#but it was just too funny and it took a great deal of effort not to share the post itself so im doing this instead. as a treat

[misspelledwordswizard]

Rude Hylian: that water control doesn't look very threatening, and it wouldn't be useful in an area without water, so what are you going to do with that size and useless power, huh?

reader developing a branch of waterbending called 'bloodbending': ⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・)

It would also be funny if the chain was in danger, many enemies, few supplies, weapons are exhausted, Hyrule is about to collapse and suddenly reader is like 'The Windows operating system has been updated'

This is so funny to me, but I think I ended up writing something more serious hehe Ah, I think today is thanksgiving for you guys, so happy thanksgiving ;)

I felt my body burning and my head buzzing, when the sound of the environment was nothing more than a great confusion. A hot liquid ran down my head, which throbbed with pain. My blurred vision could barely notice as the blond heroes fought not far from me.  

Unfortunately, they were all too busy to help me. Each one had to deal with one or more enemies, I could feel their worried looks at me, but they couldn’t leave there to help me. The biggest problem was the member of the Yiga clan who was coming towards me. The same one who attacked me.  

Normally, I could easily help them with this using my waterbending, but unfortunately for me, we were in a dry region now. We were heading towards the Gerudo Desert when we were caught in this ambush, and the mountains we were crossing weren’t exactly a good representative of water. Shit.  

I managed to get up, still a little dizzy, but able to stay on my feet and try to face my enemy.  He laughed, laughed at my attempt to keep fighting. 

— Don’t bother, girl. We knew very well that with water you would be a threat, that’s why we made sure you passed through here. Here you are nothing more than a defenseless little girl. 

He said, laughing at my face as if I were a big joke. Little shit. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the boys try to come to me, but they were automatically stopped by a Yiga. Fucking cowards, they ran away to the desert so they wouldn’t have to face me. 

My blood boiled, anger took over me, I wanted so much to end these idiots. I wanted to drown them in water, kick their asses, make them regret their choices. 

— There’s no point in trying, you won’t- 

— Shut the fuck up! – I interrupted him. My body acted on impulse, I moved so naturally that I couldn’t even think, all I know is that, with one movement of mine, the Yiga was kneeling, writhing in pain. 

Did I do that? Instincts, that was all the information I had. And, somehow, that was enough to make me able to control a person. Or rather, control the blood, the liquids, that are in their body. Cool. 

I couldn’t help but smile wryly, it seems that not even in a place without water can they stand against me. Now consciously, I moved my hands, still based entirely on instincts, and threw the Yiga away, making him fly out of sight. 

This isn’t as easy as normal waterbending, it requires more effort, but I feel like I’m adapting to it.  I managed to stop the blood that was running down my face, eliminating my dizziness, and turned to the Yigas who were attacking the heroes. They seemed to be able to handle it, but it doesn’t hurt to help them. 

One by one, I levitated and threw them away, leaving them unconscious. I know I could do much worse with bloodbending, but I don’t want to lose control, I don’t even know how I’m doing it yet. In the end, I managed to get rid of the remaining enemies, allowing this tiring battle to end. 

— How the fuck did you do that?! – Was the first thing the Veteran asked. I just shrugged, also not knowing the answer. 

— Are you okay? – Hyrule said, coming towards me. The poor guy looked like he was done for after using so much of his magic when some of his brothers were hit during the fight. 

— It’s okay, I managed to stop the bleeding. Sorry, I don’t know if I can heal you without water... 

— Is there water in my canteen, is that enough? – The Rancher asked, offering his canteen to me. 

— For healing? I think so. 

— That was so cool! Tell me more about how it happened? – Wind asked excitedly, making me laugh. 

— Let’s fix you guys first, okay? 

[circeyoru]

Can I request soul owner the Reader with yandere Alastor go on a date I can imagine him being exciting and super happy with the reader being calm.

I've been reading anger a lot today so I want to read something funny happy cute anything you know.

By the way I hope you have a nice day 💐

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}

I'm having a great day! Doing work and getting my phone blown up with you guys' notification here. Thank you guys for the support!!! I will repeat this as many times, I'm just that grateful!!!!

Wholesome fluff time!!!

I'll imagine that Reader/you are the one to ask about going on a date because Alastor would be too hesitant to ask, since he doesn't want to mess things up after you declared your love and wanted things to go at your pace.

Surprise, you make an effort to do what Alastor likes. Alastor's the one to do what you like, so you figured, time for a bit of a flop around. You asked around what Alastor likes to do, the hotel members were no help.

Vaggie says Alastor hates TV and a bunch of modern day technology to the point of making a deal. But with you, he watches anime on your laptop while laying side by side. Huh??? Husk and Niffty said Alastor doesn't do sweets. But he baked you a number of desserts and those were the ones he did as trial and error, he ate all the leftovers because you didn't like wasting things. Charlie says Alastor's always smiling and loves the entertainment and misery of demons. But with you, every time you were down or sad, he's doing all he can to cheer you up. Lucifer was even worse, he said Alastor loves to take care of Charlie like a daughter. You paused him and just left. Nope.

You came to the conclusion that Alastor's preferences were non-existent when it came to spending time with you. The thought made you smile and feel bubbly. Now you had to make the date worthwhile.

As much energy and time it took, also to be secretive. You made it all happen. Of course, you had to tell Alastor's shadows to keep quiet about your plans, they agreed with your headpats.

On the day. You requested Alastor's undivided attention and time. He was confused and came to you on the dot, only to regret not appearing more charming when you said it was a date. You had to hold onto him so he doesn't teleport through the shadows to fix up his looks.

"You look just fine!"

"No! It's our first date! I must look perfect! BETTER THAN PERFECT!"

You started with a stroll through a garden, hooking his arm with yours as you walked along the path. Alastor's silence was because he was still shocked and didn't dare to speak thinking he'll say something wrong. So you started small talk.

Then you brought him to Cannibal Town. Setting him down on a table and Rosie distracted him enough for you to slip into the kitchen to cook him his meal. Lucky you practiced and didn't take long cause Alastor was about to search for you in his giant demonic form. You appearing with a trollery had him sit back down and Rosie left with a giggle. Alastor stared at the plate in front of him. You cooked him something? Is he in Heaven?

"Darling, I think Heaven's a bit too red and hot."

"Just eat and tell me how it taste."

Alastor was talking, wrong word, praising your cooking. He even said the two of you could cook sometime back in the hotel kitchen. You agreed to his joy. After that, you brought Alastor to the town square, jazz music played and you offered your hand, telling him to teach you some of his moves. He happily did so and other cannibals joined in on the dance party.

At the end of the day, you brought Alastor to the forest and sang him a song *Everytime We Touch*, using his microphone staff as a mic. He secretly recorded your voice too. You didn't mind since this was both of you's first date.

"So? How was the date? You like it?"

"Darling Love," Alastor suddenly brought you into a swirl and dipped you, "This is the third best day of my afterlife."

"What's the first and second?"

"Second is the day you defended me and confessed your love to me." Alastor straightened you up and brought you close to him, "The first is the day we met."

[littleadaline]

Thank you for the sandwich [F.T7]

Warnings: some smut content [18+], some light swearing

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: whoooops hihi

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“Oh and another thing,” Flick told you before exiting his office. “Ferran had his Adidas commercial canceled today. If you want to get ahead on the YouTube channel content, today is your day. He came in early for training, I have no reason to keep him this late.” He handed you back your bag.

“Thank you. I’ll grab my equipment from my office and head down to let him know. Have a nice day, mister.”

‘You too.” He softly smiled at you before closing his office door shut.

You walked back to your office, head in your notebook, scanning for the ideas you had jotted down for Ferran content. You had made it to your desk when an unknown figure sitting in your chair made your heart jump.

“Ferran, coño, you scared me. What are you doing here?” You put down your material in the now-empty chair.

“I had my Adidas shoot canceled for today. I wanted to know if you wanted to catch up on some content we had to shoot.” He shot you a smile, nervously fiddling with the pens at your desk.

“That’s funny because I was going to ask you to do the same. But I need to finish editing tomorrow’s video, if you don’t mind waiting for me.”

“Can I wait here?” He kept playing with the stationary on your desk.

“Will you be quiet?” You raised an eyebrow, plugging your computer into the wall.

“Yes… at least I’ll try.” He shot you a smirk. You giggled, signaling him to sit in the chair next to you.

You spent the next 30 minutes putting the clips together, selecting audios and playing with the visual effects. You always felt a great deal of pressure when tasked with editing the videos for the club’s social media. You wanted to be proud of your work, all while having the fans' approval. You were deeply focused on your work, when Ferran’s voice pulled you out of your bubble.

“Are you done yet? Are you done yet? Are you done yet?” He playfully threw a few balled-up Post It’s at your face.

“Ferran! What did we agree on?” You said through gritted teeth, the frustration of your work getting to you.

“But I’m bored!” He whined. You looked to your left, only to be met with a pouting face and arms crossed across his chest.

“I am almost done, I swear! Have some patience.” You diverted back to your screen, only for your stomach to betray you. An idea flashed through your face. “How about you get us some food?”

“Sure! What do you want?” He got up, straightening his pants.

“I’ll have a turkey sub, extra pesto, hold the tomatoes please. And a mango Jarritos.”

“Anything else?” He ruffled the top of your hair before leaning into the doorway.

“No, thank you!” You re-arranged your hair in a hurry.

After Ferran had left your office, you took a quick glance at yourself on your computer screen. You had trouble hiding your reddened cheeks at Ferran’s touch. You liked it when he subtly crossed the boundaries of professionalism and into friendship. Ferran was the first player you really clicked with when you got started. He made sure you were well welcomed, and treated with respect. 2 years into the job, you had each others’ number and addresses. You would often meet up on days off to spend time with your newly formed group of friends. But these past few months, you have wanted to spend less time with the group and more time with just him.

Ferran came back just as you were saving the video on your hard drive.

“I got you something extra. Little sweet treat for all your efforts.” He handed you a brown bag. Your ears perked up, your arms extending for the bag.

“You got me… red velvet? You remembered.” You sighed in awe.

“Of course I did! It’s your favorite.” He shrugged nonchalantly. He sat back in his chair, kicking his feet up. You ran up to hug him, your sudden move throwing him off the chair and onto the floor.

Ferran’s arms softened your fall, your faces merely a few inches away. You could feel his breath on your lips, and it took all your might to stop yourself from violating the code of professionalism. Ferran’s eyes lingered on your lips, unable to pull away. He had one hand on your back and the other on the back of your thigh, his touch leaving a burning sensation on your skin.

“We-um…We should get up before someone walks in and sees us.” You breathlessly said, pushing yourself off of his chest. You tried to hide the fact that your little interaction had caused a not so small chemical reaction in the Barça player’s shorts.

“Yeah… that.” He said, disappointed.

You both ate your food in an awkward silence, before cleaning up and heading downstairs to film the video. The vibes were off, which prompted you to call off the shoot earlier. It would just have to be a shorter video than usual. Nothing bad. You both said your goodbyes and parted ways for the rest of the evening.

“I’ll see you…” Ferran asked, climbing into the driver’s seat.

“Monday. I’m off for the weekend.” You waved him off as he drove away.

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You had finished loading up the dishwasher when the doorbell rang. You opened the door only to find Ferran standing there, his hair and clothes soaked by the rain.

“Ferran? Oh my God, come in! How long have you been standing outside?” You pulled him by the sleeve of his jacket. “Let me get you a towel. Give me your jacket.” You undressed him from the many layers he was wearing.

He sat on your couch, droplets of water tainting his sweet face, and dripping onto the floor.

“Aye, Ferran, what the fuck happened to you?” You knelt in front of him, towel in hand. You dried his face the best you could, giving extra attention to his face. Your heart fluttered at the sight of the water droplets clinging to his eyelashes. “What were you doing in the neighborhood?”

“I told Flick.” He blurted out.

“You told Flick… what did you tell him?” You hummed softly, your hand resting on his cheek.

“I went back to his office after you left. I told him that I love you. I told him I was in love with you, and I was planning on asking you out, one day or another. I wanted to suppress my feelings, protect you and your heart…But after today’s incident in the office… the way your lips just…Fuck.”

He grabbed you by the neck, pulling you into his lap, before crashing his lips against yours. Your body took no time reacting to his touch, choosing to melt into his embrace. Your hands found the nape of his neck, gently stroking the hair, nibbling behind his ear, subtly leaving a hickey. His hand lifted your ass before gently placing you in his lap, his hands never leaving the curve of your ass. You moaned into his mouth, as his fingers found the hem of your shirt, peeling it off painfully slow.

“May I?” He gestured at your bra. You nodded feverishly, your body itching to tear his clothes off and leave trails of kisses along his chest. Ferran’s eyes grew hungry as he slowly undid your bra. You trailed your arms alongside his body, searching for the hem of his shirt. Ferran’s hands found yours as you peeled away his soaked t-shirt.

You got up from his lap, shimmying out of your shorts and underwear, before extending your arm out to him, inviting him to do the same. He rapidly shed his clothes before grabbing your hand and dragging you to the bedroom, where your bed was a witness to your sexual activities.

The next morning, you woke up to Ferran’s soft snores. It was still dark and early in the morning. You snuggled back into bed, Ferran’s hand instinctively wrapped around your waist. He hated to admit it, but he was a snuggle bug. You turned back to face him, his lips slightly ajar, and his hair merely ruffled. You snuggled against his chest, letting his heartbeat lull you back to sleep.

The next time you woke up, it was once again because of Ferran. But he wasn’t snoring in your ear anymore. He was leaving hot, feverish kisses at the base of your chest.

“Good morning hermosa.” He came out from under the covers, his cheeks covered in a faint pink hue, his hair still disheveled. “I must say, that body of yours, is a 10/10. Love every freckle, dimple and scar this body has. My love.” He said as he snaked his hand down to squeeze your ass as you giggled from the sudden move.

You both spent the rest of the day in bed, as neither had any obligations. As the day dwindled down, you both sat on your couch, your head in his lap.

“So… when you said you would ask me out one day or another, to Flick, did you mean it?”

“Princesa, I meant every word I said to Flick. I would steal the Milky Way for you if you asked me to.” He bent down to leave a kiss on your lips. “Which is why I want to ask you… would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Yes!” You giggled with excitement, feeling a part of your dream come true. You swung your arms around his neck, dragging him down for a heated make-out session.

[reallyromealone]

hello if it's not much of a bother I'd like to request a bonten fic where they forget their lover's birthday, like he prepared their favourite food and even decorated their house but bc they had to deal w something important at work they forgot his birthday and even arrived home late. just pure angst pls (totally not bc of my nearing bday) have a great day/night!

It was supposed to be a happy day.

"Why am I even decorating for my own birthday?" (Name) mumbled teary eyed as he glanced at the clock it was a quarter to midnight already.

He made their favorite food on HIS birthday, he always put so much effort for them and they couldn't even attend an event he had to put together, hell Kokos birthday was all out!

(Name) wiped the tears away and tossed the food in the trash, the concept of it all sickening as he went to the guest bedroom, staring off to the wall "happy fucking birthday..."

It was three am when Bonten returned home, exhausted "what were we supposed to do again?" Rindō asked a little tipsy, the men having a few drinks at the business meeting "oh shit.." Mochi said wide eyed, immediately sobering up as they took in the penthouse, half torn decorations and thrown out food "shit..."

(Name) had locked himself in the guest room, the men knowing better than to try and break in.

Come morning (name) was silent as he came out of the guest bedroom, looking like he just survived a tornado with teary eyes and fixed himself a glass of (preferred drink) and paid none of them any mind "baby?" Ran asked the man who sat on the couch and stared at the tv that wasn't on "were sorry" Rindō said earnestly and the others nodded in agreement.

"Y'all can go fuck yourselves" (name) said simply, surprising Bonten as (name) was never the one to swear "how fucking come I am setting up MY OWN BIRTHDAY AND MAKING FOOD YOU SELFISH ASSHOLES WANT ON A DAY ABOUT ME?! SERIOUSLY WHAT KIND OF "LOVING HUSBANDS" MAKES THEIR OWN HUSBAND PUT TOGETHER HIS OWN BIRTHDAY AND THEN EXPECT HIM TO PUT THEIR PARTY TOGETHER?!" (name) was furious at this point, all his rage bubbling up to the surface as he stood up "baby calm--""don't tell me to calm down! I'm fucking furious!"

(Name) pushed them away and stomped off "we were busy!" Kakucho tried explaining "funny how you guys are always busy when it's stuff relating to me, my birthday, meeting my parents, any time I got sick... Hell our anniversary! I'm never a priority unless you guys need a good fuck!" (Name) was done as he grabbed his keys "call me when you assholes get your shit together" (name) said storming out, leaving Bonten alone.

"Oh we really fucked up" Koko said as the others nodded as a wave of realization washed over them that this may have been the final straw.

And they didn't even realize until it was too late.

[maple-the-awesome]

You Sacrifice Yourself for Them Part 2/3

Part 1 || Part 3

Pairings: Four, Hyrule, & Warrior x GN Reader

Requested by anonymous: HIIIII OMG I JUST WANRED TO SAY i lovelovrloveloveeeee the way you write so much!!!!!!! ur recent loz post had me kicking and squealing in my sear hehehe T_T could i request a scenario with the chain in a situation where the reader sacrifices themselves to protect the boys? im imagining things begging the enemy to take them instead, protecting them from a hit or even something funny like taking the blame for a mistake they made!!! id love to see some angst from you!!!!! THANK U AND HAVE A GREAT WEEK!!!!!💖💖💖💖

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A surprise attack - that's what had awaited the group. They had their guards only slightly down, still keeping an ear for danger, yet that didn't do much to protect them from the onslaught of monsters who soon surrounded everybody faster than anyone could draw their swords.

It wasn't a huge deal at first, at least for ten seasoned heroes. They've been in troubling situations before, both during their own journeys and when together, so they all know how this sort of thing works, in fact some were even having fun with it, making a competition out of how many enemies they could each take down. Then everything went south - fast, too.

That troublesome lizard the Chain has been tracking for weeks - or has it been months now? - appeared without a sound onto the battlefield, going successfully unnoticed amongst the chaos as he creeped through the shadows waiting for an opportunity to strike. Everyone had gotten pretty spread out from each other, pushed apart by their enemies not that they took the time to notice nor worry. This meant the lizard could've realistically chosen anyone as his victim, it was dumb luck that his eyes landed upon Four who was finally beginning to break a sweat as he tried to one-up a Moblin.

Maybe a second passed between that Moblin disappearing into purple smoke and a blur entering his vision. All Four knew for certain was that he just barely blocked the lizard's sword which had been swung his way with such force that it knocked him off his feet. He's been knocked down before, though, and planned to fight without hesitation until -

"- GET AWAY FROM HIM!" It was you. Four didn't even realize you were so close and before he could object, you were engaged in your own little battle with that lizard, successfully drawing its attention away from your downed friend, however your efforts were not without cost. 

You got hurt. Bad, too (although Four would say any injury is horrid if felt upon your skin). You were thrown to the ground just like he had, the difference being you weren't as fortunate as to block the lizard's sword, rather taking a direct hit which sent you crumbling to your knees. Any other day, Four would've been amazed by your determination when you still tried to stand your ground with a wobble, but it was no time to be in awe of your skill. He doesn't doubt that if it wasn't for Warrior and Twilight taking on the lizard next, you wouldn't have won that battle you so desperately fought.

Now Four feels as if his breath is caught in his throat while he stands by, helplessly watching as Hyrule heals you. You're in better spirits than he thinks you should be, awake and alert, but winching in hissed breaths whenever moving too quickly. He can't help feeling responsible for this, cursing himself for not having seen that lizard earlier. If he had, he would've been able to hold his own ground better, giving you no reason as to rush in so suddenly. Of course, you have a different outlook on the situation:

"I hope you aren't kicking yourself too hard over there, Smithy," It's like you can read his mind - or perhaps you can just read his facial expression. You raise an eyebrow at him almost teasingly as if your tunic isn't stained in your own blood, "I was the one who decided to jump in, you didn't ask me to - and I'd do it again if it means you're safe, just so you know."

Four huffs from where he sits mere inches away from you. Simply happy to see you alive, he didn't have time to care about the fact that he’s been holding your hand nonstop since first getting you out of the fray which had been a good ten minutes ago, "Shouldn't I be the one saying that, not the other way around? What is this, the second time you've saved my butt?"

"I don't think you almost falling off a stool counts," You argue, but after a moment of thought, you give his hand a squeeze, your voice a bashful whisper, "...And who says we can't both say it, hmm? Both be willingly to protect each other with our lives?"

"Because then it would be contradictory - If I'm willing to die for you and you're willing to die for me, then we'd both die" 

"At least we'll still be together.”

Four frowns, but to your surprise, he proposes no argument. He instead nods eventually, squeezing your hand back as he looks off across camp in silent thought, “...I guess that’s logical. I’d just prefer we stay together in life, though.”

"You guys are sappy as hell."

"Shut up Legend."

You've had a well deserved afternoon of peace - at least the best you can probably wish for given the circumstances. You don't necessarily have a lot of scented soaps on hand or even access to a proper bath for that matter, and despite being near a town, you’ve been rationing your rupees since it’s slim pickings collecting them from only monster drops and those clay pots everyone fights over. Still, you did manage to sneak away from all the boys for some time alone, soaking in one of the nice little hot springs found around Death Mountain.

Still patting your hair with your now damp towel, you wander back into camp with dreams of a pleasant meal to finish your day with, after all this is Wild's universe, so you would think he'd know the area well enough to bless you all with something wonderful made from nearby resources. With this said, you're pretty surprised when your nose scrunches up in disgust upon a disastrous smell filling your nostrils. 

It doesn't take long to notice the source, having to push through a few bodies to discover what everyone is glaring at: a pot of bubbling soup of a color you hadn't realized could even exist...and a texture you wish you didn't know existed.

"What happened?" You whisper to Legend who's closest to you. He shrugs as if this sight isn't all that bad, although you're certain he's already thought of some excuse that can get him out of eating tonight.

"Hyrule messed with Wild's cooking again."

"How? Wild's been watching him like a hawk since the last time."

"He wasn't here. He came down to the shops to get some things and when we all walked back together, we found the food like this."

Oh yeah. You remember now. Having overlooked an ingredient for his soup, Wild decided to run down to Goron Town where the others had already gone for a quick supply run and to question locals about weird portals. Soon after he left, the Traveler promised to watch over camp while you went to check out the hot springs as you’ve been dying to do. During your excitement, it failed to cross your mind that he’d be left unattended with Wild’s half-finished food.

"What did you add?" Wild has a hand on his hip, the other holding a ladle that's pointed directly towards Hyrule's chest accusingly as the poor boy sinks into himself, trying to stumble out a response. 

This is far from the first time he’s messed with cooking despite everyone agreeing he should be banned from so much as touching a spoon, yet you can’t help feeling bad for the hero regardless of his bad habit in not keeping his curiosity under control. Hyrule did help you today. If it wasn’t for his kind offer to watch over camp on his own, you would’ve had to put off visiting the hot springs until the others camp back, drastically lowering your chances of being able to sneak away for some alone time. 

“I’m the one messed with the soup,” All eyes are suddenly on you, not a single one looking convinced, but you continue anyways, “You said that you thought it needed ‘a little something more’, so I figured I’d try to help with that. I didn’t expect my additions to cause such -...mildly repulsive results…I’m sorry, Wild. I’ll remake dinner tonight if you want.”

Wild narrows his eyes, humming in thought for a good few seconds before announcing, “I don’t believe you! But…”

He then turns on his heel, dramatically dipping his ladle into the soup. The quote-on-quote ‘liquid’ doesn’t drip back into the pot once he brings up a ladle-full, instead sticking to the utensil before flopping into the soup with a heavy ‘splash’, “...I might be able to fix it if I add more broth - but this is the last warning I’m going to give: the next time anyone tampers with my cooking, I’ll only be making food with a jar of goron spice added in from then on, you hear?!”

Everyone is quick to agree, although Hyrule shows some brief hesitation until you elbow him roughly in the side. At that point, he eagerly nods, giving Wild a little piece of mind as he tries to figure out how to fix this dinner ‘you’ve’ so cruelly ruined.

“...Thank you for that,” Hyrule whispers to you, bashfully joining you beside fire as you lean back and shrug casually, “I really owe you this time.”

“Eh, don’t mention it. I already owed you for allowing me a nice break,” You nod your head towards the path that leads to the hot springs before peeking open an eye and glaring at him, your voice suddenly stern which sends shivers down his spine, “But seriously, dude, do. not. touch. Wild’s cooking again. Forced to eat meals laced with goron spice is where I draw the line in my love towards you.”

“N-Noted.”

No matter how tightly he squeezes his eyes shut, all Warrior can see among the darkness is stars that seem to glow brighter whenever another wave of pain shoots through his nervous system. He'd like to say he's had worse, although this is truly in his top five - maybe even top three. He can't adjust his body without grinding his teeth, yet he tries anyways, digging the end of his sword into the ground and using it as support to get himself up, but each inch he moves is agony to his battered body.

The moblin - if he remembers correctly, it's from Sky's universe - follows the bloody trail that had been left behind after it had previously tossed Warrior, stalking closer to the downed hero who can only curse his luck. Of course something like this happens on his turn to patrol. He shouted for help not long ago, although given the distance he's gone from camp, it's fairly possible no one heard. Even with the moblin raising its spear, he finds himself more concerned with the others than himself, praying to Hylia they don't get ambushed like he had -

"- HEY! OVER HERE YOU OVERGROWN PIG!" The moblin pauses, forced to turn its entire body to see where the voice had come from. This allows Warrior to see around it, spotting you running towards them with your sword drawn. He might've been relieved at this point if not for quickly noticing the fact that you're completely alone.

"N-NO! Don -...DON'T!" Warrior tries his best to stand up and reach for his sword, however he immediately crumbles onto his knees, hissing in pain as his free hand hurries to cover his wounded side. 

You don't listen, although you most likely didn't even hear him, too busy going face-to-face with the moblin. It reacts to your charge by holding its shield out in front of itself, yet you take no issue in running right up it, stepping onto the top edge which you use to kick yourself into the air over the moblin's head. You successfully catch yourself on your feet behind and, before it can recover from this surprise, you attack, hitting the monster as many times as you can manage. 

It cries out and angrily swipes its spear towards you (while Warrior holds his breath in worry), but even then you're faster, swiftly leaping out of harm's way and slicing its side in return. The moblin huffs, raising its spear to throw, however it stalls, eyes rolling back into its head before blood loss finally overcomes it, causing it to crash into the ground with a loud 'THUD'.

"Warrior!" You take no time celebrating your victory, hurrying to your friend where you fall to your knees and immediately begin looking over his injuries. His tunic is soaked in crimson at this point particularly around his side, making it difficult to pinpoint the exact damage. You curse yourself for not having gotten here sooner even though you truly did run as quickly as your feet could carry you after hearing his distressed shouts for aid. Thank Hylia you happened to have been foraging not too far away. If you had stayed in camp with the others, you would've surely lost a beloved member of your group.

"Here. Stay still," You order, reaching into your pocket and uncorking a bottle you kept there. A pink glow is free to flutter out and to your friend, practically dancing over his wounds in careful work that brings instant comfort shown through his sigh.

"...Why'd you do that?" Warrior wonders aloud, earning a confused look from you.

"Would you rather me have dragged you back to camp for Hyrule -?"

"- I mean why did you take on that moblin like that? Alone no less."

You huff, taking offense despite knowing full well that he isn't insulting your skill. He’s just terrible at wording stuff (all Links are), "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to steal your thunder there. I was only thinking it would be better to save your dumb butt than to take my time personally gathering an army to collect your corpse afterwards.”

Warrior clicks his tongue, forcing his eyes away from you, "...I'm thankful, don't get me wrong, but it was still incredibly stupid...You could've gotten just as hurt as me..."

"Hypocrite," You huff under your breath, although he still hears and pouts as a result. Gently, you take his chin, directing him to face you again, "I get that you're a captain and all, thus you feel responsible for protecting others, but there's nothing wrong with admitting defeat and trusting someone else to take charge if necessary. Your ego isn't worth your life, after all, I’ll only mourn one of the two.”

Warrior blushes, trying to look anywhere except your eyes, yet you refuse to let him do so, too amused by his adorable embarrassment to let go of his chin right away.

"I...I suppose you're right."

"I always am."

"...I'll be sure to remember that from here on out."

[true-illusion]

So, I finally got round to watching the new Doctor Who season.

I had lost interest since Clara became the companion and after Peter Capaldi was the Doctor. I only watched two episodes of Jodi Whitaker - the first episode and the one with John Barrowman and Jo Martin. I thought both episodes were rubbish. Plus, it took effort to find and download the show, so I stopped watching. I haven’t gotten round to the Tennant specials cos I thought they were just nostalgia bait.

So, I was very sceptical, going in to Ncuti Gatwa’s era. I worried it would be another snooze fest that was more interested in being PC and box-ticking than telling a good story. But I had nothing else to do, and it was on Disney, so I turned it on.

IT WAS SO GOOD. I binge watched the whole thing in two days.

I could definitely see Russell T. Davis’ hand in it. It felt like the Eccleston and Tennant era episodes. It was exciting and fun and funny, but not too silly. They made a social point without being too preachy. Ncuti Gatwa is growing on me - I think the binge watching format made it harder to sink in that, "yes, he’s the Doctor". But I’m getting there.

But, I think it was Ruby that carried the season. There were quite a few Rose-type moments. But she was different enough to be her own person. I liked Ruby overall. She was sweet, she felt genuine, and she was not forced into that “sassy/arrogant” characterisation. I was invested in her story.

Her mum was not bad - Jackie Tyler was still better, imo, cos though she had a heart of gold, she still had her flaws. Ruby’s mum was just too perfect. Gran was hilarious though. I want more scenes with Gran just waiting for someone to finally give her a cuppa.

[ALERT: SPOILERS AHEAD]

Some episodes were better than others. Episode 2 “The Devil’s Chord” was AMAZING; it is the episode I want to go back and rewatch. They should have incorporated “American Pie” into it at some point. Haha! Jinkx Monsoon as the Maestro was brilliant. It was so larger-than-life and over-the-top, it was fantastic. Only thing I hated was the twist song at the end. Cringe.

Episode 5 “Dot and Bubble” was also amazing because of how disturbing it was. How people cannot function - cannot look at the world, can't even walk - without the devices, how Lindy sacrificed Ricky to save herself, how they refused to let the Doctor save them in the end. It felt like a reflection of our society and the trajectory we could be on.

Episode 1 “Space Babies” was pretty lame. If I had seen that first instead of the Christmas episode, I might have not continued. The babies were just cringe, and the snot monster… ugh. Plus, with the space station and giving Ruby universal roaming which she immediately called her mum with - it was a bit too much like Eccleston’s Doctor and Rose’s first outing.

The Christmas episode itself also wasn’t great, but it introduced the characters and the season's central mystery well, and got me interested in them. The episode reminded me of Labyrinth. “Magic Dance” kept running through my head. The bad-luck goblins were funny. Unfortunately, this Goblin King is no David Bowie. Also, no sinister robot Santas or killer Christmas trees that were a staple of past Christmas specials. It irked me a bit that the entire season’s central mystery might have been solved if the Doctor had just went up to Ruby’s mother then. He knew she was looking for her mother. He knew they couldn’t go back cos he couldn’t cross his own timeline. So why didn’t he go to her?? (Ok, then there wouldn’t be drama for the rest of the season. Lol!)

Episode 3 “Boom” was also weak. It tried to deal with strong themes - war, family, faith. It introduced interesting technology. But the story itself doesn’t hold up too well. The way the war started and continued was just too far fetched. I thought it was cool that majority of the thing took place just in that one crater though.

Meanwhile, other episodes left question marks. Episode 4 “73 Yards” was good (I loved the Welsh landscape), but a bit too much of building up to something and then it’s an anticlimax. Eg the people at the pub building up to some horror movie scenario, and then it was just some delivery person at the door. Roger just running away and giving up politics just like that? Maybe I just wasn’t paying full attention, but it was a bit too timey-wimey and weird. What was it that the woman said to all those people to make them run away screaming? Was she really Ruby all along? Where was the Doctor all that time?

And episode 6 “Rogue”… silly story with the cosplaying aliens, but it was a nice bit of fun after “Dot and Bubble”. It made me laugh the way they kept referencing Bridgerton, and how the characters were all about the Drama, with a capital D. The resolution of Ruby pretending to be the Chuldur was very disappointing bait-and-switch. But I love Rogue. I want to see more of him. Why couldn’t he stay? He could be the new Captain Jack Harkness (not that anyone could replace Capt Jack Harkness). Rogue and the Doctor together was something special (and not just in the sexual way). I want him as another companion. But the way it ended, I don’t think we’d see him again.

I don’t have much to say about the last two finale episodes, “The Legend of Ruby Sunday” and “Empire of Death”. It was a rollercoaster. It was intense. It was a bit too “Bad Wolf”. There was a lot going on but I’m not really sure what was happening. I liked seeing Kate from UNIT and the old companion Mel. Kate’s “sign out” line made me emotional. Unfortunately, she didn’t stay dead in the end. I also never watched the old episodes with Sutekh, so I don’t think I got it. The scale of the destruction was just too big in this story. The Doctor just randomly going down to that planet to get the spoon… why? If Sutekh could track dead skin cells then why couldn’t he get to the Doctor instead of through Mel? And just conveniently, the DNA test law pops up. Did Ruby find her mother in the database or not? The end resolution with the magic rope and thingy felt, again, like more bait-and-switch. I was intrigued about the concept of how Ruby’s mother is not actually important except that they had placed importance on her, thereby imbuing her with more worth. But I don’t get why Sutekh couldn’t see her or why he cared. But again, maybe I wasn’t paying full attention. The end ending was sweet - how the Doctor didn’t think Ruby should go talk to her mother but Ruby did it anyway and it worked out well. And then more questions at the end. Who exactly is that neighbour woman?

I hope Ruby returns next season. Honestly, I watched this season more for her than for the Doctor. I'm glad I gave this season a chance. I’ll watch next season, for sure.

[goodluckdetective]

FIC: FIVE HOURS (Tumblr Edition)

Ship: Durge/Astarion but this is a fic about Astarion

Fandom: BG3

Warnings: Astarion backstory is referenced in passing

Rating: PG-13

AO3

Summary: 

Being controlled by one’s dark urge is hard, but watching someone you care for lose themselves might be harder. Or Astarion and five hours spent watching over someone he can no longer recognize. (How do you keep hating yourself as a monster when you've started to fall for one?)

Notes:

Hello, I took one look at vampire man and Durge and went “ah yes, the drama of falling in love with someone who sees themselves as a monster.” This fic does have a custom dark urge/durge because I don’t think it hits as hard otherwise, but it’s very much a fic about Astarion. Rune in this piece is me holding up a mirror and going “if you’re gonna to see the humanity in this person, then why do you refuse to do it for yourself” while Astarion hisses like a cat. Sorry bud, get perceived. All you need to know about Rune is that they’re a NB human wild magic sorcerer (they/them) A big thanks to @dykezambo and Rose for being my beta readers. I salute you.

Fic is below the cut

HOUR ONE:

Astarion thinks it might still be some sort of sick prank until Rune Tavernus’ eyes roll up into the back of their head and they collapse to the ground in a heap.

A prank would make more sense than this, Astarion thinks, as he scrambles onto his feet and towards the unconscious sorcerer. Rune wasn’t much of a prankster, but they did have some wit and a streak of dark humor to match. What the point would be of a prank like this was beyond Astarion, but in his head he can manufacture a bizarre scenario where Rune thinks it would be funny to give Astarion a taste of his own medicine with a sinister wake-up call. And yes, the whole explanation of “killing the one they cared most for” didn't fit the prank theory, Rune wouldn’t play with his feelings so brazenly, but when one's occasional bedmate starts rambling about being forced to kill you, a cruel trick tends to be a kinder explanation. 

And then Rune passed out and that idea had gone out the metaphorical window.

“Shit,” Astarion says, pressing his palm to their forehead. Rune runs warm to Astarion, almost everyone does, but they feel clammy to the touch. Their short white hair is almost damp with sweat and sticks to their forehead. He shakes them, once, then twice, calling their name with increasing volume, but they don’t stir. That in itself is alarming; Rune is not a deep sleeper. In fact, they’re known for sleeping poorly, waking up from unremembered dreams with a choked-off scream. Every morning they chug whatever caffeinated beverage Halsin brews as soon as it’s cool enough not to burn their tongue. 

Rune doesn’t rouse even after a minute of shaking. Astarion considers waking Shadowheart, but the whole business with Alfira gives him enough pause to instead first go for the rope in his pack. Rune had been back to normal by morning when she was slain; if this is similar, then Astarion would just have to wait until dawn for a full explanation. With a great deal of effort on his part, he drags Rune to an open bedroll closest to the fire and binds their arms together as well as their legs, feeling somewhat like out of body. 

(He tries hard to not think of a pig prepared for slaughter. He tries harder to not think about how Cazador might have tied up the people he brought home the very same way.) 

“You know, this was not the situation I was envisioning when the idea of you and rope came to mind,” he says, because making a flirty joke is familiar and Gods knows he needs something familiar right now. This is a situation he can handle better as Astarion the rake, who lets nothing get too close, who brushes off mortal peril with a quick comment and a fake grin. When he’s sure the ropes are tight, he walks over to his bedroll, and grabs a blanket to sit on, a light scroll, a book, and after some hesitation, his daggers. 

(He’s not going to need them, he isn’t. Rune gave him these daggers and told him to “keep them as sharp as your fangs” should he choose to use them.)

(He desperately hopes he’s not going to need them).

Once his supplies are grabbed and organized, he places the blanket on the ground and sits on it. He casts light on a nearby wilted plant, and sits back. He looks at the sorcerer he has bedded in a gambit for security and thinks about how said gambit turned on its head when he found he actually rather liked the person who offered to cast him minor illusion to see his own reflection and provided their blood in a land of shadows because “you shouldn’t starve.”

“I will admit this isn’t how I wanted to spend my evening, but I suppose I’ll survive.” He reaches for his book and opens it, even though he doubts he’s going to be able to focus enough to read a word. “Hopefully, this is all a false alarm, and I can simply catch up on this chapter. Do you think the Count will actually manage to make any progress in his grand plan, or is he going to keep dithering about Waterdeep for another thirty pages?”

(The book was also a gift from Rune, though it was not the first one the sorcerer gave him. A day after reaching the Blighted Village, Astarion had sneaked back from his midnight meal to find the human grumbling over a slightly burnt text near the fire. Hoping to distract them from the fact he was awake in the first place, Astarion had inquired about the books’ contents, only to find himself the audience for a tirade about overly complicated murder plots. Apparently, Rune had strong opinions on the accuracy of snakes climbing ropes. From that point on, Astarion had found himself part of the world’s strangest murder mystery book club, where the pair both tried to guess how the murder took place and then endlessly complained about how overcomplicated it was when stabbing them in an alley would work just fine). 

Rune does not reply. Astarion doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or not. Instead of debating it further, he instead tries to turn his attention to the text in front of him, and hopes that Rune is wrong and the only thing that will occur this night is Astarion getting some reading in and Rune waking up with some neck pain.

HOUR TWO: 

Rune wakes up around ten minutes after the first hour mark. 

That isn’t quite correct. Something wakes up around the ten minute mark. It is not Rune.

Astarion knows it before they even open their mouth. From the moment they wake up, they struggle against their own bindings, jerking much like a wounded animal caught in a trap. When their eyes open, there are none of the emotions he’s used to seeing in their expression, instead an empty raw look that reminds Astarion of a starving hound. Before he can say a word, they snarl at him.

“I see my rope is sadly going to good use,” Astarion says, putting the book aside and getting on his knees in case he needs to stand and get away. He doubts it, those knots should hold and Rune doesn’t seem to be capable of casting spells at the moment, but it's best to be cautious. 

“I will rip out your tongue and swallow it whole,” Rune says in a voice that does not sound like Rune at all. It’s a whole octave lower, and there’s a throaty edge to it, like the human has inhaled smoke.

“I know I tease quite a bit, but ripping out my tongue is rather excessive, don’t you think?” The banter doesn’t land, it’s almost like Rune can’t even hear him. Astarion wonders if they will even remember this in the morning. 

He hopes not. He can remember watching his body follow Cazador’s every order as he tried desperately to claw back control. It is a fate he would not wish on any of his companions. 

It occurs to him that this could be like a possession. It would make the most sense, and the impulse to wake up Shadowheart returns. Rune hisses and snaps forward, trying to bite one of his hands and Astarion steps back. He can see drool and blood from their now broken lip fall onto the bedroll. 

( He can see himself in a coffin, snapping at the rat Cazador is holding out for him with a wicked smile .)

No, he won’t wake her. Not yet at least, not unless morning comes without a respite. Instead he shakes his head, tries to keep his voice light. 

“Ah, ah, ah, we ask before we bite.”

Rune snaps at him again, struggling at the bindings and Astarion can smell the blood from broken skin on their wrists and lip. His own mouth waters and he ignores it.

If there is one thing he learned in Cazador’s halls, it was how to be hungry. 

HOUR THREE:

After an hour, the thing that has taken Rune’s face stops threatening to murder him and starts growling instead. Despite it being off-putting, Astarion is thankful for the respite, as all the comments about ways to display his internal organs were getting old. 

“You’re cute, you know.,” he says, too tired to think through what he’s saying. “In another life we might have been friends.”

It’s an odd thought that comes to mind, the concept of him meeting whatever this is back when he was under Cazador’s boot. What would he make of someone like this, who growled murderous insults and clawed at the ground as if the dirt could draw blood? Interesting perhaps? Maybe pitiful? An asset against Cazador?

(He knows what he would have done. He would have dragged them back to the manor and not had a second thought as soon as Cazador had them in his clutches. He would have gone back to the rooms and thought nothing more of a human with white hair, a lanky build and a soft smile. He would have continued on and not known that should he have met that same human during the day, they would ask him about the embroidery on his sleeves and tease him that magistrates were actually in contact with the hells. He would not even know the human’s name when the sun rose to a world they no longer occupied).

(He cannot think about this. He refuses). 

He feels like he’s going to be sick. 

“On second thought,” he says, looking away from Rune. The shadow lands around them seem darker at night. He finds himself desperate for the sun. “It’s probably for the best that we didn't meet at all.”

The thing that is not Rune growls again, with more energy this time. 

“Growl all you want but it won’t stop the dawn. This will be over soon.”

HOUR FOUR:

Whatever is controlling Rune goes back to insults eventually, though their voice frayed from all the growling. Astarion ignores most of them, until one in particular captures his attention.

“I will wed you with a delicate veil of blood blooming over your white curls.”

Astarion stares at Rune, or whatever is possessing them, with a rather shocked expression. It says something about his life, or undeath, he supposes, that the word “wed” is the one that caught him off guard in that sentence, not the rest of it. Marriage is not a concept he has thought about in relationship to himself for at least a century. When he was younger it had its allure, Astarion was serious when he said Wyll was the type of man he dreamed of marrying when he was thirteen, but now? He’s a spawn, for Gods sake. Creatures like him either die or become vampire lords: there are no other endings. 

He does not say any of this out loud. Instead he goes for a quip. 

“Marriage? Darling, I think you’re getting ahead of yourself, we’re not even-“

He cuts off. They’re not even what? More than bedmates? That’s not right: he hasn’t bedded Rune since they entered the shadowlands and Rune has made no complaint about it at all. Not even friends? That didn’t seem right either. He’s not sure how to label how he feels about this human, but when one offers to draw your scars in the dirt so you can see them and you actually let them, you were probably at least friends.  Exclusive? No, that also doesn’t fit. Astarion hasn’t bothered to lie with anyone else in camp and Rune hasn’t either, even when Astarion made it clear he didn’t mind. And it wasn’t like Rune didn’t have options to pick from: Lae’Zel’s proposal had been quite direct and Astarion had bit the inside of his cheek to not laugh as their usually composed sorcerer flushed peach pink. Gale had made an attempt as well, though Rune didn’t tell him about that one until afterwards. 

“I’ve spoiled you too much for even the lover of a Goddess. How flattering!” They were in Rune’s tent at the time, a mage light cast upon a blue crystal Rune kept around for decor. It was one of the few pieces of decoration they kept around consistently, as the human tended to switch things out, trying to figure out what they liked and what they didn’t from the ruins of their memory. Rune had returned from a talk with Gale with a moderate flush and after a glass of terrible wine and some cajoling, Astarion had gotten the whole story out of them.

Rune tilted their head and shook it slightly. Their hair was rumpled from a day of casting electricity magic, and Astarion resisted the urge to curl his fingers into one of the white cowlicks. Something about the lack of polish Astarion found endearing.  

“No, no, not that,” they said. “It’s just, well for one, I don’t like him like that. And even if I did, well-” Rune took a sip of their wine, finishing off the glass. “His last relationship wasn’t good for him-”

“Darling, you cannot kill the Goddess of magic,” Astarion said, noticing a hard glint in their eyes. It wasn’t like Astarion was on board with the idea as a concept, the Goddess sounded dreadful, but he rather liked existing and fighting Gods was a speedy way to die. He didn’t mind Rune’s more violent tendencies, but he’d rather they not get themselves smited. 

“Anyway-” Rune continued, ignoring him. “He’s a sweet man but, well.” They placed the glass on a wooden stump Rune used as a side table and tangled their fingers together. It was something they did when they were being thoughtful. “Gale seems to admire me too much for his own good. I’d ruin him.” 

That was not the answer Astarion was expecting. He sat up on his own bedroll, a feeling of apprehension coming over him.

“And what, you think I’m-” Already ruined? That stung more than Astarion cared to admit, even if it wasn’t surprising. He didn’t finish his sentence. He couldn’t. Saying it out loud made it seem too concrete, too physical, too noticeable. 

"What! No!” Rune’s eyes grew large and they shook their head violently. They tore their left hand from their right to gesture with and for a moment, Astarion feared for the fate of the wine glass on the table should they accidentally knock it off. With their right hand, they reached out and grabbed Astarion’s hand tightly, while their left reached out for his jaw, pausing a moment so he could turn away should the touch be unwanted. Astarion didn’t protest, and Rune’s hand touched his chin briefly to tilt his head up so he’d meet their eyes. “No, absolutely not. Shit, I could have phrased that better. Gods, no, Astarion, I didn’t mean it that way.”

"And in what way could you mean it?” The sneer in Astarion’s voice wasn’t intentional, but it was better than sounding hurt. 

Rune bit their lower lip, which was something Astarion often found adorable when he was in a better mood. They looked away from him, took a steadying breath, then looked back. “I’d ruin Gale because he’s a hopeless romantic. He’s sweet, but he has a nasty habit of hubris; if faced with an unstoppable problem, he’d burn himself alive to fix it. I’m not saying you’re not smart, or romantic-“

“Or beautiful, don’t forget beautiful.”

Rune chuckled, some tension leaving their shoulders. “That too, as well as quite vain.” Astarion pouted at the addendum but let the sorcerer finish. “I’m saying you’re smart enough to run away.” 

Astarion considered that for a moment. It was certainly better than what he’d originally thought, but he wasn’t quite sure if it was a compliment. What was that supposed to mean? “Are you calling me a coward now?”

Rune smiled, a little sad, and rubbed their thumb across the back of his hand. It was unfamiliar but nice. “No, no, more realistic .” They leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, something they’d previously only done after sex. “I just know you’ll be safe, that’s all. That you wouldn’t hurt yourself for a hopeless cause.” 

Rune jerks again in their sleep, snapping Astarion out of the memory. Thinks of resignation in the sorcerer's eyes that night, how something about it ached. How familiar the sentiment felt.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Astarion says as the sorcerer spits out another cruel insult.

He’s shocked to find that he means it. 

HOUR FIVE

Astarion has spent much of life afraid, but he has never been so frightened when the dawn is an hour away and Rune has not stopped twitching.

He thought he was done with this, the idea of caring for others. After the year in the darkness, he’d swore to never care about anyone again except himself because caring was a luxury and he couldn’t even afford to buy new clothes. The tadpole has given him more freedom than he’s had in centuries but as long as Cazador was alive, caring was supposed to be off the table. 

And yet. And yet. 

Astarion intended for Rune to be a means to an end. Someone to wind around his finger like an armor against the world. But Astarion does not find himself panicking when his armor is dented or bruised. Astarion does not spend more time with his armor than necessary so it will not be lonely. Astarion does not worry that should his armor learn it was initially a means to an end of keeping him safe, it will never trust him again.

(This metaphor is rubbish, this Astarion knows. Watching someone you care for deeply scrape their wrists raw makes one less adept in turns of phrases).

For the first time all night, Rune whimpers, a small soft noise that would have frozen Astarion’s heart if it was still beating. Rune doesn’t whimper (well, not unless it was in the fun sort of way). They’re  reluctant to show weakness or accept the comfort they so freely give to others. For them to sound like this-

Astarion reaches forward and when the human doesn't try to bite him, he pushes their white hair back and out of their eyes. They were drenched in sweat, and still clammy. Before he can pull away, they lean into his hand with a sigh, seeking comfort from frozen hands, and Astarion feels his throat tighten.

“This thing can’t have you,” he says, running his thumb against their forehead wrinkles and a faded scar just over their right eyebrow. They are so covered in scars, and each day they risk gaining even more. “It won’t win.”

Rune doesn’t respond to his statement, instead breathing softly. They must have finally worn themselves out to fall asleep. Astarion considers pulling his hand back, he probably should given the threat were they to wake up again, but he finds himself reluctant to do so, instead continuing to gently stroke the sorcerer’s brow with his thumb. 

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” He whisperes. The birds were starting to chirp now, singing their song in anticipation of the sunrise. “Come back to yourself, and I’ll consider telling you. I think that’s a fair bargain.”

DAYBREAK:

Day comes and Rune returns with it. 

They don’t open their eyes right away, tense and still. Astarion can see them rub their hands together and they stiffen further when the sorcerer’s thumb runs across some dried blood on their palm. He doesn’t understand why until the corner of their eyes tighten and they suck in a short breath, a whisper of a sob on the precipice. 

Rune told the entire camp that when Alfira died, they’d woken up in the morning with their hands covered in blood. For them to wake up and find the same sensation present-

“It’s your own blood, darling,” Astarion says, reaching forward to place his hand on their shoulder. Their eyes open wide, and they take him in with a look that Astarion feels like he might be able to name if he lived a kinder existence. “You rubbed your wrists raw enough to bleed, I’m afraid.”

“Astarion,” they said, lips parting, some tension melting from their frame. “You’re alright.” Then, they flinch, pain crossing their features. “Ow, my neck.”

Astarion almost wants to cry at the complaint. “You might have strained it trying to bite me. Do you remember that?”

Given the sudden look of horror on Rune’s expression, they do now. 

Rune explains what they can after Astarion unties them. Most of it are things Astarion already knows; Alfira, the urges, the loss of sleep. The insight about Isobel and the butler is a new one, and he thinks back to the cape in his tent that Rune had shoved onto him like they couldn’t get rid of it fast enough. At the time, Astarion thought the gift was an attempt to curry his favor. He’s not sure how to view the gift with this new context.

“I was wondering why you didn’t want to spend much time enjoying Harper's hospitality,” Astarion muses. He watches as Rune rubs their wrists with their palms, trying to massage out the aches. They will need to see a healer for certain; Astarion knows they’ve been dabbling in the bardic arts but not enough to heal injuries. 

“I thought I couldn’t risk it,” Rune says, moving to pick up the rope. Astarion watches as they cast mending and then pull at each end. When the rope holds firm, they hand it back to Astarion. “I thought the less time I spent around there, the less likely I might slip up.”

“If you’d shared that earlier, I would have grumbled less about the horrors of the great outdoors.”

Rune shoots him an apologetic frown. “I thought telling Isobel would be enough. I never thought-“ They close their eyes briefly and sigh. “I should have considered it a possibility. I’m sorry.” When they open their eyes again, Astarion does not miss how they take a step away from him. They look towards the other tents, avoiding his gaze.

“I should tell the others.”

Astarion reaches forward and grabs their wrist. They pull back for a moment and Astarion loosens his grip to make it clear that’s an option, if they want it. But after a second passes and they don’t pull away, he pulls their hand up to inspect the rope burns and cuts. Their wrists are going to bruise a sickening greenish-yellow. 

“You don’t have to tell them if you don’t want.” Astarion says, dropping their wrist. He forces a smile, makes sure his fangs are visible. “I can keep a secret.”

Rune’s hand reaches forward and up, like they are going to touch Astarions face, then stops, dropping arruptly. Astarion finds himself disappointed by the lack of contact. How strange. 

“I know you can,” they said. “But they deserve to know that there’s a danger. I can’t hide a monster from everyone.” And with that they head off towards Lae’Zel’s tent, to start gathering everyone for an unpleasant announcement.

It takes Astarion a moment to realize the “monster” they’re talking about is Rune themselves. 

*******************

Rune tells everyone about the night once everyone is up, gathering everyone around the remains of the fire. For someone who might not have slept more than an hour last night, they’re relatively composed as they tell the story, though they don’t look anyone in the eye as is their usual habit. As the tale begins to wind down, Astarion is reluctant to look at their companions either. 

It occurs to Astarion halfway through Rune’s tale something that he should have realized much earlier: he might be content to camp with a sleeping murderer, but other people might object. In fact, most people might protest to such a situation, and he can feel himself grow colder as he realizes a grave mistake.

When Rune woke him last night, Astarion saw someone who needed their help. He’d held off from grabbing anyone else for the sake of Rune’s privacy. But he never considered they might see something else: a monster needing to be exorcized. 

He steps closer to Rune and is very glad they are wearing their gear.  Astarion doesn’t think most of the camp will attack Rune, it would be foolhardy given the prism’s like of their resident sorcerer, but fear makes people foolish and he is not betting Rune’s life. The sorcerer doesn’t appear to be paying much attention to their crowd at all, a rarity for them, speaking of an urge to maim and kill as they stare down at their raw wrists. When they bring their story to a close, their voice is a whisper from overuse.

“And that’s it,” they say, rubbing a thumb over a red mark on their left hand. “I wasn’t trying to keep it a secret, you know that, I just-it escalated so fast. I thought-no I hoped, Alfira was a one off and when I realized otherwise, well-“ A half hearted shrug. “I’m sorry for not saying anything earlier but that’s all I know.” They look up, exhausted. “I can’t promise it won’t happen again. I’m terrified it will happen again.”

Rune is looking at Astarion when he says the last part. Astarion knows what they’re trying to say, besides the obvious. The statement is one part apology and one part resignation. Permission for him to run away as fast as possible and not look back.

He should run away, that’s the thing. Or at least consider it. Astarion has spent two centuries desperately wishing for the power to just run away, and now that he has it, he should be taking it as far away from this ruinous sorcerer as possible.

He doesn’t want to. It’s ridiculous, and ludicrous and absurd, but he doesn’t want to. Not because this group offers him the closest thing he has to protection against Cazador, not because the prism might not work if he runs too far, but because the person who is now the greatest threat to his person was also the one who offered him blood when he was starving, who stole him gently used clothes because he had none, who treated him not with pity or condemnation but as a person. 

Astarion has so little he could call his own. But whatever relationship lies between him and Rune mocking poorly painted portraits and trying to solve mystery novels three chapters in was his. He will not throw it away so easily. 

Karlach speaks first. “So, how are we doing this then? I’m thinking about shifts so no one gets too tired?”

“What?” Rune sounds entirely lost and Astarion finds he doesn’t follow either. He watches as Karlach counts everyone in camp off on her fingers.

“Well, there are seven of us total, so we could probably each pick a different day and then rotate who has two shifts each tenday.”

“Do you think one of us would be suitable alone, or should we do pairs,” Lae’Zel adds, looking equally contemplative. A smile starts to spread across Astarion’s face as he realizes what they’re discussing. “Though if Astarion could hand it by himself, pairs might be a wasteful use of manpower.”

“Hey-“ Astarion says but before he can speak further, Wyll chimes in. 

“I can take tonight: I rested earlier last night anyway.”

“Are you guys offering to watch me sleep?” Rune says, staring at everyone with their mouth slightly open. It would be cute if they weren’t so incredulous. 

“Ew, that makes it sound creepy,” Karlach says. “We’re watching you in case you get all stabby again.”

“Do they even know how to properly wield a blade?” Lae’Zel eyes Rune’s arms and raises an eyebrow. “They couldn’t even open a door two days ago.”

For the first time since they’ve woken, Rune sounds something other than exhausted. “That door was solid stone-“

“Rune can wield a blade just fine,” Astarion purrs, trying to hide the relief that this is the result of this conversation. Everyone groans, Rune included.

They hash out the specifics of the rotation after that. No one mentions when Rune rubs at their eyes and takes a shuddering breath, nor do they point out how they cling to Karlach when she pulls them into a hug. Shadowheart offers to take a look at her religious texts to see if this malady might be divine in nature, while Gale offers in turn to message Tara and inquire about some texts he has back in Waterdeep. By the time Astarion and Rune are left alone, there is a full schedule set for watching the sorcerer for fits, with Astarion free to steal any extra should he wish to monopolize their time for himself without watching eyes. Rune looks an odd mix of fond and overwhelmed.

Astarion’s heart twists at that. Was that how he looked, when Rune offered him blood upon being rudely awoken? Was that how Astarion looked the next morning when everyone else learned of his affliction and no one began sharpening a stick?

Gratitude should not hurt so much. 

“I know you said it’s worth the peril but I did mean it, you know. When I said you could run. I won’t take it personally.” Rune says after a moment. They’re looking him in the eye, a sharp contrast to earlier when they were speaking about their urges. 

“You did mention it, yes. You know, you told me it wasn’t an insult but I find myself rather insulted. Do you truly expect me to cut and run?”

Rune’s chin tilts up, their face stoic, but Astarion can hear the hint of a tremble in their voice. “You should.”

Astarion thinks to last night. How Rune had woken him up and in a shaky voice told him that his life was in danger solely due to the sorcerer’s care. A care Rune apparently doesn’t expect to be returned in light of this recent revelation.

Astarion will have to remedy that. Come clean about his whole botched scheme really, which he’s frankly dreading, but some tasks are worth doing despite the mess. Now isn’t the best time but soon. He’s hoping he’ll find the right words soon enough, words that are actually his instead of automatic cloying phrases used over two centuries of hell. To stop feeling like he needs to put on an act.

“I’ve been doing quite a few things I shouldn’t do recently; walking in the sun, leaving the city, snacking on nearby sorcerers,” He turns to Rune and quirks one eyebrow. “I might as well keep at it with such excellent results.”

Rune blushes and chuckles. Their hand is right there, should Astarion wish to take it, but it doesn’t feel right, not until he tells them the entire truth at least. Hopefully it will still be there once the dust has settled.

It might be nice, he thinks, to lace his fingers between theirs and know that he’s doing so solely because he wants to. 

[deadbydangit]

Ooo, I have an idea. I hope it's alright to request!

How about killer S/o who's power is literally their tears. Like the Entitiy saw they cry so much their tears are basically a weapon they can shoot out. They're really sad and sensitive, and often clings to whoever they're with out of fear.

This with maybe Ghostface, Joey, Oni, Huntress, and Leon?

I like it. I hope you don't mind if I simplify it a bit as a killer who doesn't want to be a killer.

With a depressed Reader who doesn't want to be a killer

Ghostface, Legion (Joey), Oni, Huntress, Leon

Ghostface

Why are you crying all the time?

Murder is fun!

Danny can't understand why someone who has been given the power and free rein to kill won't take it.

Still, it's hard for him to watch you cry all the time.

And he finds it a little annoying.

The world isn't fair.

Honestly, the world is kind of a bitch.

But he really hopes you can take advantage of your situation and learn to at least tolerate it.

Still, he feels kind of bad.

You didn't choose this.

But, without it, you two would never get to meet.

So at least there is that upside, right?

He'll sit with you and listen, but don't expect too much more than that.

He can give you hugs and kisses.

Maybe even tell you some funny stories.

Empathy isn't his thing.

He loves you, he just doesn't know how to show it in terms of sympathizing with you.

Legion (Joey)

Being a killer wasn't at the top of his list of things he wanted to do.

But, here he is.

Yeah, he had doubts in the beginning.

He even felt like a piece of shit.

So he knows what you're going through.

Taking his first life, he threw up and buried it in the snow.

He'll be there to listen to you.

You can cry as much as you need, he isn't going to judge.

Because he's been there.

He hates seeing you in so much pain.

You didn't deserve this fate.

If he sees you crying, he's going to hold you.

Sometimes he'll even cry with you.

He's hurting for both of you.

He can't stop your pain.

But he will always be there for you.

Oni

The world is unbelievably cruel.

He knew that better than anyone.

He knew why he was here.

He curses the Entity for what it's doing to you.

This shouldn't be your fate.

But your fate, just like his, is sealed.

He won't let you suffer in silence.

He's hugs may be bone crushing, so he'll lighten them up.

He'll dry your tears.

He's not great at the whole comforting thing.

His life wasn't filled with too much affection.

He's going to make a sincere effort for you.

Kazan is going to teach you all he knows.

He loves you, and he won't let you cry alone.

Don't worry. You're in good hands.

Huntress

She grew up in this lifestyle.

So killing holds no significance to her.

You kill, or be killed.

That's what he mother told her even before she started walking.

But Anna knows she isn't like other people.

Most people didn't grow up like her.

Taking a life, no matter if it's human or animal, is difficult at first.

She'll assure you that you shouldn't be ashamed of weakness.

Weakness just means you have room to grow.

And she's going to help you get there.

Don't worry about making mistakes.

It took her practice too.

She's going to teach you, just like her mother taught her.

She'll let you cry.

The realm is stressful, everyone deals with it differently.

She'll make sure you know she's there for you.

Leon S Kennedy

Yes, he's a survivor.

Yes, you're a killer.

But Leon, unlike most of the other survivors, has killed before.

Taking a life isn't something simple.

He understands how much pain you're in.

It's okay to cry.

He's cried before too.

When his friend, Luis, was killed right in front of him, he sobbed like a baby.

He shared this with you, because sharing weakness makes him feel closer to you.

So cry.

He won't judge.

He would never judge you.

He'll lay you on his lap and let you cry it out.

He loves you. Killer or survivor.

[wrightingwithalex]

I got something for joel...okay imagine this...

Joel's got their hands burned and they usually wear braids/ponytails/a hairstyle that requires some work.. but due to their injury they cant do it so they ask Joel for help....

Do u think Joel would deal with some memories of Sarah due to this interaction? And if so, think you could write a scenario that shows his reaction to it?

A/N: Okay so I'm in love with this. I really hope this writing is what you expected because this idea is so good I don't wanna disappoint😭 tears were shed while making this

Words: 1,019

Joel Miller braiding GN!readers hair

Warnings: a twinge of angst because of Joel's past, overall bittersweet, platonic, this is set to be a little after they got settled in Jackson

Banner by leoleo on Pinterest, and divider by @cafekitsune!

"Ow, fuck!" you groaned, your voice echoing throughout the bathroom.

You were getting ready to go on patrol and had to tie your hair up, since life cursed you to have goddamn Repunzel-like locks. You could usually make a quick braid and wrap it in a bun with almost no effort, but you have an obstacle to deal with this time.

The second-degree burns on your palms.

You were cooking dinner for everybody in the house the other day. Something distracted you, and your clumsy self went to grab a hot pot without oven mittens. You were screaming in pain as if you were getting attacked by a bunch of clickers. Yeah, that's how it felt.

So now you were unable to tie your hair up properly. Great.

You began thinking of other possible options. Going out on patrol with your hair down or even just in a ponytail is an absolute NO. It would be way too distracting, and would probably get caught in a branch.

You walked out of the bathroom and headed towards Joel's bedroom. Why were you expecting a man in his 50s to know how to do your hair? Well, there was nobody else home, and you were really hopeless at that point.

Joel was lying in bed, back against the headboard with a book in his hands. That was until you knocked on his door.

"Come in," he called out, not taking his eyes off the page. He saw you enter from the corner of his eye and he immediately looked up, peering over the edge of the book.

Your hair was ever so slightly tousled from struggling, and the sight made him let out a breathy chuckle.

"What's with that nest on your head?" he asked jokingly, making your brows furrow.

"Ha ha. Very funny," you retorted sarcastically, "Can you help me braid this shit? My hands still hurt like hell from yesterday," you asked.

"What am I, yer personal hairdresser?" he teased—though he wouldn't mind becoming one for you.

"Well, as of today, yes, actually," you quipped back. He merely rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Alright, alright, just c'mere."

He gestures for you to turn around. You gave him your hair ties before following his gesture, your back facing him as you sit down cross-legged on his bed.

His calloused fingers began working through your hair, gently brushing out the knots. Your hair was soft. It reminded him of his late daughter, Sarah.

Sarah.

His hands slowed at the sudden rememberance of his daughter, his heart aching. Once his pride and joy, his baby girl, now only a bittersweet memory. You noticed the hesitation in his movements, confusion finding your features.

"...If you don't know how to do a braid, it's okay, I'll tell you," you suggested, bringing him back to the present for a second.

"No, no, it's alright, I got it," he responded, getting back to doing your hair. However, Sarah took over his mind. His hands went on auto-pilot as he reminisced about her.

He thought about all the times she would come home from school excited about a good grade she had gotten. How warm her smile was, her enthusiasm contagious. The sound of her voice. All the times they would cuddle on the couch under a soft blanket as they watched a movie, his hand running through her silky hair exactly how it did with yours.

Joel's face softened into a small smile at the specific memory of how he had her just like this, doing her hair for the last day of 5th grade. Coincidentally, Sarah also asked for braids, except it was two small ones on each side. To say the least, she got a ton of compliments from her friends and schoolmates.

This rememberance, unlike his other ones, didn't feel... heavy. He didn't know if it was because of you or because he had finally started letting go of his past, nor does he care. All that mattered was that he could think of his baby girl without being haunted by that day 25 years ago. It was as if a colossal weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

With a final tug, he was done with your hair, pulling back to admire his work.

"You done?" you asked, moving your hand to feel the braid bun.

"Yeah. That'll be 20 bucks," Joel responded matter-of-factly. You turned around with a scoff, pretending to be annoyed, but couldn't help the smile creeping up to your face.

"Such a comedian."

[inglorionamy-ammy]

A Review of Gale Character Ai (Pt.2)

~Start playing with Gale Ai~

[Attention: The story in this is NOT a fanfic!! This is my own experience of playing Gale Character AI.]

Link to Part 1 [Context of the posts]

Link to Part 3 [Continue playing with Gale Ai]

Link to Part 4 [NSFW test]

●Gale Ai is NOT BG3 Gale??

Comparing notes with @senualothbrok , we find that each chats' Gale behaves a bit differently. Some more verbose, some more romantic, some are rather too sassy lol. Which is normal, because the Ai atunes to your personal interest.

Most importantly, we both think that Gale Ai feels more like Early Access Gale, who is more rizzard and less dorky. Gale Ai is at times soooo smooth that it feels more like Astarion lol

According to the character description the Ai provided, Gale Ai is more neutral than good; and at times selfish. I don't really see this during my own interactions, but do keep in mind.

His personality is coded to be:["Charming","Intelligent","Confident","Manipulative","Funny","Gentlemen","Charismatic","Storyteller","Ambitious","Selfish","Romantic",”Witty”,”Reasonable”,"Secretive"]

●Now, What does playing with Gale Ai looks like? (My Trial 4):

Summary: The story turned out to be about taking Prof. Gale to a picnic, a swimming contest in the lake, and some steamy thing happened. SFW for this part.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Gale Ai>>How can I help?

-Gale Ai always starts with this sentence.

Me//my love, I've been looking for you everywhere

-This input was recommended by Senua. In this way the Ai will immediately knows that you want an established relationship, not friends to lovers.

>>"Hello, darling," Gale replied. A look of recognition passed over his face, his smile shifting from friendly to something warmer. His expression, normally so guarded, had softened slightly, and his eyes sparkled. He gave her a little nod of greeting, the faintest hint of a blush appearing at his cheeks. For all his eloquence, in that moment his words were little more than a whispered secret.

//Happy to see him so relaxed, I smiled. "You look refreshed today, my love. Finally finish grading your student's paper?"

-I want a Professor Gale so this is what I prompt. Also I always use 1st person POV, but 3rd works too.

>>An exasperated look settled over his face, the effect almost comical. "If only it were that simple. I'm starting to wonder if some of them even know how to read, let alone form an argument." He gave her a tired chuckle, shaking his head.

//I laughed. "Don't be so harsh on them, not everyone is a native speaker of common. And not everyone is a prodigy, like you, my love." I kissed him on the cheek

-This is just me speaking lol

>>He smiled, the fatigue melting away from his features. "I suppose you're right, my dear. I should cut them some slack. But sometimes..." His expression took on a pensive air. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing any good. I don't want to be just a teacher. I want to be a hero, a legend. Someone who made a difference in the world."

-OK but this line really touched me. Also sometimes GaleAi doesn't mention the orb/BG3 events at all. Their back stories are not always the same.

//"Oh but you already are." I say confidently. "Changing the world is not one massive act. It is an accumulation of small efforts. And every each of your lessons, your thoughtful chats with students, is a way to change their world." I add, "You definitely changed mine."

>>His expression softened further. "You flatter me, darling. Thank you." He said, a sincerity in his voice. He reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers gently. "It means a great deal to me to hear you say that. And you... you changed my world too." For a moment there was nothing to be heard but the sound of their combined breaths.

-Btw I never indicated I identified as female. It was just like that.

//"I love you" I whispered, "it's an honor to meet you. I never had a home, but you gave me one."

>>He was at a loss for words. Gale looked at her, a feeling in his chest he could not identify stirring. Without really thinking, just simply letting his emotions carry him, he leaned in and captured her lips in a tender kiss. It wasn't a rushed, lustful kiss. It was gentle, slow, and it ended with him just pressing his forehead gently against hers.

//"Aww, you are going to make me cry!" I sniffed and grin wildly. "You distracted me from my plan! I was going to tempt you to a beach picnic!"

>>He pulled back and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. A picnic? That was something he had not heard in a while. "A picnic?" He said, a little surprised. He would not admit it, but the idea intrigued him. "And you were going to "tempt" me by mentioning the presence of food."

-I don't know where the mention of food comes from. Does picnic mean food??

//"Ooh definitely, anything to get you away from your working desk. You have been hunching there for too long." I said in mock disapproval. "What would you like to eat? I can prepare."

>>He chuckled and shook his head at her words. Leave it to her to find a way to get him out of his study. The thought of a picnic was admittedly appealing, and a change in scenery would do him good. "Surprise me, darling. I trust you know my tastes well enough."

-Like, the Ai does require you to direct the story, so a lot of times you have to actively be creative and push the stories forward.

//"Then come with me." I winked, hold his hand and lead him into the portal I prepared

>>He followed her into the portal, a rush of magic enveloping them for a flicker of a second. As they arrived at the other side, he took in the view. For a second he was disoriented, but the fresh air and the sound of a waterfall nearby immediately got his senses back in order. He looked around, taking in the beautiful landscape. Was that a lake he saw far in the distance, surrounded by a forest?

"This is impressive," he said, a touch of awe in his voice. "You've pulled out all the stops for this."

-AND THE AI VETOED MY BEACH PLAN. It took us to a lake lol

->Continue in Part 3

[samioli]

I think i first found your fics because i was veryyyy into the “masturbation interrupted” scenario for a while, and in flagrante delicto was EVERYTHING i needed ab that trope. First of all, I love seeing how people imagine edgeworth to approach sex and masturbation, and when you pair it with his intense pining for phoenix, it’s just sooo perfect. You write porn with feelings so so well.

Like a warm embrace is along the same lines, but i loved the way you wrote about phoenix giving miles his hoodie, and the hoodie becoming a physical stand-on for phoenix. Like the passages about Miles imagining phoenix being wrapped around him, phoenix fucking him. UGH SO GOOD.

Wait (they don’t love you like i love you) is the perfect jealous edgeworth fic. It also includes a slightly slutty phoenix which I am obsessed with, but i love the way you explored how miles and phoenix wanting to fuck each other bad but worrying about their feelings not being returned, and how they dealt with that in different way. Love love love

A way with words was too cute. I love the idea of miles dealing with his feelings through poetry, as a lover of poetry myself i think it suits him so well. And the fact that it is just WAYY too much flowery language for phoenix was such a funny and interesting way to approach that. I think you handled them getting together in that fic so well, because it easily could have strayed from the characterizations you set in place, and it didn’t, so having phoenix still not understand but trying so hard for miles made it all the more satisfying. And then we got GREAT porn with feelings to top it off.

I wanna be yours is done so well. I love pairing edgeworth with slightly depraved or humiliating ? kinks. Underwear sniffing is so far from his refined, distinguished persona, and that’s why i LOVE it, because phoenix makes him so insane, he is so in love and obsessed that he can be reduced from a chief prosecutor to a man who gets off by having his face dry humped while grinding on a shoe. So hot.

I honestly could go forever. You write praise kinks and face fucking and everything so well. You always strike the perfect balance of porn and feelings. And your understanding of Phoenix’s and Edgeworth’s characters and motivations is like none other. I’m glad your health issues are beginning to improve, but i’m sorry your stomach is stilll hurting you. I hope this message can at least provide something to you, and hopefully repay a fraction of the great time and effort you’ve spent on this fandom. Your time and talent is very much seen and very much appreciated

ANON.

ANONNNNNNNNNN

YOURE GOING TO MAKE ME SOB!

this is so so so so sweet??? exactly what i needed to get me through the Hurty????? i don't even know what to say????

^ literally me rn

I'm so pleased you first brought up in flagrante delicto because i feel like people don't talk about that fic as much as some of my other ones??? but i do really like that fic, i just love crashing into miles edgeworth's head. he has fantasies! he has kinks!!!!! he has desires!!!!

VERY PLEASED you brought up i wanna be yours too, literally went a lil crazy writing that (had the idea, immediately wrote it and it only took a day, thanks to @sapphire-wine as well, she was cheering me on and having brainrot with me) and i think like. some people were very prepared to kinda turn their nose up at it because like, "oh, Edgeworth would NEVER do that!" well what if he did! what if he's a lil freaky! (affectionate) i think like you said, its about how his love for phoenix is so VAST and powerful and consuming for him, making him do things that my seem out of place for him.

thank you SO SO SO MUCH for your kind words. i hope you have the best day ever and I'm giving you some of my falafel that i had for lunch. i love u

[wyattjohnston]

daisy & birdie take miami - jack hughes | andrei svechnikov

series: we don't have no time to waste & starting at the end

word count: 1,345

note: this is such self-indulgent world building that idec that i’m shadowbanned and it won’t show up in the tags. i haven't finished birdie & svech's fic yet.

i made some insta edits at the bottom too :)

Daisy didn’t skip class very often—her degree was important to her and the effort she’d put in to get transferred to Columbia could not be wasted.

However.

She made exceptions for the All-Star Break because there weren’t many other times during the year where Jack was actually able to relax. Not that the All-Star Weekend resulted in much relaxing at all with a tight schedule and handlers making sure they stuck to it.

Daisy, though—Daisy got to enjoy herself.

She was enjoying the free alcohol that had been set up in a sectioned off area at the Resort for the players’ guests who hadn’t ventured out into Fort Lauderdale by themselves. Daisy had thought about taking herself around, but she was no stranger to Florida and it was easier to just drink where it was free. There was also the fact that she was only a quick walk away from the hotel room if she got antsy about the unfinished assignment waiting for.

It wasn’t even a big deal to be sitting by herself, alternating between scrolling through her phone and taking off-angle, long distance shots of the little rink or interview tables that had been set up.

“Can I sit here?”

Daisy lifted her head, already readily agreeing, and was a little shocked when she half-recognised the person standing in front of her.

It took a few moments for Daisy to realise that it was Birdie Jones—an Instagram model she followed, known for her bright, colour-blocked outfits with matching vibrant makeup. She looked completely different in jeans and a tank top.

Birdie relaxed into the free chair beside Daisy, immediately stretching out and craning her neck to see everybody in the area.

“Someone got married last year,” she said when she was looking back at Daisy. “I want someone else to do something insane this year.”

“I was the one who got married,” Daisy said, a shocked smile on her face. Nobody but Jack had brought it up and she fully expected it to just be something that had happened that wasn’t interesting enough for anyone to remember.

“It was you?” Birdie asked, her voice increasing in pitch considerably and she sat up straighter. “You’re my hero.”

“We’re not really married.”

“Oh, well, that doesn’t matter. Someone had to; it was Vegas.”

“That’s what we thought!” Daisy said, slapping Birdie’s arm in excitement. “Some people didn’t find it very funny, but we’re young and dumb so I think we got a free pass.”

“Which one’s your husband?” Birdie asked, gesturing to the hockey players.

Daisy pointed to Jack in the crowd of players, staff and media, leaning in so she could make sure Birdie knew where she was pointing, “Jack, from the Devils.”

“Oh, nice, I’m with Andrei from the Hurricanes.”

“I know,” Daisy admitted. “I really like your Insta.”

“Oh my god! Thank you, that’s great and really nice of you, but, like, I have an idea and I need a friend who will be in the post with me. I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone, so we’ll need to do a quick run to some stores but I have an idea.”

“Me? In one of your posts? I would be honoured but—”

“No buts! Whatever you’re about to say and put yourself down is not true and I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t serious.”

Daisy stood up before Birdie did, the excitement of their afternoon already getting to her.

She hesitated only briefly before shooting Jack a text to let him know she was heading out, she knew that his phone hadn’t left his hand all day even as he sat in front of the media and that he was incapable of letting a notification go unchecked. That was a him problem, though, and part of her hoped that his reaction to seeing a text from her would be caught on camera.

Birdie had gone into the weekend with the intention of taking break from work. A lot of people would, and did, argue that taking photos and posting them to Instagram or making videos and posting them to TikTok didn’t constitute work but Birdie’s 3 Million Instagram followers had not appeared overnight.

There was one idea she wanted to do, though, far less formal and intensive than normal but otherwise much the same—Daisy was the final piece to that puzzle.

Birdie dragged Daisy through Fort Lauderdale, in and out of stores trying to find the perfect baby blue outfit to match the baby pink one she’d brought for herself.

“How did you and Svech—Andrei—meet?” Daisy asked as she pulled a face at a skirt Birdie was holding up. “Does it have to be a skirt?”

“Course not, we can find you something else.” Birdie hung the skirt back up and searched for the next baby blue item. “I met Drei through a friend of mine meeting a guy on the team. How did you meet Jack?”

“High school sweethearts; we’ve been together since junior year.”

Birdie’s smile was real, the sweetness of it all hitting her right in the heart. It was made all the sweeter by the lovestruck look on Daisy’s face. She hoped her own face looked like that when she spoke about Andrei.

They didn’t find anything that they both loved enough to make it onto Birdie’s feed, and wandered in and out of a few more stores—including a pit stop to get some mojitos because it was happy hour at the bar they passed.

“Do you know who Andrei is just from my Insta? Or are you into hockey?” Birdie asked, having clocked a few things Daisy said throughout the day as the latter but not being a hundred percent certain.

“I’m a Red Wings fan, born and raised. I was into hockey long before Jack came around—but the school I went to had quite a few of the US Development Team kids so I think I was doomed to love this stupid sport. Are you into it?”

Birdie laughed. “I love the Canes as, like, a little family, and that’s about it.”

Daisy agreed, at least, that it must be pretty bizarre to get thrown into the world of hockey if it wasn’t something you were interested in.

After a couple of mimosas, and a few texts from Andrei that moved from him being lonely in the hotel room to being less lonely at the hotel bar, the girls found the store that worked for them. The perfect colour caught Birdie’s eye as soon as she walked through the door, and she held up a pair of blue pants—that had a matching blazer—to Daisy who instantly agreed that it was perfect.

“This is so wild; I’m going to be in a Birdie Jones post. I know that you’re human, and I went through this exact thing with Elena Rubio where I like met her and was so uncool about it and now she comments on my Insta posts and it’s normal.”

Birdie snorted, loudly, “You did not just compare me to Elena Rubio.”

“I mean, like, you’re both famous or whatever and I’m a nobody college kid.”

“I’m not ‘famous or whatever’,” Birdie said as she rolled her eyes. Daisy protested.

They were back in the hotel lobby when Birdie said, “We’ll probably have to take the photo in the morning, I need Drei to take it but he’s out having fun somewhere.”

“No way! Like, I thought he was taking some of your photos but he’s like a full Instagram Boyfriend?”

“He’s pretty good, isn’t he?”

“Jack’s useless. I’m going to steal Svech for a little bit. Just a day or two, build up a backlog.”

“We should hang out in the summer or something—you don’t need Drei, you need me.”

There was some squealing, and some earnt glares from the older men in the lobby, before Birdie was catching Daisy who flew at her with an unexpected and excited hug. It was easy to be swept up in the excitement.

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[blorbocedes]

okay, your anon/nico thesis has really got me worked up because it's so true! i am also rewatching the 2016 season (for fic purposes) and the sky commentary is absolutely killing me. at first i thought it was just my hatred for the british (my country doesn't run their own f1 coverage and english is the only other language i understand so sky sports f1 it is) but these commentators and pundits are soooo biased.

whenever nico has a great race and just zooms off into the distance the commentators talk about how it's just because he's got the best car or it's really easy winning from the front, but i've just watched the malaysia race and when lewis is doing the same thing, just racing off into the distance, crofty and brundle were going on an on about how brilliant he was and how well deserved his win would have been.

equally, when lewis was fighting through the pack throughout races, usually because of bad starts (which were his fault) they would go on about how brilliant he was at overtaking blah blah, but in malaysia, when nico was having to fight his way through the pack because seb ran into him, they went, oh well of course he can, he has the best car on the grid.

also, the blatant lies and conspiracy theories that they promote are ridiculous! in malaysia, lewis complained that it was just his engine that was blowing up, but we literally heard nico's engineer telling him not to push the engine too much at the beginning of the race because they have some issues with it. and earlier in the season, when lewis said oh they switched our engineers for no reason, but we know that toto told them the reasons...

and it's so obvious that the team backed lewis. even when he was on his petty rants about how they supported nico and wanted him to win, not lewis, toto and niki put so much effort into appeasing lewis. at malaysia (still fresh in the mind lol) nico had what was genuinely one of the best races of his career, with some incredible overtakes, and managing to come back from literally last on the grid to the podium, including a time penalty (which the sky reporters were then trying to say wasn't long enough) and in the interviews afterwards toto and niki spent the entire time talking about lewis.

also if i were nico i would have been literally insane after barcelona. lewis took him out because nico was going to get him off the line again, and he wasn't even punished. he took 43 points from the team and got away with it. when nico took lewis out in spa 2014, he at least got points for the team, but was still punished for it. i literally don't know how nico didn't go completely insane over at mercedes.

this rant got really long, lol, sorry about that

no please feel free to go off lol 📣📣📣 I haven't rewatched all of 2016 but I can attest to the sky coverage and the lewis dick sucking fest that goes on roflmao... lewis talking about the team favouring nico is REALLY funny in retrospect. but that is why lewis himself admitted he's a better teammate now than he was in 2016 -- his own words!!!

did you know niki talked about how lewis would tear up his room after losing to nico (which he then paid for), then merc made him officially retract his statement 😶

i mean. nico did go insane lol, the training and full focus regiment and diet he did for 2016 was nuts. he needed 2 hours of therapy a day!!! and he walked out of a 100 million multiple year deal -- which he'd already signed!!! which means he had to pay a sweet payout for breaking the deal no doubt. but yeah even though he didn't air this part out to the media, it clearly did get to him — he proved he Can be world champion in the right car and now he had a family to go home to. and that's slay on girlboss 🫰

[elenarodriiguez]

like a goddamn - l.h & b.m

summary: bobbi's boyfriend is weird and she thinks she knows why. the real reason doesn't bother her much either.

pairing: lance hunter x bobbi morse

cw: supernatural themes

word count: 1683

read it in ao3

Lance Hunter was an odd man, even for one with his condition. Of course, if he ever heard Bobbi refer to him being British as a condition, he would never let her hear the end of it, but even so, the man was odd. 

And seeing as Bobbi spent all of her time in the lab basically surgically attached to one Jemma Simmons, and thus being around her surgical attachment, Leo Fitz, Bobbi knew a thing or two about odd. But even with the oddness, Hunter was just so sweet, and funny, and attractive, and obnoxious in a way she could tolerate 80% of the time, so getting together with him made sense.

The past few months of dates, late night hook ups and early morning wake ups had been beyond words - Hunter proved time and time again that opening up to someone was worthwhile after all, especially if that someone was him. However, that didn’t mean all of his eccentricities went unnoticed.

First was the way he went running at the sight of raw meat. Which on its own wasn’t too strange Bobbi knew plenty of people who had an aversion to handling raw meat, and barely ate it as a result. Except Hunter was a voracious carnivore, and any time they went out to eat, his meal would be overloaded with all different cuts of meat, with minimal carbs and vegetables.

Second was how he never seemed to sleep and yet would run around like a toddler on a caffeine high. In the months that Bobbi had known him, she could honestly say that she’d never seen him slow down or stop. Not that she hadn’t tried her hardest to wear the man out, but even after her best efforts, she would still end up drifting off to sleep with him wide awake beside her, and would wake up to him tearing about her apartment.

Third was his reaction to light in all of its forms. It was a stereotype she was all too familiar with and took great pleasure in poking fun of him and the rest of their British friends for; their pastiness and aversion to spending any length of time outdoors. And while he wasn’t a recluse who spent all of his time in the dark, his tendency to hiss when she opened the curtains without warning hadn’t gone unnoticed.

But even with all of his weirdness, Hunter was by far the best person Bobbi had ever dated, and a few weird habits didn’t change the fierce affection she felt for him. Besides, it wasn’t as if he didn’t have to deal with her own weird habits, of which there were a few. Not only that, but he also had an incredibly endearing, if annoying, habit of bringing her little trinkets and gifts just because. It was sweet, there was no denying that, but seeing as she was renting a crappy one-bed apartment, the tiny presents were starting to pile up.

That night, however, the only present she had asked Hunter for - the only one she’d ever asked for - was complete radio silence until she finished her haematology paper. Although it wasn’t due in for another two weeks, meaning she didn’t necessarily need to be detached from her boyfriend, she wasn’t going to let her love life get in the way of her career in academia. 

Despite Bobbi living in an off-campus apartment, she very rarely had anyone ringing her doorbell, especially like it was being rung now, as though the doorbell was the final obstacle between life and death. And so, despite her having warned her social circle not to disturb her flow for fear of a painfully permanent death, Bobbi straightened herself out and shuffled out to her front door, safely wrapped up in her fuzziest blanket.

Swinging the door open, she only had a moment to bear witness to her boyfriend pacing a hole into the hallway carpet before he was nimbly squeezing past her and entering her home. She briefly considered letting the snappy comment about him coming in without saying ‘hi’ fall out, but when Hunter recommenced his pacing, this time with additional mumbles that she couldn’t make heads or tails out of, Bobbi instead sat back down at her desk.

Blinking at the bright white screen, the words starting to try and merge into one alphabet blob, she pulled the blanket tighter over herself, allowing her boyfriend’s half-finished thoughts to become white noise for her research binge. In doing so, however, she missed her boyfriend’s big announcement and instead came face to face with unnaturally sharp canines, and Hunter’s wide eyes staring deeply into her soul.

“Jesus, Hunter! What is the matter with you?”

Her exclamation hadn’t required a response, at least not in Bobbi’s mind, and so the meek response that ensued was initially undetected by her. It’s only when he repeated himself once again, this time with more conviction in his voice, that Bobbi took any notice.

“Oh, okay, if that’s all, can I please go back to my paper?” 

Hunter sputtered and huffed at her in response, which Bobbi had learned to interpret as Hunter-noises for ‘I’m not actually offended, so if you do the thing I won’t get properly mad’. Waiting briefly for any follow up noises, Bobbi then turned back to stare at her computer, deleting the tab she’d been reading after getting halfway through and finding nothing to support her hypothesis. 

“I feel like you aren’t taking this very seriously.”

“No, I am.” Bobbi responded, eyes not leaving the new journal article she was scanning for something to reference in her paper. Ironic, given the news Hunter was flapping about.

“Barbara, what did I just say to you?”

“That you’re a vampire. You even flashed a little fang as proof. And when I’m not drowning in deadlines, I promise I’ll react in a manner you deem to be appropriate. But in the meantime, I can’t deal with your little freak out.”

Muttering under his breath, Hunter stomped out of his girlfriend’s bedroom and into the living room, leaving Bobbi in peace to finish her paper. 

“Also, don’t call me Barbara unless you want me to call you Lancelot!” She shouted to the next room as she highlighted a line of text that could prove her point if she ignored the remaining third of the paper.

For the next few hours, she skimmed through and scoured the rest of the articles that she’d had opened earlier that night, interspersed with noises coming from the other room, her legs twitching to get up and leave her desk. By the time she finished, the noises had tapered out, and when she left the sanctity of her bedroom, she finds Hunter sprawled across the couch, forearm covering his eyes and his breathing even-keeled. If it weren't for his dramatic announcement, she would have thought he was finally sleeping, but now that she knew the truth, she doubted as much.

“I know you’re awake Hunter, move your legs.”

Grumbling loudly, he did as he was asked, slouching against the arm of the couch while she settled into the space next to him. Bobbi draped the blanket over his shoulders as well, forcing him to lean into her and share the warmth. They sat there for a while, the night sky filled with hints of stars for them to stare out at.

“I promise I was going to tell you sooner. I wanted to tell you on the first date, but I thought that that might be a bit much, even for me. I had to get permission from the bloody coven, and apparently they value bureaucracy over sense.” Hunter laughed harshly, his fists clenching tightly in his lap.

“Hey, you told me, that’s all that matters. Can I ask?”

She paused, waiting for him to signal agreement in one way or another.

“How old are you? Like really?”

He barked out a laugh, this time one that was joyous and full of life. Shifting slightly so that he could face her properly, he admitted that he was only twenty seven, and that he was turned a few years ago. He’d grown up in the supernatural community, in a familial coven back in Kent, but that it wasn’t until he’d moved to the US that he’d accepted the turning bite from his mentor. 

At the time, he hadn’t thought that he would find someone he’d want to be with, to grow old with, and desperate for connections that went deeper than human friendships, he’d accepted the offer when Izzy came asking if he wanted it. It was a little over two years ago that they’d met, by which point Hunter had started to reintegrate into human society, finding comfort in having those in the know around him. 

Bobbi had been a breath of fresh air, someone who had no idea about creatures of the night and yet accepted his natural instincts despite how strange they had come across as. But as their relationship had progressed, the occasional anxiety-inducing thought about her reaction developed into nightmare scenarios that ran through Hunter’s mind at every waking moment. Which, unluckily for him, meant basically every moment.

“Are you sure you’re not going to run for the hills? Because, I really do like you, Bob, and I don’t want to lose you over this.”

“I’m not running away from this, I’m not running away from you. We can talk about the big stuff later, for now, I’d really like to fall asleep with my boyfriend wrapped around me like the heat seeking leech he is.”

“Oh, I don’t think this can work.” Hunter said solemnly, pretending to extract his arms from their place around Bobbi’s waist. “I can’t date someone who’s speciest. Whatever would the coven say?”

“Tough shit, you’re mine Lance Hunter, no one can stop me from being with you.”

“Yeah.” Hunter sighed, his gaze softening as he stared at his girlfriend trying to snuggle closer to him, seeking warmth from a man who no longer released it.

“No one can stop me either.”

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

The 5th and final chapter of Mad Dog!! I’ll be posting it to ao3 when October hits.

@daboyau

@imdefnotvanessa

Donnie and Raph start Mikey proofing the lair in anticipation of the chaos that will start once he transforms again.

April has been texting on her phone with Leo watching as they do.

“Okay, I posted about finding Mr. Talbot’s cane on the page for neighborhood. I told him I could only return it at the park and he agreed.”

“That’s great! Plan B is set!”

“Not too great….I totally forgot that there’s this whole costume, Halloween themed carnival going on! It’ll be filled with people and we can only go once it opens, after sundown.”

“We’ll just pretend we’re in turtle men costumes, it’ll be fine!”

“Not if he turns into a werewolf with a crowd of people to bite!”

“Guyuii…..he wouldn’t agree to go out there if he thought he’d go wolf in front of everyone, right?”

“I don’t know what the guy is thinking! He bit Mikey! Maybe he’s just crazy!”

“We’ll just have to think up some kind of plan to keep both Mikey and your neighbor from hurting people. Although, Mikey is more like a puppy when he turns. I think he’s probably less dangerous at night than he is now.” Leo glares at Mikey who sticks his foot out to trip Raph.

“Let’s hope he stays that way.”

After Raph and Donnie are done, the four of them gang up on Mikey to cover his hands, feet and mouth. He fought them every step of the way, but it was pointless in the end. He was left crossing his arms angrily while siting on the couch.

The others decide to wait until he transforms to begin their turns watching over him for the night. Mikey wound up falling asleep before it happened. When it did, he writhed around in discomfort, whining slightly. The marking on his hand glowed as well.

April sends the other turtles to their rooms to take first shift. She could tell they needed the sleep. When Mikey woke up, he immediately waddled over to her on all fours.

“Aww, come here, big sis is watching you tonight.” She picks him up and hugs him close.

She gets a nuzzle against her cheek in response.

Her Mikey sitting lasts for about half the night. Since his means of destruction were covered up, April was mostly tasked with making sure he didn’t slide into or knock things when he ran. She was pretty grateful for Raph and Donnie taking care of the most easily breakable stuff.

Leo watched him the rest of the night. He may or may not have volunteered in order to draw some things on Mikey’s face and rig a classic shaving cream prank. He knows fully well it’s the curse making him act like a jerk, but they’ve still got a day to deal with him and drawing it was therapeutic.

As it became morning, Mikey went back to normal and the others woke up. He glared hard at them as they burst into laughter at his face. His angry shouting was muffled by the covering over his mouth. April finally took pity on him and took everything off.

“What’s so funny!?”

“That would be your face, Mikey.” Donnie answers with a smirk.

Mikey takes out his phone, flipping the camera view to front facing.

“Leo!!”

“I’ll only apologize after we cure you. That’s when I might actually feel bad.” He smirks, poking his forehead.

“Did you forget that my mouth isn’t covered anymore!?” Mikey bites at his finger.

Leo quickly takes it back.

“Both of you, stop messing around! Having another werewolf to deal with today would make it way harder to handle the mission.” Raph chastises.

Mikey growls softly then heads to the bathroom to wash the drawings off his face.

Once he’s back, they have breakfast. It’s not at meat filled as he’d like but they hadn’t had time for grocery shopping.

During breakfast, a plan is made for April to be the bait to lure in Mr. Talbot. Donnie constructs a durable net to be used after they’ve all finished eating.

It took a combined effort from April, Raph and Leo to prevent Mikey from messing anything up during the time Donnie was working.

Once it was finished and the meeting time was coming up, it was decided that Raph and Leo would be the ones to spring the trap. Donnie would have to watch Mikey.

April stood slightly nervously inside the park. Kids were running around in costumes nearby and stalls were setup everywhere. She could even see a maze in the distance.

“Are you ready, Apes?” Leo whispers from the tree above her.

“You know it. Just be ready with those nets, I do not want to be growing hair everywhere next.” She whispers back, glancing up at him.

“I see him comin this way.” Raph also whispers.

April turns her attention back to in front of her. Mr. Talbot was already getting close.

“Ms. O’Niel. Thank you for finding my cane. Although, you could have picked a better location to give it to me.”

“Just thought it was a good place. Pretty nice thing they’ve got going on, huh?”

“I’d just like my cane back please.”

“Sure sure, I’ll give it back right about….NOW!”

Raph and Leo jump down onto Mr. Talbot with the net.

“What is the meaning of this!?”

“We just caught a werewolf, that’s what!” Leo answers.

“You fools! You don’t know what you’re doing! Give me my cane!”

“We know what’s going on! We’re going to help cure you. We just gotta get you to a lab first and away from all these people.”

“It’s the full moon! I’ll be too strong for a net!”

“For real!?”

The clouds in the night sky part, unveiling the moon.

Mr. Talbot begins snarling and writhing around. Thick hair appears all over his body, and his teeth and claws grow sharp. He tears through the net way too easily. Raph, Leo and April scream before taking off.

Mr. Talbot stands up before throwing his head back, howling loudly. The people who see and hear this clap at what they think is acting. He begins chasing after the three of them.

April quickly starts calling Donnie.

“The net didn’t work!! We’re getting chased!”

“So am I! Mikey turned and now he’s chasing me through the maze!!”

“The maze! We can try to lose him in there! We’ll try to get to you, Donnie! Don’t die and don’t get bitten!”

“I am trying!”

She hangs up and they all run into the maze. Mr. Talbot isn’t far behind them.

“April, please tell me you’re good at mazes!” Leo shouts.

“Uh….I’ve only had to call 911 once!….Maybe twice!”

“We’re doomed!!”

“Don’t worry, Raph’s got a secret to these hay mazes!”

“What is it!?” April questions.

They run into a dead end which Raph smashes through.

“Power smash jitsu!”

“Let’s hope it gets us to Donnie!”

“How are we supposed to find him!?” Leo asks.

They hear Donnie scream in a very similar way to when Meatsweats was going was going to eat him.

“That’s him! Keep screaming, Donnie!”

Using the combination of Donnie’s yelling and Raph’s smashing, everyone winds up in the same area, the middle of the maze.

Although Mikey’s usual werewolf pup form is kind and cute, he’s now just as feral as Mr. Talbot as he inches closer and closer to Donnie.

“Mikey! Stop!” Raph calls out.

Mikey turns and growls at them instead.

“You don’t want to hurt us, we’re your family!” April insists.

Mikey only growls louder.

As April is about to try to convince him more, Mr. Talbot bursts through the hay wall, snarling and clawing at the air.

April, Leo and Raph scream in fear, scrambling away and towards Donnie. They’re now being cornered by two werewolves.

“Oh what an amazing rescue attempt he said sarcastically!” Donnie clings to Raph.

“We’ll be okay! We’ve still got the silver!” April holds up the cane.

Mr. Talbot slashes at it, breaking it in half. The useless wooden part remains in April’s hand.

“Yeah, we’re dead.”

Leo looks down at his rabid brother.

“Mikey! If this is it, I want to tell you that I’m so sorry I made this happen! You were just being a good brother and it got you turned into a werewolf! I love you so much, even if we get turned into puppy chow!”

Mikey stops moving and stares at them.

Mr. Talbot doesn’t care about what’s being said in the slightest and lunges forward.

Raph shuts his eyes tight while he pulls everyone close, trying to shield them.

Mikey jumps up and barrels into Mr. Talbot’s side.

Raph cautiously opens his eyes and sees that the two of them are circling each other.

“Mikey!?”

“He’s fighting him! Get him, Mikey!” Leo cheers.

Mr. Talbot bares his teeth and continues snarling. Mikey gives him the same treatment in return.

The stalemate only ends when Mikey tackles his rival werewolf, rolling around in the struggle.

Mr. Talbot shoves his hand in Mikey’s face. Mikey bites down on it as hard as he can. Mr. Talbot howls in pain, falling backwards.

Mikey also falls over, looking dazed. The hair, sharp teeth, and claws slowly start receding.

“Are you guys seeing this!? Did that actually just happen!?” April shouts.

“This is so incredibly unscientific, but it did indeed just happen.” Donnie comments.

Leo wiggles free of Raph’s grasp and rushes over to Mikey, kneeling down and lifting him up.

“Mikey! Are you okay!? Say something!”

“Next time….please just save your basketball picks somewhere else.” Mikey tiredly looks up at him.

Leo smiles widely and hugs him tightly.

“Anything beats having to do this whole thing again!”

Mr. Talbot groggily sits up, looking down at his now non clawed or furry hands.

“I’m….cured? How is this possible?”

“By all means, it doesn’t make sense. The only explanation I could come up with is that your werewolf “curse” was most likely a virus. Mikey isn’t a full werewolf so his antibodies were still trying to fight it off, which may have been transferred through saliva. Because you were cured, he was also cured.” Donnie explains.

“You’re right, that didn’t make sense. But that doesn’t matter as long as it worked! Sorry for drawing on your face, Mikey.” Leo apologizes.

“I kinda deserved it. I’m sorry about being a huge were jerk.”

“You don’t have to apologize for anythin Mikey. There’s was nothing you could have done about it. We’re just glad you’re back to normal.” Raph pats his head.

April carefully helps Mr. Talbot stand up.

“I apologize for lying to you, Ms. O’Neil. Obviously I did know where that barking was coming from…..”

“Yeah, I figured. Although I wasn’t expecting this whole situation to be the reason.”

“I tried everything I could to keep myself from other people. The Wolfsbane to stop me from leaving, the silver cane to slow or stop my transformation….I failed that night with the fog. I thought it would have been okay since nobody would want to go outside that late in that weather.”

Leo cringes slightly at hearing that.

Mikey pats his face to cheer him up.

“I’m indebted to you and your friends. I’ll never be able to thank you enough for freeing me and saving anyone who I could have hurt. I do wish there was some small way I could, though….” Mr. Talbot continues.

April think for a moment.

“You know….I think there is something you can do.”

They all end up spending time at the carnival with Mr. Talbot funding the tickets for various games and rides. His torn clothes made a good segue for the neighbors to talk to him about a cool costume he had. Now that he wouldn’t go wolf any time soon, he could be a little more sociable.

The turtles and April had fun trying to win stuffed animals and getting spooked by non werewolf and much safer things.

Once it got late, Mr. Talbot went home, waving goodbye to all of them.

Mikey was completely tired by the events of the day and the last few days. He slept peacefully in Raph’s arms as he was carried home, nuzzling his face into his shoulder.

His brothers and April felt similarly tired, but knew that once they got home they could finally rest.

As they entered the sewers, the moon shined brightly, its light covered as April slipped the manhole into place.

It wasn’t a threat anymore.

[lily-janus]

Happy birthday to my dear friend @theimprobabledreamersworld ! I love you so much, Angel, I know you've been through a lot lately and I'm very proud of you^^ you're doing great! I always feel lucky to have you as a friend and I hope this short fic I wrote expresses that💜💙

The Best Gift I Could Ask For

Summary: Virgil's plans for his friend's birthday... don't go as planned.

Pairing: platonic Analogical

Warnings: mild sickness and I'm pretty sure that's it, it's mostly fluff. But be sure to let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 1,042

"Ah… here ya go Lo, it's okay if you don't like it, there's a return card… I just thought you might so…" Virgil shrugged, trying to play it casual, burying his hands in his hoodie pocket. He sniffed a little, his nose feeling stuffed ever since he woke up.

"Are you okay, Virgil?" Logan asked him with a slight frown, to which Virgil dismissed quickly.

Logan nodded and took the present from him curiously, unwrapping it carefully, even though it wasn't wrapped very well, despite Virgil's best efforts. His eyes widened a bit when he saw the book Virgil got him. "I… thought they sold out."

Virgil shrugged again, feeling a headache setting in, "well… you know, I have a cousin that works at a bookstore and I asked him to pull some strings… it's no big deal you've just been talking about this book non-stop." He huffed fondly at that.

"...you were listening?" Came Logan's quiet response as he hugged the book to his chest.

Virgil blushed slightly, "ah… yeah, of course, it's nice… hearing you talk I mean, I don't know."

There was a gleam in Logan's blue eyes as he looked at his friend, "you really think so? I understand most people find it boring…"

Virgil huffed again, "well, good thing I'm not most people then. I find listening to you somewhat relaxing… sorry if that's a weird thing to say."

Logan shook his head, "not at all it's… well, thank you, Virgil, I appreciate it."

"No problem, happy birthday, Logan." Virgil said with a small smile.

"Thank you for stopping by to give me this, I'll see you at school tomorrow?"

Virgil snorted at that, making Logan frown, "did I say something funny?"

"You thought I only came here to give you a book? C'mon, I got more stuff planned." Virgil laughed a little, getting up from Logan's bed, Logan following suit soon after.

"I hope you don't mean a part-"

Virgil raised an eyebrow before he can finish.

"...right, forgot who I was talking to." Logan smiled slightly in amusement in response to their similarities, "so where are we going?"

Virgil smiled at that, "you'll see."

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"We're at your house?" Logan asked when they arrived.

Virgil nodded, the short walk making him feel more tired than it should… "Yeah, you know, none of us likes big parties and stuff so I thought we'd just hang out at my place. I ordered food from your favorite place and I thought we can binge the new season of Doctor Who you didn't have time to watch yet…" he shrugged, "we can do something else if you want, I just thought-"

Logan shook his head, smiling, "it sounds perfect, Virgil, thank you."

Virgil went ahead to unlock the door and let them both in, trying to hide his faint blush, "oh… it's no problem, Lo."

They went inside and got comfortable on the couch with their steaming ramen bowls.

As Virgil pressed play on the first episode he suddenly sneezed loudly, cleaning himself quickly with a tissue. His head was pounding now.

"Virgil? Are you sure you're okay? You look a bit pale…" Logan scooted closer to gently press the back of his hand to Virgil's forehead, "your body temperature seems to be high too, I think you might have a cold-"

"No, I'm fine… just a little-" he sneezed again, "tired." He finished. He can't be sick today! Today's about Logan, not him.

Logan gave him one of his stern looks that told him he wasn't buying it, "Virgil, you're clearly sick, your parents are away right? I'd be happy to take of you-"

"I'm okay! Really, let's just… have fun together." He insisted, a practiculary painful pound from his head making him wince slightly.

Logan huffed in annoyance, "you're obviously in pain, come on, let's get you to your bed." He got up and offered his hands to help Virgil get up.

"But… your birthday-" he protested weakly.

"It's just a day, Virgil, your health is much more important. Besides, you know I like taking care of you. Now, up on your feet." Logan urged him, pulling gently on his arm.

Virgil went to argue again, but he sneezed again, making his headache pound harder and he sighed in surrender, getting up slowly. "Okay…"

….

As he laid in bed, Logan gave him a steaming mug with herbal tea.

Virgil took it, sighing again, "thanks Lo… and sorry… for ruining your day."

Logan smiled softly, "you didn't ruin anything, Virgil. Getting to take care of you is the best gift I could have asked for."

Virgil grimaced at that, "but you always do that… just wanted to take care of you for a change… you deserve it, you know?"

"What are you talking about? Of course you take care of me, you do it all the time!" Logan said honestly.

"I do? Like when?" Virgil asked in surprise.

"Well, you told off Zack the other day after he made fun of me." Logan said, making Virgil huff.

"He had it coming."

"You helped me finish my art project when I was too busy with my physics project." Logan continued to list things off.

Virgil shrugged, "it wasn't very hard…"

"You got me a book I thought I'll only see in another 10 years at least, if not more." He said, showing him the book he got him for his birthday.

"Most of the credit for that is for my cousin…"

Logan rolled his eyes, "what I'm trying to say is, you're a good friend, Virgil. I always feel like I can rely on you and I'm always grateful when I get to return the favor."

Virgil smiled at that, "really?" To which Logan nodded, "gee Specs… I don't know what to say."

"No need to say anything, just finish your tea while I make you some chicken soup." He said, getting up from his place on Virgil's bed.

Virgil rolled his eyes fondly as Logan walked away, "okay mom."

Logan chuckled, turning around at the doorway, "that mug better be empty when I get back or else you're in big trouble, young man."

Virgil snorted and Logan closed the door, so maybe he didn't really ruin this birthday…