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i just remember something i meant to ask ages ago but why did Valentinos relationship with Honda end so bad like was he already wanting to switch bike for the 2004 season or was he happy to stay at Honda if things didn't go sideways. Cause I know why he left Yamaha for Ducati, i just haven't found definite sources and reasoning for his Honda to Yamaha switch. (also while i'm here I am going to start a vale career watch once I finish Marcs (upto 2019 atleast i dont think im ready for the honda dark years just yet so i'll make myself feel a little better by watching Vale who will also be joined by Dani, Jorge and Casey)) so excited to watch caseys 2007 season when I get to it, i'm Australian and i've always been aware of him i saw an advert of his on my train the other day so that was fun this ask got so sidetracked sorry, but i'm definalty going to go over your race rec tag but i'll probably just end up watching whole seasons cause i like having the context of things if something in a previous race is going to set up tension in later races.
okay, so this is MOSTLY covered in the sete post. which I understand is a bit long lol so I'll try and give the sparknotes version here. he was getting kinda miserable at honda! winning felt too routine... the way he frames it is that he didn't feel like honda particularly appreciated his efforts and thought it was mostly just their bike doing the trick, not the rider. he talks about it in this autobiography excerpt - he felt like nobody was really getting enthusiastic about his victories anymore, that it was just expected of him, and honda didn't really give a shit if it was him or someone else doing the winning. throw in the press who were also giving him a tough time in early 2003... it just wasn't fun anymore. valentino needs stimulation, he needs challenges, he wants to feel like he's part of a team and he wants to feel loved by that team (and love them in return). it's partly an ego thing and partly just... a question of passion. winning felt too easy and it felt like it had lost his meaning - like it was just a job
and y'know, yamaha did actively court them. which even valentino at the beginning was deeply sceptical of... even though he already felt dissatisfied with honda over the winter of 2002-03, switching to another manufacturer just felt like competitive suicide. he was also being courted by ducati - and even though it doesn't seem like he seriously considered that, until quite late in the season it looked like he might go any of three ways. iirc ducati was willing to throw a particularly obscene amount of money his way lol. but in the end, valentino felt that ducati would be much like honda in their disconnect from its riders and their refusal to listen to them (gosh, could someone not have read his own words back to him in 2010). yamaha was willing to build their whole team around him... and it was also just a special challenge. it'd be something new!! valentino isn't really built for easy domination I reckon, like he just has a trigger in his brain every 2-3 years that starts making him a bit restless idk
and yeah, I always think watching full seasons is well worth it!! there's some seasons that really live and die by the complete storylines, the sense of tension and build-up - especially the first half of 2003, 2004, 2006 and 2008 don't work anywhere near as well without context I reckon. and obviously I'm a massive casey fan... though I will warn you that for reasons entirely unrelated to casey, there is a massive drop-off in average race quality between 2006 and 2007 lol. I'm actually intending to go back over the winter break and fix up my casey race recs list because it was the first I did and quite casual when compared to the later ones - I thought I could do that one without consulting my notes, which in retrospect was a bit high on the hubris and I feel like I want to do that one justice. casey's actually already a really fun presence in 2006!! it doesn't show as much in the results because he'd often drop back or crash, but you see quite a lot of him - including the first few fights with valentino. he has a very pedro-like rookie season if you want a cheap and easy comparison... results are a bit worse on paper but the vibe is quite similar, including the spectacular early season form that trailed off for various reasons. but I do have a lot of fondness for 2007, even if it has some absolute howlers. qatar, mugello, catalunya, assen, donington and estoril the highlights as I recall. still wish we'd gotten casey/valentino with a continuation of the 2006 engine regs and just like. dogfights galore featuring those two... but on the plus side, I suppose laguna 2008 wouldn't have hit quite as hard if it hadn't been such a contrast to everything else happening during that time
#i think this is an ask i didn't save from my inbox into my drafts and then the website crashed#and then i never got round to actually answering. this has a tendency to happen#also man i do feel a teensy bit bad about the ask response rate but genuinely the inbox is so full.... lads it is intimidating#//#brr brr#motogpnewbie#//clt#batsplat responds#i actually have an odd fondness for early 2008 like i quite like them as comfort watches to put on in the background#just felt like such a time of possibility... all the aliens fighting it out. all these open storylines#the alien era wasn't all bad but it didn't quite deliver what it should have really#and there's no way around it that after 2008 it got progressively worse. 2009 is already a step down but after that...#i do feel quite bad like u get casey doing such a big open innocent grin at valentino and ur like. t minus three on laguna#i mean casey had already moaned a fair bit about valentino in the press by that point but it's like. it's a complicated vibe idk man#AND i will say i feel like journalists have overcorrected in talking about how boring the alien era is vs the current stuff#not many last lap battles but they had overtakes for the lead!! i promise u
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To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 10

Hello! I do apologise for posting this a day late, my friend comes round most Fridays so I have a tendency to be distracted. Anyway, we're on Chapter 10, the finale of Part 1!! I never thought I would get this far (even though the story has barely started lol) so I just want to thank everyone who has supported so far, even if it is only through likes, I cherish every single one. Now unfortunately, I will be taking a small break before posting Part 2, but it won't be long - the latest I will post is approximately June 16th, if not before then! I will also be opening requests during my break, so keep an eye out for when I do, because I will be limiting spaces. Apart from that, I hope you love Chapter 10, and I will see you all soon! Enjoy! <3
Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls end up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.
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DIE. But first, food.
Jentacular (Definition): Of or pertaining to a breakfast taken early in the morning, or just about anything related to breakfast.
It wasnât long before we were sat down on some comically small chairs, much to Bilboâs dismay as he watched us try to fit our legs under the low table, knees bending at odd angles.
âI do apologise for the arrangement; we donât get many visitors from beyond the Shire.â He explained as he pattered through to the kitchen, setting the kettle back on the fireplace hob to reheat after our prolonged wake up. âLet alone those of yourrrâŚ.â He gestured up and down whilst trying to come up with a polite word.
âHeight?â I suggested.
âYes! Height. I canât say Iâve seen much of your kind around here, besides the odd traveller passing along our borders.â He told us, before beginning to trail off. âAlso that wizard with the fireworksâŚ..â
âGandalf?!â Kay spurted eagerly, suddenly attentive. It seemed the excitement was getting almost too much for the both of us.
Bilbo looked almost taken aback at Kayâs sudden change in demeanour, his hand hovering whilst grasping a tea towel as he stared, before returning to pick up the hissing kettle.
âWellâyes.â He replied, coming over to the table to fill up three cups with steaming tea. âI take it you know him?â
For a moment my eyes darted between him and Kay, my mouth open slightly as I came up with a convincing response.
âWell, no, not really. Sort of just..,â I rambled as I waved my hand around slightly, trying to think of a convincing answer.
ââHeâs quite popular!â Kay interrupted. âWhere weâre from, actually, most people we know, know of him.â
âI see.â Bilbo frowned slightly, turning back around to return the kettle and hang up the tea towel. âWell, I havenât seen him round these parts in quite some time, but his fireworks I most definitely remember.â He mentioned fondly, his voice trailing away slightly as he entered what I figured was the pantry.
I hummed in agreement, picking up the cup of tea with my bandaged hand and testing the temperature. Before I could take a sip, though, a thought reached me, and I twisted in my chair to face Bilbo who was just exiting the pantry with the rest of the breakfast arrangement in his arms. I scrunched my face at the painful jab I got from my ribs, reminding myself to keep my injuries in mind, before going back to ask my question.
âIâm sorry, but Iâve just remembered, I.. donât think we got your name?â
Kay subtly gave me a strange look, her eyes asking me what I was doing. I gave her a reassuring glance.
Bilbo froze, face looking as if I had just insulted his mother, but within a second, he had launched the arrangement he had brought through onto the bread board on the kitchen side.
âTerribly sorry!â He exclaimed, whipping back round. âMy name is Bilbo Baggins, of Bag End!â He took a deep breath, brushing imaginary dust off his robe. âI do apologise, it seems last night has had a bit of an effect on my formalities.â
I gave him a smile. âOh itâs alright, you taking us in last night was plenty enough. You⌠basically saved us, well what was left.â I half-joked, gesturing at the two of us. âSo we sorta owe you our lives.â I explained with a light laugh, whilst Kay nodded in agreement.
âOhâIâwell, I only did what was necessary.â He replied bashfully, his ears now an even brighter red than before. He finally sat down, wrapping his own hands around his cup of tea. âSpeaking of names..â He nodded his head between us with raised eyebrows.
âOh! Iâm Kay.â Kay placed her hand on her chest with a wide smile. Bilbo then looked at me expectantly.
âKate.â I stated with a warm grin.
He leant back, satisfied, though I could see him mouthing the names to himself, seeming a little confused as he narrowed his eyes slightly in thought.
âI must say, Iâve never heard such names before. And they both sound awfully similarâŚâ Bilboâs brows furrowed even more as he switched between our faces. It seemed that he would have trouble telling our names apart.
âWe can explain them to you later.â I waved it off in an attempt to reassure him through his confusion.
He quickly shook himself out of any prior perplexment, nodding before standing back up and finishing the breakfast preparation.
It wasnât long before the table was covered from top to end, mouth-watering food piled up that reminded us almost of an English Breakfast. After spending almost three days without any proper food, we filled our stomachs with what we could, making sure to share our thanks with Bilbo, who now had permanent pink ears from the compliments, especially when we started to throw his home into the mix.
Swallowing the last of the remaining food on my plate, I felt myself begin to sweat slightly at the uncomfortable feeling my ribcage gave me. The agonising ache I had tried to deal with all morning seemed to worsen as the chewing, swallowing and uneven breathing unsettled everything. I decided to ask something that had been on my mind since I ran my hand over the crusty mud now solidified on my trousers, but also as a means to distract myself from the uncomfortableness, because right now it was all I could think about.
âI donât suppose you know of any places we could get clothes, or materials for clothes?â I managed to gasp out. Kay eyed me, a slight bit of concern showing on her face as she watched my uncomfortable expression.
Luckily it seemed Bilbo hadnât noticed, as he made sure to finish his toast before he answered. âWell, I doubt thereâll be anyone for quite a few miles who will be able to lend clothes that fit you straight away.â I sighed slightly, looking down at my dirty clothes. âBut!â I looked back up as a lightbulb went off in his head. âGladiola Greenfoot, just down the hill, has a knack for spinning together an outfit for any occasion, considering the constant growing of her seven kids. Youâll have to pay her, and go down to get measured as well, since I doubt sheâs ever sewn for big folk.â
I gave Kay a weary look at the sound of payment.
âThatâs the thing. I donât think our currency works here, let alone whether or not we have enough.â I tried to explain.
Bilbo took in the sight of our sullen faces (though mine mostly wasnât about the money) and sighed slightly as he racked his brain for a solution. But he knew Gladiola enough to know she wouldnât go out of her way to make a new wardrobe for two strangers for free, considering she had several miniature mouths to feed. That was until he watched as a thought come to the mind of, what was it, ah, Kay? She straightened up slightly, her eyes darting around until she leaned forwards over the table.
âWhat if we⌠oh Iâm not sure.â She murmured uneasily, before leaning back on her chair dejectedly.
âNooo, what is it?â Â I encouraged, me and Bilbo now with our full attention on her as we waited eagerly.
She looked between us, unsure about her idea. She toyed with the fork in her hand before speaking.
âI mean, itâs asking a bit too much, but we donât really have anywhere to go for a while, and since we canât pay in money, we could, you knowâŚâ she looked up at Bilbo nervously, âpay in work hours?â
âLike chores?â I asked almost excitedly, whilst watching Bilboâs for any expressions that could give away his thought process.
âYeah, like, we could work for free for a while in exchange for clothes. You know, labour for labour.â Kay explained with a shrug of her shoulders.
It was now Bilboâs turn to stare at the table, his thumb rubbing at his bottom lip in thought.
âWe could do chores for Mrs Greenfoot in exchange for her making clothes, and if itâs not too out there, we could do chores for you in exchange for staying here for a bit? You know, considering we have absolutely no idea where we are or where we need to go.â I offered, though unsure, thinking we may have asked too much too early.
Bilbo hummed as he continued to stare into space as he processed the possibilities.
âI know itâs so all of a sudden,â I tried to reassure. âBut weâre only asking since weâre sorta desperate for a place to stay.â Kay nodded along as she kept an eye on the fact my eyes were now becoming droopy. I saw the worry on her face and blinked a few times to try and snap out of it.
Finally zoning back in, Bilbo looked between us.
âI suppose I could do with some help around the house.â He murmured to himself, causing us to straighten up in anticipation. We both glanced at each other anxiously and I felt my good leg bounce as much as it could in the small space it was given as we watched Bilbo tap away at the table with his fingers, whilst his face varied through different expressions. Finally, he looked up, startling slightly at the sight of us staring with wide expectant eyes as we waited. Though it wasnât until my bouncing leg accidentally jolted the table that he found the words.
âI mean, itâs not like I donât have the room, nor am I the busiest hobbit in Hobbiton.â He pondered. Then with a stern face, he pointed between us. âAs long as you donât cause any troubleââ
ââWeâll behave!!â I cut in almost immediately, my hands gripping the edge of the table as I felt my chest burn at the sudden motion. âWe promise, weâre the least troublemaking people youâll ever meet, Mr Baggins!â
His eyes darted across my scratched up face as I gave him the most convincing doe eyes that I could, my dark brown irises baring intently into his forest green ones. With a sigh, he seemed to relent from his doubts as he relaxed back in his chair.
âAlright then.â He breathed with a half wave of his hand.
Kay immediately cried out in relief, before resorting poor Bilbo to another round of compliments whilst stating her many thanks. I leant back in my chair with a huffed laugh, tilting my head towards the ceiling in an attempt to stretch out the tension that had begun to build up in my neck. Looking back down at the two sat in front of me, I slouched slightly in my chair as a wave of both relief and fatigue swept over me.
âYou wonât regret this Mr Baggins.â I stated as a tired smile made its way onto my face. âWe may have only met today, but weâre gonna be the best chore-doers youâve ever seen.â
He barked out a slight laugh. âWell I donât know about that! But I guess you have time to live up to that claim.â
The excitement soon began to calm down, and it wasnât long before Bilbo was out of his seat and taking his plate and cutlery to the sink across the room. Kay soon pushed her own chair back, and I watched as she went to reach for her own plate, picking it up.
My eyes followed as she went to reach for her cutlery next, that was until she stumbled slightly as what seemed to be a wave of dizziness hit her. As quickly as I could, I stood up, snatching the plate out of her hand and haphazardly throwing it back down onto the table before using the same hand to grab her wrist in an attempt to stabilise her.
She looked up, blinking rapidly as she tried to focus her eyes on her surroundings as I eased her back onto her seat. âYou still have that concussion, remember?â I explained, before letting out a sharp hiss as my hand flew to my side, taking the deepest breaths I could as I sat myself back down.
Bilbo whirled around from where he was across the room as soon as I spoke.
âConcussion!?â He exclaimed, almost panicked as he hurried over. He looked at me, quickly spotting my pained expression. âHoâHow injured are you two!?â
âPretty badly.â I answered meekly. I watched as further horror crawled into Bilboâs expression as I listed off what we had endured, though purposely failing to mention that the worst wasnât exactly from the fall we had by his house.
âWhaâWell, why didnât you say so earlier!?â He sputtered as he practically dragged us through the house to the parlour where he plopped us down on some very comfy looking armchairs. We both observed him as he began pattering about again, quickly washing up what he could before hurrying off to what we supposed was his bedroom. Within minutes he was marching back out again, though he was now dressed for the day. And I admitted that he certainly wore clothes that matched his societal status. He was dressed as if we had gone back in time to the olden days of the English countryside, embellished in a finely made cream tunic tucked into a set of forest green trousers held up with suspenders, and topped with an ornately embroidered golden waistcoat.
We craned our necks as our eyes followed him to the front door, where he hastily threw on a blue overcoat. Swinging the door open, he went to step outside, but hesitated. Twisting on his heel with his finger pointed upwards, he glanced at his with his mouth open slightly like he was in thought. His pointed finger then was aimed at us as he spoke.
âWait here.â He ordered. âHelp yourself to the leftover tea, but do not overdo it or move too much.â
And much like our first encounter with him this morning, he was outside in a flash, the ends of his coat billowing behind him as he swung the door shut.
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Who You Belong To. Yandere Reno x Fem! Reader Smut.
CW/TW: fem reader, yandere tendencies, public sex, humiliation, begging, mentions of kidnapping, jealous and possessive Reno, hints at a round two if ykyk, Reno is kind of mean, fingering, one instance of spanking, I wrote this for my friend.
You couldnât even tell how long it had been. Since heâd taken you. Every time youâd ask how long it had been, heâd simply dismiss it, asking you why youâre so concerned. In the time you had been with him, youâd slowly but surely gained more freedom. After what you believed to be a few months you no longer had to be tied up. And eventually you were given free roam of your new home.
Lately, Reno has been taking you to work with him. There had been some bad things happening around your area so Reno would rather have you with him so he could protect you. It was a win-win situation in his eyes. You got to be with your husband all day and be safe, and he got to show you off and be with you almost 24/7. Of course, going to work with him every day meant meeting Rude as inevitable.Â
You two had often been alone with each other, and eventually formed a close friendship of the sort. Reno had never really noticed, so it didnât bother him. Yet, that is. Rude had a tendency to flirt with you, playfully, that is. He did respect that you were in a relationship with Reno and did not want to intrude upon it.Â
However, one unlucky day he had seen the two of you and your âflirtingâ. You had been walking down some stairs and Rude had held his hand out calling you âmâladyâ and offering to help you down. You had giggled and taken his hand down the stairs, unaware of your husband seeing this from afar, boiling with anger. He didnât know what he wanted to do more. Beat the shit out of Rude for touching whatâs his. Or fuck his pretty little wife and her pretty cunt to let her know who she belongs to.
The latter was the most convenient right now. After Reno was off work and would have usually called you over to go home, he tracked you down and grabbed your arm with all his force, making you walk with him. âOh hey Ren- hey whatâs wrong?â you exclaimed. Reno didnât answer, simply walking faster. He kept walking until you reached an alley right outside Shinra Headquarters.
He pinned you against the wall, putting a hand behind your head to avoid injuring you. âReno what the f-â before you could speak, Reno smashed his lips against yours, shoving his tongue in your mouth. This went on until he felt you were out of breath, pulling away as a trail of saliva connected your lips. âDonât play dumb, princess. I saw you with Rude today. Really think you can get away with flirting with someone else huh?â he hissed. âB-but we werenât actually flirting we were just jok-â âSave it. You couldâve just stayed by my side and waited around for me like a good little wife, but you canât do that apparently. If you canât understand that you belong to me when I tell you, hopefully youâll understand when I show you... and everyone fucking else.â Reno said.
His response confused you until you realized what he meant, feeling yourself get wet in the slightest. âWait, youâre serious? But everyone will see.â you whimpered out. âAnd thatâs the point dollface.â Reno whispered into your ear. Wanting to make this as quick as possible, you turn your back against Reno and press your hands against the wall. You hear something unzip and feel your panties being pulled down and your skirt being lifted up right after.
Your hopes of getting this over with quick are crushed when rather than feeling his cock enter your hole, you feel two fingers slide in. You hiss at the cold sensation and let out a breathy âfuckâ. With his available hand, he smacks your ass harsh enough to leave a mark. âNo swearing sweetheart~ just trying to get your hole ready, no need to be so impatient.â Reno stated. He sure took his sweet precious time prepping you. And you wanna know when he decided to finally thrust into you?
When everyone was getting let off work. As people start pouring out Shinra HQ, Renoâs thrusts get harder and faster, with you closing your eyes tighter and tighter and biting your lip even harder. With no warning whatsoever, Reno bit into your neck, making you yelp out. Your little yelp caught the attention of some people, making them turn your way. âClose your eyes all you want honey but that wonât make the people watching us go away.â he says after he had bitten into you just deep enough to leave a mark.Â
As more people began to stare at you, you eventually hear giggles and peopleâs reactions to the sight in front of them. You eventually feel yourself being brought to your climax. âR-reno, Iâm gonna cum!â you whimper out. âOh really? Before that can happen, I need you to tell me something.â He says. âWhat is it?â you said with shaky breath.Â
âI need you to tell me who you belong to.â he said. You gulped and took a deep breath in. âI-I belong to you Reno.â you said. âLouder. I canât hear you darling~â Reno said into your ear, licking your earlobe right after and earning one of many whimpers from you. âI belong to you Reno.â you said, only a little louder. âOne more time princess, I promise Iâll let you come if you say it louder.â Reno coos. Mustering up any and all dignity you had left you obeyed him.
âI belong to you Reno!â you basically shouted, earning even more stares. You heard a chuckle before Reno sped up even faster. âThatâs my good little slut.â said Reno, as you felt your cum spill out. After what felt like the longest few minutes of you panting with your arms and legs shaking, Reno pulled your panties up and pulled your skirt back down, putting his cock back into his pants and zipping them up. âNow youâre gonna walk with me back home with my cum and yours dripping down your pretty thighs and act like nothing happened, got it?â Reno demanded. âYes.â you said, nodding your head.Â
Reno took hold of your hand and walked you out the alley, people who had seen the whole show barely containing their laughter. You looked down at the ground as you walked, your face beet red and tears threatening to spill out your eyes from embarrassment. He noticed this and made it known he knew. âAww are you embarrassed? Donât worry, youâll get your chance to get back at me for everything when we get home, okay?â he said, giving you a kiss on the spot he bit you. Both of you were in for a long night.
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Same universe as the one where LXC kills JGY on a boat to not-Japan. JRS-centric as he grows up in the Nie clan and deals with his reputation as an inbred son of a traitorous bastard.
so I don't think I've ever written a fic in which LXC kills JGY on a boat, and definitely not one where JRS is a character? I mean, I've written a lot of fics, so possibly I did and I forgot, but I'm pretty sure about this one.
That being said, I don't think I've gotten any Jin Rusong prompts before so I'm reinterpreting this to be a prompt for a fic about JRS growing up in the Nie clan. Fic below!
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Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Nie Huaisang reminded himself. Risk is proportionate with reward. Your spine should be made of steel, just as your saber is.
He licked his lips, thought of his brother who had loved him, and threw himself forward with tears in his eyes.
âOh, gongzi!â he blubbered. âCan you help me? Iâve gotten completelylost, I donât even know where to begin ââ
Xue Yang blinked at him, the lids of his eyes moving slowly like a reptile.
âMaybe you know where my san-ge is? Lianfeng-zun?â
The feeling of immediate threat lessened. It seemed heâd gambled right, and the rabid dog that was Xue Yang could still be controlled by reference to Jin Guangyao.
âIâd really appreciate it if you could just give me some guidance on where to find him,â Nie Huaisang said, lowering his voice confidentially. âIâd be sure to pay you back! If thereâs anything you want ââ
âDo you have any snacks?â Xue Yang asked.
Nie Huaisang, who had come prepared based on the rumors heâd painstakingly collected, produced some dragonsâ beard candy.
âNot bad,â Xue Yang said. âOkay, sure.â
Nie Huaisang smiled, and even meant it.
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âHey, good-for-nothing,â Xue Yang said, and Nie Huaisang turned to look at his least favorite but nevertheless highly useful source of information in Lanling Jin. The fact that Xue Yang had no idea that he was functioning as such just made it more satisfactory. âYou like kids, right?â
Nie Huaisang blinked. âYes?â he hazarded, not so much because he actually did â heâd never had strong feelings about children one way or the other, though perhaps he was being presumptuous in thinking that the reference did not involve goats â but because that seemed to be the answer Xue Yang was looking for.
Xue Yang wrinkled his nose in distaste, though not, Nie Huaisang thought, at him.
âTheoretically,â he said, and he wouldnât know âtheoreticalâ if it hit him in the face, âif there were, I donât know, a whole bunch of them hanging around somewhere without parents, youâd be able to do something about that, right? Especially if they had a talent for cultivation?â
It took only a moment to piece together what must have happened to lead to such a question, given the ruthlessness of the cultivation world and of Jin Guangyao in particular, and Nie Huaisang marveled briefly at the idea that Xue Yang might draw a moral line in the sand over something. Presumably he felt some kinship to the children, being similarly utterly infantile, amoral, and fond of sweet things.
âOh sure!â he said, playing up the brainless idiot who didnât know to ask questions. âMy sect is always recruiting, you know. We took some losses in the war and, well, I feel like adult cultivators arenât really all that interestedin joining ever since I took overâŚâ
âBecause youâre a waste of space,â Xue Yang said, and Nie Huaisang pouted at him. âWhatever, the important thing is that you have space for kids. Orphans. Think, like, a whole orphanage getting shut down or whatever â anyway, not important. Youâd take them back to Qinghe, right?â
âOh, that would be so wonderful!â Nie Huaisang clapped. âThat would suit everyone, wouldnât it? They donât have to worry about the children, and we get new disciples. I should tell san-ge â no, on second thought, he might be too busy ââ
âDefinitely too busy,â Xue Yang said quickly. âWouldnât it be nice to accomplish something yourself? You could casually show him that your numbers went up at the end of the month instead so he gives you the credit, without explaining that itâs kids making up the increase.â
âThatâs a great idea! Heâll be much more impressed by that, I should definitely do that. Where is the orphanage?â
ââŚuh, in the forest. The back forest.â
You couldnât come up with a better lie?
âYou already brought them here?â Nie Huaisang asked, batting his eyelashes. âYouâre so nice, Xue-xiong! Iâll go tell my second in command to go deal with it right away!â
-
It was in the fifth round of kids getting picked up â small cultivation clans being massacred and there was nothing Nie Huaisang could do about it, because there was either no evidence or else Jin Guangyao had come up with some motive to justify his actions and, inevitably, Lan Xichen would be there behind him, soothing over tempers and providing explanations because he believed him, every time â that something unusual happened.
âSect Leader Nie,â one of his most trusted subordinates murmured into his ear. âThereâs a problem.â
Nie Huaisang found a reason to leave the party early, a reason to go to the rendezvous point, and, once there, found the reason for the problem.
âOh, hey there,â he said with a smile fixed onto his face by sheer force of willpower, crouching down to make himself seem less intimidating. Not that he was ever particularly intimidating, though given the rage coursing through his veins right now, he thought he might be able to pull it off if he tried. âWhat a lucky chance! Itâs so funny, finding you here, Songsong. How are you?â
Jin Rusong wiped his eyes and looked tearily at him, recognized that the person asking was his Little Uncle Nie, and threw himself into Nie Huaisangâs arms with a howl.
This was pretty typical â Jin Rusong wasnât much of a crier, but when he did he definitely took Nie Huaisang as his model, something all the other adults in the cultivation world had a tendency to give Nie Huaisang dirty looks over.
The only problem here, of course, was that Jin Rusong was dead.
Or, ratherâŚhe was supposed to be dead.
And if Jin Rusong was here â here, in the rendezvous point where Xue Yang put those of his prospective victims that happened to be a little too young for even him to stomach killing, at least without the personal grudge that had driven him to slaughter the Chang clan in its entirety â that meant only one thing.
Jin Guangyao had ordered his own son to be murdered.
Through demonic cultivation, no less, which was a pretty nasty way to go. There was a reason everyone implicitly countenanced Jiang Chengâs vendetta against demonic cultivators no matter where they were, even when he ignored all territory lines and forgot to not ask for permission â the things a demonic cultivator gone bad could do were just so much worse than what anyone else could that they couldnât risk any delay in dealing with the problem.
Well, shit, Nie Huaisang thought, even as he comforted Jin Rusong, petting the toddlerâs back to try to get him to calm down. What do I do now?
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âThere has to be a reason,â Nie Huaisang insisted. âHeâs not rabid. Songsong was his son!â
âSect Leader Nie, we canât find anything that might explain it.â
âLook harder. I donât care how minor it is, I want to know everythingto do with Songsong. Every little detail â every person who saw him â every medical report, every compliment, every good grade ââ
âHe placed last in one of his classes,â one of his spies volunteered.
âWhat?â
âHe placed last in one of his classes. About two months before his âassassinationâ, and shortly before his father started collecting evidence against the other sects that were in his way, which he later used to âproveâ that they had been involved in the alleged murder.â
âHe wouldnât kill his son for failing a class,â one of the others objected. âThe kidâs barely more than a baby. Whatâs he expecting, genius from birth?â
âHeâs a genius himself. Why not?â
âIf everyone inherited everything directly from their parents, heâd be a whore.â
âHeâd be a Jin. Theyâve all got that nose, every one of themâŚâ
âI heard heâs having the other Jin bastards killed. All of them, even the womenâŚâ
Something snapped in Nie Huaisangâs hands.
They all turned to look at him.
âInvestigate Qin Su,â he said, looking down at the mess of wood and paper that had once been a fan. âCome to think of it, she has a Jin nose, too.â
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âI donât want to go!â
âI donât want you to go, either,â Nie Huaisang said, feeling tired and also much more in sympathy with his poor older brother than heâd ever been while Nie Mingjue had been alive. âBut you disobeyed me, and that means we donât have a choice. You have to go.â
Nie Songsong looked down at the ground, his lip quivering. âI didnât mean toâŚâ
âYou did,â Nie Huaisang said. âYou have to own your decisions, Songsong. You canât take them back once theyâre done, no matter what the consequences. Not even if you feel bad, but definitely not because you feel bad for having to pay for what you did.â
âButâŚâ
âNo, Songsong. You cannot be in the Unclean Realm when â when heâs here.â
Nie Songsong hung his head.
âHeâs not your father anymore,â Nie Huaisang said. âYou know that, right?â
Nie Songsong nodded.
Nie Huaisang sighed and held out his hands, and his arms were full of a teary-eyed child a moment later.
âHe loved you once,â Nie Huaisang murmured into his childâs hair. âI love you now. I wish I could give you more than that â I wish I could give you an answer, tell you why he didnât love you enough to keep from doing what he did. But I canât. All I can doâŚâ
Is what Iâm already doing.
âYouâre enough, er-ge,â Nie Songsong whispered back. âYouâre enough. I promise.â
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âWhen will I get to go night-hunting?â
âYou go night-hunting all the time,â Nie Huaisang grumbled. âYouâre a fraction my age, and already my height, my weight, yet you wield a saber like my brother was around to raise you properly. Youâre ruining my reputation, you know; now no one will believe that my incompetence comes from how short I amâŚâ
âNot night-hunting with the rest of the sect, er-ge,â Nie Songsong said, rolling his eyes. âWith other juniors!â
âNot long now,â Nie Huaisang said, looking down at the paper beneath his hands. It was all finally coming together. âNot long now. Just give er-ge a little more time to finish taking care of matters for da-ge, and youâll be able to go night-hunting with anyone you like.â
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âEr-ge! Are you all right? You look so paleâŚâ
âIâm sorry,â Nie Huaisang whispered. âSongsong â Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry ââ
âWhat happened? Are you injured?â Nie Songsong demanded, already starting to pat him over, looking for wounds. âEr-ge, whatâs wrong ââ
âYour motherâs dead.â
Nie Songsongâs hands stilled.
âI told her about your heritage,â Nie Huaisang said, his lips numb. Heâd never tried to hide it from Nie Songsong, although heâd introduced the subject very gradually and only once he thought that heâd be able to handle the revelation. âAbout your father â your grandfather. What they did. I wanted her to be angry at him, to turn against him, to distract himâŚinstead, she killed herself.â
âEr-geâŚâ
âI shouldnât have told her. If I knew ââ
âEr-ge.â
âI should have brought her in earlier â told her about you surviving â I kept her from you for years ââ
âEr-ge!â
Nie Huaisang looked at the child he had raised as a little brother the way his older brother had raised him, a father in everything but name, and who he had the constant feeling of having failed.
He wondered, as he always did, whether his brother had felt the same about him.
âEr-ge, itâs all right,â his little brother, his adopted son, said, and took his hands in his. âItâs all right. You tried, remember? Time after time, you tried to talk to her, but every single time you concluded that she wouldâve told her husband instead of trusting you. She wouldâve ruined everything. If she did that, Iâd be dead all over again, and you with me.â
That had been what Nie Huaisang had concluded. That was why heâd never told her.
ButâŚ
âSheâs your mother.â
âAnd youâre my er-ge. As long as you donât die on me, too, itâll be all right. Okay? Itâll be all right. Itâll be worth it in the end.â
Nie Huaisang shook his head. Heâd already done so much, caused so much chaos and strife, and yet this moment â this was the step too far.
This was the first time he realized that he wasnât sure he believed that it would be worth it anymore.
But by nowâŚwhat else was left to do? There were no ways out of the plan heâd made himself; heâd designed it that way on purpose, because heâd known that if there was a way out, that snake would find a way to slither through it. He just hadnât thought that he would be the one looking for it.
It didnât matter.
He had to keep going.
His older brother deserved it, even if the younger one didnât.
-
âI represent the Nie sect,â the young man â just about their age, though shorter than either of them â said with a smile. He seemed kind, gentle and polite, easy-going, but Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui looked at each other, and then at Jin Ling, who just scowled. âCan I come in?â
âWere you even invited?â Jin Ling asked in bitten off words. He was still bitter about some of the things that had happened in the Guayin Temple a month before, and of all them the one he was most bitter about was his second uncleâs retreat into seclusion â they were all upset about that.
âBut itâs a discussion conference,â the young man said, blinking in confusion. âWeâre a Great Sect. Why wouldnât we be invited?â
In the face of such profound ignorance, there really wasnât very much they could say, and eventually Lan Sizhui stepped forward with a smile, welcoming the young man â Nie Songsong, he introduced himself â into the Cloud Recesses.
Everything seemed fine for a little while. Lan Sizhui was able to talk to the people in charge of arranging juniors into finding another place for Nie Songsong to stay, although it would be a little delayed â Nie Songsong assured them that there was no issue â and as recompense they even showed him, at his request, a few of the main landmarks.
And then they turned around and their guest had disappeared.
âI knew he was up to no good!â Jin Ling exclaimed.
âDonât jump to conclusions,â Lan Sizhui told him.
âIâm with Jin Ling,â Lan Jingyi said. âHe seemed so nice and understated â just like you know ââ
âDonât talk about my little uncle,â Jin Ling hissed at him. âI know itâs true, but just â donât, okay?â
âWe should find where he went,â Lan Sizhui decided.
It took them a while, but in the end they found him in the most unexpected place: in the rooms their sect leader had chosen for his seclusion, sitting on the bed with Lan Xichenâs head on his shoulder, sobbing as if his heart had been broken.
âWhat are you doing?â Lan Sizhui exclaimed, unnerved even out of his own habitual politeness.
âI came to greet my uncle,â Nie Songsong said, his manner just as gentle and polite as it had been from the beginning, although it was now evident that he was as stubborn as a rock and not easy-going at all.
âYour uncle?â Lan Jingyi gaped. âHow can he be your uncle?â
âYouâre Sect Leader Nieâs son!â Jin Ling accused.
âIâm Sect Leader Nieâs little brother by adoption,â Nie Songsong corrected. âItâs through my father that heâs my uncle â and you my cousin, I suppose.â
âYour â father?â
âOh, yes. My birth name, you see,â Nie Songsong said, âwas Jin Rusong.â
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âWhy did you choose to reveal yourself?â Lan Sizhui asked. âGiven that everyone knows â well ââ
Nie Songsong finished the character he was writing and put down his brush. âWondering if you should let it be known that you were born with the surname Wen?â
Lan Sizhui jerked in surprise, then flushed. âHow did you â that didnât come out in Guanyin Temple.â
âNo, I knew it before,â Nie Songsong said. âMy er-ge is very clever, you know.â
âYes, I suppose I do...why do you call him brother? Shouldnât he be uncle, or â or ââ
âUncle is probably right,â Nie Songsong said. âBut he raised me like a son, just as his brother did for him.â
Lan Sizhui looked down at his hands.
âWhy did he publicly reveal your background, knowing that you were still around?â he asked again. âEveryone will know. Who your father was, all those terrible things he did, his relationship with your mother ââ
âWhy shouldnât he? He did do all those things, and he did have that relationship with my mother.â
âBut what about you? What about your reputation ââ
âAre you planning on sweeping Wen Ruohanâs grave?â
Lan Sizhui stared at him.
âHeâs your grandfather, isnât he?â Nie Songsong looked calmly back at him. âWho he was, all those terrible things he did ââ
âThatâs nothing to do with me!â
âAnd the crimes of my father are nothing to do with me. My er-ge gave me his surname, just as Hanguang-jun gave you his, and for the same reason â to cut us off from the sins of our original family.â
âI suppose thatâs true. But â no one knew about you, just as no one knew about me until I told them, and I only told them because they were my friends. Whyâd you tell us? Arenât you worried weâd tell more people?â
âOf course I am,â Nie Songsong said. âI hope you donât, of course, but you wouldâve found out regardless â second uncle wasnât exactly subtle in his grief. And I had to tell him.â
âWhy? To bring him out of seclusion?â Lan Sizhui hesitated. âDo you care so much for him?â
âOf course not. The last time I met him, I was a small child, and my father was just about to order me murdered; thatâs not much of a basis to build a relationship. But having him lock himself away like that, as if he were in mourningâŚit hurt er-ge. And I wonât let anything hurt my er-ge. Anything, or anyone.â
They looked at each other for a long moment.
âI understand,â Lan Sizhui said.
âIâm glad you do,â Nie Songsong said, and then smiled. âI wouldâve had to escalate to threats next, and Iâm given to understand that Iâm too short to really pull them off properly.â
Lan Sizhui snorted. âI think weâve all learned that thatâsnot true.â
-
âShould we talk about this?â Jin Ling asked, arms crossed over his chest and glaring.
âWhat do you want to talk about?â Nie Songsong replied.
âHow about the fact that your father tried to kill me?â
âSure. Can we talk about the fact that you got all of his affection for years and years after he tried to kill me?â
Jin Ling blanched.
âI wonder if he wouldâve gotten me a dog, too,â Nie Songsong mused. âI was too young for that when he ordered his demonic cultivator to feed me to fierce corpses and have my body ravaged until it was barely recognizableâŚbut sure, letâs talk about how he tried to kill you.â
âI was talking about Sect Leader Nie!â
âWell, then, you should have been more specific. Sect Leader Nieâs my brother, not my father.â
âHeâs a whole generation older than you!â
âMy little uncle, then.â
Jin Ling flinched. âThatâs worse. Go back to calling him your brother.â
Nie Songsong shrugged. âWould it help if we fought?â
ââŚwhat?â
âIt makes me feel better, sometimes. Besides, I may be short, but Iâm pretty good with the saber. I bet I could match your swordâŚmaybe not your arrows. But Iâve always wanted to try.â
Jin Ling looked at him suspiciously for a long moment.
âOkay,â he finally said. âSure. Why not?â
-
âI really hate that youâre kind of cool,â Lan Jingyi told him.
âI am so cool,â Nie Songsong said, and passed him another jar of wine. âWant to see my spring book collection?â
ââŚyes please.â
-
âThank you for taking care of him,â Lan Xichen said to Nie Huaisang, who shrugged. âIâm sorry that you couldnât trust me to help.â
âItâs only what I should have done,â Nie Huaisang said, not for the first time. Heâd said it so often these past few days that it felt like a new refrain, an alternative to the old I donât know, I donât know, I donât know. He preferred the original. âI was his little uncle, remember? I held him on his first month party. How could I do any less?â
He did not say that Lan Xichen, who could be classified as Jin Rusongâs older uncle, had done much less, but from Lan Xichenâs expression, heâd taken it that way anyway.
âYou neverâŚâ Lan Xichen hesitated. âDid you ever have any â concerns?â
âThat heâd turn out an idiot? No. I figured heâd be in good company, with me.â
âThatâs not what I meant!â
âOh, you meant whether I was worried that heâd grow up longing for his blood family over his adopted family and turn against me in favor of his real father?â Nie Huaisang asked mildly. âNo, not really. The memory of your father ordering you to be mauled by fierce corpses and to make sure your face is destroyed so that thereâs a reason to refuse to let your mother see the body, as it would only upset her, is a fairly effective panacea against things like that.â
âNo,â Lan Xichen said, though he looked sick all over again at the reminder of how considerate Jin Guangyao could be when it came to those he thought of as people, and how monstrous he was towards those he didnât. âNo, just â your brother always took such a hard line against the Wen sectâŚâ
âBecause they were raised with the philosophy that they were superior to the rest of us and my brother purposefully made himself into the symbol of their fallibility, thereby making himself and all the rest of us the primary target for their traumatic realization that theyâre just as weak and vulnerable as everyone else,â Nie Huaisang said, rolling his eyes. âOur Nie sect cultivators were always especially targeted whenever we were captured â our survival rate as prisoners of war was less than half all the other sects, and it wasnât just because we were usually more injured when we got caught. Even the civilians surnamed Wen would pull out knives and try to stab us in the back if they had half a chance! We were in a blood feud with them, er-ge. You donât put down blood feuds just like that, not even if you want to. Thatâs not how it works.â
Lan Xichen nodded slowly, thoughtful.
âAnyway, Songsong is mine now,â Nie Huaisang said. âJust as Lan Sizhui is your brotherâs, and Jin Ling Jiang Chengâs. Canât we all just agree to not care about the rest?â
âI suppose we have to,â Lan Xichen said, bowing his head. âHuaisangâŚdid you ever think about what happens now? I mean â what should we do next?â
âI donât know,â Nie Huaisang said, and smiled humorlessly when Lan Xichen looked at him. âIâm not joking. I didnât know what to do when I got Songsong for the first time, er-ge, and I donât know what to do now, either. I just wanted to see justice done for my da-ge, and I did, and for the rest â I donât know.â
âThatâs fine,â Lan Xichen said. âI donât know, either.â
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Nie Huaisang thought. Spine as steel as your saber.
âWould you like to come visit the Unclean Realm sometime?â he asked, pretending to be casual. âPerhaps we can figure out what we donât know together. If you like.â
ââŚperhaps I will,â Lan Xichen said.
#mdzs#nie huaisang#xue yang#lan xichen#jin rusong#jin ling#lan sizhui#lan jingyi#my fic#my fics#nothing ventured nothing gained
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Longing (part 2)
Warnings: angst, Ellie is very mean in this one, self doubt, reader feeling worthless
Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader, mentions of Dina x reader
A couple of weeks went by since the dance and you started to warm up a little to Ellie, you were still your usual self just a bit nicer. Ellie enjoyed this side of you, she thought about Jesseâs words, maybe there was a chance that you actually liked her at least Ellie hoped you did.
The weather got significantly colder. Ellie and Jesse were currently riding on their horses, through the snow. She noticed he was a little closed off today, not talking much, he seemed sad.
Once they got to the cabin they planned on taking a break in, they got off their horses and walked inside. Jesse checked if the place was safe. Making sure no one got inside.
Ellie sat down on the couch watching him curiously, trying to read him. She wondered if it had something to do with Dina, those two did have the tendency to break up only to get together again a few weeks later.
Jesse could feel Ellieâs eyes on him, sighing he sat down next to her.
âDina broke up with me last week.â He said, looking down at his hands. Ellie wasnât surprised at this.
âAnd youâll get together again.â Ellie laughed. âYou guys break up all the time, I give you guys two weeks until youâre back together.â She said patting his shoulder.
Jesse started shaking his head at that. âYeah I donât think so, sheâs been spending time with (y/n) lately.â
âSo? Theyâre best friends.â Ellie said, looking at him, confused as to why it was a problem that you and Dina were hanging out.
âBest friends who used to date.â Jesse said.
âWait what? (Y/n) and Dina? I- wh- how?â Now she was even more confused, when did that happen? She never heard about that. Already feeling jealous without knowing the details.
âThat was a long time ago. I mean they werenât official or anything but yeah they were kinda dating I guess but that was before you came to Jackson.â Jesse said.
âAnd now youâre worried about (y/n) taking Dina away from you?â She hated to ask him this.
âWe arenât together anymore so she wouldnât be taking her from me but I saw them together yesterday and she was hugging Dina and it looked like they kissed too.â That hurt. Ellie always dreaded the day you would meet someone and fall in love but why did it have to be Dina. Of course it had to be her, Dina was gorgeous and youâve known each other forever. Of course you would choose her.
Ellie felt dumb, how could she ever consider that you could feel something for her, hating herself for believing Jesse when he told her that you probably had feelings for her, a few weeks ago. Clearly you didnât and you were just waiting for the right moment to swoop Dina away. She hated you for making her feel this way, not that you were aware of her feelings but still. She was angry at you, why have you been this nice to her the past few weeks? She was hoping your change of behavior towards her was a sign that you liked her, she was so happy but now she was mad and angry.
âIâm sorry Ellie, I know you like her.â Jesse said getting up he walked towards the small window in the kitchen area, looking out.
Ellie looked down, thinking about this whole situation. She dreaded the next day already. You were paired for patrol together and at first she was excited for a whole day alone with you but now she was anything but excited.
The next day you were waiting for Ellie, standing outside in the cold by your horse, you were trying to warm your hands by rubbing them together. Finally seeing Ellie coming your way, you got on your horse waiting. She came up beside you with her own horse.
âHey Williams.â You gave her a small smile.
âHi.â She gave you a curd nod, looking away quickly.
Finding it a bit weird, sheâd usually give you at least three sarcastic comments before you even got the chance to say anything. You tried to not think into it too much. She was probably just tired, it was pretty early.
After about an hour of patrolling, you heard the dreading noise of clicking behind one of the buildings you were riding by. You and Ellie gave each other a look, staying quiet you both got off your horses.
Quietly you walked towards the sound with Ellie right behind you, motioning her to stay quiet you counted the infected, there were about six of them. You could easily handle them.
âThereâs six of them.â You whispered, looking back at her. âYou take the ones on the side Iâll take the ones in the middle.â you ordered.
âAlright.â She gave you a nod before tip toeing closer to them to get a better shot. Not looking where she was going she accidentally kicked a glass bottle away, the sound alerting the clickers. âUgh fuck.â Ellie grumbled, annoyed at herself.
Getting both of your guns out of your thigh holsters, you quickly shot two of the clickers that came too close to her, grabbing her arm you ran back trying to keep distance from those ugly things. Ellie shot one clicker with her rifle. Leaving three now, she put a few bullets into the other two, leaving the last one for you, she gave you a cocky smirk. Rolling your eyes at her you kept eye contact, shooting the last one without looking at it. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes making you smile.
âNothing better than killing some infected in the morning.â Ellie snorted at that.
âYeah right.â
Starting to walk back to your horses you rounded the corner of the building only to have a single runner attack you, catching you off guard. You fell down with it on top of you trying to keep it from biting you.
â(Y/n)!â Ellie screamed running towards you kicking the runner off you, shooting it a few times. âOh my god, are you okay?!â She grabbed your hands pulling you up. Putting her hands on your face she studied you.
âI- yeah it didnât get me.â Looking back at her, you noticed the worried look on her face.
âIâm fine Ellie, Iâve had worse, it just caught me off guard.â You reassured her.
âAlright letâs keep moving.â She said, taking her hands off your face, avoiding looking at you.
She got back to her horse, with you right behind her.
After a few hours you decided it was time for a break. You went into one of the safe houses, Ellie wrote your names into the journal.
Getting your backpack off, you sat down on the chair by the table, putting your head in your hands you sighed.
Ellie sat down opposite of you. âYou okay?.â
Looking up at her you studied her face for a second âyeah just a little tired, didnât get much sleep last night.â
âOh whyâs that?â
âI stayed at Dinaâs place.â Right. She didnât even want to think about what you were doing. Ellie felt herself getting angry again, she decided to change the topic real quick before sheâd say something sheâd regret later on.
The rest of the patrol went by smoothly and you just got back to Jackson, both bringing your horses back to the stables.
âSo what are you doing today?â You asked Ellie, walking out once you gave your horses off to the stable workers.
âNot much you?â Hoping your answer wasnât going to be Dina related.
âDinas coming over.â Of course.
Now she was really annoyed, she huffed rolling her eyes. You noticed that, confused about her reaction âis something wrong?â You asked.
âNope everything is perfect.â
âStop lying, I noticed the annoyed look on your face back at the house already when I mentioned Dina.â
Ellie stopped walking, looking at you.
âJesse told me about you guys.â
Confused, you didnât know what she was talking about.
âWhat do you mean?â You asked her.
She let out a laugh.
âHe saw you and Dina kissing.â She said aggressively.
âI- what?!â Why did Jesse say that, you did not kiss her. He mustâve misunderstood something.
âI didnât kiss Dina.â
âYeah right, you think I believe you over Jesse?â
âWhat has gotten into you? Even if I did kiss her whatâs it to you?â You were getting angry now, you were accused of something you didnât do and even if you did why did she treat you like you did something horrible.
âJesse is my best friend and heâs hurt cause Dina broke up with him probably because of you.â She started walking away.
âOh my god, this is ridiculous.â This made her turn around looking at you.
âNo you are ridiculous no wait- actually youâre a home wrecker thatâs what you are. You were just waiting for them to break up didnât you? Right when Jesse is out of the picture you go and swoop Dina away not even giving them a chance to figure things out.â She said angrily, this really wasnât her. You have never seen her like that.
You couldnât believe her, she didnât even give you a chance to talk. Shaking your head you turned to leave not wanting to hear any of the crap she was throwing at you. Clearly she was in a bad mood and she decided to take it out on you.
âYouâre just a distraction you know that right?!â Stopping at her words you turned around, even though there was nothing going on between you and Dina you still wanted to hear what she had to say to you, wanting to know what the girl thought of you.
âYouâre a distraction and a replacement for Jesse just like youâre the replacement for me with Joel. Do you really think Dina would want you? Or that Joel had some sort of fatherly feelings for you? I was gone so he filled in the gap with you.â She threw these words at you without even considering the damage they would cause.
You looked at her with a hurt expression. Already feeling the sadness coming back up. But Ellie was far from done.
âNo one wants you (y/n), no one fucking wants you and no one needs you. Do you really think that anyone would choose you if they could have anyone else but you?!â Ellie told herself to stop but she couldnât, she was so angry at you even though you did nothing wrong. How could she tell you that no one wanted you when she was the one who wanted you the most.
You stood there taken aback by her. No one has ever hurt you like that just with words, not even your own father and you always thought he was horrible. No. This side of Ellie was horrible. What have you done to her to deserve this? You could feel your bottom lip trembling and your eyes were filled with tears, blinking them away.
âYou-.â Not letting her hurt you more you interrupted her.
âShut. Up. Literally shut up. You have no idea what youâre talking about. I never kissed Dina thereâs nothing going on between her and I. Even if I had feelings for her, which I donât. I would never act on them, Jesse is my friend I would never get between them and hurt him. Iâm not looking to replace anyone. Like you just said no one wants me so how I could I replace anyone in the first place?â You said, angrily wiping your tears away.
âHow could you accuse Joel of replacing you with me when you were the one who abandoned him? You were like a daughter to him and you left him for whatever stupid reason you had. This man wouldâve done anything for you and you just pushed him away from you. Do you really think anyone could replace you? Let alone me? Be a little bit more grateful for the people that care about you and start appreciating them before they get taken away from you and stop focusing on unimportant things Williams.â Not giving her a chance at saying anything you glanced at her one last time before walking away, leaving her standing there alone. Feeling the tears streaming down your face, you rushed home. Ellie really hurt you. You two have never been on good terms but she has never said anything this hurtful towards you, especially not like that.
Ellie watched you leave. Realizing all the things she just said to you, she ran a hand down her face sighing âfuck.â She wiped a single tear away. Regretting all the bullshit she just threw at you she knew she fucked up, real bad.
Once you got home, you shut the door, leaning against it you were breathing heavily, sliding down you started crying even harder.
Replaying Ellieâs words in your head, you were reminded of your father. How he always made it clear that you were unwanted, you were nothing but a burden to him, he left you damaged but having Joel and Dina helped you. They made you feel like you were important, like you deserved to be loved but Ellie just crushed all of that. She made you doubt yourself again, leaving you feeling worthless.
You know that if it was anyone else telling you this youâd tell them to go screw themselves but Ellie had a different effect on you, having her hurt you like this hurt you more than you wanted to admit. You didnât expect this day to turn out this way. Thinking back to how excited you were in the morning to actually spend some time alone with Ellie you almost started laughing, knowing how Ellie actually felt about you hurt bad.
You could never look at her the same again, she made her hatred towards you pretty clear today. You two have never been close but you felt like it was getting a little better lately. How wrong you were. Where would you go from here?
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I saw y'all discussing potential zodiac signs for Pascal's characters, what's your take on the major ones? I personally believe Marcus Pike is a cancer, Catfish's a pisces, Din's a virgo, Whiskey's an aries, Oberyn's either a leo or a libra, Ezra's a gemini or a sag, but I lean towards gemini. Javier's the poster child for Scorpio. Don't know about Maxwell Lord.
pedro character star signs
iâm so sorry it took so long, i was tweaking this so much bc i wanted to make sure i got it right! these are just what i think based on my astrology opinions, i hope you like it! đ i added their moon signs for flair bc i can. gonna tag a few friends i think may be interested, hope itâs not an inconvenience
max phillips: aries sun & moon. his ambition and charisma paired with the carefree attitude and optimism are an optimum fire sign duality and despite the fact i shouldn't, i love it so much. he has an inner child that he spoils with the riches of his conquests (good and bad) & gets emotional contentment when he succeeds in achieving his goals. knows what he wants & is quick to make those wants known. you never have to worry about where you stand with him because he will not hesitate to tell you.
javier peĂąa: taurus sun with scorpio moon (the real guy is a taurus & i can see it but w heavy scorpio influence). he has his own structure and routine and will fight to the death to maintain it. very work oriented & does his best to rationalize his emotion-driven scorpio moon with his taurean logic, it's a tossup as to whether it works half the time. has a lot of emotional needs that aren't always met day to day & thats why he smokes and drinks and fucks. but donât let anything make you doubt his love for you because the only thing stronger than his stubborn streak is his heart and its capacity to love you so damn much.
maxwell lord: libra sun with a sagittarius moon. the charisma? attractive and engaging af. oddly adept at chameleoning himself into whatever social group he's trying to vibe with. will draw eyes no matter what because so many people know him & if they don't already, they sure as hell want to. it takes him a while to learn to balance healthy relationships and his work life but when he does, you can visibly see how much healthier he is because of it. normally tends to his emotions in private but with help, he can start sharing a bit more. more optimistic than he sometimes should be but it could be worse
frankie morales: pisces sun with a cancer moon. his caring and sometimes cautious nature (with a twinge of homicidal tendencies) make him one that you don't just casually fuck with sexually or otherwise. catches feelings very easy & makes a lot of emotionally-driven decisions. these two water signs have a propensity towards codependence & defensiveness when hurt. is at his best when he feels loved and is supported by those he loves. emotions are always fluctuating and thereâs some trouble with self-discipline (which is not the same as self-deprecation). because of this, he needs someone who can ground him
jack "whiskey" daniels: his swagger!! his charm!! his generosity!! the protectiveness over people he cares about!! this has the makings of a leo sun. this charismatic sun sign paired with his capricorn moon create a living example of the most balanced "work hard, play hard" you've ever seen. has a tendency to set high standards for himself and others & is a smidge more accepting when people fuck up, wanting to help them be better in the future. his emotions are often repressed in the name of responsibility but when he feels safe, he isnât shy about them in the slightest. very confident in his skills & one of those that heâs the proudest of is his ability to cheer you up when youâre sad
din djarin: he is the most virgo virgo to ever virgo, a double whammy of it in both his sun & moon placements. very logical, disciplined, and tradition-oriented. knows how to bargain and budget, approaches problems with as little emotional attachment as he can (doesn't always work though), and is selfless af. needs something to keep him from being a worry wart bc otherwise he will spend every waking moment fretting over anything he can find. remarkably well-rounded & somehow the most emotionally stable
ezra: everything about this man radiates aquarius sun + gemini moon and you will never convinve me otherwise. he's just enough of an intellectual elitist (the big words and flowy shakespearian vocabulary) for it to border on unique and fun & annoying as fuck. every aquarian i've met has a quirk that sets them apart from everyone else & ezra's quirk (besides murder) is his vocabulary. it takes him a long time to learn to not talk over people on accident (sometimes he does on purpose just to be a bastard), but you can tell when heâs really trying to be conscious of it.
marcus moreno: now this man is what you call a pisces. a softie with a heart of gold that is constantly being underestimated, he has more power than most think. his silly and carefree nature detracts from the badassery he's capable of so it sometimes catches you off guard when he goes into Badass In Chargeâ˘ď¸ mode but itâs there. his moon is also in pisces, which adds to his gentility and desire to be understood by his partner. this man just needs some love dammit, give it to him already!! his empathy makes him the Cool Dadâ˘ď¸ bc missy and literally any other kid get the vibe of âyeah this adult will actually listen to me and value my opinionsâ
dave: capricorn sun, aries moon. he thrives with people who can handle their own shit competency kink anyone? and doesnât have patience with those who should know better. his standards are higher than a stoned giraffe, and is at his best in controlled environments. has a strong sense of self & a short list of people he would risk it all for. not as outwardly expressive but he does have a couple cues that you learn over time. also knows what he wants and is very meticulous in how he goes about getting it; there are very few places where he takes no for an answer. is a very good provider but donât expect him to be mushy when you thank him for things he does for you.
oberyn martell: gemini sun & leo moon. heâs got more charisma than can fit in the ocean and sometimes it gets him into trouble. this man thrives on validation from loved ones. there is never a worry about not knowing what heâs feeling because oh boy is this man expressive. heâs a protector and a provider (and a gossip but donât let him hear you say that). can and will cause a scene if thereâs ample opportunity, he enjoys watching shit go down. will only interfere if it directly impacts him or someone he really cares about but otherwise will just pop the popcorn and pull up a seat. somehow has all the details of everything that ever happens but you learn to not question it.
pero tovar: scorpio sun (but specifically october scorpio) & aquarius moon. heâs highly rational when it comes to emotions but does have a temper. heâs observant af of his environment & the emotions of everyone around him, and chooses his actions carefully based on those. doesnât confront his deeper emotions as often as he should bc itâs easier to default to Angyâ˘ď¸ and let the rest of the world come to their own assumptions. has no tolerance for lies and other bs, wants the truth and though it makes him seem power-hungry and manipulative, thatâs not his intention. itâs just his way of looking for someone he can trust with the most intimate parts of him
marcus pike: this man? taurus sun, cancer moon. has a fear of abandonment that takes a while to quell but once itâs gone, heâs all in. heâs very empathetic and observant af, will know exactly what you need before you voice said need. will feel guilty for his baggage sometimes and the guilt will make him recluse for a short period until heâs reminded just how appreciated he is. does not play around when it comes to affection & is very eager to give and receive it whenever possible
my friends that i think might be interested: @scribbledghost @autumnleaves1991-blog @dyke--grayson @max--phillips @dindjarindiaries @pikemoreno @ohnopoe @pedropasscals @forever-rogue @engineeredfiction @bitchin-beskar
#pedro pascal#din djarin#din djarin headcanons#max phillips#max phillips headcanon#javier peĂąa#javier peĂąa headcanon#frankie morales hc#frankie morales#marcus moreno#maxwell lord#marcus pike#marcus pike hc#oberyn martell#oberyn martell headcanon#pero tovar#pero tovar headcanon#ezra (prospect)#ezra (prospect) headcanon#dave york#dave york headcanon#jack daniels#agent whiskey#jack daniels hc#agent whiskey headcanon#astrology#character astrology#pedro pascal characters#star signs
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Title: Childhood (Ao3)
Rating: Teen and Up (Probably General?)
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Pairing(s): BruAbba
Summary: âIs that--?â
âYeah,â Bruno breathes, running his fingers over the worn leather. Thereâs a picture carefully taped to the center with his family name burned into the leather underneath.
Notes: Had to get in a prompt for Bruno Week, so I went with 'Childhood'.
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Bruno sits on the floor, surrounded by boxes of various shapes and sizes. Ever since moving into the mansion, heâs been slowly picking through his old things, trying to decide what is or isnât worth keeping. Itâs taken him a lot longer than he expected, considering his tendency to just throw things in storage and forget about them.
âWhatâcha doing?â Abbacchio asks from the doorway.
Bruno glances up from the pile of miscellaneous junk dumped out from the most recent box. âThought I should finally⌠consolidate, I guess.â
Abbacchio hums as he steps into the room. âNeed some help?â
âProbably,â Bruno admits with a sigh. âI just keep looking at it all, andâŚâ
âWant to pack it back up and stick it back in storage?â
âYou got me,â Bruno says, sheepish.
âYouâve been doing the same thing for years. It was bound to catch up to you-- is this Fugoâs--â
Before Abbacchio can finish, Brunoâs already snatched the stuffed strawberry back. âShh. If he finds out I have this, heâll burn it.â
Abbacchio snorts, âYouâre a sentimental bastard.â
Bruno shrugs, but he doesnât outright deny the accusation. They both know itâs true.
âMost of this is going to end up back in storage, you know,â Abbacchio toes through the pile in front of Bruno with his boot until something catches his eye. âHey, whatâs that?â
âWhat?â Brunoâs expression shifts from a scowl aimed at Abbacchio to confusion faced toward the pile of what looks to be mostly old clothes. It takes him a moment to spot the bound leather book, and it isnât until he picks it up that he realizes what it is. He hasnât seen it in so long, that heâs long since thought it lost.
âIs that--?â
âYeah,â Bruno breathes, running his fingers over the worn leather. Thereâs a picture carefully taped to the center with his family name burned into the leather underneath. He canât help staring at the photograph. The quality leaves something to be desired, but the people in the image look happy. What, with the man and woman pressed together with a small toddler held between them. The kid has bright blue eyes and a toothy grin, and heâs utterly indifferent to the way his hair is whipping in the wind.
âI bet you were a menace,â Abbacchio says as he moves to sit beside Bruno. He leans against him, bumping his shoulder lightly.
âYou have no idea,â Bruno answers with a hint of a smile. He flips the book open and pulls a face when the first image that greets him is far less photogenic. Abbacchio bursts into laughter beside him after getting a look at the newborn version of his partner.
âYou look pissed.â
âIs anyone happy to be born?â
âProbably not,â Abbacchio admits, but he busts up into another round of laughter as he gets another look at the picture.
Bruno reaches over to playfully shove him. âSee if I let you look at the rest.â
âAlright, alright,â Abbacchio holds up his hands in surrender, âIâll be good.â
âLiar.â
âGuilty,â Abbacchio shrugs.
Bruno rolls his eyes and turns the page. The next photograph is of his mother, holding him on her hip. Sheâs laughing with an expression more open than he actually remembers seeing on her face. Itâs not hard to see why, considering the smear of blue icing across baby Brunoâs face. Itâs clearly an image from his first birthday party, where he had apparently been allowed to try the cake. Or, perhaps more accurately, face-planted into it.
He expects Abbacchio to start laughing again. Instead, he finds the man staring intently at the image with a look of awe.
âLeone?â
âSorry,â Abbacchio answers after a moment, âIt just occurred to me that Iâve never seen any of these before, and I didnât think I would.â
âOh,â Bruno breathes. He hadnât thought about that. Hell, heâd thought the book permanently lost to time, never to be seen again. Apparently, he had just packed it tightly among old clothes. Probably the best cushioning he could think up at the time. He can barely remember the last time he held the album in his hands. It used to hurt to even look at it. To know that so much of it contained pictures of his mother, but itâs easier now that heâs older. Now that he isnât so bitter and hurt. It helps to know that his papa made it for him.
Abbacchio reaches out to squeeze his knee gently. âCâmon, show me more of those big, blue eyes that have us all suckered.â
Bruno huffs a laugh, âItâs not my fault you all are so easily done in.â
âYou really donât have enough appreciation for what itâs like to be on the other side of you,â Abbacchio answers with a fondness in his voice. He nudges Bruno again and nods toward the album.
The next few pages are full of photographs from various parts of Brunoâs toddler years. Theyâre mostly mundane, everyday type of photos, including the dreaded bathtub picture that Bruno can only roll his eyes at, while Abbacchio is beyond delighted.
And then the bob appears for the first time. Brunoâs all of five years-old and already fascinated with zippers when he cuts his own bangs. Itâs a complete mess, one that his mother has to fix for him. Ultimately, his bangs end up shorter than he wanted, but the look obviously stuck for the most part.
âI canât believe youâve had a bob this long,â Abbacchio marvels, turning the album this way and that, as if it might give him more insight into whatever had been going on in little Brunoâs head.
Bruno shrugs, âI think it looks nice.â
âOh, Iâm not arguing that. I canât imagine you any other way, but most people donât stick with the same haircut they had at-- what, six?â
âFive.â
âHa, yeah. Exactly,â Abbacchio shakes his head, but thereâs a fond smile on his face as he hands the book back to Bruno.
The next picture, mercifully, sees Brunoâs hair at a better length. Properly cut this time, but definitely still in a bob. His bangs are parted down the middle, a look his mother insisted on, and one Bruno didnât have enough of an opinion on at the time to argue against. It fits, in a way. It matches his age better.
He turns the page again to see himself holding up a fairly small fish, but thereâs a grin on the little version of him that could have split his cheeks in two. He huffs an amused breath and flips to the next page.
âWait,â Abbacchio catches the corner of the page that Brunoâs on and turns it backward. âWhat the hell happened to your teeth?â He asks, going back and forth between the two photographs. In the one with the fish, Bruno has all of his front teeth, top and bottom. In the next, heâs missing three on the top row and two more on the bottom. There canât be more than a few months between the two pictures, and yet.
âOh,â Bruno laughs, âI uh⌠didnât listen to my papa when he said not to run on the docks. I took a fall into the water, but not before I kissed the peer.â
Abbacchio winces in sympathy. âThat sounds awful.â
âIt would have been, but I had just caught my biggest fish to date,â Bruno pauses to indicate the fish in the first photograph, âOf course, it got away when I fell in the water, but I was too excited to care.â
Abbacchio huffs, âThatâs too fucking cute.â
âIt wasnât at the time, I assure you. I was covered in blood, and papa panicked.â
âI can imagine,â seeing the aftermath is impressive enough.
Bruno laughs softly as he looks back at the image. He can only imagine what his papa must have felt at the time. With his child soaked in blood and saltwater. Bruno must have been a mess at the time, but he can remember how the grin never wavered from his face. Not while being cleaned up, and not while being scolded (either time, by either parent).
âShit, Bruno, are you okay?â Abbacchio asks beside him, abruptly pulling him from his thoughts.
Bruno blinks in confusion, then again as he notices his vision has blurred. It takes a third time for him to realize that tears have built in his eyes, and he laughs again as he wipes them away. âIâm fine.â
âAre you sure? We can-- we donât have to keep looking,â Abbacchio reaches out with his thumb to gently swipe under each of Brunoâs eyes.
âNo, no, itâs fine. Really,â Bruno offers him a somewhat shaky smile. âTheyâre good memories. Itâs just been awhile.â
âYeah,â Abbacchioâs voice is quiet, a near whisper. âIâm sure they are.â
Despite his own protests, Bruno closes the album with a gentle snap as the pages come together. âMaybe I should make one of these,â he muses without looking down at the book in his hands.
âThat would be a good idea,â Abbacchio pauses, âBut leave me out of it.â
âNonsense, youâll be the star.â
âI hate you.â
âDo you?â
âIf only,â Abbacchio says with a put-upon sigh that only gets another peel of laughter out of Bruno. Chuckles quickly turn into giggles as Bruno catches a glimpse of the exaggerated look on Abbacchioâs face, and he laughs until heâs crying for a whole different reason.
âAlright, alright,â Abbacchio interrupts, but he canât fight his own smile. âLetâs clean this up and go take awful, humiliating pictures of your hoard of children.â
#bruabba#abbabru#bruno bucciarati#bruno buccellati#leone abbacchio#jjba#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba part 5#part 5#vento aureo#golden wind#look i never rate anything#below teen#so i'm hesitant to do so now#but the worst in here is some mild dental stuff#of the childhood variety#ie bruno busts a few teeth out on accident#blitzwrites#blitz
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I ask you because youâre good at articulating your thoughts but why do you like BB? I just wanna know the hype behind this ship, Iâve seen people outside the fandom either say theyâre waiting for it to be canon to get into the show or they claim itâs the only good thing about it.
Hey, anon! Ah, getting a lovely compliment about articulating thoughts while I sit here struggling to articulate my thoughts lol.
Okay, I want to start by saying that I personally like Yang/Blake about as much as the majority of the ships I have. Meaning, the 95% of fictional characters I enjoy seeing as a canonical couple and/or imagining as a potential couple, excluding the 5% that I get really, really into. I've got OTPs and I've got casual ships. BB is the latter. Why is this important? Because I think BB has been under an extreme amount of pressure over the years, with that pressure only increasing as time goes on and that... kinda sucks. They represent the growing demand for explicitly queer relationships. They're tied to a webseries and a fandom rather infamous at this point for its heated, controversial content. They're a part of an era where fans are more focused than ever on canonical status, whereas back in the day you just enjoyed ships for the hell of it, regardless of their chances of getting together on screen. It used to be that people unironically adored ships for characters who had never exchanged a single greeting. Nowadays, you need a ten page essay explaining why the ship is supposedly The Best. Blake/Yang is bound up in all of that, resulting in a community that, yeah, hypes things up to an arguably unnecessary degree. We've reached a point where this couple supposedly makes or breaks the entire show; it's either the greatest ship to every grace the small screen, or it's the ruin of the entire franchise. In reality, Blake/Yang is just... a ship. Like any other ship. Some people like it. Some people don't. It should be far more casual than it is. Which isn't to say fans aren't justified in being invested in the politics of the queer relationship â I am â or even just emotionally invested in a ship they really enjoy, but rather that I think the hype is due more to these external factors than the relationship itself. Blake and Yang arguably aren't unique in what makes them an attractive couple. Are they important in terms of that representation for an American webseries? Yes. Are they exceptional in regards to these two character types being shipped by a fandom? Not by a longshot. I could give you hundreds of ships that look just like Blake and Yang.
And that for me is part of the appeal. I like many of the same sorts of things in my ships. One of those is the "opposites attract" setup, where we have the brash party girl coupled with the quieter bookworm. They balance each other in a number of significant ways, from fighting styles to their backgrounds. And, for fic purposes, that balance can also provide great conflict for them to work through, resulting in a stronger couple down the line. Going off of that, I enjoy that they're already partners at the (near) start of the show. The different definitions of "partner" is always fun, but beyond that â and despite the before mentioned shipping of characters who have never interacted â there's a tendency to pair of the duos who have already been paired up by the story. There's a sense of inevitability about it (fate, perhaps?) alongside the practical benefit of them getting a lot of screen time together. There's a reason why Blake/Yang and Ruby/Weiss got popular, with the former arguably surpassing the latter only because of its likelihood of becoming canon. We reached a point where the show is actively pushing Blake/Yang in a way they never did Ruby/Weiss â their coding is far stronger â and that creates a snowball effect: popular ships keep getting more popular the more attention they're paid; you pay the popular stuff more attention. Round and round we go. But I also enjoy their awkward flirting and tender moments, no matter how many problems might be attached to those in the story's context. I like how they tease and push one another â even if, again, the story has largely failed in that regard. They have a lot of good potential, shall we say, which is all a fan ever needs. Whether you're analyzing one of their clearly coded moments, or just running with the balanced color scheme â Yang has purple eyes with Blake wearing purple, Blake has yellow eyes with Yang wearing yellow â there's a lot in the show to connect them together, making the already easy job of shipping even easier.
Blake/Yang is a solid ship. They just also happen to be a ship bearing most of the weight of their show. I've made the comparison before, but it's not unlike Dean/Cas becoming the cornerstone of Supernatural. You reach a point where the story itself is such a mess that the most popular pairing becomes the supposed answer to all these problems: it's either the saving grace, or the reason for the show's destruction. It'll either save RWBY or function as the explanation for its downfall. Yang/Blake is heading more and more in that direction, either built up or torn down to an extreme degree as it tries to bear that weight. But honestly? I don't think it's any better or worse than those hundred other ships I could toss out. Ignoring the f/f rep, they're a pretty classic setup, a dime a dozen, and the important takeaway is that there's nothing wrong with that. There's a reason pairings like Blake/Yang got popular in the first place. Saying "I've seen it before" isn't a bad thing because fans like familiarity. But it simultaneously means they're not the best thing since sliced bread. They're neither the devil nor the angel the RWBY community has made them out to be.
So basically, my own casual enjoyment aside, I don't think the external factors propelling the love/hatred for the ship means the ship itself is actually that astounding or horrific. In a better written show, a less controversial show, setting aside those fans who have Yang/Blake as their first OTP and are pouring all that intense love into it, etc. I think the ship would still be popular... but we wouldn't be in this "it's the only good thing about the show"/"this was the show's downfall" territory. Pretty much every large fandom is going to develop that one, popular ship â just look at how fast Loki/Mobius happened â which shows that Blake/Yang is not unique in regards to getting the majority of a community's attention. It's just that other shows are solid enough to let ships be ships, without expecting any one ship to prove the show's worth. Or herald its downfall.
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I feel bad for all the nice J*nsa shippers who like their ship for whatever reasons (tropes, pretty art, aesthetic appeal, whatever) and know it's not canon but get associated with the misogynistic Dany hating crowd who act like Jon being attracted to Ygritte is J*nsa foreshadowing because red hair (I guess Jon should fuck Edmure Tully too? Omg give me Dark!Jon getting revenge on Catelyn by seducing her brother!) Tell me something. I'm new to the fandom but was J*nsa popular before the show? And I've heard something about the OG J*nsa shippers being alienated by the new shippers who insisted it had to be canon and acted like the series is called, "A song of J*nsa #danysux." I don't find that hard to believe because I know people who are now ashamed of calling themselves J*nsa shippers. Like, at this point, it's not only rival shippers who hate it. Even Gendrya/Braime/Jon stans/etc have started disliking that ship. You know your fandom is a problem when people who have nothing to do with Jnsa have a problem with it.
me: reads this ask
me: iwastheregandalf.gif which I can't find now but
okay anon buckle up because I am sadly well-equipped to answer this ask but before I do lemme tell you dark jon seducing edmure to take revenge on cat is LITERALLY THE BEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD but *clears throat* ALL RIGHT THEN.
disclaimer: as anon says I have no issue with like the shippers mentioned by anon in the beginning and ngl I agree, I have ABSOLUTELY ZERO FUCKING STAKES in the j*nsa vs j*nerys war and the only het jon ship I gaf about is jon/ygritte and we all know where that ended up I just... have been here since 2011/adwd was over and all the fic around was just for the books under secret lj communities and asoiaf qualified for yuletide and I have... seen... things.... and I actually have like uh had... beef... with some people in there and I know things bc ppl who hated those others told me stuff so anyway *sigh* buckle up anon I'mma tell you the story of jon shipwars through the years
in order, the old gods help me here, under the cut bc this is long as fuck
when I got into fandom also given what numbers were on ao3 one ship was popular and it was sansan. no like sansan was lit. the only asoiaf ship on ao3 with more than 200 fics. jb had twenty when i checked first. jc had like around 100-ish because of the show but sansan dwarfed anything. I posted the first jon/ygritte fic on the ao3 tag and the fourth throbb fic and like the others were all reposts from lj kinkmemes. nothing was popular before the show except for sansan when it comes to huge numbers bc grrm doesn't like fic and it was all hush hush until the show made it impossible to control and that ship was the one with a huge enough fanbase it actually had numbers, so like... j*nsa wasn't popular in the way nothing else was popular until it got screentime on the show
now, that stated, j*nsa had a... fair amount of fic for a rareship which was mostly book-based and from og shippers that were there from before the show and liked it for what it was but literally none of them thought it was gonna be canon, like it wasn't huge or anything but it had a small but dedicated fanbase who did their own thing and thought it was fun/liked the idea but that was it
that fandom had their own niche of hcs that they cultivated and shit except that like... at the end of S5/beginning of S6 there was a surge in shipping for... well obvious reasons bc it was obv sansa was getting to the wall and that would have been all nice and good but a) it was the time puritanical shipping was starting to take root and the 'shipping sansa with sandor or tyrion is hella problematic' rhetoric had started to circle coming from sans*ery shippers mostly but I'mma not open that fucking can of worms here, b) while the ending of S5 had more of a theon/sansa spike, the j*nsa stuff started getting big
now here we have to mention my villain origin story ie: j*nsa fandom had this one stan whose name I won't make because honestly it's been years and if she's still around I don't want her to remember I exist who was a bnf, wrote for... the website that created the whole larry/carol thing etc who was really fixed on this thing that j*nsa was actually canon and started writing extremely popular meta about it. now you're gonna ask how do you know, I know because this person once wrote a meta named 'why robb stark is a dick' and I told her that it was really fucking bad meta and she took it so badly she kept on trash talking me on her blog/her podcast (I was apparently the insane robb stark fangirl l m a o good lord) and like that was when some sane ppl who argued with her informed me in pvt that she was basically harping on the CANON thing when they'd have been okay with like... it being crackshipping and that she was basically cultivating a hoarde of followers who were harping on them/the ogs and basically ostracizing them;
I would like to add that this person - before her tumblr got 'accidentally deleted' and remade it therefore deleted most receipts for, er, her so-called meta which included stuff like ned and cat raised sansa as a sexual object and only wanted to sell her like cattle - had at some point started a round robin fic thing where... some of the characters mocked openly said stuff that some of the og fans had said specifically targeting them and people in that side basically went harassing anyone who didn't agree with that specific notion
now never mind that this person basically coined an entire term to describe ppl who liked white guys and excused all their wrongdoings out of my conversation re robb basically lying about everything I said as if I didn't have the receipts and tried to sell shirts with it and it didn't work and like then she got kicked out of her own website because she was telling her commenters disagreeing pretty shitty insults (considering I was called psychotic for disagreeing with her that time I don't doubt it) I think at some point she stepped back from fandom bc idk wtf she's up to these days and I don't want to, but basically at that point the dam was broken and there was a bunch of puritanical shippers harping on anyone who didn't agree with j*nsa is canon endgame stuff
this also includes an incident when those ppl were like... passing themselves as throbb shippers and ended up trying to tell t*hramsay shippers off the theon tag based on moral reasons and I ended up arguing with all of them (and they were all from that crowd) which in turn landed me in contact with other og j*nsa shippers who were like detached from that fandom bc those same people harassed them away as well ssooooo fun
anyway when S6 happened everyone was high on it and whatnot but I wasn't gonna begrudge them that I mean... you shipped it for years, canon is delivering you, good for you, but then j*nerys happened
god j*nerys happened
aaand basically...... I mean personally I was there like are y'all seriously arguing about the best incest jon ship out there but like basically the j*nsa endgame side was like AH JON IS PLAYING DANY SEE IF IT DOESN'T HAPPEN, the j*nerys obv got defensive af and both sides were sort of alternatively shitting on jon/ygritte anyway and depicting any other romantic rship jon could have as abusive⢠and during S8 it just got worse and like I tried to stay out of it but basically from what I'm seeing now idk how the j*neryses are doing but on the j*nsa one it's ah jon's gonna play dany anyway and she's going to go insane like in the show so SHOW TRUTHING EVERY OTHER WAY and like again denying that sandor exists or that tyrion exists and like I barely touch my corner (sansan) but I ended up arguing with j*nsa/th*nsa people on twitter who were antis and is2g it was white-hair inducing and I know for sure the sansa/tyrion shippers were harassed to hell and back throughout so FUN
and even if the show didn't go there now since everyone there banked on the jnsa endgame thing and admitting you're wrong is like... not a thing, they still haven't let go of it and attach to that ship any shred of evidence which honestly is grasping at straws half of the time (like... the sansa/alysanne parallels like guys please no) and which is why every other ship is starting to get fed up, attaching canon proof of stuff from other ships onto theirs see that batb argument and jb is platonic but jonsa is not nvm taking all the sansan stuff and throwing it on j*nsa but then denying that sansan has canon evidence (like guys I had to read sansa touching his shoulder when saying gregor wasn't a true knight wasn't meaningful and we were seeing things please) and blah blah blah
this also goes hand in hand with the fixation on like... villanizing dany at all costs and like is2g I have zero investment in dany or her storyline I don't even remember it and I don't particularly care abt her either way and sure af I'm not for j*nerys endgame but like.... some stuff I read is completely excessive esp when fixing on how she's a completely mad tyrant who's gonna have to be put down and like... guys no
(also there's some srs stannis hate in that corner which I honestly don't get why they even care abt stannis but I had to read stuff like ppl don't recognize that dany and stannis are the real villains in this saga and like........ idek)
I think most of the og shippers are gone or don't ship it openly bc they don't want to be attached to the drama but like I also think they're pissing off everyone else bc like... I mean a bunch of them also were down with sansa being paired with other ppl as long as it meant a good ending for her except those ppl were... like everyone but the ppl she has actual contact with in canon which meant that at some point sansa/gendry was a thing and like.... you can imagine why arya/gendry shippers & arya stans were fed up, and there's also this tendency to behave like sansa is the center of the entire saga which like these books is named a song of jon snow basically can we pls make peace with it and personally I've had it with both j*nsa and j*nerys people since they started with that dumbass JON/YGRITTE WAS AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP rhetoric but I'm also fed up with the total ignoring that sandor exists/depicting us as delusional and honestly I also was by proxy fed up from the harassing of the sansa/tyrion shippers soooooooooooo
there were also instances of 'well theon is an acceptable choice other than jon bc he can't threaten her' which... i mean we all know what that meant and I'm not even commenting it bc it's one AM and I have no force to but I don't have to explain why it's not a progressive take now do I
there were also metas about how cousin incest being legal in half of the world means that jondany is a worse incest and j*nsa doesn't count as such and I was basically there like guys please just fucking own up to it but honestly I chose to forgot where I read that and I couldn't find the link if I tried
tldr: no one wants to admit that it's not gonna be endgame which considering the amount of fic they have on ao3 is imvho useless bc they have more content than like.. anything I ship that's not jb or that's actually like canon *cries in joncon/rhaegar but I mean renly/loras is canon and has less fic than them* so idk what's the problem with enjoying that instead of insisting it's gonna be canon when not even the show validated it while show truthing anyway when the only show truthing that can be truthed is the small council made of minorities and possibly jon eventually fucking off with the wildlings but not like that but like most people who thought it wasn't gonna be endgame had left/were made to leave by the time S7 rolled by and at this point since wow isn't out yet everyone is fandom-grasping at straws to find stuff to discourse on and we're here beating dead horses *shrug*
so that's... how it is but I would again like to point out that I don't judge ppl on their shipping, I don't particularly care about this entire feud bc I only ship jon with ppl he's not related to in whichever way and I try to stay out of this mess bc I don't really care to argue with ppl who have already decided to bend canon to whatever they want and will have to realize that it's not what grrm wrote at some point but like I have a very good memory and the above rant is as objective as possible also bc again I don't literally have a stake in that race I just think romantic/endgame j*nsa is not a thing and that ppl should stay in their lane and not harping on other ppl who ship whatever in general but especially when their ship is the most popular thing in fandom in the first place /two cents
#1#2#3#4#5#anonymous#ask post#anti-jonsa#anti jonsa#anti-jonerys#anti jonerys#both of them for equality
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Thank you so much for your amazing writing!! I love all the ficlets and fics you have posted in your tumblr. Would you believe me if I say that everyday I log into tumblr to see if you have posted anything else? I have been in quarantine in my house for a month (government issued quarantine) but you always get me to smile. So thank you!! And keep on!! Ps: i love the fics in which you make jaskier interact with the rest of the wolves causing and initial panic as they are not used to affection.
I really hope quarantine has treated you well, Nonnie and things are easier wherever in the world you are! It make my little heart soar to know that my writing has brought a smile to your face. May this next little fic for you give you a little more to smile about today. I really hope you enjoy it!
As far as travelling companions went, Geralt was quite pleased with Jaskier. Minus his annoying tendency to chatter, to constantly play music and be a general pest. There wasnât anything special about him, except for the high notes he could hit when given enough incentive. He obviously hadnât seen enough of the world, given how constantly cheerful he was, happily bounding along after Geralt into all manner of fights. Which was downright unfortunate when Geralt ended up facing off against a leshen and miscalculated. Distantly, he could hear Jaskierâs shout and Geralt had just enough time left to feel guilty at making Jaskier witness his death and also probably be slaughtered by the leshen. But as his mind turned to the shame and indignity of such a stupid death, Geralt slipped from the land of the living.
He really didnât expect to blink his eyes open to see Jaskier peering down at him, lute in hand.
âAh, I was wondering when you would deign to wake up. Come on now, the day is wasting away. We have contract to claim the reward on then I want to sing in the tavern for a dinner. I have a new song I need to try.â
Geralt sat up with a groan and looked down at his stomach. His clothes had a large gash in them but underneath it, his skin was pristine, not even a scar to show some evidence of accelerate healing.
âI died,â he grunted.
âYeah, but you got better.â
That made zero sense but Jaskier was already off, strumming his lute and humming, obviously not interested in having a conversation. It was possibly for the first time in his life.
After that incident, Geralt paid more attention and he began to see a pattern. Wherever Jaskier went, meadows blossomed, vases perked up, there was even the incident with the kitten and the crying children. After Jaskier declared that an adult ought to have a look, the kitten was running around and the children cried no more. Only, Geralt had seen enough dead things to know that the kitten had most definitely not been alive three minutes earlier.
âAre you a necromancer?â he asked without any preamble, once they had settled on their bedrolls for the night.
âNo.â While the answer was the truth, Jaskier still sounded hesitant.
âBut? I know you brought that kitten back to life. And me, after that incident with the leshen.â
âOkay, technically Iâm not a necromancer. Iâm just-â Jaskier scratched the back of his neck and looked down before mumbling, âkind of on really good terms with Death.â
Once again, it made zero sense so Geralt just stared at Jaskier. It did the trick because more words came forth.
âI sort of died and didnât realise it, was a bit too busy composing. Well, Death heard my song and liked it. Like, really liked it. Now, I just have to play a song and ask Death and, well, youâve seen what happens. Plus, Death likes it when Iâm happy so I can work little things like flowers and the sorts without their input.â
Trust Jaskier to charm Death. Geralt was half tempted to start smacking his head against the wall because he actually should have expected it. Jaskier was too pure to be a necromancer.
âOkay,â Geralt said because there was nothing else to say really. And so, they continued along their travels. Winter saw them in Kaer Morhen with the other wolves and Geralt had all but forgotten to mention Jaskierâs otherworldly friend who helped out.
At first, it wasnât obvious. Sure, Lambert was ecstatic that his cactus had survived, even bore a flower a few days after their arrival but that was just strange. Vesemirâs herb garden seemed to be exceptionally bountiful. The only thing that was strange was the way the witchers could sense the opening of a portal every now and then but by the time they got to it, all they could see was Jaskier, strumming at his lute and singing something bright yet mournful, occasionally downright macabre.
One by one, the witchers figured it out, or at least thought they did. Geralt had to reassure his family that Jaskier wasnât a necromancer, they would have been able to detect the sharp burn of such magic. But proof came when, one morning, Eskel entered the great hall, face crumpled with grief, the body of a goat in his arms.
âItâs Liâl Bleater,â he said, voice shaking ever so slightly. âI donât know what happened.â
Lambert had skidded around the corner and marched up to Eskel, pulling him into a hug as soon as the goatâs body was gently laid down. There wasnât anything he could rally say to make it better.
âHe was in his pen, safely locked in.â Eskel was trembling a little but there were no tears. âI donât know what happened to him.â
Jaskier padded closer and suddenly Geralt knew what was going to happen. A hand darted out to stroke over Liâl Bleaterâs head before Jaskier settled to pluck a few chords on his lute, starting into a slow song.
âNow is not the time for this, bard,â Lambert spat, turning to snarl at Jaskier and his insensitive ways. âThis is Eskelâs- Oh fuck me.â
On the ground Liâl Bleater blinked awake and kicked to get back up onto four legs. Letting out a soft bleat, he trotted up to Eskel and butted against his leg.
It was the moment Vesemir entered the room and he frowned, looking between Eskel and his goat. âHow many times have I told you, no animals in the keep. I havenât had to tell you that since you were fifty.â
The secret was out about Jaskier though and he had to, once again, explain how he might have become buddies with Death. Nodding with a frown, Vesemir obviously had a few concerns.
âSo Death only ever brings things back to life for you. Never the other way round?â
Jaskierâs eyes widened in realisation and Geralt had to snatch the lute from his grasp as a mutter of âValdo Fucking Marxâ left Jaskierâs lips.
âAnd who else knows about this ability you have harnessed?â
Looking at Jaskier, it was obvious there was someone else. However, he was reluctant to say who and betray their confidence. It didnât matter though because a week later, a portal opened in the courtyard where the witchers were practising while Jaskier strummed at a new song. Of all the people, it was Yennefer who walked through it, a body slung over her shoulder.
âAgain?â Jaskier asked with a sigh but he diligently played a new song for Death as payment. On the floor, Stregobor gasped to life. âTry and keep him alive for more than two weeks this time, I need time to compose songs worthy enough.â
Nodding her thanks, Yennefer gripped Stregobor and disappeared through another portal without a word. Three sets of yellow eyes turned to Geralt who looked just a little shell shocked. He was definitely going to be more careful around Yennefer after that, he did not want to end up on her wrong side.
#geraskier#geralt of rivia#jaskier#eskel#lambert#vesemir#yennefer of vengerberg#tldr: jaskier is not a necromancer but still brings things back to life from the dead
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Bad Reputation
Synopsis: Henry and his girl canât get enough from one another. They keep finding themselves in rather sticky and lusty situations while other actors are present around them. đ¤
Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC
Word count:Â 2.3K
Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, exhibition kink, public display of affection, dirty language, slight fingering, daddy kink.
A/N: This is by request made for thigh riding! I see this as a slight sequel to Putting up a Show and Good Girl just because in my mind they are the same couple. Many thanks again to the marvellous @agniavateiraâ for doing the beta! Masterlist is here.
Let me know if you want to be added/removed! Thank you for reading as always :)
PR fucking nightmare - thatâs what our managers call us.Â
They thought it would go away after our first year of dating. But the sad truth is, Henry just loves to touch, and Iâm a hot-blooded woman who loves to fuck shit up. Three years in being married and the line is so goddamn blurry by now; I am never quite certain which one of us initiates it, nor do I even care.Â
I see my bear sitting sprawled across the red leather sofas, legs spread open as he can never keep them shut. I know Iâm terribly biased but that black tuxedo suit sure as hell looks great on his strong figure, especially with the crooked bowtie and the beard heâs been growing for his new movie role.Â
And as if the bad boy vibes and big dick energy he sends everywhere wasnât enough, the half-empty Grey Goose bottle on the round golden table next to him and the slight sweat that covers his forehead is a red flag that we are definitely getting into trouble tonight.Â
Bring it on.Â
Armie is sitting right next to him, telling him about some scheme by the gesture he is making with his hands. But I can tell Henry has other things on his mind. I can feel his eyes looking at me even when I am standing far away. Our gazes meet, he offers me a mischievous smile, showing off the large dimples of his cheeks. This is what I call a wet, slippery invention.Â
I blush and look away. I mean, I have Rebecca Ferguson holding my forearms. That woman makes me want to invite her into our bedroom, but Henry doesnât like sharing, not even with women. It doesnât matter how much Iâd pout and beg, he likes me all to himself, and he loves it when others can see that I am his.Â
Itâs always his hand between my thighs, riding up higher, thumb tickling at my clit teasingly. We sat through an entire acceptance speech with him working me hard. If anyone looks closely at that video on Youtube, you can see the exact moment when he hits the spot.
Sorry, Leo, I wasnât smiling because you won.Â
This is us being subtle. Hotels and parties, however, are a different story. We already had a manager quit on us because we made sure the entire floor hears what we are doing through the night.Â
Rebecca kisses me on the cheek, the gorgeous Swedish redhead is already tipsy, and Iâve had my second glass of wine. Sheâs in a red satin dress, her impressive breasts showing through her cleavage. I also spot a few freckles on her chest. It makes me pout and look at Henry, who shakes his head in refusal.Â
âWhere is your hubby anyway?â she asks playfully, and I point in the direction of where he is sitting. Armie is just getting up, leaving Henry alone. He pours himself some more vodka, fills the glass with ice and then takes a sip with a lustful gaze. Thatâs probably my cue to keep him company and take that glass away. Â
That video when he told everyone to get naked will forever be online. He also has a tendency to start making impressions of others when he is flustered, and I canât contain my laughter when that happens.
âHeâs too drunk to get up.â I sigh, shaking my head while he makes playful, sad faces at me. I shrug and take my phone out my purse, seeing two text messages from him.
Henry: âWhere are you, babygirl?â Henry: âI want to squeeze that ass.âÂ
I text him back âArmieâs? Go for it. Can we have Rebecca, pleaaaaase?âÂ
He reads my reply, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in complete refusal.Â
âNot. sharing. you. Do you want me to spank you in front of all these people?âÂ
Rebecca is oddly enough very touchy-feely, her hand sliding down my forearms while she speaks about how wonderful Henry is, and how fun it was to work with him on MI6.
âHeâs not like all the other ones, he is an actual friend,â she explains to me, her beautiful green eyes lighting up.Â
âI know, thatâs how he got me, pretended to be my friend for years.â I chuckle, remembering the times we were still just friends. If you look at videos of us from interviews and photos from events from the time we worked together, youâd think weâve been dating already. He always touched me subtly, his eyes staring at me intently when I speak. And of course, no one cracks him up the way I do.
But Henry waited 5 years for both of us to be single at the same time to âkidnapâ me during a walk with our dogs at the forest, where Iâd literally be unable to run away. He did that so he can tell me heâs been in love and growing in love with me ever since we met.
I smile at the sweet memory. I held my tears when that word left his lips.
âIâll come to say hello later, Iâm starving,â she says and rubs her belly gently. I nod and lean forward to kiss her, deliberately kissing her soft, red-painted lips for Henry to see. Us girls, we really donât mind.
As I turn to face him, he is already frowning. Heâs not amused by my vexing behaviour. I give him my best angelic posture, batting my lashes and holding my hands together while my head is tilted to the side. In that pale blue and silver dress, I might look like some saint right now, but my darling knows Iâve come from south to heaven.
I make my way to him, walking slowly, a smile both in my eyes and between my cheeks. I can feel the fire burning in my chest, the sight of him is dashing, those thick thighs ever so inviting. He spreads his legs even wider, the bulge in his groin made only for me. He has his pinky finger pressed between his teeth while checking me out.
My body heeds his calling, Iâm tingling wet.Â
I stand in front of him, my cheeks warm as if this is a first hook up of some sort. Henry rises his beautiful blues to stare straight into my eyes. The beaming lights in the hall make his sweaty skin glow in neon pink and gold, his eyes flashing bright as the different colours dance across his face.
âHow many of those have you had?â I ask, gesturing at the glass, noticing the half-empty bottle. I hope not too much, I expect to be rammed tonight when we return to the hotel.Â
He shrugs, putting the glass away without bothering to finish it. He is British, and boy, he can drink a lot. He is not as half as flustered as a different guy would be, but yes, he is certainly quite drunk. Enough to give me that look of his-one eyebrow rising up-while his eyes drink in my dress, cleavage, ass, and that slit that runs from my legs to my thighs.
My friends asked me if Henry is an ass or tits man, to which my answer was âhe is âall of meâ man.âÂ
âGotta love women's liberation.â He speaks in a deep, low voice, gesturing at my provocative dress.Â
âCome to daddy.â He demands, holding out his hand for me to come and sit on his thigh. To which I am more than happy to comply.
I spread my legs, moving to straddle his muscular thigh. There is a burning sensation at my core as my pelvis meets his taut muscle. My body always reacts to his touch. Henryâs hands immediately take my face, thumbs stroking at my cheeks.
âWhy do you tease me, beautiful?â he murmurs, his fierce gaze tracing my face, always taken by me, memorizing every freckle and flaw as if itâs the first time we ever sit so close. God, he makes me feel so beautiful even in my ugliest of ugly days.
I lean forward to get even closer, my ass riding up his leg and my hands reach out to tug at his white buttoned shirt. âOh, Henry-Bear, itâs. So. much. fun.â
Someone sits right next to us on the big red sofa, saying a friendly hello. We answer at the same time, without breaking eye contact. We never bother looking who is the actor, producer, or whatever who moved to bug us. Too lost in our own little mist of admiration. Henryâs fingers descend from my face to my neck, fingers skirting down my neck sensually.Â
âYou know what I love about these ceremonies and parties?â he asks as he leans closer to whisper in my ear and then places a wet, lingering kiss on my shoulder. His chin pushes the straps of my dress away, letting it fall on my forearm as if by accident. I let it glide, shivering as the coarse hair of his beard marks my flesh.
âI get to show you off while youâre wearing these outrageous dresses and everyone knows I am taking you home to fuck you until sunrise.â
I chuckle lustfully, my tongue pressed between my teeth. âLast time we didnât even make it home remember?â I hum gently, feeling his rough touch on my breasts. The tip of his thumbs circles my nipples, teasing them to harden through the thin fabric of my dress. I wouldnât give a fuck if Henry had me topless right now and sink his fangs in my tits for everyone to see. But he is far too selfish, I was made for his eyes and his eyes only.
He settles for a âchasteâ show, laying a kiss beneath my chin and then pressing his face at my cleavage, inhaling the scent of my body lotion before nibbling at my breast through my dress. His breath smells like vodka-sweet and spicy at once.
âI remember, Cumberbatch saw the whole thing,â he answers, his hands holding my ribs, slightly guiding me to move my body on top of his thigh in ghostlike movements. I am searing hot, my mound feels as if itâs seconds from catching fire. I am certain he can feel it, his blue eyes now hazy and dreamlike as they watch the pink tint that runs through my neck to my cheeks.Â
âFuck me, daddy, I am so horny!â
My whisper comes out as half a cry, weak and desperate. My body is a void, it suffers without his touch, it aches when weâre disjointed. I hope weâll never stop feeling this way toward one another.Â
âRide me, babygirl.â he urges me, raising his thigh up higher, so Iâll slide down closer. The friction makes me lose sight for a moment. My vision blurs as I throb wet and hot onto him. Good thing his trousers are black, otherwise, everyone would be able to detect the wetness I am leaving on his pants.Â
I canât reject his decree, my body needs him.Â
âYou like it when they watch, donât you?â he asks me with a slightly slurred voice. His hands glide down to squeeze my ass, assisting me in dancing on the rock-hard muscle of his leg. I am grinding slow and rough, shifting my weight forward, my right hand reaching his other thigh, clawing at him with growing pleasure.
Everyone is looking at us, I am sure, some embarrassed and perhaps even appalled. How puritan of you Hollywood. These people formed their own religion and hidden sex clubs. But I am convinced many enjoy this facade and discreetly salute us, some probably holding out their cameras. Â
I roll my hips up and clench my inner thighs, whimpering as my body begins to tremble. Â
It doesnât matter who is staring while I ride him so passionately, seeking my pleasure with urgency while Henryâs hands support me, saddling my hips and pulling me toward him. We donât see anyone else. Weâre locked into one another, the way we always did, just like when Henry had a girlfriend, when we were âjust friendsâ when I dated that asshole. Weâd walk into a room, and it was just me and him, hearts and chest bursting with love.
Every moment we couldnât have one another was stolen from us, we now fight to own it back. Â
âIâd sit you on my face in front of everyone, but I think Gretchen would kill us.â Henry half whispers against my throat and then licks up my neck as I lift my chin to the ceiling with gaping lips. He has his hand between my legs, drawing at my centre and sneaking between the slit of my dress to finish the job.Â
âFuck!â he teases my clit, his middle finger travelling at my seams. My entire existence shudders. The bass of the music blasts through my chest, my eardrums throb, and my eyes see all the colours of the neon at once as my cunt implodes with orgasmic bliss. Henry steals my gasp into his mouth, his hand pressing my cheeks, crushing my mouth with hunger.Â
Who could ever hate us for our expression of true love?
I gasp feverishly, holding onto him as if Iâm about to fall. Henryâs lips are on my temple and then my cheek. Pressing against me and not moving away. He envelops me in his big arms, a clear statement to all our viewers that I am his and he is mine. We both move our heads to see who's been sitting next to us this entire time.
Alec Baldwin and Jake Gyllenhaal. They pretend not to stare, at least Alec does. Jake gives us a wide, knowing smile. Everyone else has also been staring as I hear the whispers and gasps.Â
âReally? They did that again!?â
We bump our foreheads together and snicker with delight. Like we ever gave a fuck about being caught. Itâs not the first time, wonât be the last. We just canât get our hands off of each other.Â
âBetter call Gretchen now.â I tell Henry, hanging my arm around his thick neck.Â
âBefore or after I fuck you in one of the back rooms here?â
#Henry Cavill#Smut#Henry Cavill Smut#Henry Cavill Fic#Henry Cavill x OFC#Henry cavill fanfic#Fanfic#henrycavillsmut#henrycavillfanfic#henrycavillxofc#henrycavillfic
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With the Purple, Soft Hair
Pairing: NCT Jaehyun x reader
Genre: Slight angst, fluff, one shot
Summary: A year of solid friendship and no advancements were made--until one night, you start to see your special friend in a different light.
Note: School has been killing me, but hereâs a story I just had to post. Hope you enjoy it!
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  There he was, the man of your dreams. Oh, how lucky you were because, of course, he had his arms around another girl, namely your close friend. His soft chocolate orbs stared deeply into your friendâs hazel ones, whispering silent messages of love and appreciation. He towered over your short friend, a feature that made her even more irresistibly cute. Worst of all, he had no idea of your existence.
  âStill havenât talked to him?â a voice spoke behind you, pulling you away from your quiet manner. âIâm telling you, if you donât make a move now, heâll never know you.â
  The empty seat across from you was soon occupied by your project partner-turned-friend, Jaehyun, blocking your view of the lovely couple at the other picnic table.
  âItâs too late,â you muttered under your breath before you took a gigantic bite out of your meatball sub.
  Your deeply purple-haired friend looked over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of the giggling lovebirds.
  âSo Markâs going out with one of your friends and heâs also my friend, but he still doesnât know your name?â he said, averting his eyes to your lousy state. âThatâs pathetic, you know?â
  You continued eating, unfazed by the usual bluntness you had gotten used to. He scoffed at your messy style of eating as you dropped a few pickles here and there onto the torn plastic wrap.
  âThis whole picnic idea is pathetic,â you mumbled through your half-full mouth. âYou were all like, âHey, itâs a nice day today. Letâs go eat lunch out there!â but this is just plain cruelty.â
  Jaehyun sent a short-lived apologetic smile your way and stole the lost pickles, which you didnât really like in your food anyway.
  How you and Jaehyun became friends was a wonder. You two were simply partners for a business project, but somewhere along the way, he started growing more sarcastic. He also grew fond of teasing you whenever he could, which was a 180-degree different side of him when he had first introduced himself to you with his killer soft smile and dimples that would make any girl swoon. You had to admit, you had a crush on him at first, but his increasingly frequent sarcastic remarks turned you off. By the time your project ended, you and Jaehyun were practically inseparable; you went to festivals together and watched newly released movies at the comfort of your auntâs house, which she let you live in since she was primarily living in the countryside, not in the city.
  Jaehyun was your wingman and you were his wingwoman: whenever either one of you wanted to catch another personâs attention, you would use each other and send ridiculous hand signals. Oftentimes, you would pretend that he was a social media influencer and asked for his autograph. It was a silly act, you both admitted, but it worked in the shallow society you lived in. But Mark Lee was a different case. He wasnât one of those guys you were infatuated by momentarily. No, he was the man you loved for three months and counting.
  âHow am I supposed to get over him?â you sighed after chomping down your sub, something Jaehyun never failed to be amazed at.
  With his eyebrows raised, he instinctively wiped the sauce staining your chin with a napkin and asked, âWhat do you mean âget over himâ? Why do you have to get over him?â
  In a matter-of-a-fact tone, you replied, âEven if they break up, I canât have him. Itâs the rule.â
  âWell itâs a stupid rule.â
  It was a stupid rule, indeed, but you knew that if any one of your friends dated your past exes, you would go livid. If only you had no moral consciousness...
  There went another round of a laughing fit behind Jaehyun. You couldnât care less about what the two were laughing about; you just wanted to be the one laughing with the black-haired prince, the one with the luscious hair that stopped at the rims of his round glasses.
  âI wish I could touch his hair,â you murmured, enviously watching your friend brush her fingers through his soft locks of hair.
  âYou can touch mine,â Jaehyun offered, tilting his head towards you. âI conditioned it yesterday.â
  Your nose scrunched up in apparent disgust. âYour hair was touched by so many girls that I donât want to.â
  âHey, we both had our fair share of people touching our hair,â Jaehyun said defensively as he backed his head. âBesides, I bet my hair is the softest hair out of anyone in our department.â
  âNo wonder all the girls keep touching your hair,â you said quietly before tackling your other bitter-tasting sub. âThat girl Diane kept raving about it to her friends, and we all know that Diane has the softest hair.âÂ
  âExcuse me, my hair is way softer than hers,â Jaehyun said with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth frowning. âBesides, thatâs just a rumor. Anyoneâs hair is better than hers. Even your hair is softer than hers.â
  Pushing your soda further away from you to make space for your elbows, you waved off his last statement. âSpeaking of Diane, what happened to her? I thought you guys were gonna push through.â
  âThere was nothing to âpush throughâ. I just wasnât interested.â
  You rolled your eyes. âYouâve been saying that for months.â
  And he batted his eyes innocently. âWell no one has caught my eye for months.â
  âYou're telling me that you, Jung Jaehyun, master of getting girls, have finally stepped down your reign?â
  Your unfamiliar friend simply shrugged. âI guess I want something serious.â
  âNot with your tendency to quickly dismiss girls you wonât.â
  Then he looked at you dead in the eye. âIâm looking for the right person.â
  âAnd who would the âright personâ be like?â
  The romantic spring wind softly blew past you, making you shudder, with your bare arms exposed. Jaehyun fixed his gaze on the sky, the wind brushing his hair in all the right places, and then on you. You stared at him in return, anticipating a serious answer.
  âSomeone with nice hair.â
   There was no smiling, no laughing, no nothing. He was serious. But you didnât even have the time to react to the honest comment because your eyes busily widened when they caught your friendâs who waved at you excitedly. At your troubled expression, Jaehyun turned around and sent a small wave towards the couple.
  âGreat, now theyâre coming over,â you grumbled, watching the couple take their time approaching you and Jaehyun. âWe could be talking about something funny or intellectual, but, no, weâre talking about stupid hair.â
  âOkay, we both know that youâre not funny,â Jaehyun said openly.
  You had the urge to slap him with the pickles you had, but the growing feeling of anxiety and nervousness overtook all of your thoughts. Theyâre coming, theyâre coming, theyâre coming. A warm pair of hands wrapped around yours, causing you to avert your pathetic gaze at your half-eaten sub to the brown eyes of your sarcastic-turned-caring friend.
  âCalm down, wonât you? You wonât make a fool of yourself,â he said, trying to comfort you. âYouâve already done that today when you started snoring in class.â
  That was deserving of a glare and the following: âYou suck at this.â But before you could say anything else, a chirpy voice chimed, âHey, guys!â And the butterflies broke loose. When your friend officially introduced you to Mark and vice versa, the rhythm of your heart grew faster and faster, but all you could do was muster a small, weak smile to the man who secretly made you smile to yourself in the back of your business classes whenever he would say something with a simple smile or made Jaehyun or another one of his friends laugh at one of his lame jokes. Your heart was fluttering, and there was nothing you could do but smile.
  âIs something wrong?â your friend asked, concerned for you and your pale face.
  âSheâs just having a bad time digesting her food,â Jaehyun lied, rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs.
  You silently sent a glare his way.
  âYes, thatâs the only explanation there is,â you said through your teeth and pulled your hands away from his.
  âOh, for a moment I thought you two were going out with the whole hand situation,â your friend said, laughing. âWell thatâs too bad because Mark and I were wondering if you guys wanted to go eat at a new 60s-themed restaurant around the corner.â
  Your stomach felt queasy as if it was tied up in knots. Even though you kept your gaze strictly on your friend, you couldnât help but use your peripheral vision to take a sneak peek at the wonderful human being standing next to her. At that point, Mark had taken off his glasses and left them hanging on the collar of his green hoodie. You couldnât believe how lucky your friend was to snatch away the younger boy you had your eyes on for way longer. If you could only go back in time...
  âWeâll go.â
  Those were the two words that got you to look at Jaehyun like he was crazy, earning you a not-so-innocent smile from him, and got the two of you sitting across the real couple at a nicely cushioned booth in a fast food diner on a Thursday night.
  You were fiddling with the material of your shirt, not having once looked at Markâs direction since the moment he stepped into the restaurant. There was no way you could look at him at all his glory when your friend was sitting right across from you, talking endlessly about some class you could care less about.Â
  âAnd the professor actually made that a freebie since he totally..."
  The rhythm of your heart slowly steadied, but your hands still felt clammy. Do I look okay? Do I seem boring? Do I look like Iâm someone fun to talk to? No, you hadnât even opened your mouth. You had been on double dates before with Jaehyun, of course with your date being someone else, and they were usually a blast. But with your longest crush sitting diagonally from you, casually munching on his fries, you were about to faint.
  âSeriously, Margaret literally shot her bubble tea out of her nose..."
  Is there something on my face? Did I not powder enough? Did I come too bare-faced? Do I at least look presentable enough? A strong but delicate pair of warm hands slipped into yours, stopping your train of thought. You cast your eyes upon your trustworthy friend and were immediately calmed down. He leaned near your face and whispered, âDonât worry. You look beautiful tonightâ, sending shivers down your spine. When he pulled away, he kept his eyes on you with the most caring, affectionate look he had ever had and caressed the back of your hands ever so gently, sending another wave of the tingling sensation.
  The evening moonlight shone through the life-sized window and illuminated his perfectly proportioned face. A rush of warmth spread throughout your cold body, your heart slowly picking up its pace again. What was this surfacing feeling, this exciting and pleasant fondness? You were entranced by not only his beauty but also by his soft, passionate gaze. You couldnât remember the last time anyone had looked at you that way, or the time he had ever looked at you with such warmth. He sent you a smile that matched his eyes before prying his eyes off of you, effectively beginning your silent desperate plea to have him have his eyes only on you but also effectively having the comfort and homeliness in your heart linger.
  âOkay, I know your lover boy is next to you, but weâre right here.â Pulling you out of your trance, your friend sweetly smiled at your lost expression when your eyes landed on her. âI asked if you wanted an ice cream brownie sundae.â
  With the image of Jaehyun still marked in your head, you mindlessly nodded. A light chuckle left the lips from an unexpected person. For the first time that night, you had your eyes on Mark.
  âWhen did you guys first meet?â the younger boy asked with curiosity settling in his eyes.
  The question had you startled. You hadnât prepared for a question like that. Did you need to come up with some fake romantic story or not? You had no idea.
  âOur professor had partnered us up,â Jaehyun spoke. âAnd she had my attention with her adorably weird mushroom t-shirt.â You heard your friend sigh in awe of the recount while you listened attentively. âAfter time had gone by, the feelings were platonic, but after going out with other girls and having her help me with them, I realized that no one knew me better or got my heart beating faster than she.â
  Every single word had you anticipate the next. Every word that spilled out of his mouth sounded too good to be true, but they all sounded sincere. And the chance to meet the eyes of your steadfast friend came again. You heard your own heart beating. There it was, that longing gaze that drilled into your soul.
  âBut I didnât think she had interest in me.â
  His eyes darted back and forth, searching for a response--any response. You wanted to believe that he was speaking the truth, if those words were, in fact, his own feelings, because if he wasnât, what you said next would have been very foolish of you.
  âI did.â
  The moonlight shone even more brightly and you didnât have to look at Jaehyun to see it. The night whisked away with tales and laughter, your friend doing most of the talking. By the time everyone was ready to leave and Jaehyun and your friend were using the restroom, a newfound feeling of content sank in. Your new black-haired friend quietly drummed his fingers on the surface of the smooth marble counter, lightly bobbing his head to The Beach Boys playing in the stereo system. You admired his wonderful features and was reminded of his amazing personality. How someone could be as perfect as him yet still be a complete dork was unknown to you. And so were the feelings of strong yearning. They vanished into the starry night.
  ââHelp Me, Rhondaâ is pretty good, isnât it?â
  At the sound of your voice, the younger boy casted his gaze upon you. A delighted smile appeared on his face as he said, âNow that would be an understatement.â
  You laughed softly and joined him with his head-bobbing session, adding your feet by rhythmically tapping every second. When the other two came out, casually disrupting your quiet groove, you and Jaehyun naturally parted ways with the real couple. As the two of you headed for the beach to catch the last day of a firework event, the breeze carried on the tranquility of the night. Each step you took was light--you werenât even reading into Jaehyunâs actions that night. You were simply content. Watching the brightly-colored fireworks crisply crackle, your hand bumping into Jaehyunâs every so now and then, you wished that feeling would last forever. When you pointed at your favorite pattern of fireworks and laid your arm to your side, instead of your knuckles bouncing off of Jaehyunâs, it was enveloped by the warmth of his hand. His eyes werenât watching the fireworks anymore: they were concentrated on the serene waves of the glossy ocean. You stared at his impenetrable gaze.
  âDid you,â he began to say, âdid you really mean what you said back there? That you had an interest in me?âÂ
  He kept his gaze steadily on the waves. It was as if he didnât want to see your reaction, yet was waiting for an answer. You squeezed his hand lightly.Â
    âI did.âÂ
   The sound of the fireworks faded, taken over by the calm, chilly breeze. Jaehyunâs tender eyes met yours. Instead of being overwhelmed by the affectionate gaze, you returned it and with a smile. So there you two stood, staring at each other wordlessly with such attraction no one could deny. You watched Jaehyunâs eyes flicker down to your lips before retreating back to your eyes. Little by little, he inched closer to your face, no longer holding your gaze, but staring at your lips. And little by little, your heart picked up the pace, but you knew you had to break the elephant in the room, so you pressed your forehead against his and gave yourself a moment to say, âJaehyun, weâre friends.âÂ
   And with your foreheads being the barriers to any other sort of skinship, he let out in a low, hushed voice, âIs that all we can ever be?âÂ
   He took your hands in his and swung them in small circles. Once the last bit of the fireworks ended, you called out his name so softly that it came out as a whisper, and you saw the sincerity and quiet desperation that filled his eyes. You slowly freed your fingers and let them under the purple strands of Jaehyunâs hair, smoothly combing through them. Then you let your hands linger onto his face, tracing his masculine features.Â
   âYouâre right,â you breathed out at last, locking your eyes with the patient man. âYour hair is the softest.âÂ
   The both of you broke into goofy grins, not long before you closed the gap of the space that was left in between.Â
...Â
   The increasing chatter as you stepped out of your philosophy class and into the large hallway was fitting for the new semester, with the incoming freshmen buzzing with excitement and nervousness. It was at that moment when a pair of relatively large hands slipped into yours. You didnât even have to spare a glance to see who it was--the sides of your lips instantly tugged upwards.Â
   âReady for that date?â a now tinted purple-haired guy announced.Â
   A smirk found its way to your lips as you said, âLetâs go kick some ass.â    Â
   You and your four-month old boyfriend were on the way to a double date with Mark and your friend at the annual carnival downtown. The adorable couple laughed, had their hands all over each other, and whispered to each other, but your eyes were only glued to the man you loved, the man with the soft, fainted purple hair.Â
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I really love your poi meta and if you're still answering questions... what are your thoughts on root & vengeance (like with Control) vs shaw and revenge (like for Cole)?
I think Root tends to be more of an impulsive hot-head who wants to do immediate murder, or maybe some prolonged torture followed by murder, but there's evidence that she can wait if she has to (for example, the elaborate plot she set up to kill the guy who killed hannah). For Control specifically, I'm not sure how much she wanted revenge on Control for torturing her. Root had a tendency to not value her own life/health very highly and getting to put the fear of the Machine into Control and leave her trembling and terrified seemed to be enough in that case. Obviously the Machine didn't want her to kill Control, but the Machine also didn't have to tell her not to kill Control. That entire encounter didn't set her off the way other things do and she's pretty chill when telling Shaw not to kill Control later. Compare and contrast to when Shaw's missing and Root gets to go another round with Control and might actually have killed her despite their whole plan because she was just blindly furious. Bad things happening to Shaw set her off a lot more than bad things happening to herself.
(Root and Reese are extremely alike in this. I've always headcanoned that the reason Reese is more controlled in MIA is because Root is so far gone that he's aware he needs to balance her out...but he's still willing to let her do some pretty terrible things. Also, ya know, team rocket).
Shaw is the opposite for the most part. She's cool-headed and willing to wait to get revenge and be smart about it, but absolutely nothing will stop her from getting it. The only real deviation from that is when she beats the shit out of a whole bar full of people after Carter dies. Since it was during a music montage we don't get a clear idea of what her mindset is like then (she's completely capable of going on a 'rampage' as a controlled scare tactic to get information out of the dudes she's beating up). So that one is kind of open to interpretation. I mean yeah, she's pissed, but Shaw's anger tends to be cold rather than hot. She does want to kill Control (though when she lists off the reasons why she starts with the fact that Control hurt Root) but there's no reason she couldn't have hunted her down and killed her at an earlier point. Having Control in front of her as a likely perp was like a birthday present (until she got told she couldn't kill her) and a good opportunity. She wanted Control dead, but she'd never rushed off to kill her. When Gen gets kidnapped, Shaw definitely lets herself be more violent in her efforts to get her back, but she's still practical and tightly focused on her goal.
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Hereâs my Codeswapped gift for @nemesisadraste ! I had so much fun writing for Sam and expanding upon her relationship with Odd and the other Lyoko Warriors. I hope you have just as much fun reading it!
Prompt - Sam becomes a Lyoko Warrior
If you had told Sam earlier today that her evening would be taking a turn for the unexpected, she wouldnât have doubted it-
Things were always that way when Odd was around and that was how she liked it. The unpredictability of their dates as a simple plan for dinner would turn into an hours long romp through the market district of town, both of them perusing clothes neither one could afford, was just another part of the fun of their relationship. Funnily enough, she had come to begin expecting these little pleasant surprises the more time they spent together. However, there was another trend that Sam was beginning to develop over the last few weeks.
First, Oddâs phone would ring and would with his nonchalant greeting of âWhatâs up,âfollowed by the name of one of his various friends from Kadic. Usually Jeremy or Ulrich, sometimes Yumi, and very rarely a strange girl named Aelita would be on the other end. After a moment, Oddâs brow would furrow, his jaw would set, and an uncharacteristic seriousness would envelop his entire person. âFor real? Yeah, Iâve got it. On my way.â He would then flip his cell shut and turn his gaze towards Sam, his features slowly softening to the goofy boy sheâd come to care so much for.
âSam, I know what youâre gonna say-â He placed his hands up in mock surrender, a worried chuckle already slipping past his lips before he could even finish his sentence.
âLet me guess, youâve gotta go?â Sam sighed, more out of habit than any actual disappointment. Like sheâd said, this was becoming a frequent portion of their date nights. At least this time theyâd actually got to enjoy a movie together and make it halfway through dinner. Her burger half eaten and now being laid down on a plastic red tray, she shrugged. âDo what you gotta do, man. Text me when you get back to the dorms for the night?â
Odd blinked once, then twice. âA-Are you sure?â Obviously surprised at her lack of frustration at his need to preemptively end their date. Sam just waved her hand in dismissal, as if pushing the worry out of existence.
âYeah, Dude. I know Kadicâs got you guys doing hella group projects this semester. Go help your friends.â At least, that was the excuse Odd had used before. She might have believed it the first time or two, even if schoolwork wasnât usually that high up on Oddâs list of priorities, but something about his behavior recently had clued her into the fact that this was about something much bigger than school. âSo, go on. Iâll be fine making it back to my place.â
Odd took his bottom lip between his front teeth, a habit that Sam had long since stopped trying to break him of, then nodded. âThanks, Sam. Youâre the best.â He gave a quick, chaste kiss on the cheek, then dashed off down the sidewalk. âIâll text you later, okay?!â He called out over his shoulder as he rounded the first corner.
Another thing Sam had come to accept about Odd was that he was a terrible liar. Case in point, he had literally just ran off in the opposite direction of his school. After a couples minutes of anxious internal debate, she began to follow.
~~~
When Sam arrived at the old factory on the outskirts of the river that cut through town, she had initially worried that sheâd lost Oddâs trail and accidentally followed someone elseâs. After all, what would Odd be doing at some old place like this?
However, maybe this place wasnât quite as abandoned as she thought. Despite the paint having chipped off the walls decades ago and piles of scrap iron cropping up throughout the interior, the floor looked relatively clear of dust and other small debris. Somebody, or maybe a groups of somebodies, had obviously been coming through here quite frequently to keep the dust and other objects from settling. That and the ropes hanging from the ceiling, one of which was still gently swaying from side to side as if it had just been handled, clued her into things not being quite what they appeared.
Deciding not to trust the rickety old elevator, which likely didnât even run anymore, Sam followed one such dust-free path from the main floor of the factory down to another area full of old machines. They looked like the ones used in car factories to put heavy pieces of metal on the chassis of vehicles together, but had obviously been in a state of disuse just as long as much of the factory.
From this room, a winding trail that many times lead Sam to various dead-ends finally culminated in her opening a door into a spacious computer room, complete with some type of projection emanating from the center of the room. A few steps in and she could hear the frantic clicking and clacking of a keyboard across the room. Hidden by the sizable monitor in front of his face, a young boy spoke little.
âOkay, Odd. You should be able to see the construct now.....Yes, I know itâs huge, but you need to get inside of it and regroup with Yumi and Ulrich. Iâve lost contact with them for exactly-â He checked his watch. âTen minutes now. And communication with Aelita is spotty, at best. Itâs up to you to....to uh....â His eyes lifted from his watchâs face to see Sam standing just a handful of steps into the room.
âYo,â She put her hand in the area in a tentative wave. âJeremy, right? Iâm gonna go out on a limb here and say this isnât your social studies project, is it?â
Sam swore she could see a vein in Jeremyâs forehead pulse as he slowly sat backwards and readjusted a microphone attached to his earpiece. âOdd? Were you aware that your girlfriend is here at the factory?â
âHey! Iâm right here!â Was he seriously just going to ignore her and act like they werenât even in the same room together? âIs that really Odd on the other end? Let me talk to him.â She took a number of determined steps towards Jeremy, the boy defensively putting his hands up around his earpiece.
âNo, no, I donât think sheâs infected, but she does look awfully upset. Whatâd you do to her this time, Romeo?â He stood up and put his hands out placatingly. âSamantha, please-â
âItâs Sam,â She interrupted as her march came to a standstill in front of Jeremy, placing her hands on her hips and impatiently tapping her foot. âNever Samantha.â
âSam. Right.â He nervously adjusted his glasses. âI know this is gonna be difficult to understand, but you canât talk to Odd right now. Heâs on a very important mission right now. Oddâs still here at the factory with us, at least technically, but youâre not going to be able to see him until heâs finished.â
A mission? Was this some kind of code or was this dude seriously losing his marbles? âWhat do you mean heâs here but heâs not? Why canât Odd just tell me all this himself, without all the lying and hiding?â
âHeâs not hiding, Sam, heâs doing something extremely important. Come look.â Jeremy motioned her over to the computer monitor behind him. As she took in the many blinking lights and constantly changing lines of code, Jeremy sat down and relaxed. âSee? Heâs right here, located outside of this massive structure the geography of which Iâve been mapping for days now. The only problem is that I canât quite figure out whatâs inside of it. Thatâs where Odd and the others come in.â
âThe others? You mean Yumi, Ulrich, and Canada girl, right?â Sam shook her head. âWait, wait, so you expect me to believe that Oddâs inside there? Inside the computer?â
Jeremy nodded. âExactly.â
Sam had come to accept a lot of things about Odd: from his personality, to his hobbies, but this went beyond all of that completely. Just as she was about to voice her disbelief again, a frantic beeping came from the computer. She watched over Jeremyâs shoulder as he began typing with near reckless abandon and spoke into his microphone again.
âOdd, bad news. Youâve got hostile hornets inbound. Four of them by the looks of it.â Four red dots appeared on screen, worryingly close to a blue dot indicating Oddâs location. The hornets zipped around the screen, surrounding Odd and barraging him attacks that Sam couldnât see. From the way Jeremyâs face contorted with worry, though, she didnât need to see the attack to know things were bad.
âThis isnât good. The hornets shouldnât be able to move that fast. Itâs like being inside the construct has super charged them or something.â A dull beep sounded and Jeremy tsked. âOdd, youâve just lost fifteen life points. Be careful!â Sam could barely hear her boyfriendâs voice over the other end and desperately wished she could reach out and answer.
âWhat happens when he hits zero?â She asked, the quietness of her voice surprising her in the moment.
âWhat?â Jeremy was busy typing away on the keyboard as he tried to discover the source of the hornetsâ sudden power-up.
âI asked you what happens when Odd hits zero life points. You said he already lost fifteen, so what happens to him when he hits zero?â
Jeremy pursed his lips. âHeâll be devirtualized. Right now, heâs inside the computer program, but if he loses all of his life points when heâll be ousted and return to being here in the factory with us.â He added under his breath with added frustration. âAt least, thatâs whatâs supposed to happen....â
âAnd what does that mean?â Sam was beginning to lose her patience with Jeremyâs infuriating tendency to under-explain what was going on.
âIt means, well, that they arenât coming back like theyâre supposed to.â He leaned back and breathed out a deep sigh. âYumi and Ulrich have already lost all of their life points, and yet havenât devirtualized. I can only guess as to why, but their shared code must be stuck in some kind of feedback loop within the simulation. To put it simply...â He looked up to her. âI canât get them out.â
Sam nearly slammed her hand down on the computer keyboard, but fearing damaging Odd, settled for simply unleashing a verbal tirade onto Jeremy. âAnd you just sent Odd in there to deal with it by himself? I thought you guys were supposed to be his friends!â
âOf course we are!â Jeremy shouted back. âOdd knows the risk, so do Yumi and Ulrich. Heâs not alone though, he has Aelita inside Lyoko to help him and he has me out here to provide support. Ever since weâve met, weâve all always had each otherâs backs and thatâs not going to stop now.â
âThen...â Samâs gaze turned from Jeremy and settled on the computer screen. Her anger slowly ebbing away and revealing the worry underneath. âWhat are we going to do now? What can we do to help Odd and the others?â
Jeremy bent over the keyboard. She could practically hear the gears turning inside of his mind - there was a reason his friends all called him Einstein - until he snapped his fingers. âIf we could temporarily overload the construct with some bad data, then that should be enough to slow down the hornets and put Odd at a greater advantage.â A flurry of keystrokes filled the air. âBut, ah, itâs no use. I have no dominion inside the construction, no access to any towers, and I canât directly send anything to Aelita in order to sabotage the hornets. If we went that route, I would have had to given the bad data to Odd right as he was being virtualized. But itâs too late now-â
âSo give it to me.â Sam cut in. âIf you canât give it to anyone else to make the enemies easier to destroy, then upload the data with me and I can take it to Odd and Aelita.â
âItâs not that simple, Sam.â Jeremy was about to launch into a deep explanation of the danger of a first timer launching themselves into an already precarious situation, before Sam put her hands on the arms of his chair and gently swiveled it around to face her.
âYou said you care about Odd, well so do I. I donât care about what might happen to me, I just want to chance to help.â Her voice was quiet, but sincere. A bit of insincerity slipped in with her next words. â âSides, I wasnât asking, Pointdexter. Now put me in before I start keyboard smashing this thing.â
Jeremy thought for a long moment, then another, before slowly nodding. He could see why Odd was so crazy about this girl. âFine. Head downstairs to the transporters and Iâll guide you from over the speakers. I canât follow, but I can get you where you need to go from here.â
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It was like a rush of electricity moving up her spine, before spreading throughout her entire body. The next thing she knew, Sam was staggering to the ground and could barely catch herself before falling face first. In her ear, Jeremyâs voice spoke.
âA little rougher than the usual, but not bad for your first time. I kind of had to rush your Lyoko avatar, but it should suffice for the time being. Most of it was procedurally generated anyways so-â
âDude, câmon, mission at hand before we start talking technical?â Sam shook her head as if clearing out his voice.
âRight, right, of course. You should be able to see the construct before you, itâs geometry is marginally different from the surrounding sector.â True to his word, her dark eyes scanned upwards and eyed the pale stone fortress before her. Itâs coloring clashes drastically with the surrounding fog and light lavender rock of the Mountain Sector.
âThe entrance is wide open. Isnât this usually the part of the game where you have to defeat some kind of gatekeeper or something to get further into the dungeon?â Sam remarked as she swiftly passed into the threshold of the construct fortress.
âThis isnât a game, Sam. This is a matter of whether or not XANA can gain a new foothold within the Lyoko program, thus giving him greater power in the real world.â Jeremy pauses for a moment. âAnd, uh, Yumi and Ulrich already took care of the krabs guarding the entrance earlier....so thereâs that.â
âI knew there had to be a gatekeeper!â Sam yelled triumphantly as she trekked further in. Hard, angular edges formed from what looked like polished stone walls guided her deeper and deeper into the otherworldly building. âSo, speaking of mobs, what kind of weapons do I have?â
Jeremy audibly pressed a few buttons on his end and Sam could hear the sound of metal clinking together on her belt. âLike I was saying, I didnât have much time to code anything too fancy. These digital shurikins should help if you encounter any ranged enemies and this-â A weight suddenly appeared on her back. â-Is a copy of one of Ulrichâs katanas. Iâd suppose you know how to use these?â
âOf course.â Sam chirped. âSharp end towards the bad guys, then throw and stab, right?â On the other end, Jeremy groaned uncertainly. âKidding, kidding. I think I can make these work. Now, what about this thing?â She motioned towards the metal gauntlet that encased her right forearm.
âIn addition to being armor, it acts the as the containment module for the bad data I need you to inject. Once you engage the enemy, all you have to do is get within striking distance with the gauntlet and then-â
âUh, Jeremy? I think the enemyâs already here.â After turning a particularly sharp corner, the narrow hallway Sam had been traveling down opened up into a room with high ceilings and expansive flooring. Towards the center, Odd pushed a very weary looking Aelita out of the way of a hornetâs well placed laser blast.
âGet behind me, Princess, these bozos are stronger than they look!â He fire a quick barrage of laser arrows towards the trio hornets, but their impressive speed allowed them to easily dodge each blast.
âNo, Odd! Here!â Aelita kneeled down and bowed her head. Within a moment, a rock-like structure the same color as the rocks from the Mountain Sector appeared overhead. It shielded them from the hornetâs blasts, but shuddered with each and everything strike.
Within Samâs ear, Jeremy voice came to life. âAelita canât maintain that barrier forever. And once it breaks, theyâll be totally defenseless. Itâs up to you now.â Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Sam removed one of the shurikins from her belt. As the hornets were completely focused on breaking Aelitaâs barrier, they all but ignored Sam as she quietly slipped closer towards the enemy.
Angling her shot towards the wall, Sam let one of her bladed weapons fly. The shurikin gained speed as it bounced off the wall and hit itâs mark on the broad side of one of the hornets. The virtual insect fell to the ground, dazed from the sudden damage it had taken.
âNow! Sam!â Jeremy leaned forward in his seat, eyes glued to the screen.
âAlready on it, Pointdexter!â She ran forward and, with a small leap, descended upon the hornet. âSlow!â Out of the wrist of her gauntlet popped two bladed prongs, that soon became buried deep into the hornetâs body. It shuddered for a moment as itâs virtual body was pumped full of problematic data manufactured by Jeremy. Sam pulled the prongs out of the hornetâs body and threw up a hand to cover her face as the creature exploded.
Above her, the other hornets shuddered and jerked midflight before falling to the ground. âYouâve done it! The hornets are down for the count, and the rest of the constructâs data steam has been disrupted too.â A few keystrokes pass. âAnd Ulrich and Yumi are being devirtualized now!â
âSo, now what? Do we keep going further in or...?â
âNo way. Everyoneâs life points are way too low, not to mention you and I are going to have some explaining to do to the others.â Sam nodded her head as Jeremyâs voice left her ear. Before she could ask anymore questions, Odd practically slammed into her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and picked Sam straight up into the air.
âSam! You were so cool! You were like âpewâ, âshingâ, âstabâ, âjabâ, and then you-â Sam groaned out-loud.
âDude, cool it! Youâre gonna strangle me to death after I literally just saved your life! Put me down!â Odd loosened his near death grip around his girlfriend and slowly lowered her to the ground. He gave a sheepish laugh. Beside him, Aelita giggled at his bashfulness in front of Sam.
âRight, sorry. For real, how did you get here? Did Einstein call you or something?â
âNot exactly. I, kinda-sorta, followed you here from our date. Then when I saw you guys needed help, I had Jeremy virtualize me.â Sam looked Odd up and down for a moment. âWhy...Why are you a cat boy?â
Aelita put a hand over her mouth to stop from laughing, but failed to contain her amusement as tiny snickers slipped past. âYeah, Odd. What is with the cat get-up?â
Oddâs cheeks flushed with color. âW-Well, itâs kind of a long story. I sorta showed up here like this the first time and since then Iâve just learned to roll with it. But what about you? You look awesome!â His eyes ran over the black jumpsuit with satisfying white lines going down the lengths of her covered arms and legs, accented by an indigo crop top overlaying the outfit.
âJeremy told me he was using Yumi and Aelitaâs outfits as a basis for mine, but most of it was generated automatically when I first got here, I guess.â Sam looked at Aelita and her gaze was instantly drawn to her point eyes and face markings. âI guess between you two, Iâm kinda the odd one out. No cats ears, no elf ears, just plain olâ human ones.â
âHey, you guys.â Jeremy spoke to all of them through his computerâs microphone. âAs much as Iâd love to continue this conversation on fashion, we really should get you three back home. Ulrich and Yumi are already here, so Iâll start the devirtualization process. You first, Aelita.â
As Aelita began to disappear into unraveling strands of code, Odd put a hand on the back of his neck. âSam, Iâm sorry you had to find out this way about what Iâm always doing with my friends. I wanted to tell you, and I didnât like lying to you, but trying to explain all this to you always just seemed so...impossible.â
âOdd, if you had told me about all of this, I probably would have thought your brains had finally melted out of your ears from playing so many video games. Iâm not angry or anything, more like amazed really. I almost still canât believe anything like this even exists. Iâm glad youâre safe though. Aelita and the others too, of course.â She kicks the ground with her shoe. âSo, uh, does this mean Iâm like part of the team now or what?â
Odd shrugged his shoulders. âIf you want to be. Iâm sure the others would agree that youâve already more than proven yourself, but thereâs still a lot we would need to talk about first. What Lyoko is, what weâre fighting, where Aelita really comes from...â
âI knew she wasnât from Canada!â Sam yelled, before laughter overtook both her and Odd.
âIt was the best we could come up with on such short notice. Youâre telling me people from Canada donât naturally have pink hair?â
âUh, Iâm pretty sure nobody from anywhere is a natural pink, dork.â Sam flicks his nose with her index finger as the devirtualization process begins to take her. âIâll see you back topside, alright?â
Odd nodded. âYeah, see you back in the factory, dork-kisser.â
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Obi-wan saving Satine from a suitor, and then lots of fluff and cuddling.
- This Love -Â
During his time on the run with Qui-Gon and Satine he had become somewhat of an expert on the history of Mandalorian culture and the various clans that make up its people. Satine of course had hailed from Clan Kryze. Many long days and nights were spent discussing the history of her people and it's various leaders throughout its time as an established civilization. It had helped them pass the time.Â
That said, he only remembered so much from that ongoing history lesson. Too many things had been slowly compiling themselves in his brain and he had long since forgotten some of the specifics when it came to the differing clans. Satine would surely chastise him if he were ever to let her know that.
He does know however that she tries to maintain a steady line of communication with all the major houses that the clans compiled in order to keep peace between them.Â
One of her guards had informed him that she was in the middle of a House meeting when he landed on Mandalore. He had finished a simple extraction mission on one of the other outer rim planets earlier than expected and had decided to sneak away and visit her while he had the time. What little he ever had to spare was precious and all the better when he was able to see her.Â
Of course he had told her guards that it wasn't necessary to disturb her meeting to inform her of his arrival; force knows that he would never hear the end of it if he were to interrupt her while she was conducting her duties as Duchess. She may be just as thrilled to see him as he was her, but they both had a mutual understanding that their duties would always come first.
"It's fine," He insisted, "I'm sure the Duchess would be less than pleased should her meeting intruded upon. I'll fair out just fine, I tend to know my way around here."
"As you wish, Master Kenobi." The guardsman had said before retreating down the hallway. It was true, he had spent enough time over the past year or so in Sundari Palace that he knew his way around without a guide. Thankfully he was able to operate under the guise of being a liaison for the Republic instead of simply coming for personal reasons, which was the case more often than not.Â
He had been roaming the halls of the palace close to her throne room while he waited. The pieces of their culture was something one could easily get lost in, and the palace had no shortage of historical artifacts and antiquities to delve into. All the better for him; her meeting had a tendency to drag and there was only so long he could hover in one place waiting for her.Â
Her voice always pulled him out of whatever trance he was in, and today was no different. Something in his chest fluttered every time her voice graced his ears.Â
He took his time though to head down the hallway; it was obvious she was still speaking with one of the House members even as they finished the meeting. It was a voice he hadn't recognized; a new representative perhaps.Â
He stops dead in his tracks though when he finally makes out what the voice was saying.
"-And the other clan leaders as well as the house leaders think it best you are appointed someone."
"A suitor?"
The man cleared his throat, "Yes, they see it fit. The people are satisfied for now with your ruling however the clans worry that you will start to loose public support without a male figure at your side."
There no mistaking the annoyance in her voice despite how well she had tried to hide it.
"I find it highly inappropriate that a matter was discussed without consulting my council first, let alone something so personal and belittling as appointing me a consort."Â
Something about her being appointed a suitor stirred something both primal and worrisome inside of him. It was but another series of events that had him questioning his decision not to stay with her all those years ago. He certainly wouldn't have to worry about her being courted by someone else, let alone have them be a proponent for marriage.Â
He does his best to squash those feelings as they come though, jealously was very unbecoming of a Jedi. And in truth he really had no claim on her. As loyal as they were to one another in regards to whatever their relationship was, deep down he understood that there was always the possibility she would move on without him. And why shouldn't she? He could never give her everything he deserved. He wanted her to be happy no matter how much it was harm him.Â
That said though, he knows just how much she would loathe being forced into something.Â
"It's simply a matter of maintaining an effective leadership and not a personal slight against you, your grace. It's why I was slotted to attend the meeting. My influence among House Kast has been vital in the past years and has permeated throughout a number of clans and would be nothing but beneficial to you." The man says, the assurance to his tone only serving to get under Obi-Wans skin even more.Â
He can sense the change of her emotions through her force signature; the sharp shift from displeased to both swelling anger and unmistakable panic.
Whoever it was that was speaking to her head only been in that meeting for one reason; to propose himself as a probable suitor to the Duchess. Part of him wanted to scoff at the notion that Satine was any less than capable of ruling Mandalore. She was a strong leader in her own right and commanded respect; the idea that she would ever need a male figure at her side to continue to win over her people was downright insulting to her capabilities.Â
It took him only a second for him to decide what to do.
âThey sent you to propose-âÂ
âDuchess.âÂ
He had rounded the corner just as she had begun to speak, catching both her and the house member off guard. Normally he wouldnât dare interrupt her. She was more than capable of handling herself, but he couldnât bare to hear anymore of the conversation. It was selfish on his part, he knew, but she would have to forgive him.
âMaster Kenobi.â She says, not even bothering to hide her surprise at his sudden appearance.
âPardon me,â He says, âI hope Iâm not interrupting.â
The man was a bit younger than he had imagined; his dark eyes matching the inky color of his hair. Certainly not what he ever would have pictured. The contrast between him and Satineâs bright eyes and golden hair was striking and he couldnât ever imagine her with someone so tenebrous.
âOf course not.â She answers quickly, âWe were just finished.â
The man - whose name he has no interest in learning - looks both dejected and a touch angry.Â
âActually Duchess,â He begins, âI was hoping weâd be able to continue our conversation-â
Satine tears her eyes away from Obi-Wan and looks back to him, âOur conversation was through the moment you spoke of my ability to rule on my own. If your house has issue with it than you most certainly can address it with my council. Now if you donât mind, I have other matters to attend too. Iâm sure the guards can see you out.â
Without sparing another glance at the man she starts heading down the hallway in his direction, all but beckoning him to follow. Of course he maintains an appropriate distance from her; he couldnât imagine the scandal it would cause if someone got wind of his occasional visits being anything more than business driven.Â
He doesnât bother asking where theyâre headed; he knows the way to her chambers like the back of his hand these days. Besides, the anger from the conversation was radiating off of her so strongly that he wouldnât have even needed the force to sense it. The tension was more than palpable.
Her chambers are quiet; the guards that would normally wander about the halls no where in sight and the moment that the doors of her private quarters slide shut behind them she grabs him briskly by the shoulders and crashes her lips to his.
Its raw and primal and just a little bit desperate, not at all what heâs used to from her but he wastes no time in cupping her face between his hands and kissing her back with just as much fire. He knows whats happening, that sheâs trying to prove a point that there wasnât anyone she would touch so scandalously but him.
âI would never even consider a consort of any kind.â She says firmly when she breaks the kiss, âNever. I am capable of leading alone and there is nobody in the galaxy I would want next to me.â
He understands the unspoken words. Nobody in the galaxy other than him. She didnât need to say it. He knew.
He kisses her this time. He wants her to know that he understands, that perhaps they would never be able to fully belong to one another in front of anyone else, but that they have willingly given each other a piece of themselves.Â
âYouâre brilliant,â He assures her, âYouâre strong and wise and one of the most formidable leaders Iâve ever known. They are foolish to ever doubt your ability to lead on your own.â
He can feel her force signature soften under his words and finally she manages to smile the slightest bit at him.
âThank you, Obi-Wan.â She says lightly, before her soft smile morphs itself into a wicked grin, âItâs been too long since youâve come to see me.â
He doesnât even protest when she grabs his hands and drags him towards her bedroom.Â
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Later, hours into the night, they lay awake in her bed, his hand trailing up and down the length of her spine while she lay against his bare chest. It was the most at peace he had felt in months.
She lifts her head up and rests her chin against the center of his chest, blue eyes shining with something he doesnât quite recognize. Something made of both happiness and sadness, perhaps?
âIâve tried, you know.â She begins.
He merely raises an eyebrow in response.Â
âTo move on,â She clarifies, âI thought perhaps that one day Iâd be able to find someone to else. Someone to marry and rule Mandalore by my side.â
She drops her head on its side and nuzzles it against him, her hand finding his free one and gripping it tightly, âBut I could never. There is no one else, Obi-Wan, and I donât want you to ever doubt that.â
He loves her, more than he could even begin to explain. He would never be able to be with her in all the ways she so desperately deserves, but something inside of him would break should she ever find someone new.
âThereâs never been another soul in the galaxy Iâve felt about in the same way I feel about you, Satine.â He tells her gently, âThere wonât ever be anyone else for me either. Youâre it, and I am so dreadfully sorry I canât be by your side in all the ways you deserve.â
She raises her head up once more to look him in the eyes, âI love you as you are, protector of the galaxy and all. And while I want you here forever, I know we made our choices for the right reasons.â
He smiles at her, âAnd I love you, Satine.â
Itâs the first time heâs ever been able to say the words aloud. Sheâs always known, always understood his way of life made it difficult to say it, but here and now he wants to make sure she never has to wonder how he feels.Â
Her smile lights up something inside of him and he vows then and there that once the war was over, he would be by her side.Â
Always.Â
#obitine#obi wan x satine#obitine fanfic#obitine fanfiction#obitine prompt#obitine fluff#I donât know why but them being so possessive over one another gets me#yâall theyâre so in love and also the lawless never happened
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concern for a friend
(week #1, prompt 3: excitement)
tw: mentions of derealisation, panic
Summary: Ranboo is working on the watchtower, as Ghostbur wanders off as the self-designated snack man. When the ghost doesn't return for quite some while, Ranboo is starting to worry for his friend. Just where is Ghostbur?Â
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âI will be the snack man and get us some snacks. You work on that tower real good and Iâll get us something, alright? Do you like savory or sweet things? You know what, Iâll just get a bit of everything. Iâll be right back, oki?âÂ
Before Ranboo has a chance to react, Ghostbur is up and running in the direction of Tommyâs dirt shack. Dusting off his pants from the climb, the ghost waves enthusiastically from the top of the hill, then disappears behind some trees and shrubbery. Ranboo releases a sigh, smiling fondly at the antics of the ghost. He gets out a stack of spruce logs and starts building up the pillars to the skies. He wonders why Tommy needs the watchtower to be this tall. Surely, it would have been enough if it was one or two thirds of its current height, itâs not like none of them have tridents. Heâs pretty sure most of them have access to enderpearls as well.Â
Nonetheless, he keeps to the height given by Tommy, diligently placing the spruce logs and replacing the strange purple planks at the sides with dark oak instead. It wonât be the prettiest watchtower, but itâll be enough. Maybe Ghostbur can improve its design.
Speaking of the ghost, heâs been gone for quite a while now. Ranboo knows that he is more than capable of taking care of himself. But then he thinks of the ghostâs memory issues and his own problems with keeping himself tethered to the real world sometimes, blinking the wrong way and suddenly finding himself in an unfamiliar place. Itâs happened one too many times for the enderman hybrid to be quite comfortable with this situation. (If Tubbo hadnât found him that one time, he doesnât know what would have happened. He doesnât like to think about it.)
Ranboo begins to pack up his things, putting away the spruce logs in a chest and strapping his sword and axe to his back instead. Tommy will forgive him if the tower isnât finished by tomorrow. He hadnât given him a deadline, anyway.
He begins his journey up the hill, rounding the trees and shrubbery he saw Ghostbur disappear behind a couple hours ago and following the path towards Tommyâs abode. He keeps an eye on his surroundings and mentally takes note of anything that appears out of place. The air gets significantly colder, as the last rays of the sun disappear behind the horizon. It was getting late. He adjusts the leather straps of his weapons.
âGhostbur?â, Ranboo calls out, knocking at the wooden door of Tommyâs shack. No answer. He opens the door with a creak and looks inside. There are some chests along the wall, a few of them placed smack in the middle of the place. He can hear the vrwooping sounds of an enderchest nearby, but no humming of a particularly musical ghost. He takes a step inside and makes his way down the stairs on the right, but nothing. The place is empty.Â
He leaves the dirt shack behind and runs down the prime path, frantically turning his head from side to side, in the hopes that he spots the yellow of Ghostburâs sweater or the red of his beanie. But no such luck.
âGhostbur?!!â Ranboo starts calling the ghostâs name, noting how eerily empty and abandoned this place is. He spends all his time in the Arctic Commune or, more recently, in Snowchester, so heâs never stayed here long enough to notice, but this place feels dead. He can feel something crawl up his arms, shooting through his hands and making him shake them violently.Â
âGhostbur, where are you?!â He sends out a quick message to his friend, but thereâs no response. Something isnât right. The ghost should have responded by now. One might think that he would lose his communicator often, with his spotty memory and his clumsy tendency to lose most other things. But heâs actually never lost it and he always answers.Â
âItâs fine, heâs fine. He probably just got fixated on a flower or went overboard on the snacks. He gets over-excited like that,â Ranboo reasons, taking the path down towards LâManhole. The glass, preserving what was never meant to be, reflects the darkening sky above. He keeps a wide distance to the blown-up city, eyeing the red vines at its edges with worry. He sees neither yellow nor any red nor any blue, so he turns around and leaves the dead space to its own.
âGhostbur??â Why isnât he answering?! Night has fallen completely by now, the new moon trying its hardest to plunge Ranbooâs surroundings in complete darkness, but he just takes out a torch and lights the matchstick with a practiced flick of his wrist against the ground.Â
The half-enderman roams the perimeters around Eretâs museum, focusing his hearing towards the near distance. Besides the undead groaning of zombies and the quiet clattering of skeletons, he canât make out much more. Except for a quiet hiss. He barely has time to react, as he hears an explosion go off in the distance. Before he knows it, he is up and running in that direction. Images of a hurt Ghostbur, running through his brain. âGhostbur!!âÂ
And then, he hears yelling and noises that sounds like sobbing and it makes him vwroop in panic and distress. His friend is in danger, his friend is in danger. He feels a lurch in his stomach and blinks across the field, reappearing at the steps of Eretâs museum. Doesnât Eret usually spawn-proof his builds? Doesnât matter right now. Ranboo runs up the steps, skipping the last flight, as he blinks out and appears in the middle of the build. Not here. Further away, beyond the wall. He takes out his trident and places some water, jumping the wall.Â
During the highpoint of his jump, he can make out yellow and red and a lot of blue just beyond the river. He lets out a series of distressed noises and blinks away. His hands are starting to shake from jumping this often, but his friend is hurt, hurt, hurt and he has to hurry.Â
He stumbles through his landing and tridents across the river, landing close to what is definitely Ghostbur hunched over, surrounded by blue, why is there so much blue?!! âGhostbur??â He tentatively reaches for his friend and touches his shoulder lightly. The ghost snaps his head up, staring at the enderman hybrid. He flinches back in shock, blinking away a few metres further.
âRanboo!!â, the ghost calls out, jumping from his position on the ground. âOh my goodness, I must have totally lost track of the time. You see, I was walking along the prime path, looking for some snacks when I saw- oh, the snacks, Ranboo! I totally forgot about the snacks!! â The ghost pats down his pants, then shuffles through the bag at his side. âSorry, bread is all I have on me. You want some?â Ghostbur offers some fluffy bread rolls, but Ranboo is too stunned to react. Adrenalin is still running high in his bloodstream, making him tense and freeze up. What is happening?Â
âNot a fan of bread rolls? Oh well, more for me and friend- oh my gosh, Ranboo, look who I found in the woods!!â Getting off-track again, Ghostbur whirls around and pulls something blue and fluffy towards the perplexed enderman. âI found friend!! He was just grazing on some grass and when he saw me, I saw that look in his eyes that told me that I should follow him and so I did! I donât quite understand why he brought me here, this just seems like a normal clearing to me, but I mean, I trust him, he knows what heâs doin-â The excited rambles of the ghost are cut off by the heavy weight of two hands on his shoulders. He looks up and is met with the shiny wet eyes of a certain enderman hybrid. âRanboo? Whatâs wrong?â, come the soft questions, as the ghost realizes that something must be wrong.
âPlease never do that again.â
âNever do what again, Ranboo? I was just getting some snacks like I told you when I met an old friend, haha-â
âI understand that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself, but you have to understand that you didnât return for hours and hours until the sun set.â Ranboo takes a shuddering breath. âYou didnât return and you didnât respond to my messages and then I heard an explosion go off in the distance and then I saw all that blue and I thought you got hurt and I-â His tail flicks nervously from side to side, thumping against the ground every now and then in distress.
âRanboo, Ranboo. Listen, listen, Iâm sorry. I didnât realise that it was getting this late. I got distracted by friend and didnât look at my communicator for a while.â The ghost takes out a light blue rock from his bag and hands it to the other. âHere, this will calm you down. Take some blue.â
âThanks, Ghostbur.â
#dream smp fic#dream smp fanfic#dsmp ranboo#dsmp ghostbur#emotional hurt/comfort#dsmp big bang bootcamp#ranboo#ghostbur#dream smp
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