you attempt to distract yourself from his veiny hands. Your heart beats in excitement, mind already racing through what outfit to wear, and how you’ll style your hair.

How you’re going to get any sleep at all over the next couple of days is beyond you.

—

Knuckles against wood announce your arrival as you stand awkwardly in front of the door, comfy leggings and sweater barely protecting you against the cold, frigid air. Thankfully, you don’t have to wait long, Remus’ smiling face comes into view as he opens the door.

“Hey, come in. It’s freezing out there,” He opens the door wider and you don’t hesitate in walking into the threshold, excited to get away from the horrible weather. He shuts the door behind you, the cold wind blocked off as your body finally starts to warm up.

“Wait here,” Remus says eagerly and you nod, taking the time alone to take your shoes off and calm down your racing heart. His house seems nice, a mixture of Remus and his two roommates Sirius and James personalities peaking through the decorations.

You’re inspecting a miniature aeroplane that lays on a table beside the front door when Remus comes back, a pink heart-shaped box in his hand. He spots you looking at the plane and smiles, “James picked that out. He’s training to be a pilot right now. He loves flying.”

You nod in acknowledgement, shooting him a smile as an awkward silence fills the room. He scratches his head awkwardly before seemingly remembering the box. “Oh! T-this is for you.” He all but shoves it into your hands and you take it gratefully, carefully pulling away the heart-shaped lid to look at all the chocolates inside.

You internally aw, “Thank you! I actually got you something as well.”

He perks up, eyes widening in excitement. “Yeah?” You nod, placing the chocolates down on the table and reaching into your bag to pull it out.

His eyes are blown wide, lips slightly parted as he takes the string-bound pieces of paper from you. “No…Is this what I think it is?” He questions in shock.

“If you’re thinking that this is my first official copy of my book then yes.” He’s shell-shocked, flipping through the pages and admiring the cover. “This-this is amazing, I can’t wait to read it.”

It’s like he can’t control himself as he walks closer to you, wrapping you into his arms, the scent of tea and parchment invading your nose as you stuff your face in his neck. You wrap your arms around his waist, too focused on the way he’s holding you to acknowledge the small ‘thank you’ he whispers your way.

Pulling back a bit, you move your head out of his neck to look at him and he looks down at you with hooded eyes, almost like he’s in a daze. You reach up, one hand wrapping around the back of his neck, standing on your tippy toes as you lean forward.

He does the same, licking his plump lips. His hot breath fans your face and your eyes flutter shut in anticipation. Pulling him closer, your lips are centimetres apart-

“Well, well, what do we have here?” You jump out of his grasp in seconds, turning towards the intruder while Remus swears.

“I thought you guys would be back later.” Remus interrogates. You assume the ‘intruders’ are Sirus and James, easily being able to tell who's who from the amount of stories Remus has told you about them.

Sirius is too busy sending Remus a teasing look to respond so James steps up, “We forgot something, don’t worry, Moony. We’ll be out of your hair in no time.” James leaves to retrieve whatever they forgot while Sirius stands, still smirking at Remus.

He ignores Remus’ glare, turning to face you, “Hello! Sorry I haven't introduced myself, I’m Sirius. And you are?” He apologises though he doesn't sound sorry in the slightest.

You tell him your name, watching as he shoots a teasing smile towards Remus.

“I know you! Remus can’t shut up about you. Honestly, it’s either; ‘She looked so pretty today I almost died’ or, ‘Today's the day, I’m going to ask her out.’ Honestly, I probably know everything about you considering how much Remus talks about you.”

Remus groans quietly from beside you and you place your hand on his arm in reassurance - something Sirius doesn’t hesitate to wiggle his eyebrows at. “I’ve heard a lot about you too, it’s nice to finally put a face to a name.”

“-Yes it is.” James returns from his scavenger hunt, wallet in hand. “Hopefully now that Remus has finally asked you out he’ll stop talking about you so often. It’s always, ‘Her hair is so shiny,’ and, ‘Her eyes are brighter than the sun, they’re the light that guides my path, the sunshine to my moon-”

“Don’t you two have somewhere to be?” Remus’ dark, annoyed voice interrupts, cheeks flaming as he shoots a lethal glare their way.

James’s hands raised in surrender. “Okay then, I guess we should go before Moony over here kills us,” they walk towards the front door, cold air slicing through the warm room, “Remember to wear protection!” He screams before slamming the door shut.

Turning to face Remus, an amused look on your face, he shoves his face into his hands but winces when he realises he’s still holding your book. His muttered threats filtered through the air and you bite your lip to conceal your laughter. He shakes his head, shooting me an apologetic look. “I am so sorry-”

“Why?” You laugh, “They seem great.”

He visibly relaxes, “Really?” You nod, “Yeah. Now, what do you want to do? I have heaps of movie recommendations if you want to watch something.”

—

‘Ugh, as if!” Cher’s voice filters through the dim room, bundled in blankets, your head resting on Remus’ shoulder as you watch the movie.

Eyes straying from the screen, you turn your head slightly to look up at Remus. He feels your gaze immediately, “Yes?” He asks, shifting his body so he can see you properly.

You smile, “You’re just so pretty.” His cheeks flush red in record time, hand pulling you closer so your head rests against his chest.

Long, nimble fingers play with your hair while the other rests along your back. You’re practically on top of him now, your legs between his own, face propped up against your hands that lean against his chest.

“You’re pretty too,” He mutters, warm eyes tracing every inch of your face, filled with admiration like you were carved by Zeus himself. “Yeah? Are my eyes brighter than the sun? Do I guide your path-”

You barely noticed his small smile before his lips were on yours. Remus’ lips pressed against yours, emitting a muffled moan from your throat. His mouth takes yours in a mix of tongue and teeth, the hand that was resting against your back moving further down, resting on top of your ass.

You prop yourself up with one hand beside his shoulder the other caressing his cheek. The hand that was playing with your hair now resting on your neck, gripped hard as he pulled you in closer, tongue mixing with yours like you were his lifeline.

His lips move down your throat, the feeling in your gut enhancing as his hands move over your body, hair tickling your neck.

“Please,” You gasp when you finally move away, lips swollen and covered in spit. “Please what?” He questions teasingly, thumb reaching out to stroke your red cheeks.

“I need you,” You whisper. Your stomach somersaulted at the hard feeling of something poking your stomach. Spurred on by his reaction, you kiss him again. He doesn’t waste a second in kissing you back, calloused fingers tracing your body, the pull of his lips eagerly smiling against your own.

His mouth moved downwards, planting little kisses down your neck. Slowly, he shifts so that he’s on top of you, a mess of tangled limbs as you reach for his lips again. One of his hands slides over your hips and up your shirt.

You gasp at the feeling of his warm hands against your cold body, goosebumps trailing after his touch. The other went to your ass, palming gently through your thin leggings. Gently, your hands trailed under his shirt, his hips pressing harder against yours.

“Off,” You mumble through kisses, yanking on his shirt. He pulls away, taking his shirt off in one fluid motion before slamming his lips against your throat, wet mouth biting and sucking at your neck.

You leaned into his touch, quiet moans slipping past your parted lips as you lost yourself in pleasure. Remus’ hips shifted against you, the friction sending a jolt up your spine. Hips moving on their own, you wrap your legs around his jean-clad waist, moving your hips against him, another jolt of pleasure shooting through you.

He groans against your neck, hips meeting yours in sharp thrusts. Hands reaching behind you, he unhooks your bra and slowly drags it down your arms along with your shirt, tossing it to the side.

“You’re so beautiful,” He mutters against your soft skin, his right hand cupping your breast, his other hand sliding lower, rubbing circles against your hip. Gently, his right hand needed the flesh firmly, occasionally squeezing. Your nails dig into his bare back, scratching down the rough skin.

He started rolling your hard nipple between his fingers, your cunt clenching around nothing. Desperate for something, you rut harder against his covered lap, whining in disappointment while he chuckles.

“You want more, huh?” He asks and you nod desperately. Slowly, his hand lets go of your breast, replaced by his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple. Warm hands trail down your stomach, playing with the waistband of your leggings before pulling them down completely, panties following soon afterwards.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks and you nod. “Words, sweetheart.” Pulling away, his head eyes track the way your cunt clenches around nothing, wetness running down your thighs as he laughs deviously.

“I want you so bad. Please-” You gasp when his lips land on your left thigh, biting softly as his hands need the flesh roughly. You swallow hard, focusing on the way his mouth gets closer and closer, warm lips kissing up your thigh and towards where you really want him.

The feel of his warm, pointed tongue running up the length of your cunt has your back arching against the sheets, hands reaching out to grip his hair, pulling on the strands desperately as his tongue circles your clit.

His tongue barely dips inside you before running through your slickened folds, the vibrations of his moans further spurring you on. Soft licks against your slit have your hips bucking up into his face, your head falling back against the pillows as you lose yourself in the pleasure.

Your mind goes blank at the feeling of a long, veiny finger filling you up, finger pumping into you while he sucks your clit into his mouth. He adds another finger, stretching you out. Warm breath fanning your cunt, he smirks at you, “Merlin you’re hot.”

You opened your mouth to respond when his fingers curled inside you, eyes snapping shut at the heavenly feeling. Tongue back on your clit, occasionally sucking, you felt your orgasm building up deep inside you, the weight getting heavier when he adds another finger, his moans vibrating through your body.

You were done for, loud moans filling the room, nails holding him against your cunt, thighs shaking around his shoulders as you reach your climax. He works you through it, nimble fingers dragging your orgasm out.

His fingers slip out moments later, your cunt clenching around nothing. You open your eyes to the sight of Remus slipping his slick-covered fingers in his mouth, tongue making sure to get every last bit.

Your hands reach for his pants, hurrying to unzip the denim and pull them down his thighs. “Someone’s need-fuck.” He cuts himself with a groan, head falling against your shoulder as your hands reach into his black boxers, slowly stroking his cock.

He pulls down his boxers, his hard cock springing free and you have to withhold your moan. He reaches into the bedside table to grab a condom, playing with his cock before rolling the condom on.

You lay underneath him and watch in wonderment, hands finding their way to your nipples and rolling them between your fingers. “I need you,” You whisper. His hands stop their movements from where they were kneading your thighs, eyes meeting yours. “Yeah?” You nod. “You’ve had me for months now, baby.”

His mouth is back on yours, tongue tracing your lips as he lowers, one hand by your neck, the other holding your thigh up and against his waist. IMpatinelty, one of your hands move downwards to his cock, lining it up against your soaked entrance. He laughs, “Patience, baby.”

He rubs his tip along your slit before thrusting inside you with a groan, your back arching up, nipples grazing his chest as you moan in pleasure.

With one more roll of his hips, he’s fully inside you, chest pressed up against your own as he starts trailing deep kisses down your throat. Your hands fly up, nails clawing at his neck, pulling him closer when he starts moving.

His hips thrust in slow, fluid motions. Reviling in the low groans coming from the man above you. Forcing your eyes to open, you look down to where your bodies connect, cunt clenching around nothing causing Remus to let out a loud moan.

Nails raking over his skin, you pull him in for a kiss, hot bodies moving in sync as he fucks you deeply. One of your hands trails downwards, towards his stomach and you feel his muscles contract in pleasure.

Mouth open, you moaned in pleasure when he brought your other leg up to wrap around his waist, his cock even deeper than before. The sight of his eyebrows pulled together, beads of sweat dripping down your neck as you close, head falling back against the pillow, needy whines leaving your lips as one of his hands finds your clit, rubbing it aggressively.

“You’re such a good girl. Taking my cock so well,” He grunted against your sweaty skin.

You moaned, hips moving faster against his own as you felt your orgasm building up, nails digging into his shoulders. “Your body is perfect. Like it was made for me,” He slurs, hips slamming hard into you, his loud groans mixed with your moans filling the air, toes curling in pleasure.

“Please, I- gonna cum-” You cut yourself off with a loud moan, his hips thrusting into you with incredible speed as you come, thighs shaking around his waist, breaths coming in short pants.

His head falls against your shoulder, thrusts becoming sloppy as he pumps into you, greedily chasing his own high, moans growing louder and louder. One hand reaching up and into his hair, you gently pull the sweat-soaked strands, “Cum,” You whisper into his ear.

“Fuck,” He whispers before coming inside of you, hips abruptly stopping as his mouth falls open against your warm skin. Goosebumps pebble your skin as he gently pulls out of you a moment later, hands rubbing your body as he places kisses against your skin. You can’t control your smile as you watch him dispose of the condom before laying back down beside you on the bed.

You turn your body to face him, eyes tracing his face. You watch his cheeks flush and can’t withhold a laugh. “What?” He asks, hands running through your hair.

“You just fucked the living daylights out of me and still blush when I look at you,” You respond teasingly, resting your head against his bare chest. He places a kiss on your forehead, looking at you like you hung the moon.

“You make me nervous,” He admits truthfully and your heart speeds up.

“You make me nervous, too.” You whisper.

He looks down, his warm breath fanning your cheek. “Does this mean we can go on a second date?” You laugh, slapping his chest playfully, “Fuck off.”

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” He responds smugly, your heart speeding up at the prospect of going on another date with him.

“It is a yes.”

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jockdumboy · 4 months ago

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big dumb jock tut

step 1: lift heavy, bro – don’t think, just lift

bro, dis still da most important part. lift heavy stuff erry day. no rest days, bro! no excuses. pick up heavy things, put ‘em down, repeat. simple.

jock lifts:

• bench prees: bro, da king of lifts. lay down, grab da big bar wit da weights on it, and push it up. don’t stop till ur chest feels like it’s on fire. big chest = alpha chest. boom.

• bicep curlz: grab sum heavy dumbellz, bro, and curl ‘em up to ur face. keep goin till ur arms feel like they gon fall off. big arms get all da respect, bro. curlz get da girlz, remember that.

• lat pulldownz: sit on da machine, bro, grab da bar, and pull dat thing down hard. feel dem wings growin on ur back. wings = dominance. don’t stop till ur back looks like u could fly away.

• legz (important now, bro): aight, bro, we gonna do sum squatz. grab da bar, put it on ur back, and squat down. do dis till ur legs feel like noodles, bro. big legz mean u can look good wearin da short shorts, plus u won’t fall over when ur chest gets too big. don’t skip leg day anymore, bro. trust me on dis.

• abs (gotta get da 6-pack, bro): do dem crunches, bro, like 100 at least. don’t stop till ur stomach feels like it’s about to explode. da 6-pack will come, just keep crunchin. it’s all about consistency, bro. plus, da ladies love da abs.

step 2: eat clean, bro – get shredded

bro, u can lift all day, but if u wanna be shredded, u gotta eat clean. no junk food, bro. clean food only, dat’s how u get shredded af.

simple bro diet:

• breakfast: 10 egg whites. no yolks, bro. da yellow stuff messes with da gains. and eat a banana, bro. bananas are good. den wash it down with a protein shake, always gotta have dat shake. protein is life.

• lunch: chicken, bro. lots of it. chicken is like da muscle food. maybe some rice if ur feelin’ fancy, but bro, rice is for marathon runners, not jock bros. and don’t forget another protein shake.

• dinner: more chicken, bro. chicken erry meal. or steak if u feel like it. steak is good too. maybe sum veggies like broccoli cuz broccoli makes u ripped, bro. i seen da big dudes eat it, so we eat it too. end da day wit another protein shake.

• before bed snack: big spoonful of peanut butta, bro. peanut butta got da good fats. plus, it’s delicious. wash it down wit another protein shake, bro. protein is errywhere.

step 3: look da part, bro – dress swole

u gotta dress like a jock bro if u wanna be one, bro. dat means tank tops, ripped sleeves, and da shortest shorts possible. show off da gains, bro.

bro style rules:

• tank tops: if ur tank top don’t show off ur nipz, it’s not tight enough, bro. show dem gains. u worked hard for ‘em.

• short shorts: since we do legs now, u gotta show ‘em off. da shorter da better, bro.

• backwards hat: always rock da hat backwards, bro. makes u look cool af, plus u can see urself flexin in da mirror better.

• sneakerz: just make sure they fresh, bro. u can’t roll into da gym lookin like a scrub. no sandals, bro. unless u got socks on, but dat looks dumb.

step 4: act like a jock bro – lifestyle moves

bein a jock bro ain’t just about liftin and eatin. it’s a way of life, bro. act like a jock bro errywhere u go.

bro rules to live by:

1. flex errywhere: if u see a mirror, bro, flex. don’t even think about it. just flex. people gotta know u swole. bathroom mirrors, car windows, store windows – all flex spots.

2. talk about liftin: u gotta talk about ur lifts erry convo. someone talkin about sumthin else? change it to how much u bench or how many reps u did yesterday, bro. lift talk = respect.

3. drink water from a gallon jug: u need a gallon jug of water, bro. carry it wit u errywhere. if u ain’t drinkin outta a gallon jug, people gon think u weak.

4. grunt loud at da gym: if u ain’t gruntin, u ain’t liftin hard enough, bro. da whole gym should hear u. u lift heavy, u grunt heavy. show ‘em who’s boss.

5. spot ur bros: always spot ur bro when he’s goin heavy. if he fails a rep, dat’s on u, bro. don’t let him down. bros always got each other’s backs.

conclusion: u got dis, bro

bro, if u do all dis, u gon be da biggest, most shredded jock bro in da world. just lift heavy, eat clean, drink protein shakes, and flex errywhere. it’s dat simple. don’t think too much, just do it. now go hit da gym, bro. let’s goooo!

#dumb #jock #meathead #bro #dumb jock #himbo #himbro #jockification

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Summing up jaune's crossover ships

WARNING THIS POST IS FOR COMEDY ONLY! I'M NOT CRITICIZING YOUR SHIP OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT!

1-KnightLight

You liked the dynamics of the two and the first film of the RWBY x DC crossover, but you are very sad knowing that Jaune and his team wouldn't be in the sequel.

2-Heavenly knights (Art from @brokentrafficknight)

Arkos but if Pyrrha was a knight and had a giant arsenal of armor and swords. Joking aside and a good ship, the two characters match.

3- Dolphin Knight.

You like dragonslayer and final fantasy. This is a good ship I must agree and I love the jokes about Tifa being Italian with Jaune.

4- Early Moon Knight

You like white knight and you really liked the idea of weiss from ice queendom then it comes to your head ''And you take the idea of weiss from ice queendom to the extreme'' and boom there is this ship.

5- Frozen Knight

Remember what I said about the previous ship and the same thing for this one but instead of going to the extreme you thought beyond the limit!!

6- Usagi Knight

Congratulations you want jaune's pelvis to be broken!

7- Lightning Blade

Two things: You think Jaune is a person who likes cats. You want jaune's pelvis to be broken with speed.

9- Bad Luck Knight

I can fix her/i can make him worse.

10- Empress Knight

Yep, nora haircut tip for Jaune was so good that it made even the empress from another dimension fall in love with him.

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Through Sickness & Solace (mini-series)

FT: Soap x gn!reader

Warnings: being sick (fever), febrile seizure, hospitals, moment of Soap trying and failing (?), please let me know if anything else should be here!🙏

A/N: The second part of the mini-series is here! I’m so excited to continue this journey with you all. I hope you’re all taking care of yourselves—whether that’s staying bundled up, drinking plenty of water, or just taking a moment to breathe. Thanks for being here, and I can’t wait for you to dive into what’s next!

SUM: When you fall dangerously ill, a fever pushes you into delirium, and Soap must confront his own fears and guilt.

Simon Riley John Price Gaz Garrick

Fever Dreams

The fever had seeped into your veins like molten metal, blurring the edges of reality and tightening its relentless grip on your senses. The world around you spiraled with dizzying heat, and each time you slipped under the blanket of sleep, it felt as if you were floating in a fever-dream. The once-familiar flat—shared with Soap, who had become a kind of anchor for you—transformed into a sweltering haze. The cool, white walls appeared softer, bending around the intensity that burned just beneath your skin, making it impossible to tell where you ended and the heat began.

What started as a scratch in your throat had stealthily blossomed into a sickness that wrapped itself around you, pressing down with a weight that made your bones ache. Time unraveled, each minute melting into the next, and you lost all sense of the world outside the four walls of your room. Only one thing was clear: you were alone with the fever, your body trembling beneath the thin sheets, the chill seeping in as if your own warmth was leaking away.

By the time you heard Soap’s familiar footsteps creak against the floorboards, it felt like a lifeline in a storm. He always had a way of breathing life into the room, his warmth a stark contrast to the clammy coolness of sickness that clung to you. Tonight, though, his usually booming entrance was tempered, his steps softer, aware of the unusual quiet that hung over the flat like a shadow.

When Soap finally entered, the dim glow of the lamp cast soft halos around him, illuminating his tousled hair and the tired, furrowed brow—signs of a long mission. His voice broke the heavy silence, low and gentle. "Hey, mate. You asleep?" The concern laced through his words wrapped around you, nudging you back from the brink of delirium, yet you barely managed a whisper in reply. Your limbs felt like lead, too weighed down to even move toward him.

Soap’s gaze lingered on your form as you lay curled beneath the sheets, your figure half-lost in the dim light. It wasn’t like you to go to bed so early, and the quiet unease stirred within him as he took in the frail shape of your body against the mattress. The room felt colder than it should, and though he reasoned you might have drifted off from sheer exhaustion, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He moved quietly, yet with purpose, rummaging through the wardrobe until he found a pile of warm sweaters and thick blankets.

As he layered each blanket over you with a care that bordered on reverence, a subtle pang of worry twinged within him. He brushed a damp strand of hair from your forehead, muttering under his breath, "Let’s get you warmed up, love." He didn’t see how your skin shone with a feverish glow in the soft light, nor did he catch the faint struggle in your breaths. The snug layers of fabric were meant to be comforting, a cocoon of protection, but they unwittingly stoked the fire raging inside you.

With each added layer, the fever within you grew fiercer, and the heat pressed down until it felt as though you were suffocating under its weight. Panic flickered within you, an uncontrollable need to escape from the intensity of the warmth. You twisted under the covers, but your body had betrayed you, every muscle aching, every movement a struggle. The fever clutched at you with a relentless grip, dragging you deeper until reality slipped and fractured around you, pulling you into a state of vivid delirium.

Soap sat nearby, watching as your body tensed and trembled, oblivious to the turmoil brewing beneath the blankets. It wasn't until your soft murmurs turned into strained gasps that he rushed to your side, his eyes widening as he realized you were struggling, helpless beneath the layers he had so carefully tucked around you. Panic flooded through him as he peeled back the blankets, his hands trembling as he brushed his fingers against your overheated skin. He called your name, his voice low but urgent, trying to pull you back from the edge of unconsciousness.

Without warning, your body convulsed, your limbs seizing in a wave of feverish heat. Soap's heart clenched as he unknowingly witnessed how the fever had dragged you into a seizure, each tremor a frightening testament to how close he had come to losing you. In that moment, the room filled with a frantic energy as he gathered you up, his voice steady despite the fear tearing through him as he dialed for help.

Later, the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital stabbed into your awareness, pulling you from the murky depths of delirium. Soap’s face was the first thing you saw, etched with worry and exhaustion, his hand tightly gripping yours. “You’re alright now,” he murmured, but his eyes betrayed the guilt that gnawed at him. "I thought you were just cold… didn’t think—" His voice cracked, breaking beneath the weight of what could have been.

The hospital room was a blur of movement, sterile walls and crisp sheets a world away from the cocooned warmth you remembered. Words drifted in and out as the medical staff moved around you, their voices mixing with Soap’s low murmurs, a grounding presence amid the chaos. They explained that the fever had triggered the seizure, that it was the buildup of heat, the layers of blankets too much for your body to handle in its feverish state.

When you were finally released, Soap was there, his demeanor softer, the usual jovial spark tempered with a quiet vigilance. In the days that followed, you noticed how he would check on you more frequently, peeking into your room, his gaze lingering on you longer than before. If you shivered, he would wrap you up in blankets, but always with a watchful eye, ready to remove them if your fever returned. His touch was gentler, his movements slower, as if afraid any sudden gesture might harm you.

“Next time, tell me when you’re not feeling well, yeah?” he said one evening, nudging you lightly with a soft smile, though his eyes still held the memory of that night. The two of you had settled into the couch, the warmth of his body against yours comforting yet careful.

And with each passing day, that warmth blossomed into something deeper, an unspoken understanding that lingered between you, a connection rooted in shared vulnerability. As you rested your head on his shoulder, you felt the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat beneath you, a constant reassurance that he was there. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close, and for the first time since that night, the warmth felt perfect—not suffocating, but a sanctuary.

Here's the current post schedule with some upcoming stories to look forward to!

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indelicateink · 5 months ago

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so today i fell down a rabbit hole with The Vampire Lestat. @aquarines made a good post noting rolin saying TVL will only be one season. which got me sitting down with the book to see how they could possibly speedrun this bad boy to cram it into 8 episodes (worst-case scenario; 15 if there’s a god).

idk about you guys, but I could squeeze it into a tight 9 episodes, MAYBE (estimates below)? BUT: I didn’t account for the present-day stuff, which would surely push it over 9 episodes by my outsider guesses(/wishes; I didn’t make huge cuts, just modest ones). and i adore you, lestat, but the present-day stuff is also hugely important to me. bc although the book is almost wholly autobiography of lestat’s past, they’ve promised us Louis and Daniel and Armand aren’t going anywhere. so they’ll surely be bringing in other plot from the rest of the chronicles, and possibly hints of Talamasca things bc of the sister show...?

like. the beginning of TVL's a piece of cake--

Downtown Saturday Night in the Twentieth Century - 1984

All exposition. Hi I’m Lestat and I’m a vampire and a rockstar. How I woke up from my long sleep. How I started my band. Omg the 20th C, I love it. Interview With the Vampire is a book that exists? Okay: here are some opinions.

This can be massively condensed to an exchange with Daniel, so that’s…16 pages down. Out of 481.

but the central part of the book–

(putting this wild ride behind a cut for book spoilers)

The Early Education and Adventures of the Vampire Lestat: Part I: Lelio Rising (44 pages [hardback])

lol THERE’S SO MUCH, THIS WHOLE CENTRAL “TEEAAOTVL” SECTION COULD BE THE WHOLE SEASON ALONE NO COMING UP FOR AIR, LBR. but it can’t be, so:

his early life/whole childhood summed up. shitty family, the running away, Gabrielle intro/characterization.

the wolves.

meeting Nicki, the romance (if they’re speedrunning, this is probably half montage and we possibly won’t get the witches’ place, his existential crisis, etc??), then peacing tf out from Auvergne.

starting life w Nicki in Paris, joining the theatre, falling in love with acting, signs of strain with Nicki.

hey, I’m being stalked.

Maybe they do a lot of implying with his early childhood/family situation and just jump right to the wolves; 23 minutes for Nicki and their romance; then boom Paris and hello theatre. 1 episode? [or, A BRUTAL EDIT: 5 minutes my life/family sucks beyond the telling, 5 minutes for the wolves, 10 minutes for Nicki, okaylet’sgotoparishii’minparisilovethetheater!! 10 minutes. In a 44-minute episode (why not), we now have 14 minutes for the present day.]

The Early Education and Adventures of the Vampire Lestat: Part II: The Legacy of Magnus (60 pages)

massively important part of the book.

abduction by Magnus, death/rape/turning by Magnus

learning being a vampire, learning how to be rich, rediscovering Paris & haunting/tainting his former life and Nicki, getting his newfound wealth/shit squared away with his attorney Roget, meeting Armand and the coven.

Gabrielle has come to Paris to die.

THIS IS LIKE 2--3 if life loves me--EPISODES RIGHT HERE. idek, the professionals will make this work.

realizing it's interesting louis told lestat's origin story to the whole world (unlike the books, where it's in lestat's book). the story louis had to practically pry out of him. lol uh hope the guy was okay with that.

The Early Education and Adventures of the Vampire Lestat: Part III: Viaticum for the Marquise (47 pages)

Gabrielle, Gabrielle, Gabrielle.

death/turning, learning to be a vampire along with the guy who doesn’t know how to be a vampire yet.

fighting with armand and the coven. armand stalking this guy like JOIN MY COVEN YOU TOTALLY WANT TO BE WITH ME JOIN MY COVEN, SON OF A BITCH WHY ISN’T THIS WORKING— meanwhile lestat is like…I admit this guy is super hot, but maybe a tool?

the coven abducts nicki (who lestat has been avoiding post-vampirism): lestat is officially done with this shit.

god they could make this 1 episode if they REALLY burn rubber, but it should be 2 because there’s so much to cover, and you know lestat would want Gabrielle alone to be like 3 episodes at the very least, lol. they might really change the coven stuff based on what they did in S2, which saves some time. [or, A BRUTAL EDIT: 20 minutes for gabrielle to die, be turned, the novelty of becoming a vampire, woo incest on main. 10 minutes of the coven pestering them and armand coming on heavy with the mind gift and obsessive stalking. 1 minute for omg Nicki kidnapped! we now have 13 minutes for the present-day.]

section 2, part IV. The Children of Darkness (52 pages)

the coven abducts lestat and gabrielle. Lestat’s devastating powerpoint for the coven that their life is a lie and they’re full of shit. existential crisis! the coven collapses. Lestat & Gabrielle drop the mic and leave with Nicki.

Nicki’s deranged from being a vampire chew toy and wants to be a vampire. Lestat only knows how to make really good, reasoned decisions, so ofc he turns him. that relationship implodes. Gabrielle teaches Nicki how to vampire.

okay, deep breath: Armand destroys everyone in the coven who doesn’t escape, Lestat encourages those vampires to figure out the new century, Armand preternaturally studies up on How To Be A Person In This Century (lestat describing him as insect-like as he consumes the contents of a library), Armand is STILL trying to seduce lestat via stalking, shit goes to hell between lestat and nicki and the theater of the vampires is created with Nicki and the former coven members (and later armand)

THISISSOMUCH. that could be like half a season right there. but! they could TOTALLY elide almost all the stuff with the coven here because it’s not hugely important to lestat’s arc? they already filmed lestat breaking it up (from armand’s POV) in s2. the focus of this part could be the relationship with nicki reaching its extinction-level event. okay. it’s not undoable that this is 1 episode, pooooossibly less with merciless cutting. [or, A BRUTAL EDIT: 12 minutes to refute Armand’s version—telling the coven to wake up to themselves and get a life off in the TdV, how Lestat didn’t tap the gremlin…idk, this blends pretty well into the next part. Maybe 24 minutes if they crush the Armand bits in this section with the next section. 7 minutes for the Lestat/Nicki implosion. We now have 1 minute for the present-day.]

The Early Education and Adventures of the Vampire Lestat: Part V: The Vampire Armand (41 pages)

before there was The Vampire Armand the novel, there was this entire section of Lestat’s book.

aaaand it starts out with armand seducing lestat with the mind gift (granted, you sense this was not super needed because lestat was already smitten, but armand is practical if nothing else), and he proceeds to either rape lestat or just drink off him by force, depending on how we’re reading that. lestat breaks the spell and fights him off, and beats the entire snot out of him in front of a crowd of party-goers in the rain.

then lestat and gabrielle take armand back to their place, because—lestat’s still fond of him! LMAO PEOPLE HE REALLY IS A WEIRDO, I CANNOT EXPRESS WHAT A VILLAIN CUT WE GOT IN S1

to hugely sum up: armand’s past, lestat learns marius exists and becomes obsessed that someone could be a Functional Vampire, armand reallyreallyreally wants to hang with lestat (and gabrielle) for eternity but they are like. pal. your thirst is destructive. a world of no. you gotta go figure out how to live in the world on your own.

okay here we get into total unknowns on how amc wants to handle this. do they devote an entire episode to armand now, or save it for his own interview? god, in deference to limited S3 time I bet they don’t go deep into his backstory beyond quickly dropping the vital marius info? this entire part V is potentially a whole-ass episode, though, buuuuut I feel like they could squeeze a decent amount of present-day stuff in that ep, too.

it would be objectively hilarious if lestat started to tell armand’s story and armand threw the shit fit of all time and they decided to skip it. (for now.)

The Early Education and Adventures of the Vampire Lestat: Part VI: On the Devil’s Road from Paris to Cairo (34 pages)

okay thank god we’ve come to a part that it would be easy(?) to majorly cut if need be. gabrielle & lestat travel, existential questions are asked, lestat searches for marius leaving giant carved-in-stone letters to him all over the place like a lunatic, gabrielle gets more and more restless/distant.

what’s important here: we learn about armand cutting off nicki’s hands, and nicki’s suicide.

oh, and that gabrielle sat on a letter for some time about how all of lestat’s mortal family except his father were murdered in the revolution, because she hoped he’d go off to the jungle with her or…idk, some fuckin thing, it’s wildly selfish.

anyway, lestat and gabrielle make their bittersweet split, and lestat is so depressed from everything that's happened that instead of going to new orleans as planned (his father had fled there), he goes into the earth to sleep for awhile.

then: hi marius. (AR does love her cliffhangers)

I mean. bullet points are: nicki’s death explained in a letter and lestat’s family’s death explained in a letter and gabrielle’s departure and marius’s entrance. It’s possible it’s not a whole episode. idk how fast they need to move, though.

The Early Education and Adventures of the Vampire Lestat: Part VII: Ancient Magic, Ancient Mysteries (109!!!!! pages!!!!)

okay. to sum: marius takes him home, we learn marius’s story (more to come in the Blood and Gold novel), we meet Akasha/Akasha allows Lestat to drink from her, Enkil is pissed, Marius asks Lestat leave (friendly) and hey, threatens to fuck his shit up if he tells anyone/any fledglings about the existence of Marius & Akasha & Enkil et al (not so friendly lol). this…matters later. as you know.

Lestat arrives in New Orleans.

lol SORRY MARIUS YOU FUCKO, WE CAN TOTALLY CUT MOST OF YOUR STORY FROM S3, YOUR CHAPTER IS MASSIVE, LOL. i honestly think they have to cut his big backstory except for an outline, jesus. we are so pressed for time. (i don’t truly hate you, marius, but christ you’re a pompous dick who has caused so much suffering.) but yeah, they’re going to have to keep in how he came to be caregiver for Akasha and Enkil and all that. It’s the Marius Mystique Episode. Anyway, the Akasha/Lestat here is HUGELY important, so that and Marius…this is all an episode’s worth at the very least.

Epilogue: Interview with the Vampire (16 pages)

jesus

this part is devastatingly sad.

“But my story isn’t finished, no matter how reluctant I might be to continue it. And I must consider, at least briefly, the painful events that led to my decisions to go down into the earth in 1929.”

here lestat touches on the events of IWTV very briefly; he’s far kinder speaking of louis in his book than louis was speaking of lestat. (also, ofc, when AR wrote IWTV she didn’t know TVL was coming. lestat has to poke holes in some things: yes, we were in love, explicitly [“Read between the lines.”]; louis didn’t know how gorgeous he was; omg I was down bad; I was wealthy and he didn’t understand that; we were doomed, I was selfish; I cursed claudia when I condemned her to that body and I deserved everything that came to me, I did it because I wanted to, I don’t regret our family; I don’t blame her for killing me, “it was the sort of thing I might have done myself”; our family was together almost 70 years, which is very long for vampires to stay together, apparently (note: the show gave this to armand and louis instead: don’t even talk to me right now?); but “little things like this don’t really matter. He told the tale as he believed it.”)

something important that I hope/anticipate they’ll come back to is lestat then challenging the events of the trial and armand’s betrayal. it’s an order of magnitude more fucked up in the book for lestat than how it seemed to play out in s2? so i’m not sure what to expect in the s3 POV.

and then: lestat goes to rot in nola, and eventually goes into the earth. before he goes underground armand visits him here in the 20th C to whine that louis—who, okay, I lied, is alive, and he didn’t know you were alive either bc I lied to him, too—has left armand after all these years together and btw lestat, can I hit? I know you’re busy rotting in your depression hovel, but I really, really could use the d right now. aaaand lestat tells him to go suck a fuck. (I guess we're leaving all that out, though.)

So it's only 16 pages, but this seems pretty important given that lestat’s POV on s1 and s2 seems kind of promised? and a counterweight to the villain edit he's had for the past couple years? do they condense this to 1 episode or pepper it throughout?

Dionysus in San Francisco - 1985 (28 pages?!)

ROCKSTAR LESTAT! aside from the parts of 1984 in the very beginning, this narrow chapter is all that actually exists of rockstar lestat!! rolin, please give us a healthier meal than this. I trust you on this implicitly.

so: vampires internationally threatening lestat and his band, rockstar lyfe, brief reunion with louis (shamefully SHORT), hey it’s the big concert, shit happens, oh shit it’s Gabrielle saving the day!, okay let’s adjourn and regroup tomorrow this has been a wild ride, OH NO AKASHA— finis.

I’m assuming this is threaded throughout s3, heavy on the final episode. the louis part we already know will be different--they've had a reunion.

idk how all that works, but I have total faith they’ll make good television.

I am baffled, on the face of it, how they pull in Louis—unless they get creative with blending in the other books NOW.

frex they could OPEN the season just dumping us in with Lestat at Marius’s island where he/we meet Akasha and touch briefly on that, and then flash forward to the present-day interview and jump around the telling of TVL like that. but, vitally, we’ve been introduced to Akasha from the start, so hints of her can start showing up in the present-day plot in a way that makes sense to the (unread) audience, which gives us a big plot-driving reason to spend a lot of time in the present day, with louis, possibly the talamasca, possibly Jesse and the fam. or the talamasca does an infodump on akasha early, idk.

whatever they do, I need them to be creative and get me so much louis up in here. matched! set! do! not! separate!

honestly I’m not sure how they squeeze this all down to 8 episodes without a chainsaw, but! again: i have faith. though honestly i'm hoping for 15 episodes.

#iwtv #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #it's hilarious how much total gremlin activity lestat describes in TVL while at the same time saying how fascinating armand is #the man is so torn #it's a hard pass but his dick is aesthetically a fan #iwtv s3 #the vampire lestat

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cashcart1er · 1 year ago

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Red - Handed

I guess I have to post this because all my other stories won’t post for sum reason🙄

IF YALL LIKE DIS ILL MAKE MORE PARTS

Summary: When she got back home from Wakanda, Shuri surprised Riri with her old suit. A couple days after that, a new student was introduced mesmerizing Riri. Riri had never felt like this before and she never wanted this feeling to stop. Riri was so obsessed to the point where she became friends with her and stalked her when they weren’t talking. No one is getting hurt…right?

Warning:Ironheart!Riri, Stalker!Riri ,Student!Riri Student!Riri, cuss words,violence, and mature language

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It’s been about 2 days since Riri came back home from a brawl involving 2 nations which one was under the fucking water. When she did get back all of her projects and other assignments were done thanks to Shuri. Even though that was the case, her professors were going to be on her back anyways just like how they are right now.

“Riri I think you should stay behind and help me clean up this place considering you haven’t been here to help at all.” Mr.Aston was the worst of them all. It was like her IQ was bothering him so much he wanted Riri to be bothered with him.

The bell rung shortly after he spoke to Riri and they started cleaning up some paperwork and cleared the board that was covered with lessons that were thought today. “Mrs.Williams I must ask, where have you been? If I’m being honest, MIT has been quite bland without you.” Riri chuckled because she knew that he meant he had no one to be all up on.

“Sorry I left you without someone to bother” She spoke sarcastically making him scoff. “I’m just harder on you because you’re smarter than all these other students.”

“Yeah ok. See you tomorrow Jeffrey.” He gasped as if she was trying to kill him. “It’s Mr.Aston to you-” “Bye Jeffrey” She closed the classroom door before he could get even more annoyed than he already was. Riri didn’t have any more classes that day so shenwas headed to the garage with Kehlani booming in her AirPods.

“Let me go ahead and add this to my playli-“ before Riri could even finish mumbling to herself, someone rammed into her shoulder like they’re at football practice causing her to fall in the middle of the hallway. “Have you lost your fucki- oh my” And there you were.

Usually in any other universe, the two soon to be love birds would become friends for a while until the have that mind blowing first kiss but this was different. You see this girl was not like any other girl. There was something about her mocha colored skin and they way her lip gloss was smoothly glistening on her lips.

This unknown difference sparked something in Riri. Something lovely yet something…obsessive. “Shit! I’m sorry I’m running late to a class” This girl helped Riri up with her soft hands as Riri could do nothing but stare. The was a small scratch on Riri’s forearm which the other female took notice in.

“Damn and I roughed you up a bit. I’ll make it up to you” The girl grabbed a piece of paper from her bad and began writing on it. “This..is my number. We could go out to eat sometime. I’m Y/N by the way. And you?” Riri snapped out the trance she was in to answer Y/N’s question “R-Riri uh Williams” Y/N giggled at her stutters as she put the slip of paper into Riris’ hand.

“I’ll call you soon Ri” It was almost like Y/N spoke in a flirty tone..then again that could just be Riris’ delusions. Either way, this wasn’t going to be Riris’ last time seeing Y/N even if her life depended on it.

Once she got to the garage she saw her boy best friend Q which she met in an engineering class. “Wassup Ri! The fuck you been? You know there has been some rumors about you being up in Wakanda and shit” Riri didn’t even acknowledge her friend at first as she was still replaying the conversation you and her had until he hit her on her shoulder.

“Oh what’s up” He scoffed at her dry response even though that’s how she usually is. “I said where the hell you been lil nigga?” Riri shot a mean glare at him due to the name. “First of all, why can’t I go somewhere without you asking where I was and Second, don’t call me lil cuz’ ain’t shit little about me nigga” He chuckled at Riris’ temper.

“Damn my bad. I see you about to head into the garage. Can I see what’s under that dusty ass blanket now?” Riri scoffed at his unnecessary insult to the cover that used to hold the original Ironheart suit. “No it’s been shipped somewhere. Even it wasn’t, I still wouldn’t let you see it because what’s under that is a secret.

Q whined at the shorter girl’s stubbornness. “Man whatever. Anyways after you done with whatever you gotta do, wanna get sum to eat?” Riri grinned a bit at the gesture. “If I’m not busy then maybe” Q was shocked because usually it was an immediate because she had ‘better things to do’ but Riri was in a good mood.

“For real? Cool see you later” Riri was about to remind the taller guy she said maybe but he was already running off. After that, Riri went into her garage ready to rebuild her suit that was already in the garage? “What the fuck?” There was a note on the chest area of the suit catching Riris’ attention.

‘Repaired your old suit! (Without using vibranium) I hope it’s the way you want it. You still need to lay low though. Those officers aren’t too happy about happy about Ironheart being back on the move’ - Shuri. This made the shorter girl chuckle. she was glad to be back to her old suit and anyone tell if they saw how she was embracing it right now. “Alright let’s get you updated”

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A couple hours had passed and it was about 10:45. Riri wanted to sleep in her dorm today instead of her trusty workshop just to worry about being late to class the next day. I soon as she stepped out her garage there you were again. You looked beautiful where you stood as your curly fro flowed in the crisp breeze. Before Riri could even get more lost in your eyes, you began moving onto your next destination which looked like the dorm A center.

Riris’ dorm center is dorm B but it wouldn’t hurt to make a small stop right? Riri began speed walking so she could close the gap slightly but left it open just a bit to keep her from getting caught. Riri kept a close eye on you as she slowly crept behind.

SNAP

Then just as things started to ease through, a fucking twig snapped. Riri dashed behind a trash can before you could notice her. “Yo anyone there?” You asked but no response was given back. “Let me just get to my dorm” you mumbled continuing your walk.

After a second or two Riri got right back up following you once again. If she was being honest, when she found out what dorm number you have she didn’t know what she was going to do with such information but she was going to see regardless.

They were just about there to the dorms but let you slip away slightly when you cut a corner. Riri was a bit behind so she needed to speed walk a bit. “Slow the hell d-“

SMACK

Riri were met with your fist as soon as she turned on the same corner as you. She fell down from the blow wincing. “Who are you and why the fuck are you following me perv?” You saw Riri and a look of confusion doused your face. “What the f-fuck? My nose is bleeding” Riri acted as if she was clueless why she was hit.

“You were just following me what did you think was going to happen?” “I wasn’t- shit following you! I was going to my friends crib and he’s in this dorm center” Riri was partially lying. Q did have a dorm here but that was definitely not the reason why she was headed here but of course, you became apologetic falling for Riris lie.

“Im so sorry I jumped to conclusions. Here come to my dorm I can fix you up” Riri accepted the hand you held out for her so you can help her up.

Now you’re really in it deep

#riri williams #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #dominique thorne #riri wiliams x reader #letitia wright fanfic #riri x reader

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heliads · 2 years ago

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Hii! Here we go, a request for Kaz x reader based on the song "Later never comes" from Scrooge. I think it could go in so many ways and I'm really excited to see what you envision for this particular fic!! Your writing never ceases to amaze me Lisa! Once again, thank you for listening!!😌✨️ (little kaz gif for inspiration)

what a song for what a man

masterlist

Kaz Brekker is not the type for pretty sentiment nor glowing praise. It is notoriously difficult to be near him as anything more than an enemy, which is part of what makes the Dregs so deadly as a gang. If they can put up with Dirtyhands for months at a time without losing their minds or their will to live, well, they can do just about anything. So they do.

You, then, are a wholly different substance. Not only are you Kaz’s friend, you’re in a relationship with him. Every damned soul this side of the True Sea and half those on the foreign shores, too, know not to mess with Kaz’s girl. You convinced the coldest heart in the world to fall in love, that must count for something.

You’d like it to count for something, at least, and at the beginning, it did. You and Kaz were unstoppable. He had a goal to rise above the ranks of petty thugs and street criminals, to lead the best Barrel gang and crush the others while he was at it. You helped him with it, and swore to be by his side until the sky finally fell.

It was good back then. More simple than now, at least, although it didn’t feel that way. What you’ve learned since those early days is that money tends to bring more trouble than anyone expects. Sure, as someone who’ll be a canal rat from their first breath until their last, you appreciate being able to have food in your stomach and a warm roof to keep you dry more than anyone, but you also know what it did to Kaz, and that’s something terrible, too.

The problem with finally getting to the top is that you have to stay there as well. Kaz spends every waking moment scouting out his enemies, making sure they’re too weak to stand against him and fighting them off if they ever reach that point. He runs through his sums and profits until the numbers swim behind his eyes. Business is booming, he’s recruiting more loyal soldiers by the day, and through all of it, he makes less and less time for you by the hour.

You knew exactly what to expect when you fell in love with Kaz in the first place. Greed is his god, his servant, his lever, his only reason for existence. He likes to say that he controls it, but it controls him just as much. Remove gold from Kaz and his entire empire plummets. You share that too, you loved him just enough to keep making excuses for his wealth knowing it would fill your pockets too, but you’re reaching your limit.

You didn’t think you could feel lonely in a city like this. The Barrel is crawling with people of every kind, saints and sinners and criminals such as yourself. The Slat alone is filled to the brim with the other Dregs. You’ve befriended as many as you could stomach, using their teasing banter to fill the increasing gap between your ribs that Kaz had once filled.

Even stepping outside the door has you washed away in a flood of conversation. Dozens of languages spin from hundreds of windows. Walk two streets down and it’s as if you’ve crossed five national borders. Ketterdam is a thriving mess of rotten civilization, thousands of souls spilling between your fingers wherever you go. It has never been quiet, and when the silence threatens to tear you apart, constant noise is here whenever you need it.

Recently, you’ve relied on that ceaseless din more than ever before. You talk to your friends, you complete your jobs, you count your coin just like your boyfriend, but it doesn’t stop you from remembering how it had felt to have Kaz back with you. You used to spend hours with him in his study, both of you poring through documents or mapping out a future.

Now, you can hardly take a step into his study without him asking you to leave him be. You’re not the only one facing his wrath; Inej and Jesper have also shared similar stories, but it hits doubly hard when you remember that you’re supposed to be the one easing the pain from Kaz’s life. Every time you try to reach out, he cuts you off with a blow of business and profits. There’s just no getting through to him.

So, you start pulling yourself back as well. The separation doesn’t hurt nearly as much if you stop giving Kaz chances to reject you again and again. You stop taking the rickety steps up to Kaz’s office, he never visited you anyway, so why should you waste your time on something he clearly doesn’t want? Kaz never leaves his work for meals, so you stop inviting him to eat with you. Might as well save your breath for people who’ll listen to you.

Inej knows how you feel, of course she does. There has yet to be a secret in this world hidden from the Wraith, and yours are no exception. She picked up on your gloom in about half a second, even before you realized how much you were hurting from Kaz’s absence.

She encouraged you to tell Kaz how you felt, insisting that Kaz was unaware of many human emotions, and he wasn’t likely to realize you were unhappy unless you told him. You tried many times and gave up after the ninth attempt. Each time you began that conversation, he dismissed you with a wave of his hand and a new excuse about work consuming his time yet again.

So you stopped trying. It’s funny, you’ve never had a problem with persistence in your life. The Barrel was not made for those who lay down and die after the smallest grievance. You clawed your way up to survive with bleeding palms, yet it is Kaz’s slights that hurt you like nothing else.

Every day feels like a fresh blow, knowing that he’s in the very same building as you yet refuses to see you for a second. After suffering death by a thousand cuts for the third month in a row, your broken heart slowly realizes what it has to do. If you want to live with the slimmest chance of happiness, you have to remove yourself from a situation in which you are not your lover’s priority.

There’s a train heading towards the rural, central parts of Kerch, closer to Belendt than Ketterdam. You’ve booked yourself passage there. A good opportunity awaits you: there’s a small hospital that’s found itself frantically growing. In need of a new owner, it sent out ads that reached your ears. As someone with a deep knowledge of crime and danger, someone who isn’t likely to be intimidated by threats by rivals, you’re a top candidate. You applied and heard back almost immediately with a resounding yes.

Just before you accepted the job and left, you gave Kaz one more chance. This time, you aren’t going to swallow back your words, even when he tries to dismiss you at the door. You knock once at his office door, balling your hands into fists at your sides for some semblance of strength before letting yourself inside.

Kaz looks up briefly, but you don’t think his eyes even manage to make it all the way up to yours before they snap back to the mess of papers in front of him. “Now isn’t a good time, Y/N.”

You clear your throat. “It needs to be now. There’s something you need to know.”

He sighs, still staring at the addendums to this month’s sums. “Does it have to do with business?”

“Yes and no,” you begin, but Kaz cuts you off.

“If it’s not urgent, it’s going to be a problem for later. I don’t have time for lesser concerns.” He says.

You refuse to move. “Later isn’t really a thing for you, Kaz. We’ve been waiting on later for months.”

“Have we?” He asks. As you watch, his attention slips away from you like grains of sand down an hourglass. Before your very eyes, he’s almost forgotten you’re there.

You take a breath in and out, then force yourself to speak again. “There’s a hospital in central Kerch in need of an owner. I’m moving out to take the position. This is the first time I’ve ever left Ketterdam, but it’s going to be good. It’s a lovely place, and the patients are in need of help. It’s a very nice opportunity.”

“Yes,” Kaz mutters absently, “very nice.”

You blink at him in surprise, but realize that he’s just parroting your words back at you. Despite the fact that you just confessed to leaving him behind, Kaz hasn’t picked up on a single syllable out of line. This is the last sign you need to know that you need to go. This is not a place where you are the center of anyone’s attention, so you might as well find somewhere else where you are.

“Goodbye, Kaz,” you say at last.

He doesn’t even manage a cohesive phrase in farewell, just keeps his eyes studiously scanning the page until the door closes behind you. Inej is waiting in the hall outside, perched up on the railing of the staircase.

“Well?” She asks hopefully, legs swinging in the air, “how’d it go?”

You shake your head tersely. “He didn’t even listen. I told him I was finding a new job and nothing happened.”

Inej’s face falls. “No. I really thought he’d react to that, but he didn’t in the slightest?”

“Not at all,” you confirm, “and that’s it, I think. There’s a train headed out tomorrow, I already bought my ticket.”

Inej’s lips twist into a frown. “You knew he wouldn’t respond?”

You nod. “Of course he wouldn’t. Kaz is Kaz, he was never meant to love someone like me. I don’t know what I was thinking to believe I could be the exception, but I was wrong. Kaz doesn’t want someone like that, certainly not me.”

“That just means he’s blind,” Inej declares, “you’re better than he deserves, Y/N. I’m sorry he can’t see that.”

“I’m sorry too,” you exhale, “but it’s over now.”

And so it is. You wake up early to catch your train, and Inej insists on seeing you off. You think she’s doing it in some part to convince you to stay, but your mind is made up. This is not a home for you, not anymore. Not until the people you love come to love you back once again. Until then, you need to clear your head by leaving.

You give Inej your address, just in case. If there was anyone in this world you’d trust to keep your secret, it would be her. She waves goodbye until the train disappears around the corner and you can see her no longer. After that, you’re left to the great unknown. You can only hope that it will hold half the contentment you’ve been missing for so long.

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Something is wrong, and Kaz knows it. The feeling has been itching at him for days now, this unsettling sensation telling him that all is not right in his world. Kaz does not like this feeling, he never has. Dirtyhands is always in control of his surroundings; Fate bows to him, that’s how it has always been. Even when he’s temporarily down, Kaz can conjure up a solution to fix whatever comes his way.

It would be nice, then, if he could figure out what the issue was. Kaz rarely has trouble immersing himself in anything but work, but he finds himself unable to focus now. Even the allure of more jobs and more kruge cease to luster in the same way.

After what is probably a shamefully long time, it occurs to Kaz that he hasn’t seen Y/N in quite a while. She usually drops by his office with a word of good news or a smile, bright spots in the midst of this gleefully dismal city, but Kaz doesn’t think he’s seen her in days. Since that feeling of trouble started, actually.

In a place like the Barrel, unsettling coincidences and strange absences usually mean someone has been murdered, so Kaz doesn’t think he’ll be able to rest until he has confirmation that Y/N is alright. Despite his best attempts at making sure he has no weakness, he can decisively say that Y/N would be just that. His traitorous heart has a way of skipping a beat when she’s around, a habit he tried to cure himself of at least a dozen times yet just made stronger by the day.

Yes, he needs her, and yes, her lack of visibility in his life is most certainly messing with his head. Kaz departs his office and heads down the stairs to her room in the Slat. He knocks once, waits, hears nothing, then knocks again. Of course, it is no trouble at all to assume that Y/N is merely busy or out on some other job, but for some reason Kaz gets the feeling this isn’t the case.

For one thing, there are no lights on inside, not even a small oil lamp left to heat the place. For another, Jesper accidentally upset an inkwell on this stairwell a while ago, and judging by the pool of black still undisturbed by her threshold, no one has entered or left this door in a couple of days.

Kaz is seriously starting to worry now. There’s one person who knows everything in this place, so he turns to track down Inej in the hopes of finding out if she’s seen anything. When he looks back towards the stairs, though, he realizes that she’s beat him to the punch. Inej has appeared out of the gloom to lean against the stairwell, eyes wide and expectant.

Kaz’s fingers harden around the crow’s head of his cane. “What do you know?” He asks, cutting to the chase.

Inej arches a brow. “About what?”

His eyes narrow. “Don’t feign ignorance, Inej, I know you have some hand in this. Where is Y/N?”

Inej folds her arms across her chest. “You know, I was wondering how long it would take you to notice.”

Kaz doesn’t remember walking over to her, only that he blinks and he’s looming over her, the slow cold of rage icing over his veins. “Wraith, I am not in the mood for games. Tell me where Y/N is or–”

Inej has rarely been frightened of him, and she certainly isn’t now. “Or what, Kaz, you’ll ignore her again? Do you know how long Y/N has been coming to me, distraught because you refuse to give her the time of day? She’s been trying for so long to convince you to love her, and she left because she realized that you never would.”

Kaz feels thunderstruck. “What do you mean she left? And why would she think that?”

Inej gives him one of her knowing looks. “Y/N wanted to find someplace she could live where the people around her wouldn’t push her away every time she spoke to them. And don’t glare at me like that, Brekker, because I tried to talk her out of it so many times. That’s more than you, by the way. She told you she was leaving straight to your face and you didn’t even notice.”

Kaz opens his mouth to say that’s not true, that he would absolutely have picked up on Y/N mentioning that, and then he remembers the last time she dropped by his office. He’d been distracted by reports that Pekka’s profits had been growing. She had something about— about— a hospital, yes, that was it, someplace nice. She was going someplace nice, and he hadn’t realized it in the slightest.

Kaz raises a gloved hand to his temple. “She said goodbye and I acted like nothing happened. Kept telling her we’d talk later.”

Inej nods knowingly. “Later never comes, Kaz. None of us have time for such promises.”

He scowls at her. It’s always easier to hate someone else than himself, although he can’t quite manage it now. “Alright, then, if I wanted to go about fixing things, how would I do it? Where is she?”

Inej refuses to divulge that information quite yet. “Do you really want to fix things? You spent all this time ignoring her. Why should you force your way back into her life just to do it again in a couple more months?”

Kaz sighs, the ghostly sound of his regrets leaving him in the same manner as a soul: all yearning, all hopeless musing that nothing will ever be better. “Because now I know what it’s like to be without her, and I don’t ever want to do that again.”

“Even for kruge?” Inej asks, still suspicious.

“Even for kruge,” Kaz answers, fighting a bitter taste in the back of his throat. Is he really so predictable that she’d have to ask?

Inej eyes him a moment longer, then sighs and relents. “Alright, then. What you’re going to want to do is take a train south, away from the city…”

Kaz hasn’t thought about leaving the Barrel in quite some time. He almost doubted he could leave, like the city has such a deep chokehold on him that his lungs would give out the second he passed the borders of Ketterdam. Forget the fact that he’s been as far as Fjerda, Ravka, and the like; abandoning the Barrel to some distant whiff of grime and penance behind him feels like some unnameable sin.

The feeling lessens the further he gets into the country. The rolling hills and clear skies remind him of a different time in his life, a different last name. Rietveld, not Brekker. A simple schoolboy, not an immoral conman. If Kaz were to see the boy he’d once been on the streets today, he’d probably rob him blind without a second thought. That’s what had happened to him. It’s what happens to them all. Something is taken from you, you get your revenge by taking from someone else. So the cycle continues.

Out here, though, the relentless surge of predator and prey seems farther away. Its claws slack, its hold on Kaz grows thin and tenuous. Before he knows it, he’s blinking in the bright sunlight of a Kerch that has not been his in quite some time. He was never supposed to go back. Not alone, at least.

He isn’t alone, though. He’s here for somebody. Kaz managed to pry the name of the hospital out of Inej, and he asks for directions from a nearby locomotive worker. After that, it’s just a matter of hitching a ride and heading over.

The hospital is quite busy, but even amidst the hustle and bustle, Kaz spots Y/N immediately. She’s writing down notes on a book cradled in her arms, calling out directions to people as she passes them by. Kaz takes one hesitant step forward, then two, and she sees him at last.

He’d like to say that one look at her made the uproar around him die down. Instead, he thinks it doubled in volume. The shrieks of children with sprained ankles are amplified by the erratic beating of Kaz’s heart. Younger patients swarm around him, and maybe it’s just the threat that one of them will bump into him out of nowhere but Kaz swears he starts seeing ice water instead of warm air, and limp, plague-ridden bodies instead of groaning victims.

One elderly man with a broken leg weakly closes his eyes to preserve strength and Kaz feels his entire system lock down. Suddenly, he’s no longer Kaz Brekker, man on a mission, but the younger Rietveld boy, doomed to drown with the rest of the corpses in a city on fire.

Just when he’s sure he’s going to implode, Y/N is in front of him, somehow clearing a path across the busy scene. She gestures for him to follow and Kaz does, not trusting himself to speak lest the bile in his blood finally come out.

Only once they’re alone in a room with the door closed can Kaz finally begin to breathe. “I came for you,” he manages to gasp out.

Y/N nods, eyeing him hesitantly as if she expects him to run. “I didn’t know if you would.”

Kaz is not so far gone that he can’t feel a pang of hurt at her words. “I didn’t realize I had sunk so low in your opinion.”

Y/N purses her lips. “I always had a high opinion of you. Months of you ignoring me, though, that made it hard to stick around.”

Kaz nods once, a mechanical motion. “You’re certainly receiving a fair amount of attention here.”

He’s not sure if he means it as a jab or not. Y/N isn’t either. “Yes, well, there’s definitely no lack of activity here,” she says crisply, “I could use some personal space, though.”

“Is that why you came all the way out here?” Kaz asks plaintively, “or was it just me?”

Y/N looks away. “Both,” she decides at last, “I’d been wondering about exploring the world and I didn’t like living in a place where the person I loved couldn’t care less about me.”

He appreciates the truth, he always has. Still, it hurts, and more than Kaz thought mere words possibly could. “I always cared about you,” he whispers.

Y/N glances carefully back at him. “Is that why your books have spent more time on your mind than me?”

Kaz can’t ignore the dig, especially not since it’s true. “I was wrong. I grew so used to having you around that I took you for granted. You were always there. It didn’t occur to me that you wouldn’t. I should have tried harder to make you stay.”

The words are hard to force out at first, but they get easier as time goes on. Y/N seems to accept this. “And you’ve changed in a few days? Seen the error in your ways and had a complete personality switch?”

“Well,” Kaz manages to croak, “I think that’s impossible. Even Inej’s Saints couldn’t do that.”

“Inej,” Y/N smiles, “what did you have to do to convince her to tell you where I was?”

“I told her the truth,” Kaz admits, “which is that I needed you more than anything. More than money. More than the jobs.”

Y/N’s eyes are wide. “And she believed you enough to tell you my address?”

Kaz inclines his head. “You have a job here. One you enjoy, if your activity level is any indication. I know how important that is. I won’t ask you to leave that for the Barrel if this is truly what you want.”

He hesitates, and Y/N picks up on it in a flash. “And the catch?”

Kaz levels his gaze at her. “I would, however, ask you to leave for me. If I promise you my time, would you come back?”

Y/N is silent for far too long for Kaz’s liking. At last, the faintest trace of a smile appears on her lips. “I already signed the job contract for my position at the hospital.”

Kaz feels his heart shatter on the ground. “Does that mean you can’t come back?”

Y/N shakes her head. “It means I’m glad I only signed on as a temporary measure while they look for a new candidate. I’ll tell them to hire the next in line.”

Kaz must have quite the expression, because Y/N breaks out into laughter. “Oh, don’t worry too much,” she says, “I don’t think I could ever leave Ketterdam. Not easily, at least. I knew that the second I boarded the train. Leaving has its merits, but I’ll always want to return more than I want to go.”

Kaz nods again, then steels himself and holds out his hand. “Shall we go, then?”

Y/N stares at his hand, then smiles and takes it. For once, the expected wave of revulsion upon physical contact doesn’t happen. All Kaz feels is calm, like a ship that’s been finally tied to an anchor.

“Yes,” she replies, “let’s go home.”

requested by @zaypay, i hope you enjoy!

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moon-thething · 2 years ago

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Father!Kevin x child/teen!reader

I am so sorry for this inconvenience, I totally forgot to enable the ask button. But I think it sould be enabled as of now

Now onto your ask. I would be delighted to write this :)

I decided that I'm going to make two headcanon board's. One where the reader is Skid and Pump's age, and one where the reader is the Hatzgangs age :)

Romantic or platonic?: Platonic/romantic

Readers gender: gender neutral

Type: Fluff

Hope you enjoy this!

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Skid and pumps age:

Kevin would be very protective of you to say the least

He would absolutely freak out if anything happened to you, even a little scratch would make him freak out and run around the house looking for a band-aid

"Dad! It's just a scratch!" Y/n whined s they watched their dad run around the house frantically

"But it can get infected and then your arm will fall of!" He yelled, grabbing the pack of band-aids as he rugged back to you and out one of your scratch

He let out a sigh of relief as he collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion as you just giggled and ran back out outside

Yeahhhh, you don't tell Kevin about small injuries half of the time

I feel like he would sneak out a little bag of candy when his shift is over and give them to you. He just likes to see your eyes light up every time he brings home candy

If you started to hang out with Skid and Pump, he would be devastated. I mean, he's glad you're making new friends but, Skid and Pump? Seriously?!

Although he does warm up to them eventually, he knows the dangerous things the two get into every single day.. well maybe not every day but they do get into dangerous situations often

Every time you come back home after hanging out with Skid and Pump he'd jump to you and check for any injuries

And of course every time you'd come back, there are none. Which of course makes Kevin reliefed, but still does not make him trust Skid and Pump

Anyway, when it comes to you getting bullied, you better believe he's gonna at least try and beat us the kid. But if course since he is an adult he doesn't have the ability to hurt a child

But he has the power to give the most disgusting candy to the kid when they come to the candy store. Yes, it may get him fired, but he's the only worker that actually takes extra hours, and to be honest, he's the only quote 'good employee' end quote

If you come to his workplace he will 100% py attention to you. Honestly, if someone tried to steal candy he wouldn't notice, unless you point it out that is

I bet on every Halloween he'll go out of his way to make you a costume. Oh, you'd like to be a ninja turtle? Boom, now you're one of them

To sum things up he is a really loving father, but he can be overprotective at times

Hatzgangs age

Now, when you're a teen he wouldn't worry that much about you. Yes he still worries when you get hurt but he isn't overreacting over a small paper cut. But he still treats your wound's

He wouldn't tell you to 'wak it off' when you get hurt, but he wouldn't run around the house screaming like a little girl trying to find the first aid kit

He would still steal small candies from the store for you, but not as often. But you still appreciate that he keeps the tradition, at least it's a tradition for the two of you

"I'm home!" Kevin yelled, his eyes half lidded as he closed the door behind him. Letting out a sigh of relief as a smile spread across his face seeing you enter the room

"Welcome home dad." You said, walking towards him as you gave him a hug, "I cleaned up the house a little. Since I know how much you hate seeing the house dirty." You smiled warmly towards him

He returned the smile as he rested a hand on your cheek and kissed the top of your head

"Thank you." He sighed, ruffling your har a little as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small plastic bag filled with candy, "I guess you deserved this." He chuckled s he put the bag in your hands

"Thanks dad, you're the best!" You yelled, hugging Kevin as you ran back into your room

When you start to hang out with the Hatzgang, he'll be a little worried but he knows you'll be able to protect yourself

He'd always laugh when he sees you wearing a hat around the house. But it's always lighthearted

If you got in trouble at school, no matter what, he's always on your side. Oh, you beat up a kid at school? You have to have a reason, since he knows you don't beat kids up out of the blue

He'll just be sitting in the principal's office with you as the principal talks crap about you. He always takes you out for ice cream afterwards, well if it isn't that big of a deal that is

He'll often see you at his store with the Hatzgang, and he loves that you slap Roy's hand every time he tries to steal something from the store. He also gives you a discount on candy so it's a win win situation

Like when you were little, he'd always go out of his way to make you a Halloween costume. And if you're an artsy kid he'd help you with any supplies you might need for your costume

If we're being honest, he'll be kind of sad if you didn't want to dress up for Halloween, like- at least put on a costume so that he can take a picture!

Anyway, caring dad that isn't as protective but still loves you to bits

#spooky month x reader #spooky month #added reader #child reader #teen reader #headcanons #sm kevin #sm skid and pump #hatzgang

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summonerluna · 6 months ago

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💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

Most of the romantic moments from the current WIPs are also sad!

This is kind of long but it's cute and kind of romantic and is ALMOST hot. Post botw, pre-relationship.

He is…beautiful. Afternoon sun shining bright on his bare shoulders, his hair down and whipping across his face in the wind. His scars on display, and this time she thinks of them not with guilt, but with pride. He fought to his last breath for her, to be sure, but it was never just for her. He fought, in the same way that she did. For Hyrule. For a future. And he came back and fought again, despite having so few memories of what he was even fighting for. She remembers a time, not long after they finally started to get to know each other. Her first visit to Spring of Courage–to any prayer spring for that matter, once she stopped seeing him as a mockery of her failure, and started to see him as perhaps the only other person in Hyrule who might actually understand the desperation she felt. They left the spring, and she wanted to take advantage of their location to see some of the shrines in Faron; it was so far away from anywhere else she had reason to go, and she figured it may be her only opportunity. Link did not argue–out of duty, or because he didn’t want to risk their tenuous friendship, she wasn’t sure, and a day later they found themselves at Lakeside Stable. It stormed, while they were there. Not uncommon for that area, but this storm was particularly vicious, and while they were waiting it out a woman ran in, wailing that her child had run across the bridge ahead of her but never made it to the other side. Link was on his feet immediately, and he looked to her–to her, silently asking permission to go help, and she stood as well. Told him to please, please be careful, and watched him disappear into the booming thunder and violent sheets of rain. The storm raged. The woman, the mother, cried, and the stablehands offered comfort. Zelda knows she paid the owners an extreme sum of money so everyone present could have warm food, tea, and dry blankets, but she couldn’t say how much; all she could do was stand at the edge, rain splashing from the ground onto her boots, eyes never leaving the path her knight–her friend–had taken. And then–a shadow, moving through the pouring rain. A figure–two figures–emerging. Link, carrying a child no bigger than Prince Sidon, and the boy’s mother tearing past to take her son into her arms. Link, raising his hand to the back of his neck in a gesture Zelda had come to recognize, as the woman pulled him into a fierce hug. And Link, approaching the stable. Hair down and stuck to his face. Mud spattered from his knees to his forehead. She half ran through the rain to greet him, to make sure he was okay, and he gave her that same sheepish smile. She is pretty sure that’s the moment she started to fall in love with him. He doesn’t look sheepish, now. He looks comfortable. Calm. He is at home here, in the glow of the ocean, and she is more certain than ever, it is not his skill with a blade or speed with a bow that makes him a hero. It’s the awkward boy who would risk his life for a stranger, the same way he would for a princess. He is who the sword cried out for her to save. “I…” she starts to say. She should have kissed him. That day in Faron, everyone in the stable watching be damned. The countless times he held her, while she cried in a spring, or woke from a nightmare. That day in the woods, as they ran from her burning home… He takes another step closer to her and she starts to lean in, just in time for another wave to crash into them, knocking both of them off balance and into the water.

#luna answers #zeldaelmo #zelink #fanfic

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sliptohk · 4 months ago

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Prompt #6: Halcyon

The previous day had offered ample openings for the selectors to display their character. A message conveyed by choice of both company and announcer. Everything from demeanor to dress laying a finger upon those scales. Bets were already stacking up at gambling dens catering to the event, irritation and pride on full display as favorites were quickly decided upon. And heavy sums dropping upon the perceived longshots in the whole affair. It was hardly surprising that Silent's crew were the frontrunner. The notorious exporter enlisting them made abundantly clear just how astonishingly skilled there were amongst the many they had hired across the star.

Some blame for the Winds of the Broken Mountain trailing the pack did fall upon Ellory. Had she been her usual exuberant self then that infectious energy would have undoubtedly turned a larger portion of the crowd to their side, but instead things had fallen upon the shoulders of the intimidating roegadyn serving as their vanguard. Sadly, burly bodyguards were not so rare a show as to have drawn any great interest in Ul'dah. And tattooed Ala Mhigans were a simple stone's throw from the gates as one inebriated observer had joked. Shortly before Arlette chased them off with a few swift kicks. One would need to be heavily intoxicated to consider it a wise choice of words so near the gates.

While it may have stung their pride, they did take advantage of the poor reception. Long odds made for excellent payouts when they undoubtedly returned to the city in triumph.

It never hurt to put down a little coin on oneself to supplement the contract.

A blessed one with Raahdi Naseem. The aged artifact collector showed little interest in pageantry or reputation. Their sole concern was the rare find rumored to be lost with the missing courier. And should their partnership be mutually advantageous, there was always more work in the field of reclamations. Things so rarely held grudges over a job. It made for a much more relaxing line of work.

There was little time to linger upon regret with a fresh chance to capture the imagination of observers. Excitable chocobo tugged at their reins with sharp jerks. Heavy feet stamped hard enough to kick up a small cloud of dust. Metal jangled and leather creaked as those eager mounts strained to take off. Only upon the chiming of the sixth bell were they unleashed.

Ellory was the first to give Scirocco his head. Hot wind caught her hair, loosened from its braids for the morning to dry after a thorough cleaning while they enjoyed the luxury of a hot bath. A stream of red snapping behind her as she loosed an excited 'whoop' with stalwart companions following their lead. Others joined them, as We Wretched Few and Hear Us Roar were just as eager to raise a cloud of dust in that mad dash from the city. Just long enough until the morning haze hid them from sight, when they would fall back to a more sedate pace.

Running out one's birds made for a poor start to the lengthy journey ahead.

Merciless ran behind, falling further back by the moment. It seemed they were trusting a solid jogging pace to see them through rather than spending the coin on chocobo of their own. Not that anyone much cared about their reasoning. An advantage was an advantage. And the chanting circle of mages certainly seemed to be looking for one of their own. Aether glimmering about them as they gradually completed whatever mystical ritual they employed to send them whirling off to whatever distant aetheyrte awaited them. The competition was truly on. Ellory's heart soared with the thrill of it.

And her mouth opened into a booming song as fine chocobo ate up malms yet before they would tire.

"Many nights so far away! My mother sure to worry! But fret not ye loving heart! I'm coming in a hurry! Father! Hunt! Fell mighty beast! Your daughter comes in hungry! For loyal friends a welcome feast! Bring honor to our country!"

"Welcome feast for loyal friends!" Frozen Crater bellowed out, before Molten River finished, "We shall accept it humbly!"

As strong as the road may call, returning home to Dravania never failed to salve a deep longing. Ancient forests teaming with game and the raucous sounds of wild chocobo amidst that rugged country. Scirocco ran all the quicker, as if sensing a return back to those self-same woods his predecessors had roamed from time immemorial. Which was admittedly not necessarily an expansive stretch given the lacking oral, and written, history of chocobo as a species.

Though neither Oliver nor Arlette shared the sheer height of excitement as the native Dravanians did, Ellory hardly minded. It was their homeland. Perhaps the others would find it harder to suppress their feelings were they stopping by Gyr Abania or the Twelveswood. They would hardly begrudge them a brief visit, before business called them away to the chilly embrace of Coerthas.

Even as she her mind wandered, her song did not linger. A bubble of laughter at her accompaniment threatened to derail the notes for only a fleeting moment.

"Ward away those frigid nights! We're spoiled by the warmth! In payment ask us anything! In service we'll set forth! Dravania! You call us home! In your rough, demanding voice! Once we left near fully grown! Striplings set aside their toys!"

"Cheerful's still not fully grown!" Crater got a snort of feigned offense for that crack, before River got much the same, "And still she makes such noises!"

"Satchels filled with precious gifts! Proof of our distant journeys! Swell with pride for trophy earned! Of your Winds' name we're worthy! Just beware of foulest lies! No curse from my lips passes! Innocent of boorish cries! Like bloody swivin' arses!"

The brothers sang in unison, "Makes our virtuous ears burn! Vagrant will tan her lass'!"

Turning slightly on her saddle, Ellory finally did break from her song long enough to shout back to the two of them, "You better not tell my mother!"

#ellory sparrow #ffxivwrite2024 #ffxivwrite

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cosmicalily · 5 months ago

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stray kids 'ate' album review and ranking!

ugh omg i always say this about every album BUT THIS IS ONE OF THEIR BEST. this is going to change lives and literally be more influential than the renaissance, mark my words. i love skz's mashups because its so fun to piece together all the bits and pieces when you listen to the full album! from the very beginning, i claimed 'i like it' as my track because it had me going feral just from the snippet and i am OVERJOYED to say that it is still my favourite probably because i can lowkey relate to it which isn't actually a good thing help but we live and we love. the whole album is absolutely delectable and the title track is STUNNING! every track feels like it's literally the highest quality and i adore that, that's one thing skz never skimp on and i loved seeing how they talked about how they wanted to release the album earlier but didn't to work on the songs. i feel like not enough bands in kpop do this (not the fault of the bands, the fault of the companies) and they end up releasing really low quality music because it has a very limited timeframe and they're releasing tracks so often, so to see skz put so much effort (as they always do) to really make sure the album is the best it can be is so reassuring to me that there's a reason they are and always have been my number one and stood out to me. anyway, remember that this ranking is entirely my opinion and honestly there were NO misses in this album. they truly ate, if you will. feel free to disagree and let me know your faves in the comments!

'i like it' - NOT THE SITUATIONSHIP TRACK?? for some reason, i always fall in love with the dysfunctional relationship tracks (see: "collision" and "chill" being two of my all-time faves), and i think i'm realising it's because i relate to them in a way that's probably not good (there's this boy i've been very on and off liking and he might like me back but the mixed signals we're sending each other is so confusing) anyways, my gosh this track is absolutely delicious! when i first heard it in the mashup, i knew it was going to be the one i became addicted to. i listen to all of skz's songs pretty regularly, but there's a certain collection of songs, usually one per album, that just have something that has me fully addicted and unable to avoid. i get this feeling as soon as i hear the song in the mashup track and just immediately KNOW that its my 'one'. i'm seeing skz's 'dominate' tour for my birthday with my stay mama and they BETTER perform this song or i will be contacting people, and i'm not even kidding. there's a reason i befriended all the eshays in my school; we will take over jyp if i don't get to hear this live.

'runners' - I ADORE A WHOLESOME 'teamwork makes the dreamwork' ASS SONG AND SKZ HAVE BEEN WORKING OVERTIME HANDING THEM OUT LATELY! this is my lego batman movie track (sorry @thevampywolf) like it just gives 'teamwork makes the dreamwork' and i adore that. it reminds me a lot of 'blind spot', which is a song i hold very close to my heart, and the whole vibe these tracks give me is just nostalgia. 'lego batman movie' is the only way i can sum it up, but hear me out; that's my all time favourite movie, and i feel the same way about that movie that i do about these songs. i feel so proud (everyone's overcome so many challenges and come together!) and also so comforted (we've been rooting for them the whole time and they made it!). when i heard those vocals in the mashup, i knew this was going to end up being an album favourite. it's always the final chorus that gets me, 'blind spot' did the exact same thing. i love this so much. i love skz so much. if this is the outro song at the concert, i'll probably start bawling (i will regardless).

'chk chk boom' - i hate my brother. HATE HIM. he was watching the mv with me (he's also a stay) but had the nerve to say 'it lowkey sounds like dame tu cosita'. HE DID NOT. i won't be able to listen to it without thinking of that now. but i love this song, so i think i can cope. it's an absolute BANGER and feels so skz but also so different which i love! it's different, which skz always do, but also catchy. it's really difficult to create a track that is simultaneously super new and out there but also very memorable and easy to listen to, but skz have nailed that balance. i love the chorus, but the in between verses actually stuck out to me more for this one! the beat is so addictive and jisung in particular really stood out with his raps in this for me; he always feeds us good but this felt like it unlocked a new level of iconic. felix looked absolutely magical in the mv, and i'm so happy to see his freckles out and about! jeongin...don't even speak to me about him. it's reinforced the reason why i ended up with three biases: there's literally no way i can choose between him, minnie and hyunjin. my mum (minho bias) was also super excited to see minho get chorus time in the teaser! they all did so, so well and i'm so proud of my boys. the wait was well, well worth it.

'twilight' - the way this went straight onto my comfort song playlist was crazy; i was so excited to find out the piano sample in their teaser videos was actually in a song because i LOVE tracks like this! although i play a lot of high energy music, chill stray kids songs are probably the ones i end up listening to the most, because they're so comforting, especially when i'm going to sleep or overwhelmed. the beat for this is also really nice, and i like how simple the instrumental is, which allows their vocals to really shine through. i hope they do a live performance of this at the concert as well, it's so beautiful and feels so dreamy.

'mountains' - i'm not a huge shouty chorus fan, but when the mood is right, the mood is right, and THE MOOD IS RIGHT. will be screaming this at the top of my lungs when (not if) they perform it; it's such a banger and it was the PERFECT intro song for their album. the tracks skz select as the intro tracks are always so well fitted in setting the mood for the full album, which i think is so important (the worst thing is an album that lacks a consistent concept and theme). also, the background vocals are absolutely ADDICTIVE. as soon as i heard them in the unveil for this song, i lost my mind. i adore skz's vocals, i adore skz's raps; when they combine the two, i go ABSOLUTELY FERAL. this sticks with me the same way 'maniac's chorus does.

'stray kids' - don't. i'm going to cry. felix's soft vocals starting the song?? (no joke, when he started singing more and not just rapping, it felt like there was a whole new member's vocals in there; they're such a contrast to his usual and so angelic). this feels like another 'lego batman movie' track in the way it makes me feel so nostalgic and comforted; this song feels like watching a montage of their biggest, happiest moments and I FEEL SO PROUD OF THEM. i've been with them for so long, and know it's gonna take the world to stop me for me to leave.

'jjam' - I KNOW, YOU KNOW, LEE KNOW?? thank you skz for keeping that joke alive!! i know that the 'megaverse' and 'freeze' enthusiasts are going to lose their mind over this. ill admit, i don't usually listen to this kind of music since i find i have to be in a specific mood for it, but this would HIT SO HARD when i need it to. also only stray kids could write a song about condiments and make it slap so hard; part of me was expecting it to just mean 'jam' in the music sense and not necessarily literally but i love them using a double meaning. i was expecting a track similar to 'ssick' (because of the double first letter) but it's super different and i actually love that. slapped.

'chk chk boom festival ver' - LMAO NOT THE CLUB REMIX but on a serious note this does absolutely eat with the style of the song, skz are always very good at picking the right style of a remix to do for their songs (unlike producers that spam remix albums that sound so cheap COUGH 'one spark remixes' COUGH 'smart remixes' COUGH 'moonlight sunrise remixes') like this and the rock ver of 'lalalala' both work very well in their albums and this would go hard at a rave (acting as if ive been lmao) !!

#felix stray kids #star blabs #stray kids #kpop #skz #stray kids album #skz album #skz ate #stray kids ate #ate #skz comeback #stray kids comeback #album review

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