#did she just pick their ship name.... and That being it???

[beloveds-embrace]

YOU GET MEEEE LIKE YES THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I HAD JN MIND FOR MAIL ORDER KONIG TOO 😩😩 and the dialogue was too good not to add, so thank you sm ☕️ anon!! <33

Reader x mail-order soldier könig

You weren’t proud of the choices that led to this.

In your defense, when your unhinged, narcissistic ex-fiancé decided to take “I can do better” as a personal threat and “leave me alone” as a flirtation, your options shrank quickly. Police were useless, restraining orders were suggestions, and the panic room catalog had a three-month shipping delay you really couldn’t afford at the moment.

So you did what any desperate, slightly unhinged person with Wi-Fi and a bottle of wine would do at 2AM: you shopped online.

Not for a therapist- you didn’t like being robbed more than once per month- and not for new locks, and not even for a machete and a training montage or karate lessons.

You shopped for a bodyguard. And not just any bodyguard- mail-order, military-grade, possibly-black-ops (you didn’t know exactly what that meant, but you knew black belts were the strongest in karate so it probably applied here too) bodyguard. Because you weren’t looking for subtle; yoh were looking for make him cry and question his choices.

The site was slick, you could admit. Black and red and sleek fonts, the kind of design that screamed we definitely waterboard people but make it ✨fashion✨. The site also billed itself as Elite Protection Services: Discreet, Deadly, Dependable. It might as well have been Bodyguards R Us. You scrolled past the profiles like you were picking out a toaster.

“Ex-Interpol, trained in Systema, bilingual in seven languages.”

Nope. Too smug-looking. Kinda reminded you of Johnny Bravo but without the appeal.

“Specializes in anti-stalking protocols. Former MMA champion.”

Too pretty. Psycho ex would take that as a challenge.

You scrolled past endless profiles: more ex-SEALs, ex-spies, people who listed training styles like they were personality traits. Everyone looked like they were auditioning for a movie about stopping nuclear threats with emotional damage and well-fitted tactical pants.

Until you found him.

KÖNIG.

That was it; no last name, no smiling profile pic. Just one blurry photo that looked like it was taken from a security feed during the purge. A massive man mid-stride, face obscured by a tattered executioner’s hood (does he like cosplay?), one arm casually holding what was either a high-powered sniper rifle or a small medieval ballista. Just the quiet threat of do not attempt to engage unless you are fireproof and have no dreams… and hopefully have a will.

His bio was just as minimal as his name, but thankfully not bolded and capitalized like he was the living version You-Know-Who: Former special forces. Classified background. Urban combat. High-threat asset protection. Temperament: Reserved. Languages: German, English. Hobbies: [Redacted]

And honestly? He was perfect.

You hit “Hire” with all the solemnity of pulling a lever on a guillotine.

The meeting, then, was scheduled at a “neutral location” (aka: a converted warehouse that probably used to be a meth lab but now boasted folding chairs and bulletproof windows and claimed to be state-of-the-arts just). You were told to wear neutral colors and avoid sudden movements like he was a military contractor-slash-deer.

He was lucky you didn’t have a driving license or car yet.

The facilitator, woman named Claire who radiated HR department energy and quiet terror, greeted you with a nervous clipboard smile.

“Please remain calm during the introduction process,” she said, like she expected you to run. Like he was a bull and she forgot to tell you not to wear red even though you were very sure bulls didn’t actually get bothered by the color. “Sometimes clients are… startled.”

You waved her off; you were not going to be startled. You were in charge. You were the employer. You were cool and rational. You were the man-

And then the door opened, and he walked in.

It wasn’t so much a walk as a tectonic shift, honestly. The lights dimmed- or maybe your brain flickered like a dying flashlight trying to process the sheer volume of the man now in the room with you because the damn profile and profile pictures absolutely did him no justice at all.

Easily built like a walking mini-cathedral, every step he took echoed with the weight of someone who didn’t walk so much as advance steadily like a cursed forest creature with war crimes on his résumé.

The hood was real, by the way. Not a vibe, not a metaphor, not a cosplay prop. A literal ragged executioner’s hood, like someone had looted a plague doctor’s wardrobe and decided to lean in (actually… were those shirt sleeves-)

Anyways, he said nothing, and so you stared with your mouth half-open and your neck craned and your buffering. There was a pause, the kind of silence that usually precedes a boss fight or a marriage proposal but without the music for both, and you weren’t sure which direction this was going to go.

Claire cleared her throat with the delicacy of someone trying not to disturb a sleeping lion.

“Well, if you’re not feeling a connection, we can always-“

“Don’t you dare.”

It came out louder than intended and far more desperate than you’s ever hoped anyone would hear you. You pointed at König like someone calling dibs on a rare Pokémon, and almost gave yourself a whiplash from how quickly you turned your head to glare at her.

“He’s perfect. Get your own!”

Claire blinked and König didn’t move. But you could feel him blinking behind the hood, probably wondering what, exactly, he had just been spiritually adopted into.

There was another pause.

König tilted his head, then slight nod that was just enough to suggest acknowledgment… or possibly pity. You’d need to peer into his eyes and make him do different expressions so you’d understand what he was thinking behind that hood, because you weren’t sure if his nod meant I accept this job, please never yell again, or you are an unhinged rat and I respect that, but either way: he was yours now.

You turned back to Claire with all the confidence of someone who had definitely just bought an armored tank off Craigslist.

“Where do I sign?”

Claire, likewise, slowly handed you the paperwork like she was passing off custody of a weapon of mass destruction. Something like an armored tank bought off Craigslist.

“…Please don’t antagonize him.”

“I would never,” you replied, already mentally redecorating your apartment to accommodate a seven-foot medieval cryptid with probably boundary issues. You couldn’t imagine anyone with those backgrounds not coming with built-in issues unless they were rich and old.

König, for his part, said nothing. Just stood there, looming like an ancient ruin that had wandered into a security job. But you swore- when you weren’t looking directly at him- you caught the faintest rise in his shoulders. Like a chuckle.

Or maybe a sigh.

Either way, you’d take it; you had a human mountain now. And your ex?

Was going to shit bricks and you’d be there to film and enjoy every. single. second. of it.

“C’mon, big boy,” you grinned at him, taking one of his big hands and tugging uselessly. “We have so much to do!”

[edvervain]

This only took me all night, but it was so much fun! (Please pardon any spelling errors, I only sorta tried to make sure I was double checking everyone's names and such.)

Where in the Thedas is your Rook from?

As far as he knows, Tevinter, that’s where all of his earliest memories are and where he grew up.

What is your character's alignment?

Good aligned, neutral to chaotic, depending on the day

Race and subclass?

Qunari Mage; he has no refinement or finesse, so he doesn’t really have a subclass (It's Spellblade)

If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found?

Rivain, with the Lords of Fortune

What emotion did they usually pick?

Good, rarely sarcastic. Unless they’re in Tevinter, then it’s defensive/aggressive across the board

What companion are you platonically close with?

Harding - they travelled together long enough to grow fairly close before she was so hardline antagonistic toward Lucanis right after they rescued him from a torture dungeon. Rook can all to easily imagine someone having said that to Isabela about him when she was coaxing him out of the wreckage of the ship she found him on.

Bellara - she’s very nonthreatening and was an instant favorite, he finds her chatter very soothing and her flighty mannerisms are very disarming.

Romantically close with?

Lucanis - he’s kind and soft, and lets Rook have control, which is what he needs 

(Also Spite will happily take all that control back when Rook starts spiraling)

Who are they suspicious of?

Neve - You can’t trust a mage from Tevinter (she’s making headway though).

Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction?

For the most part, yes. They all have proven themselves to Isabela and if Isabela trusts them, then Rook does, too.

Are they proficient in playing any instruments?

No, but they really enjoy listening to music, it’s another kind of magic entirely. 

Weapon of choice?

Dagger, but he can’t help the licks of flame or lashes of lightning that it trails.

What is their orientation?

Gay as a rainbow.

What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it?

He doesn't have a lot of moral lines; killing isn’t one of them. He can and will eagerly kill anyone who is abusing anyone else, but he’s more likely to spiral if their abuse is targeting him. (Outright attacking isn't abuse, that's just a fight and that's easy.)

What hobbies does your Rook have?

Uhm… 

What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike?

Likes Ashur - The firm but gentle resolve, the deep husky voice, the slow cadence like he’s making sure you understand him even if he’s pretty sure you’re well on the way to melting into a little puddle of goo - wait, what? 

Likes Holden - He’s easy to talk to and supportive without being long suffering, it’s probably from practicing on Mila.

Dislikes Cida Ciconia - she feels utterly cold, like she’d eat you as soon as look at you; especially when Rook met her directly instead of just seeing her around her performances, she looked at him like he was a piece of candy and she didn’t much care how he felt about the possibility of being eaten.

Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas?

Dragons are so cool! (Wyverns are sick as fuck also!)

Do they enjoy life as an adventurer?

The low pressure kind he was doing with Lords of Fortune - yes. The high pressure kind where he’s failing to save the world - no, very much not having a good time.

What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric?

He would probably be very much still having a good time as a Lord of Fortune. They would have worked something out with the Rivaini nobles. 

How do you think they'll meet their end?

Probably jumping into a fight he can’t actually win on behalf of someone that is in trouble.

Would they side with Solas or fight him?

Fight him. All day, every day, any place, any time. He's just another arrogant prick of a mage that 'abhors blood magic' - unless it's convenient.

What is your Rook's favorite ability?

The ability that slices the Fade open and release crows and lightning. (HC)It was inspired by Lucanis and Spite.

What languages is your character fluent in?

Trade

Tevene

Working on Rivaini

What do they do after an absolute crisis?

It depends on the flavor of crisis.

Standard issue crisis: nothing, it’s just a Tuesday, did anyone get hurt? Let’s make sure all the people are okay, then we’ll tend to the looting!

Personal crisis: did it involve poking his past with a sharp stick? Hold on to your hats, we’re spiraling! Mental health down the drain! Crashing hard with choking panic attacks and vivid PTSD Flashbacks that drop him in the middle of past trauma he has to claw himself out of! Those are worse in the Lighthouse - the Fade seems to enhance things like that.

Does your character believe in the afterlife?

MMmm… maybe? Emmrich makes a good case for it. 

What specialization best represents your Rook?

Lightning shit is right up his alley, sparks sizzle on his fingertips with the least bit of effort, the Crow Spellblade is an obvious choice. And the wrong one. That’s his preferred specialization to use, but the one that represents him? That’s going to be the Shadow Dragon Evoker. This fucker grew up in Tevinter, despite his distaste for the reminder. That’s where he learned his control under the harshest conditions, and where his magic took shape. Being tied out like a suckling pig to be bled on an altar of old stone frozen by magic so your blood thickens and doesn’t spill everywhere, anything other then impactful and you’re wrong.

What animal best represents your Rook? 

He’s never really spent time around animals and would probably have no ready answer for this, but it’s going to be the mabari. He’s never met one and wouldn’t know what to do if given any dog, but he’s got the same ‘dogged’ loyalty. Once he has his teeth in something he refuses to let go until it’s dead and if his person is in trouble you better believe he'll be going for the throat in 0.7 seconds.

What was their life like before the events of Veilguard?

Fairly simple, he trusted Isabella, and Rowan was helping him maintain control of his magic and learn more between missions.

Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader?

Isabela tells him he has the makings of a good leader, he’s not sure he believes it. He led several smaller missions though, and then the one where he ended up killing the Ravani noble who was close enough to the throne to bring some serious heat down. By his count, he thinks it all went down pretty well. If anyone had stepped up and said "No way am I listening to this freak, I'm in charge!" He may have actually gone along with it as long as things are going according to plan. But Verric was one of his people and the second the playbook goes, nope, Verric's goal is out the window, Rook is seeing red.

If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why?

Once he believes the Shadow Dragons are actually working to free slaves and clog up blood magic users and the crueler magisters, he thinks sometimes of what might have been different for him if he’d been one of the slaves they freed. He doesn’t hold it against them, his master wasn’t a big enough fish to have warranted that kind of effort, either politically to remove a powerful opponent or morally to free enough slaves to make an impact. He understands why they didn’t strike his master’s mansion. He does wonder how it would have changed his life if they had though.

What's your favorite thing about your Rook?

He’s got so much trauma and needs to be in control all the time or he spirals. Lucanis is willing to let him have all the control he wants, but Spite makes him face his (figurative) demons and guards him from the (literal) demons they draw. He's still a mage at the end of the day, no matter how much he protests.

Rook Questionnaire

inspired by @cassieuncaged's BG3 Character Development Questions but for Rook instead!

1: Where in the Thedas is your Rook from?

2: What is your character's alignment?

3: Race and subclass?

4: If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found?

5: What emotion did they usually pick?

6: What companion are you platonically close with?

7: Romantically close with?

8: Who are they suspicious of?

9: Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction?

10: Are they proficient in playing any instruments?

11: Weapon of choice?

12: What is their orientation?

13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it?

14: What hobbies does your Rook have?

15: What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike?

16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas?

17: Do they enjoy life as an adventurer?

18: What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric?

19: How do you think they'll meet their end?

20: Would they side with Solas or fight him?

21: What is your Rook's favorite ability?

22: What languages is your character fluent in?

23: What do they do after an absolute crisis?

24: Does your character believe in the afterlife?

25: What specialization best represents your Rook?

26: What animal best represents your Rook?

27: What was their life like before the events of Veilguard?

28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader?

29: If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why?

30: What's your favorite thing about your Rook?

[arkaiveofurown]

i have like 4 diff requests in my mind but idk which i want most so imma try and combine them 🙂‍↕️

if possible, sabo x fem!strawhat!princess!childhoodfriend(??) 😃

im imagining sabo met her when he joined the revolutionary army when he was like 13 and met her on some island that was an ally of the revolutionaries(??? idk im so sorry) just coincidental that she joined sabos brothers crew and that makes him so happy m

ne ways

shes a strawhat, and i lowk just wanna see them reunite, just happily ended up on the same island. yk they’re both lowk busy- sabo chief of staff and miss y/n a strawhat, but i imagine they send each other letters and talk on the den den mushi sometimes 🙂‍↕️ maybe some smut, maybe some fluff 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

A Promise Across Time

Pairing: Sabo x Reader

After years of being apart, you and Sabo, childhood friends, unexpectedly reunite when you both end up on the same island. Between your busy lives, the bond you once shared is reignited.

Word Count: ~6,000 words

tags: fluff, childhood friends to lovers, very mild smut

my master list here ♡

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a/n: thank you for this cute request! sabo is one of my faves so i love writing about him. anw sorry for the very mild smut i’m still not used to it.. haha maybe soon i can write a full one! but hope u like it still :)

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The Revolutionary Army had visited your island only twice in your lifetime. The second time changed everything.

You were thirteen. A firecracker of a girl—barefoot, grass-stained, and too sharp-tongued for the noble title you hadn’t asked for. Your island, a neutral ally to the Revolutionaries, had always been peaceful, quiet. Boring, honestly.

Until he arrived.

“What’s your name?” you asked the blond boy with soot on his cheeks and a pipe strapped to his back. He’d just finished showing off some half-baked martial arts to a group of island kids.

He turned, startled by your directness. “Sabo.”

“That’s a dumb name.”

“You’re kinda rude for a princess.”

You grinned. “You’re kinda soft for a revolutionary.”

He stared at you—then laughed. A clear, surprised sound. “You wanna see the secret passage I found under the governor’s garden?”

You did.

You spent a few weeks with him. Racing through trees, trading stories, laughing until your ribs hurt. You taught him how to pick the garden locks with a hairpin; he showed you how to swing from the old rope bridge at the edge of the ravine. You never asked what he was running from. He never asked why you hid dirt under your fingernails and scraped your knees on purpose.

He was clever—sharper than any boy you’d met—and far too serious when he thought you weren’t watching. Sometimes you’d catch him staring out at the sea with his jaw clenched, like it owed him something.

You never pressed him about it.

The night before he left, the two of you sat beneath the half-finished bell tower, feet dangling off the ledge, the sky thick with stars. The kind of silence between you was rare—heavy, but not uncomfortable.

“I’m not gonna stay here,” you said quietly, picking at a fraying thread on your skirt.

“I didn’t think you would.” He glanced at you. “You’re not really the noble type.”

“Yeah. How about you? Any plans?”

He shifted, looking at his boots for a moment, before lifting his gaze to the night sky. “I’m not sure where I belong yet.”

You nudged his knee with yours. “Does anyone?”

He looked at you, a hint of uncertainty in his expression. “Guess not.”

The next morning, neither of you said goodbye.

You climbed a tree near the port instead, watching from the branches as the Revolutionary ship began to pull away. He stood at the railing, gripping the edge like he wasn’t sure whether to jump or wave or just stare.

And he did stare—right at your tree, even though you were sure he couldn’t see you through the leaves.

As the wind pulled at his coat and the ship turned toward the horizon, Sabo felt something deep in his chest—something strange and warm. The thought lingered in his mind:

I will marry her someday. That’s a promise.

He didn’t remember much from his life before joining the Revolutionary Army. Pieces of his past were shattered, lost in the flames of his childhood accident.

But now, no matter what happened, he was sure you are someone he would never forget.

——

The newspaper hit the desk with a soft thud, but it might as well have been a gunshot with how fast Sabo sat up.

He’d only meant to skim the headlines—another World Government scandal—but his eyes snagged on the image like a hook in the gut.

A group photo. Grainy, low-quality, and clearly taken mid-battle. The Straw Hat Pirates—grinning, bruised, chaotic as always.

But one face stopped everything.

Hair a little longer, body older—but it was you. No doubt in his mind. No hesitation. The same eyes, the same smile that he hadn’t seen since he was thirteen.

Sabo’s fingers trembled as he touched the edge of the photo.

Sabo’s fingers trembled as he touched the edge of the photo.

He wanted to go and see you.

He needed to.

His hand curled into a fist over the page, brow furrowed. You were standing next to the Straw Hat captain—Luffy, right?

He was happy you’d gotten away from all that noble shit.

Happy that you’d made your own choice.

That you were free.

——

Sabo stood amidst the wreckage of the colosseum, the cheers of the crowd still ringing in his ears. His thoughts, however, were elsewhere. His mind was flooded with memories—the ones he had regained a few weeks ago.. after Ace’s death.

Luffy… His brother. The brother he had forgotten but was now so sure of. The brother whose smile was forever etched into his soul.

Earlier, he had met Luffy again, a heartfelt reunion that shook him to his core. Luffy, who had been fighting so fiercely to avenge Ace, was his brother. And Sabo was proud of him.

But there was another thought that filled him with happiness, a quiet relief that made his chest feel light: You. The girl who had once been his closest companion, the one who had made him laugh beneath the shade of trees and shared his childhood secrets… You had ended up in Luffy’s crew.

He didn’t know exactly when it happened, but one thing was certain: you were with Luffy now, and that gave him peace. He knew Luffy would take care of you—he always had. He was certain that, just like Luffy, you were as tough and free as the wind, fighting alongside him and the others.

Sabo was still trying to process everything, trying to take it all in when a familiar voice rang through the air.

“Hey, Sabo!”

Sabo turned, the sound of Luffy’s voice pulling him from his thoughts. Luffy stood there, grinning widely as usual, his straw hat perched proudly atop his head. But it wasn’t just Luffy standing there.

To the side, a little further away, there you were. You.

Sabo’s heart skipped a beat. He blinked, staring at you, unable to fully process the sight of you standing there, so unexpectedly. You looked different—more mature, more seasoned by the seas—but that same spark in your eyes was unmistakable.

“Y/N…?” Sabo’s voice was barely above a whisper.

You seemed just as stunned, blinking in surprise before your expression softened. “Sabo…?”

A smile crept onto his face despite the shock. “Yeah… it’s really you.”

You took a step closer, still hesitant, as if unsure whether to bridge the gap between you. “I didn’t know you’d be here… in Dressrosa.”

Sabo shrugged, trying to act nonchalant despite the warmth spreading across his face. “I didn’t expect to see you here either… but I’m glad you’re with Luffy.”

You nodded, the words catching in your throat as you struggled to hold back the flood of emotions. “Yeah… I didn’t expect it either. But… I’m glad you’re okay.”

There was a beat of silence before Sabo spoke again, voice quieter. “I used to wonder a lot, you know… what you were up to. Where you’d gone.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “You did?”

He nodded, glancing to the side. “I even went back to your island once… years later. Hoping to see you.” He let out a soft breath. “But you weren’t there anymore.”

You bit your lip. “I waited… for a while, after you left. Thought maybe one day, you’d come back.”

Sabo looked at you, guilt flashing briefly in his eyes.

“But I get it,” you said gently, cutting through the silence. “You were with the Revolutionary Army. You couldn’t exactly come and go freely… we were just kids. I knew it wasn’t up to you.”

His expression softened. “I still wish I had… I missed you.”

Your chest tightened at his words, a thousand emotions surging all at once. You opened your mouth to speak, but your voice caught.

“…I missed you too,” your breath hitched, cheeks heating.

Both of you looked away at the same time, flushed and a little awkward, but smiling despite it.

Luffy, who had wandered back holding a giant drumstick, blinked between the two of you. “Huh? What’s with the both of you? You guys are acting weird.”

You both jumped slightly, startled.

“We’re not!” you said quickly.

Sabo cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just… catching up, like I said.”

Luffy tilted his head. “Weird catching up.” He shrugged and took a huge bite of his meat. “Anyway, wanna eat?”

You and Sabo exchanged a look—half embarrassed, half amused.

“Sure,” you said, voice still a little soft.

“Yeah,” Sabo added, his eyes lingering on you for just a second longer. “Sounds good.”

And just like that, with the warmth of old feelings rekindled and Luffy still blissfully clueless, the world started moving again around the two of you.

——

A soft wind passed between you, warm against your skin. The chaos of Dressrosa—battle aftermath, shouting, the clatter of repairs and movement—seemed to fade into a distant hum. Here, in this little corner of quiet, it was just you and him.

Sabo looked down at your hand, then back up. “You really didn’t forget me?”

You shook your head slowly. “Not for a second.”

He swallowed. “I thought maybe you would.”

You smiled faintly. “Idiot. You were the hardest person to forget.”

He let out a quiet laugh, cheeks faintly pink, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know what I thought I’d say if I saw you again. I tried to imagine it, but…”

“Yeah,” you said, your voice a little breathless. “Same.”

The silence returned, but it was a good kind. A warm kind. The kind that came from people who once shared something important and were just now realizing they still did.

Sabo looked out at the sky, a little smile playing on his lips. “Feels like we were thirteen yesterday.”

You tilted your head slightly. “Except now you’re taller. And your hat’s cooler.”

He laughed. “Oh, so that’s what you noticed first?”

“No,” you said, glancing away quickly, face flushing. “…It was your smile.”

That stopped him cold. His breath caught just slightly as he turned to look at you again, softer than before, quieter.

You didn’t dare meet his eyes.

“…I really missed you,” he said again, almost like he couldn’t stop himself. “And I don’t wanna lose you again.”

Your eyes met his this time, sure and steady. “You won’t.”

He pulled something from his coat—folded paper, already slightly worn. A Vivre Card. “Here. So you’ll always know where I am.”

You blinked, then smiled and tore a piece from your own, offering it in return. “And now you’ll always know where I am too.”

Your fingers brushed as you traded pieces.

For a second, neither of you moved. Then you both laughed quietly, awkward and warm.

——

Weeks had passed since your reunion with Sabo.

A folded letter arrived with a bird messenger. Luffy had just shouted something about meat when the paper was handed to you.

Your heart skipped. You recognized the handwriting instantly.

Hey,

I don’t even know where to start. I don’t really do this kind of thing, so forgive me if it’s awkward. But I figured if I can’t talk to you often, I can at least write.

I hope you’re safe. I bet you’re giving Luffy hell when he’s being reckless—which, knowing him, is probably every five minutes.

Things are busy here, but I keep thinking about that day in Dressrosa. I didn’t get to say everything I wanted to. Not even close. So… I’ll keep trying, letter by letter.

Take care of yourself. Seriously.

— Sabo

You read it three times before finally tucking it away in your coat pocket, smile lingering.

You wrote back that night.

Dear Firebrain,

Your handwriting is as messy as I remember. I had to squint at half the words.

But… I’m glad you wrote. It’s strange not having you around after seeing you again. I didn’t realize how much I missed you until you left.

Luffy is exactly like you guessed. He picked a fight with a sea king because “it looked funny.” He’s fine, of course. But yes, I’m yelling at him enough for both of us.

Stay safe too, Sabo. I want to hear from you again soon.

— Your tree-climbing partner

You were both busy—him with the Revolutionary Army, you with the Straw Hats—but you never missed a chance to write. As days turned to weeks, the missing grew heavier, settling somewhere quiet between each letter exchanged.

One afternoon, another letter arrived. You unfolded the worn page carefully, eyes already searching for his handwriting:

I’ve been thinking about you more than I probably should.

Some nights, when everything goes quiet, I wonder what you’re looking at—what ocean, what sky. I tell myself it’s the same stars. I like believing that.

I thought it’d get easier after seeing you again… but it didn’t. Now I just know exactly what I’m missing.

The others tease me for spacing out lately. I don’t tell them it’s because I’m thinking about your voice, your laugh, your stupid jokes.

I hope you’re safe. I hope you’re smiling.

I want to see you again. I want to tell you something.

Write back soon. Please.

— Sabo

You replied;

Dear Sabo,

You always knew how to make things harder, didn’t you?

I read your letter three times. Then a fourth. I didn’t want it to end.

I’ve been missing you too. More than I thought I would. It’s like I saw you, and now every part of me is stuck back in that moment—back to when we were just kids under the trees, or standing in the quiet after Dressrosa.

Luffy asked why I was smiling like an idiot the other day. I told him it was nothing. (It wasn’t nothing. It was you.)

I wish I could see you again soon too. I don’t know when, or how, but I’ll be waiting. Just keep that Vivre Card close. I’ll be following where it leads too.

Write again. Always.

— Y/N

——

The day had finally come. You’d kept up with the letters, the occasional updates, but nothing compared to this. Seeing him again—seeing Sabo in person—was a feeling you couldn’t put into words.

As soon as you saw him, standing there with that familiar smile, it was like everything around you disappeared. Without thinking, you rushed toward him, heart pounding in your chest, and hugged him tightly.

Sabo’s eyes widened in surprise, but in an instant, his arms were around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You couldn’t help but bury your face against his shoulder, feeling his warmth, his presence that you’d missed so much in such a short time.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice a little shaky. “You miss me that much?” he teased.

You pulled back just slightly, eyes still locked on him. “I was gonna ask you the same thing,” you laughed softly, still feeling like you were dreaming.

He grinned, then his smile faltered as he hesitated. “Yeah… I missed you.”

Your heart melted. “I missed you too,” you whispered, taking a deep breath, your words nearly stuck in your throat.

Sabo looked at you seriously for a moment, the playful smile slipping away. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say… something I should’ve said a while ago.”

You blinked, suddenly nervous. “What is it?”

Sabo swallowed, his gaze dropping for a brief second before locking back onto yours. “I’ve liked you… for a long time. Even when we were kids. I… I always have.” He shifted a little, looking shy, unsure of how to continue. “I’ve just never had the guts to say it before.”

You felt your heart race at his confession, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “I… I’ve felt the same.”

A wave of relief washed over his face. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice a little softer now, almost shy.

You nodded, stepping closer to him, not wanting to let this moment slip away. “Yeah.”

Without another word, he leaned down and kissed you gently. The world seemed to disappear around you, and for that brief moment, everything felt right again.

But then, suddenly, a loud cheer erupted from behind you.

“Y/N! You’re my sister now?! I can’t believe it! Hahahaha!” Luffy’s voice echoed across the area, completely unaware of the moment he’d just interrupted.

Sabo glared over his shoulder, shooting a sharp look at Luffy and the rest of the crew who were now openly cheering and grinning like they’d just watched the final scene of a romance drama. “You fools! I thought you were going to give us some privacy!”

“Don’t expect anything from them,” you sighed, rolling your eyes but smiling at the same time.

Luffy just laughed louder, completely unbothered, while the others chuckled.

Sabo turned back to you, his expression softening. “Come on, let’s go somewhere quieter,” you suggested. “We still have a lot to talk about.”

You led him away, to your room, where the noise of the crew faded away. Once the door was closed behind you, the space was filled with an intense, quiet anticipation.

You both exchanged a glance before Sabo gently cupped your face, his thumb traced slow circles against your skin. “I never thought this would happen, you know? But I’m so glad it did.”

You could feel your pulse hammering, a wild drumbeat in your chest, and his eyes—those damn stormy eyes—locked onto yours with a heat that made your knees weak.

“I’ve waited too long for this,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver racing down your spine. Have you ever felt a moment so raw, so electric, that it steals your breath?

His lips crashed into yours again, not gentle this time, but fierce, desperate, as if he could pour every unspoken word from all those lost years into this single kiss.

You gasped against his mouth, hands fisting into his coat, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you, just heat and need and the hard press of his body against yours.

He groaned—a deep, primal sound that vibrated through you—as his hands slid down to grip your hips, fingers digging in with a delicious bite of pain.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this,” he rasped, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth along your jaw, down your neck, teeth grazing your skin until you arched into him, a whimper escaping your lips.

That said, it wasn’t just lust driving him; there was something deeper, a fierce ache, as his hands roamed your body like he was memorizing every curve, reclaiming every inch of you after so much time apart.

You pushed back against him, guiding him toward the narrow bed, your own desire mirrored in the way you tugged at his shirt, fabric ripping slightly under your impatient fingers, until his scarred, taut chest was bare under your hungry gaze.

You both stumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and ragged breaths, and Sabo hovered over you, his weight pinning you down in the best way, his gaze dark and predatory as he drank you in.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, voice thick with want, as he yanked at your shirt, buttons popping free, exposing your skin to the cool air and his searing touch. His mouth descended, hot and wet, sucking at your collarbone, then lower, until his tongue flicked over your nipple, drawing a sharp cry from you—ahh, fuck!—as your hips bucked up against his.

His cock, hard and straining through his pants, pressed into your thigh, and you ground against him, desperate for more, for everything. “Sabo, please,” you begged, voice breaking, and he chuckled darkly, teeth nipping at your skin as his hand slid between your legs, fingers teasing through fabric before shoving it aside to stroke you, slow and deliberate, until you were writhing beneath him, every nerve on fire.

The room spun with the scent of sweat and desire, the creak of the bed, the slick, wet sounds of his fingers working you, building you up, and you knew—fuck, you knew—this was only the beginning as his other hand fumbled with his belt, the metal clinking urgently in the charged silence.

——

The rest of the night blurred into warmth and softness, laughter against skin, whispered words you’d never dared say aloud before now. You held each other close, learning and relearning each other with every breath.

Later, tangled in the sheets, your head rested on his chest, rising and falling with each slow breath he took.

“I can’t believe this is real,” you murmured.

His fingers lazily traced circles on your back. “If this is a dream, I’m not waking up.”

You smiled sleepily. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his voice quieter now. “I love you.”

You looked up, heart swelling. “I love you too.”

There was a pause. Then, in a voice so soft you almost missed it, he added, “You know… I used to tell myself, even when we were kids, that one day I’d marry you.”

Your breath caught, eyes meeting his again. “You did?”

He nodded, a small, sheepish smile pulling at his lips. “I didn’t know what love really was back then… but I knew it was you.”

Your fingers laced with his, your heart so full it almost ached. “Then it’s a good thing I’ve been waiting for you.”

The night stretched on, and neither of you moved—just lying there in each other’s arms, where everything felt safe. And finally, after all the years, the distance, and the waiting… you are home.

[silassstingy]

I- 🫠🫠🫠

[beastsovrevelation]

I do wonder whether underappreciating Adriel x Lilith is just the fandom being boring in rejecting m/f (sorry not sorry, no hate from this bi girl, but nothing will surpass the Satan and Lilith dynamic), or, is it because the ship is so underdeveloped.

We see Adriel "tempt" Lilith, I talk about it here. I'ts great, I loved it.

Then, there's the final battle. We see them be an evil villain power couple together.

We even see Lilith be soft towards Adriel for a moment.

But, that's it. She turns on him, without us even understanding why. It wasn't because he's evil and crazy, she knew he was evil and crazy. Also, I refuse to believe she woke from his spell, I refuse to believe she was under a spell at all. He offered her what the OCS couldn't (and by that, I don't mean his rod). That's why she chose him. Maybe Reya played with her head, I don't know, but that would be insulting to her arc.

There's a gaping chasm between Lilith turning to Adriel, and the final battle. What were they doing during their time together? Drinking brandy and scheming? Performing blood rituals? Going on dates? What did they talk about, how did they bond (more)? It would have been great, to see the situation from their angle, at least a bit. To find out what they're thinking. Lorena and William portrayed great chemistry, why not use it? Also, their interactions could've revealed more about the Other side to us.

Warrior Nun did a lot of things brilliantly. Adriel is a wonderful villain, he's one of my favorite characters in the world. But, his dynamic with Lilith was left barebones. They both deserved more screentime in general, it's such a shame the season was shorter. Some things seem rushed because of it. I would've loved to see Lilidriel fleshed out more.

Also, I'm still bitter the creators screwed with the Satan and Lilith pairing by having her ditch him. You don't sUbVeRt that pair. I forgive a lot in the name of an author's license, I don't forgive that. At least she went away on her own path.

[amirasainz]

What about Norris reader (17) and Oldie and Kimi Antonelli have a crush on her. Lando, ever the overprotectiv brother, doesn't like this and the other drivers use it to their advantage, because they find this really funny. Reader is just clueless and thinks the boys are really sweet to her♥️♥️

Wait, why do I ship these three??

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo, babygirl 💕

Two for one

The bustling energy of the Mexican Grand Prix electrified the air as Yn Norris wandered around the paddock, wide-eyed with excitement. Her older brother, Lando, had arranged for her to come along this weekend, and she was thrilled to be there. Being just seventeen, this was one of her first big Grand Prix weekends on her own, without her parents or siblings (except Lando) and she couldn't wait to soak it all in.

As she explored the paddock, she suddenly heard her name being called. Turning around, she found herself face-to-face with Kimi and Ollie, both of whom had driven in Free Practice 1 that day.

"Yn! Fancy running into you here," Ollie greeted with a wide grin.

Kimi smirked, giving her a casual wave. "So, what do you think of Mexico so far?"

Yn smiled brightly. "It’s incredible! I’m so happy Lando invited me."

"Oh, he invited you, did he?" Kimi asked with a sly grin, glancing over his shoulder as if expecting Lando to pop out of nowhere.

Yn laughed, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, but he’s already being overprotective. He thinks I'm going to, like, get lost or something. I just wanted to go look around by myself, but he practically assigned me a bodyguard."

Kimi and Ollie exchanged amused looks. "Well, we’re here now. So, if you need someone to show you around or keep you company, I think we can handle that," Ollie offered.

"Yeah, you’re in good hands, Yn," Kimi added with a wink.

---

A little later, Lando noticed Yn with Kimi and Ollie, and immediately, he felt his older brother senses tingling. He walked up to them with an exaggeratedly casual stride, hands stuffed in his pockets but eyes locked onto Kimi and Ollie.

"Hey, Yn," Lando greeted her, then quickly turned to Kimi and Ollie. "What are you guys up to?"

Ollie raised his hands defensively. "Just chatting with your sister, mate. Nothing serious."

Kimi chimed in, smirking slightly. "Yeah, just giving her some company. It can’t be fun to wander around here alone."

Lando narrowed his eyes. "Well, she’s not alone. I’m here."

Yn rolled her eyes. "Lando, I’m fine. You don’t have to act like I’m five."

"Yeah, Lando, she’s fine," Ollie teased, nudging Lando’s arm. "Besides, it's not like Kimi and I are troublemakers."

Max, who had been watching from nearby, wandered over, grinning as he picked up on the situation. "Oh, looks like little Norris has some admirers."

"Yeah, careful, Lando," Checo joined in, laughing as he walked by. "You know, they say these drivers are charmers. Better keep a close eye on her, or she might run off with them to Yucatan."

Lando scowled, crossing his arms. "That’s not funny, guys."

Ollie looked at Yn, feigning a wistful expression. "Yucatan, huh? That could be fun."

Yn rolled her eyes again, laughing. "Ignore them, Ollie. You’re all acting like children."

Kimi leaned closer to her. "Maybe. But you know, Yucatan does sound like a pretty great idea."

Lando stepped in between them, giving Kimi a warning look. "Don’t even think about it, Antonelli."

Kimi laughed, but there was a hint of nervousness. As much as he enjoyed teasing Lando, he could feel Lando’s big-brother protectiveness radiating off him in waves. Still, he couldn’t resist pushing a little.

"Relax, Lando," Kimi said, holding up his hands. "We’re just here to make sure Yn has a good time."

"Under my supervision," Lando shot back, narrowing his eyes. He put an arm around Yn’s shoulder. "You’re staying close to me for the rest of the weekend."

Yn groaned, but Lando’s resolve didn’t waver.

---

The next day, Lando was more determined than ever to keep an eye on his sister. Every time Kimi or Ollie got close, he’d swoop in, leading her away or blocking their paths.

Eventually, Pierre caught onto the whole situation and couldn’t resist chiming in. "You know, Lando, if you keep this up, you’re going to scare away all her potential boyfriends."

Lando shook his head, exasperated. "That’s the plan, Pierre."

Carlos joined the fun, laughing. "Be careful, Lando. Vegas is just around the corner. Blink, and she might end up running off with Kimi or Ollie. Maybe even both."

Ollie, who had overheard, grinned, raising his eyebrows at Yn. "What do you think, Yn? Should we book tickets?"

Yn chuckled. "Oh, please. Lando would probably have a heart attack before we even left the airport."

Lando glared at them. "I’m serious. You two better not get any ideas, you stinky whankers."

Kimi shrugged, but his smirk didn’t fade. "Relax, mate. We’re just keeping her company."

Charles joined the group, looking thoroughly entertained. "I can’t wait for Vegas now. If this is how Lando is in Mexico, Vegas will be legendary. Maybe we’ll all get invited to Yn’s wedding."

Lando groaned, running a hand through his hair. "You all are impossible."

---

As the weekend progressed, Kimi and Ollie kept finding small ways to get Yn’s attention. They’d save her a seat, bring her snacks, and keep her laughing with stories and jokes. Each time, Lando was there, watching like a hawk.

At one point, Yn turned to him, exasperated. "Lando, seriously. I’m just hanging out with friends. Can you please relax?"

"I am relaxed," Lando replied, not convincing anyone.

Yn shot him an annoyed look. "You’re practically breathing down my neck."

Ollie leaned in, whispering, "Told you he’s overprotective."

Kimi chuckled. "You’re handling it well, though."

Yn laughed, shaking her head. "I think it’s actually you two who are nervous around him."

Both Ollie and Kimi exchanged guilty looks, though they quickly covered it with their usual confident smiles. But every time Lando was around, they seemed to straighten up a little, wary of his watchful eyes.

---

On race day, things hit a peak. Kimi and Ollie had managed to catch Yn alone, and they were chatting animatedly about everything from their goals in racing to funny stories from the paddock. Yn was laughing, completely unaware of the fact that both boys were subtly vying for her attention.

But it didn’t take long for Lando to find them, and he wasted no time inserting himself into the conversation.

"Hey, Yn, you ready to come to the garage?" he asked pointedly.

Yn glanced at Kimi and Ollie apologetically. "Duty calls, I guess."

Ollie gave Lando a pleading look. "Come on, Lando. Let her hang out with us for a bit longer."

Lando raised an eyebrow. "Why, so you two can keep flirting with her?"

Kimi flushed, stammering, "W-We weren’t—"

Yn stared at him in surprise. "Flirting? Seriously, Lando? We’re just friends."

"Exactly," Lando said, taking her by the arm. "And that’s all you’re going to be."

Max and Charles, who had been watching the entire exchange, burst into laughter. Charles clapped Lando on the back. "Relax, Lando. You’re acting like you’re her father."

Max nodded, grinning. "Good luck keeping her under control in Vegas. Don’t be surprised if she elopes with one of them. Or both."

Lando scowled, his grip on Yn’s arm tightening slightly. "Not happening. Not on my watch."

Yn sighed, throwing Kimi and Ollie a helpless look as she was guided away. They exchanged amused, slightly nervous glances, but it was clear that they weren’t about to give up. She blew them a kiss, which both Kimi and Ollie pretended to catch. Ollie put his "kiss" to his heart while Kimi put his on his cheek.

As Yn and Lando walked off, she glanced up at her brother, shaking her head. "You know, if you keep acting like this, no one’s ever going to want to date me."

"That’s the point," Lando muttered under his breath.

Yn laughed. "You’re ridiculous."

"And I’m your older brother," he replied, smirking. "Get used to it."

Behind them, Kimi and Ollie shared a look, nodding in silent agreement. They’d have to work harder to get Yn’s attention without incurring the wrath of overprotective older brother Lando. But they weren’t about to give up. After all, Vegas was coming up soon, and as much as Lando hated to hear it, the weekend held endless possibilities.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP Fanfic idea: The Cousin

Clark had always known that Krypton was an entire planet with more than just a few cities scattered about, but it was a very distant knowledge that he grew up with.

Yes, it was sad that he was among the few Kyptonians left in the universe, but Clark has always considered himself human before anything else. He was Jonathan Kent and Martha Kent's son long before he learned of his identity as Kal-El.

It made him feel guilty that he preferred being Clark Kent to Kal-El, but it was the honest truth, as mean as it was.

Kara had once accused him of not understanding what it mean to have lost their home planet like she did. She often pointed out that his Kryptonese sounded like someone who had learned it as a second language. She also claimed that he was only pretending to be Kryptonian in another argument, and the worst was when she stated he wasn't Kryptonian enough. She raged because she was mourning the loss of her planet and people, and lashing out at him was easier.

He knew that, but it still stung, though not in the way she wanted. It stung because of the guilt: He agreed that he was prouder to be considered an Earthling than a Kryptonian.

He couldn't help that English rested more comfortably on his tongue or the scents of Earth's food were far more appetizing than the meals Kara made (As close to her family's recipes as she could. There were some spices Earth similarly couldn't substitute)

His rocket ship was his parents' attempt to stuff as much of their culture as they could into it before their people were wiped out. He tried hard to learn everything they managed to save, but he didn't connect to it as strongly as he did in history class listening to the USA's humble beginnings.

He felt guilty about that, too.

When they found Kon-El, he let Kara give him a name, only to later discover what Kon in Kryptonian meant. By that point, the clone had built an entire identity out of the name, and seeing his cousin's smug smirk made his insides turn.

He didn't like the clone, but he didn't think the boy deserved that. Though Clark should have done something, eventually, he would help rebrand the name, shifting the translation of the more modern (or it was before Kypton was no more) to an older Kryptonian one. Although Kara acted like he was destroying more of their culture, Clark felt it was better this way.

It was a struggle to be trapped between two worlds, but Clark knew which one he would choose every single time.

Then Bruce found the boy.

As usual, Bruce kept an eye on all major powers, including up-and-coming heroes. He first gained wind of the young hero in Amity Park from a young Wes Weston, who posted daily about Phantom. Since Phantom seemed to fall under the jurisdiction of the Justice League Dark, Clark didn't pay much attention to him.

Bruce had eyes on the young hero and had sent Robin to offer training and support, but the boy seemed much more interested in staying in his own part of the world and fighting the dead. Clark could respect that.

All heroes had an area that was undoubtedly theirs, and Phantom picked the most haunted place in the country to protect. It made sense. Months went by with Bruce occasionally bringing up the boy in meetings, to either update them on his work or praise the child for his missions in that weird, emotionless way Bruce talked as Batman.

Then, one day, Kara barged into the meeting, about to argue for her right to join the Justice League, when her eyes landed on the hologram of Phantom, which was frozen in place. Her mouth opened and closed, eyes wide, before she blurted out, "You found someone from the house of Lor-Van!?"

"What?" Clark sat up, recognizing his mother's maiden name.

"Look at his chest! That's the Lor-Van symbol!" Kara screeched, hope starting to bloom in her eyes. "He's your cousin, Kal. Likely from your mother's young brother! I heard he was attempting to make a rocket on the other side of Kypton, but I never knew if he was successful....but he must have! He has your mother's eyes!"

Clark feels like someone kicked him in the chest. His voice cracks as he asks, "There were other refugees from Kypton?"

Whatever glee was on Kara's face died a painful death as she turned away, hiding her tears. "Not everyone believed Uncle Jor, but not everyone thinks he was lying. They just didn't make it."

The silence in the meeting hall is heavy. Clark is only half aware of his teammates shooting unsure glances between the two aliens until Bruce clears his throat. "If Phantom is truly of house Lor-Van, I think it's time to approach him again, especially since he's a ghost. Anyone with magic can take control of him."

"Oh," Kara's voice is small. "He didn't make it either."

Clark leaps to drag Kara into a hug. She goes willingly, but doesn't hug back as she stays stiff as a board, hiding her face in his chest. "He should have been your age. Makes sense why he's still a teenager."

He doesn't know what to say to make her feel better. Nothing will feel better when you lose your entire world.

"We could go meet him, " he offers instead. Clark feels Kara move her head against his chest in one brisk nod, but it's enough for him to excuse himself from the rest of the League. They wave away his apology, offering to come with them for moral support, but Clark feels it's something he and Kara should be able to handle on their own.

She's crying on her way back to Earth, aiming for the part of the planet that houses Amity Park. Clark could have just had the Zeta beams from the Watch Tower, but he felt a flight would have done her some good.

"I don't know why I'm sad," She laughs wetly. "It's not like he's my cousin. He's a cousin of a cousin. I just thought...."

"I know," he tells her, pretending not to see the flooding tears behind her. Maybe we can find out what happened to him."

Maybe he was raised on Earth before his early death. Maybe Phantom is like me. Clark says, but he hopes. Even if it were a ghost, it would be nice to have someone understand.

The two Supers don't say anything else as they re-enter Earth's skies, and they can spot a ain't green glowing monster fighting against another smaller white glowing figure on the horizon.

[fleurriee]

— cat’s out of the bag ; spencer reid

pairing ; spencer reid x fem!reader

synopsis ; you thought you and spencer were good at keeping your relationship a secret. spoiler alert: you weren’t.

themes ; fluff, established (secret) relationship

warnings ; none!

author’s note ; first time writing for spencer after having watched criminal minds. i’m in love with him so it was only fitting that my mind starts coming up with ideas for him — send in requests for spencer!!!!

main masterlist request a fic

You and Spencer had agreed on one thing when your relationship first started:

“Let’s keep it just between us for a while.”

Not because you were ashamed — far from it — but, because the BAU wasn’t exactly known for being a quiet, private place. The second Garcia caught wind of anything remotely romantic, you’d both be wearing couple t-shirts and getting shipped like characters from a CW drama.

And, it was nice for a while.

You lasted four months.

It started with a coffee cup.

Specifically, the one with Spencer’s name on it, sitting at your desk.

Morgan strolled in that morning with his usual swagger and an armful of case files. He was halfway through a yawn when he spotted the cup and froze mid-step.

“Hey, Pretty Girl?” he called over his shoulder. “Why’s Reid’s name on your latte?”

You didn’t even look up from your desk. “Oh. He picked it up for me.”

“Uh-huh.” He narrowed his eyes like a detective in an old noir film. “And when did Reid start remembering your custom order down to the almond milk and two pumps of caramel?”

You finally looked up. “I… mention it a lot?”

Morgan snorted. “Okay.”

The next day, he walked into the breakroom to find Spencer standing very close behind you, reaching for the same muffin. There was laughter — soft, easy — and then Spencer let you have it with the kind of look that didn’t belong in any HR-safe workplace.

Morgan didn’t say a word. Just walked out with his coffee, grinning.

“Gotcha, Boy Genius.”

Penelope Garcia’s superpower wasn’t her hacking skills — (though, yes, she could probably access the Pentagon with a shoelace and a floppy disk) — it was her intuition. Especially when it came to anything involving hearts, unspoken feelings, or long looks across briefing tables.

So when she noticed Reid texting someone with a tiny, goofy smile on his face during lunch, her curiosity sparked.

She sidled up next to him.

“Who ya texting, Dr. Reid?” she sing-songed, peeking at his screen before he could lock it.

He jumped. “N-no one. Just… a friend.”

Garcia narrowed her eyes. “Since when do you call Y/N ‘sunbeam’?”

Reid’s face turned the color of a fire hydrant. “It’s — it’s just a nickname. She — uh — likes the sun.”

“Mmhmm.” Garcia leaned in. “Reid… are you dating my girl?”

His silence was answer enough.

She let out a tiny shriek, clapping her hands. “I knew it! I knew it! My OTP is real!”

He groaned and buried his face in his hands.

To her credit, Garcia didn’t spill — not yet.

But the sparkle in her eye was pure chaos.

Prentiss wasn’t nosy — she was observant.

So when you came into work with what looked like Spencer’s scarf around your neck and a sleepy smile that screamed I didn’t sleep in my own bed, she raised an eyebrow.

But she didn’t say anything until a week later.

The team had just wrapped a case in Portland and were gathered at the airport. You and Spencer were seated across from each other at the gate, trying — and failing — not to play footsie under the chairs.

Prentiss watched the whole thing, sipping her coffee like it was a reality show.

Later, on the plane, she slid into the seat next to you.

“So, when were you planning on telling me?”

You blinked. “Telling you what?”

She tilted her head toward Spencer, who was sitting two rows ahead, hunched over a book — but not before sending a not-so-subtle glance back your way.

Prentiss smirked. “I was a teenager once too, you know. I recognize the ‘pretending not to stare at my crush’ look.”

You flushed. “It’s not like we’re hiding it — ”

“But you are,” she said, patting your arm. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you come out in your own time. Just… maybe don’t play footsie where Rossi can see. He’s got surprisingly good peripheral vision.”

You genuinely thought Rossi wouldn’t notice.

He was older, more focused — a man who’d seen it all. Surely, he wouldn’t pick up on subtle glances or the way Spencer’s hand lingered on your back a little too long after briefings.

You were wrong.

He invited you both over to his house for dinner, claiming he was “trying a new risotto recipe and needed test subjects.”

The moment he caught you stealing a bite from Spencer’s plate with zero hesitation, he set down his wine glass and gave a slow, smug smile.

“Interesting.”

You froze mid-chew. “What is?”

“Oh, nothing. Just watching young love blossom over truffle risotto.”

Spencer choked on his wine.

You coughed. “What makes you think —?”

“Please,” Rossi waved a hand. “I’ve written three books on behavioral profiling. You think I can’t tell when two people are secretly dating?”

You opened your mouth.

He held up a finger. “Don’t worry. My lips are sealed. Just know I expect to be invited to the wedding.”

You both gaped.

He raised his wine glass. “Eventually, of course.”

Hotch was the final boss.

You and Spencer had been very careful around him — no lingering looks in the field, no brushing hands in the briefing room, no coordinated lunches. You were practically platonic professionals around him.

Until he caught you.

It happened at 9 p.m. on a Friday. Most of the team had already left, and you and Spencer were still in the conference room, finishing paperwork.

You thought you were alone.

So, when Spencer reached over and laced his fingers through yours, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, you let your guard down for just a moment.

And Hotch walked in.

He stopped mid-step.

You both froze like teenagers caught making out on a porch.

Hotch blinked once. “Should I… come back?”

You yanked your hands apart. “No! We were just — ”

“Finishing paperwork,” Spencer blurted. “Very platonically.”

Hotch raised a brow. “You were kissing her hand.”

Spencer blinked. “Right. Well… not that platonically.”

There was a long pause.

Hotch sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Just — no PDA at crime scenes, okay?”

You both nodded, mortified.

As he left, you could swear you saw him smirk.

You didn’t plan to tell everyone. At least, not in one grand announcement.

But the BAU had other plans.

It happened during a rare, sunny weekend BBQ hosted at Rossi’s estate. Everyone was scattered across the lawn — beer bottles in hand, kids running around, music playing.

You were helping Garcia string lights along the fence when she casually said, “So, when are you and Reid going to make it official-official?”

You nearly dropped the string of lights. “What?”

She pointed. “Oh, don’t play coy, sweet pea. Everyone knows.”

You blinked. “Everyone?”

Morgan, walking by with a burger, grinned. “Oh yeah. We’ve had bets running for weeks.”

Prentiss added, “Morgan owes me twenty bucks. I said you’d crack before Valentine’s Day.”

Rossi raised his glass. “Cheers to the happy couple.”

Even Hotch gave you a nod that could only be described as… warm.

You turned to Spencer, who looked equally horrified and relieved.

“They all know?” he whispered.

You nodded. “Apparently for a while.”

Garcia beamed. “What gave it away? Everything.”

You and Spencer exchanged a look.

Then you both laughed — loud, breathless, incredulous.

So much for secrets.

Later, as the party mellowed into dusk and someone lit a bonfire, Spencer pulled you close beneath the string lights.

“Do you think it’s weird… that I’m kind of relieved?”

You looked up at him. “Relieved they found out?”

He nodded. “Yeah. It’s like… I don’t have to keep something good hidden anymore.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re not something I want to hide, Spencer.”

He looked at you then, all soft eyes and quiet awe.

Even in a team of profilers, even under the most watchful eyes — you and Spencer had managed something rare.

A love worth noticing.

[tprings-hair]

this is a list (as complete as I can make it) of what we know about kirk's backstory in tos and the tos movies, with episode sources:

- he has a brother named samuel george kirk who he calls sam. sam has a wife named aurelan, three kids (one of whom is named peter), and a terrible mustache. (what are little girls made of? and operation: annihilate!)

- he was on tarsus iv and survived the massacre. we don't know his age or what he was doing there. we only know that he saw kodos, heard his voice, wrote down what he said about the massacre, and could tentatively identify him years later. (the conscience of the king)

- when security officer mallory dies, kirk says that mallory's father helped him get into starfleet academy. (the apple)

- he was a nerd in the academy. gary mitchell called him a stack of books with legs, and he admits to bones that he was a very serious cadet. he was picked on by a fellow cadet named finnegan, who he dearly wanted to beat up but never did. (where no man has ever gone before and shore leave)

- on a similarly nerdy note, he had a big history crush on abraham lincoln and could recite the constitution from memory. maybe this is a learned skill in american schools in this future, or maybe he's just a history nerd. (the savage curtain)

- he had john gill as a history professor, who he encounters in the series as the crazy old guy who made space nazis. (patterns of force)

- kirk did not meet but looked up to captain garth of izar, a starfleet captain and explorer who was eventually decided to commit genocide and was sent to an asylum. we don't know whether this happened before, during, or after kirk's study of him or how he might have taken the news. (whom gods destroy)

- he has a deep fear of being alone and unable to act or control his situation. (many episodes, but most obviously in and the children shall lead us.)

- at some point (we have no idea how old he was or if it was before or after the academy) he nearly died from vegan choriomeningitis, a made-up disease deadly enough to be used as population control when extracted from his blood. (the mark of gideon)

- he had some kind of relationship with areel shaw, a lawyer who later ends up questioning kirk in a court martial. (court martial)

- he had some kind of relationship with ruth. when he sees her again in season 1, or a representation of her, he says it's been fifteen years. (shore leave)

- when he took the kobayashi maru, he reprogrammed the test so it would be possible to pass and passed on his third try. (the wrath of khan)

- once he became a midshipman (a cadet training to be a commissioned officer, apparently never mention as a rank outside of this series), he became close with his instructor benjamin finney. at some point, finney named his daughter jame (pronounced jamie) after him. jame is a teenager when we see her in season 1. (court martial)

- he served aboard the uss republic, where finney made a mistake that could have been disastrous and kirk logged it, ruining finney's chances for promotion. (court martial)

- he served aboard the uss farragut under captain garrovick as part of a phaser gun crew, meaning he fired the ship's phasers from engineering, not on the bridge like chekov. he hesitated before firing on a creature which killed garrovick, and blamed himself for it years later. (obsession)

- at some point, he worked with janice lester and they had a relationship. she resented kirk for being a man and having his career goals easier to achieve (we are not given strong evidence whether this is true or false), and kirk says they would have killed each other if he'd stayed. (turnabout intruder)

- at some point, he and endocrinologist dr. janet wallace got into a relationship, though it ended because they were both dedicated to their careers. (the deadly years)

- at some point, he and dr. carol marcus had a relationship and conceived david. kirk knew david existed, but carol prioritised her career as a scientist and decided to raise david away from kirk's world. it's implied that david met kirk and knew that he and carol had a relationship at one point, and he calls kirk "that overgrown boy scout (she) used to hang around with". he didn't know that kirk was his father until the movie, though. (the wrath of khan)

- shortly before serving on the enterprise, kirk taught a class at the academy, which gary mitchell was in. we don't know what he taught, only that he had a reputation for making students think critically. mitchell admits to setting kirk up with a blonde lab technician, to which kirk looks aghast and says, "I nearly married her." we don't know whether this was janet wallace, carol marcus, ruth, areel shaw, janice lester, or some other unknown woman. (where no man has gone before)

- at some point, he and gary mitchell encountered "rodent things" on dimorus which threw poisoned darts at them. mitchell took one for kirk and nearly died. (where no man has gone before)

that's it! that's all we get. everything else -- including him being born in iowa -- was from other sources added later. I just realised there wasn't one good source that was specific to the original series (star trek wikis that don't differentiate between tos, other series afterwards, and aos drive me insane), and it might be relevant to someone else too.

[clockwayswrites]

A Hill to Die On, Chapter 4 Part 2

masterpost (note that Caroline is not necessarily the best narrator about DID/OSSD, she's just trying explain her experience as she see is [in this story])

“He didn’t,” Caroline gasped, careful not to spill her wine as she leaned forward.

As soon as Dick realized that Caroline didn’t normally get to share and see the world through Tim’s eyes, he had been a fountain of stories about the family. “He did. There was a green tint to his skin for weeks. Sure, the distraction worked, I was able to slip away, but at what cost?”

“You ask that as if Bruce had any dignity left to lose,” Caroline pointed out with a raised brow. “I’m not sure there was even any to lose by the first time that I met him.”

“Oh, no, god no,” Dick said. He leaned forward to snag another piece of the dragon roll. “The cost wasn’t Bruce’s dignity, it was the fact that the fountains have never been dyed green for Saint Patty’s day again! We lost a great tradition that day.”

“A very noble one,” Caroline said somberly.

“Verily,” Dick agreed. He polled the piece of sushi in his mouth and leaned back to drape himself over the couch. He really could lounge. “How long have you known Bruce?”

“You mean you’re trying to figure out how long I’ve been around,” Caroline said.

Dick shrugged, looking only slightly cowed. “Yeah. Is that rude? I don’t want to offend you, but I can’t say that I’m not curious.”

“You’re a Bat, of course you’re curious,” Caroline allowed. She took a piece of sushi too, so that she had some time to think. “I haven’t always been around, just because I simply can’t have. Or I don’t think that I could have, because I think Tim was the first, but I don’t know when I haven’t been around. I have some unclear, fuzzy memories from before, but my first clear memory was when I was there to front for Tim’s first Gala. He was so scared about it. He didn’t want to upset his parents.”

“They weren’t your parents too?”

“No, never,” Caroline said with a vicious sort of certainty. She glanced up and caught Dick’s sympathetic look and gave a wry smile. “Do you know how badly it would have been if the Drakes knew that I existed? Or Alvin once he did? We would have been shipped off to some asylum disguised as a boarding school and they would have tried to fry me out of Tim’s brain. No, I was just there to perform admirably at galas. That was my first mission.”

Dick face was twisted up in a thoughtful little frown as he stared up at the ceiling. Caroline felt privileged that she got to see this side of Dick. She knew that he didn’t like to seem unhappy around many people.

“Didn’t Bruce pick the name Caroline Hill?”

“He did,” Caroline said.

“But…” Dick waved in her direction.

Caroline shifted and folded her legs up to her side as she thought how to explain. “I didn’t have a name. I was simply… the Woman. I think that I’m based a lot on Janet, even though she would have hated that, but also the other woman that we saw at galas. Calm, efficient, and in control. Tim knew I was there, but not… that I was? Or how much I was. I might have not even known. But when I was needed for his mission to be Caroline Hill… I don’t know. I suppose it’s a little like when Pinocchio became a real boy. Suddenly I had a name and a real mission, one for the life Tim loves. It was transformative.”

“And you’ve been… growing? Is that an okay word?”

Caroline shrugged. She didn’t mind the word at least.

“You’ve been growing ever since.”

“I suppose so,” Caroline agreed. She took a sip of her wine. She wondered how much Tim would hate her for explaining this, but someone needed to know. “After this injury, Tim hasn’t really been himself. I think maybe because he doesn’t know who he is without Robin. In all of that thinking… I don’t know how to explain it really, but I guess that there was some more room made for me and Alvin. Alvin might not much want it but God, Dick, I love being alive.”

Dick smiled. “Does that mean you’ll be around more.”

“I have been the last few weeks at least. But I promise that I’m not trying to take over from Tim,” Caroline said in a rush as it occurred to her that Dick might be worried about it. “I’m just enjoying some time out and about and some, ah, mutual interests and—”

“Caroline, calm down,” Dick interrupted. “I’m not worried about that. Whatever works for you and Tim is all that matters. And, well, Alvin. I just thought that if you’re going to be around more, we should make sure you have some things of your own.”

Caroline blinked, surprised. “Like clothing?”

“Definitely like clothing,” Dick agreed, “but also foods you like and even decor. Like, Tim has a spare bedroom, right? We could make it up as yours or at least a space that’s more your tastes.”

“Oh.” Caroline swallowed back the threat of tears. She wasn’t going to cry, damn it. “I—yes, I’d like that.”

“Shopping trip!” Dick said. His wine splashed on the floor as he threw his arms up in the air. “Oh, oh! What about inviting some of the other girls on the shopping trip?”

Caroline covered her smile with a delicate hand. “You’re not a girl.”

“Bitch, I can rock a skirt,” Dick said as he struck a pose.

“Fine, you wear a skirt for it and you can invite the other girls,” Caroline said before she could second guess it. “But you have to explain me to them before it and make sure that they… that they won’t mind me.’

“They won’t,” Dick promised, “and deal.”

[wispitty]

(short reacts) | "he catches you passed out on your desk" + one piece men

summary: they find you passed out at your desk late at night after overworking yourself.

characters: crocodile, mihawk, marco, ace, shanks, law, corazon

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CROCODILE

He walks in, ready to scold you for still being awake at this hour.

But he finds you there. Slumped. Breathing soft. Surrounded by scribbled notes and cold tea.

He stares. His jaw tenses.

He takes a slow breath, walks over, and gently brushes your hair out of your face.

“Idiot.”

But it’s whispered like a prayer.

He takes off his coat, lays it over your shoulders, and sits beside you until you stir.

And if anyone tries to disturb you?

They don’t live to try again.

MIHAWK

You’ve passed out mid-formula. One hand still gripping a pencil. Eyes closed.

He walks in. Frowns.

But instead of waking you, he carefully closes your notebook, slides it aside, and picks up your glasses.

He sets everything perfectly in order.

Then?

He pulls up a chair and sits across from you—watching. Protecting. Waiting.

And when you stir, he simply says:

“Sleep a little longer.”

Like it’s a request. But you both know it’s an order.

MARCO

He finds you half-curled on your work bench, soft snores escaping. Your notes are chaotic. You clearly haven’t eaten.

He smiles.

Soft. Adoring. A little sad.

He picks you up without waking you, sets you on the couch, and drapes a blanket over you.

Leaves a little post-it on your desk:

“You burn bright, but don’t burn out. Rest well, Princess. – Marco”

You wake up wrapped in warmth, with a fresh plate of food and a glass of cold water next to you. Smelling faintly of embers and him.

ACE

He comes in to ask you something dumb.

Sees you passed out and instantly panics.

“Aw shit, did she DIE?!”

Runs over. Checks your pulse.

Realizes you’re just sleeping.

Sighs in loud relief.

He squats next to you, stares at you for a bit and whispers:

“...Y’know, you’re really cute when you’re not yelling at me.”

Takes off his hat and uses it to cover your eyes.

Leaves a cookie by your head. And a messy doodle of the two of you riding a Neptunian on your notes.

SHANKS

He pokes his head in looking for something. Sees you slumped over a blueprint.

Freezes.

Then slowly walks in, eyes gentling. He smiles.

“Working yourself to death, huh?”

He scoops you up bridal-style and carries you to the bed in his quarters.

Pulls a blanket over you. Kisses your forehead.

Then sits nearby with a drink and keeps watch like you're the most valuable treasure on the ship.

LAW

He was coming to tell you to rest.

Then he finds you face-down in a pile of crumpled notes.

He freezes.

Walks over. Slowly. Heart hammering.

Brushes your bangs back. Checks your pulse. Checks it twice.

“…*Sigh* You’re not supposed to push yourself like this.”

You murmur his name in your sleep.

His breath hitches.

He covers you with his coat. Stays up reorganizing your notes so you don’t wake up to chaos.

Won’t admit it—but you sleeping soundly with his coat draped over you? It unravels him.

CORAZON

He sees you slumped over your desk, hugging a half-finished assignment like a plushie.

Instantly tearing up.

He tiptoes in like he’s afraid to wake you.

Kisses the top of your head. Carefully removes your shoes. Places a little pillow under your cheek.

Leaves a sweet note:

“You work so hard. I love you. Please rest. P.S. I’m going to make you soup and you can’t stop me.”

He sits on the floor nearby and doodles little hearts on your data sheets until you wake up.

[scoutswritingcorner]

Careful, Baby On Board

Cursed Cat Alastor

TW: The Vee’s, biting, Cursed Cat Alastor being a menace

A/N: I had an idea of Cursed Cat Alastor being in a babybjorn carrier

The day had started out fine, you had to do a few errands around the hotel for Charlie and Vaggie. You were currently finishing eating your snack, Catastor (You originally named it Cat Alastor but that was too long) in your other arm as you ate. It was purring loudly, slowly blinking as if it was about to fall asleep in your arm. It’s paws carefully making air biscuits as it looked around the room ignoring you as you ate your snack.

Sadly every moment of peace is broken in the ever busy Hazbin Hotel as Charlie walks into the kitchen looking guilty as she wrung her fingers together smiling at you. You looked up at her, “Yes Charlie?” You asked as you took another bite of the very very off brand granola bar you had found whilst digging around in the pantry of the kitchen without Alastor finding out but Catastor did find out easily. “So…I have another errand for you cause Sir Pentious accidentally broke one of the bar taps and the part we need is more in town and you’re the only other one who can go..Alastor won’t go near the Vee’s tower..” She explained before smiling at you, opening her mouth about to say something else but stopped when you shrugged, “Okay.”

“..okay? That’s all?” She asked, disbelieving that you would answer so quickly, “Yeah..I’ll head out in a second.” You hummed, throwing your trash away as Catastor made a little growling noise in response. “Hush grumpy boy, we are going on an adventure.” You whispered out to him giving him a gentle kiss to his head which made him start purring more. Silly cat behaves much like your darling deer man.

~~~

After looking at what broke and taking a picture of it to make sure you could find the right things you had headed into town. The only store that was close was sadly in the Vee’s distract of Pentagram City which was dangerous for most of the hotel- Angel because Valentino and Alastor won’t go anywhere near modern technology and barely anyone in the hotel goes this far into pentagram city. So it was up to you, which you didn’t really care much for as you usually tuned everything out and stayed in huge crowds to avoid Vox finding you. The fucking creep trying to either flirt with you and get you to leave Alastor or he just watches you.

Straightening out your jacket to keep Catastor from growling at the amount of modern technology around and calm in the babybjorn carrier you had bought and specifically custom made for him so you could carry him around with you easier. While he was practically light as a feather, your arm would get all tingly after a while, he also tended to pick a fight with anyone who dared venture too close for his comfort. Sadly lady luck was not on your side on this fine hellish evening, first when you got into the store they were completely out of the part you needed and it wouldn’t be shipped in until a week later, so you had to call Charlie and get her decision on what to do, then Catastor didn’t like how the store manager was looking at you and decided to have an early lunch which resulted in you getting kicked out after you had negotiated a reasonable way for them to deliver the item to the Hotel and finally when you thought your day couldn’t get worse. Vox had to show his face to you as you finally got Catastor calmed down enough to get back into the carrier.

You fixed your jacket and gave Catastor a little kiss on his head before turning around to immediately run into Vox’s chest. “What the fuck.” You hissed out angrily glaring up at the tall tv headed demon, who only smirked at you. “What the fuck indeed, I didn’t expect you to be out and about this part of pentagram city!” He said loudly causing you to flinch, you already felt a migraine building behind your eyes. The low static that emitted from Catastor started to become louder and louder by the passing seconds as Vox went on and on about something you couldn’t care about.

“What…what the fuck is that noise?” He hissed out his screen glitching in anger, “My baby.” you replied quickly making the overlord stop in his tracks, “You have a kid?” He asked, watching you nod and open your jacket to show the bright red and black fluff ball that was currently hissing and jerking its head in anger. Bright red dialed eyes glaring Vox down, as it easily escaped the carrier it was in, saliva and foam escaping its fangs. “This is my baby boy and bodyguard while my darling Husband is off doing his own thing.” You replied looking at your nails, nonchalantly. 

Vox opened his mouth to say something but as his hand reached over to touch you that’s when Catastor pounced, claws digging into the Overlord’s chest and screen as he bit down anywhere he could. It was over in a flash as Vox had disappeared using his electricity and Catastor was standing where Vox laid before snarling and growling out wires in his mouth. You smiled picking him up, praising him as you took the red and blue wires out of his mouth. “Don’t need my bodyguard to get a stomach ache later.” You hummed walking back to the hotel.

Alastor is going to have a field day when he hears what happened with Vox. Maybe rub it in the overlord’s face at the next meeting.

[ladymrf]

I should make a long fanfic out of this idea….

...

clark didn't think much about young just us, when he did it was accompanied by a huge headache from the time the team was active and with every word he heard from Kon about them his life shortened ten years.

when Kon moved to their apartment in Metropolis to finish his last year of high school and later college, Clark didn't think that this meant that his entire team would be stuck in his house often.

it starts a week after Kon moved in, Clark's oldest son (because they were father and son, there was no point in running away from that and they understood that, although it seemed like the rest of the world didn't understand their relationship like they did.) was being a sweetheart in helping to take care of Jon, because Clark and Lois worked irregular hours and yes they could drop Jon off at school in the morning, but who the hell would pick the kid up in the afternoon and watch him until they got home for dinner? Take him to the dentist? The library? To the park to play with his friends? To school events? Well, Kon was doing that and damn Clark loved him so much.

So Kon asks: Hey can I invite a friend over tomorrow?

And of course he could, because it was Saturday, Jon would be home all day, Clark and Lois would be home at noon and Kon needed a break from being an 11 year old boy.

It starts with Tim, Clark arrives to find the third Robin on the couch playing video games with his kids, he doesn't even get scared, half the words Kon says in a day are Tim's name.

So the next week, Jon mentions spending the afternoon with Kon and Cassie Sandsmark at the park one day, having ice cream with Bart Allen the next and that on Friday they all got together at the skate park so Tim could teach him how to skate.

And Clark is fine, they are good kids, good heroes who are being babysat for free just to spend time with Kon and damn what good friends they are.

The following month he finds seven young people and his son making bracelets in his living room on Saturday night, the teenagers spend the night and Lois is simply in love with all of them and Clark too, because damn, they are good kids and excellent company.

Then before he knows it, Bart Allen has dinner with them once a week, Cissie King Jones gives celebrity gossip to the Planet, Tim Drake is at his house so many times a week that he starts helping Lois with journalistic cases (it's scary to see your wife and a malnourished teenager dismantling a corrupt company), Cassie Sandsmark starts talking to Clark about the Titans as if they were bar buddies and Clark complains about the League coming back, Greta Hayes sends them so many good handmade products that Lois drinks a different tea every day during the week without repeating the flavor and Anitta is very good with fashion, they all get exclusive pieces from her future brand.

("Tim will finance it," she told them when she explained why they were all using Clark's living room as a studio in the middle of the week. "But first, I need to get started, so everyone is working." and Clark sat down and helped, because his mother taught him many things and sewing was one of them, he taught Jon that afternoon.)

(He comments to Ma about the children and the woman just shrugs, saying that Kon's friends live on the farm too, she must have forgotten to tell Clark that they run in packs.)

("Except in Gotham, they don't come near Gotham," Ma tells him with a certain serious tone. "They hate that place and everything there that isn't Tim.")

One fine day, Clark is in the Tower on duty and then everything explodes because the Lantern Corps calls to warn that a ship identified from Earth is chasing a troop of mercenaries through space and when the image opens to show Impulse's ship flying by, Clark's first thought is "Damn, they're going to miss the premiere of the Cissie's new movie" and not a loud "What the fuck?" (Wally was kind enough to exclaim for everyone)

He just sighs and tells them to leave the kids alone, because they know what they're doing, the entire League starts screaming.

(Red Tornado looks at him knowingly, he says to Clark: Oh, they got you too.)

(Yes, they did.)

[izzyy-stuff]

𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑 - 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔

bsf!beomgyu x fem!reader

in which your roommate keeps going through your packages, so you decide your next order will get delivered to your best friend's place instead.

wc 3.9k

warnings pet names, best friends to ???, sex toy, mutual masturbation, fingering, oral, unprotected sex + creampie, overstimulation I might have forgotten some

You were lying in your bed, your back against the wall, and a book in your hands. After spending the whole day at your job, a calm evening with your favorite book was something you needed.

You looked up at the sound of something falling coming from the hallway. Your roommate, you assumed. 

“Are you okay there?” You called, carefully listening to see if she would answer. But instead, you saw the door of your room open in one swift motion, making your eyes widen. “I am stealing these two,” she proclaimed, holding up two red tops. Clothes you ordered, you realized. “No, you’re not,” you answered calmly, closing your book and putting it on your side. “Those are things I paid for.” 

“But they would look so cute on me!” She protested, putting one in front of her shirt to show you. “See? It fits me perfectly!” 

“Put it back into the box.” 

You saw her pout as she turned around, murmuring something you couldn’t hear. You shook your head in disbelief, reaching for your book again. “And stop going through my packages!” You yelled after her, only being met by a simple “Yeah” from her. 

You sighed, knowing you couldn’t count much on what she said. She would open your next package again, no matter what it was or if you told her not to. You didn’t know why she did that, but it had been months since she started, and you had no idea what to do with it. 

That was why you were at your best friend's apartment now, complaining about it while he sat in his gaming chair, only partly listening to what you were saying as he had his left earbud in his ear to hear the game on his screen, too. 

“I don’t know, just order it to my place,” he proclaimed, unbothered. You knew he didn't care about your rant at the moment. He was too focused on his game. “Nice!” He yelled as he killed another enemy. You flinched, unprepared for the scream. “Can’t you turn the game off for a minute and actually listen to me?” You mumbled, becoming annoyed at how you always had to compete with some computer game for his attention. 

“Sweetheart, this is League we are talking about. No, I cannot turn it off,” he shook his head as if he couldn’t believe you seriously asked him that. “I just need to finish this fight, and then you’ll have my full attention. Give me ten minutes, yeah?” 

“Sure, Gyu,” you mumbled back, looking down into your lap.

Beomgyu, your best friend, has been in your life since high school. You two grew to be inseparable over the years, going through thick and thin together, but there was still something you couldn’t get used to, no matter what. He loved calling you nicknames as if the two of you were dating. Things like sweetheart, love, and angel were something you heard almost every day, but it still got you flustered each time. 

“Okay, I am all yours now, angel,” Beomgyu turned around on his chair, taking out his earbud to prove his point. You glanced at his monitor, noticing he had won the game. You smiled slightly, your eyes falling on your best friend right after. “So as I was saying,” you started again. “She still keeps going through all my stuff. She is home more often than I am, so she always gets to it first, and then the next thing I know, my package is opened, and half my clothes are missing,” you huffed, fixing your hair so it wouldn’t get in front of your face. 

“Like I said, just get it shipped here. I don’t care as long as you will come to pick it up, and I don’t have to get it to you,” Beomgyu shrugged, his eyes following every movement of your hand as you tugged your hair behind your ears. “You wouldn’t mind? I swear I will try not to order that many things.” 

“Anything for you. You know that,” Beomgyu nodded, catching the redness in your cheeks as the words left his mouth. His lips formed a smirk, but he kept quiet. He knew the memory of you blushing at what he said wouldn't leave his mind anytime soon, though. 

And just like that, you started putting his address under all your orders. It didn't matter if you ordered new clothes, lingerie, or books, you always shipped it to his house because you knew he wouldn’t open it. No matter how much of a tease and asshole he was sometimes, he still had some respect for you. 

♡⸝⸝

You whined as you opened your eyes at the sound of new messages on your phone. Ready to curse out whoever was texting you, you grabbed your phone from under your pillow, closing your eyes again when the screen light almost blinded you. 

Beomgyu has sent you a voicemail. You read from your phone, scoffing. Of course, it was Beomgyu. Who else would bother you so early? You tiredly clicked the play button, putting your phone down next to you and closing your eyes again, deciding to go back to sleep right after listening to it. 

“So, first of all, good morning, angel,” he proclaimed, his raspy morning voice echoing through your room. You weren’t ready for that. Nothing could prepare you for how close he sounded. It felt as if he was lying right beside you, whispering those words in your ear. You found yourself whisper-moaning, his voice sending shivers all over your body. You were fucked. Or more like - you needed to be fucked. 

“Second of all, I just got one of your packages. It’s light, so I assume it’s some clothes? I know I usually let it be as it is until you decide to pick it up, but I will be close to your apartment later so I can drop it off,” he informed you, but if you were honest, you weren’t even listening to what he was saying. All you could think about now was how the word Angel rolled on his tongue and how you needed him to call you that in his morning voice again. 

“That’s all I need. Sorry if I woke you up. Just let me know if I should bring it or not, alright? Okay, I need to get ready. I’ll talk to you later, sweetheart.” 

You breathed out as the voicemail finished, your thighs rubbing together without you even noticing at first. It’s been a long time since you last had good sex. That must be why you were behaving like this. It had nothing to do with your best friend's voice and his habit of calling you nicknames. Definitely not. 

“Oh, for fucks sake, Beomgyu,” you whined, your eyes now opened as you reached into your top drawer. You hesitated as you grabbed your vibrator, glancing at your phone again. It was wrong. You knew you shouldn’t be horny from your best friend’s voice, but you couldn’t help it. 

You pressed play once again, your hand slowly sliding into your pajama shorts as he greeted you good morning. You were wet already, and it was all thanks to his stupid hot voice. You whined as your finger carefully thrusted into your cunt, trying to turn on the vibrator with your other hand but failing miserably. “Fuck, what now?” You grunted, glancing at the toy. “No, no, no, do not die on me now,” you cried, seeing as it refused to turn on. It wasn’t that long since you charged it, so you knew there wasn’t a problem with that. 

You threw it aside, giving up on trying to figure it out as the voicemail came to an end again. It was too short. Not only Beomgyu's voice note but also your fingers. You needed something more. 

An hour later, you were back in your bed. After finally managing to finish on your fingers, you went to take a shower before you ran off to your room, taking your laptop. You scrolled for a little longer than you had expected you would before you finally found a new sex toy you liked. You knew you needed to buy the rose toy right after stumbling upon it. 

You hesitated as you started filling out the shipping address, biting your bottom lip. You knew you couldn’t have it delivered to your apartment. It would be a disaster if your roommate got to the package before you, but sending it to Beomgyu didn’t sound much better. After everything that happened in the morning, you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to ship it to his place. 

Still, you wrote down his address. In the worst-case scenario, you would blush as he handed you the package. There was nothing worse that could happen.

Or so you thought. 

“Yes, angel?” Your best friend asked immediately as he picked up your call. You cleared your throat, almost forgetting everything you wanted to say the moment he spoke. “Uhm, about the clothes. You don’t have to get it to me today,” you proclaimed, glancing at your laptop. “I just ordered another thing, so I’ll pick it up on Friday.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind taking it to you, really.” 

“It’s fine, Gyu,” you shook your head. “I’ll come get it on Friday.” 

“Okay,” he nodded, deciding it wasn’t worth it to convince you. “We can do our movie night then too, what do you think? Instead of Saturday if you’re already going to be here,” Beomgyu suggested. 

“Why not?” You agreed, smiling when he started telling you about a movie he already had in mind. This was how you two were supposed to be. Friends who talk about unimportant things on a call. Not lovers or anything similar. That was the last time you got off to his voice. You told yourself confidently. You had to get rid of whatever weird crush on your best friend you were getting. 

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Beomgyu groaned as he saw his character die, his head hitting the back of his chair. Nothing was going his way today. It was already the third game he lost, and Soobin’s laugh wasn’t helping much. “Man, you suck today.” Beomgyu rolled his eyes at him, about to press ready again when his doorbell rang. “Well, good thing I am ending for today then.” 

“Hey, don’t get pouty now. Let’s keep playing,” Soobin tried to stop him from leaving, but the next thing he knew, Beomgyu was already off the game. “You’re not seriously pissed, are you?” 

“No,” Beomgyu shook his head, disconnecting his headphones and taking his phone with Soobin still on the call to the door. “But someone is at the door, and my girl is coming later, remember?” 

“She is not your girl,” Soobin reminded him. “She basically is,” the younger male argued immediately. “Anyways, I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Soobin shook his head at him. “At least make a move on her if you want to call her your girl.” With a quick “Mhm,” Beomgyu hung up the call, putting his phone into his pocket as he opened the front door, being met by the delivery guy. 

“Y/n y/l?” The older male asked, looking up from the package at the boy. “That’s my girlfriend,” Beomgyu proclaimed, reaching his hand towards the package. “Do you need me to sign anything?” 

“No, no need,” the delivery guy shook his head, tilting his head as he looked at Beomgyu. “I guess not all young guys can fulfill their girlfriend’s needs,” he laughed, handing him the box. 

Beomgyu stared at him confusedly, not saying anything as the older male left. He had to blink a few times to get back to reality, closing the front door again. He looked down at the box in his hands, and then, it hit him. He noticed the shop’s name written right above his address, scoffing. You were unbelievable, sending sex toys to his house as if it was nothing. He was sure you were crazy. 

He sat on the couch in his living room, putting his phone on a speaker and placing it next to him so he would have his hands empty. You picked up almost immediately, creating a smirk on his face as he tore open the box. 

“Is this what’s popular now?” He wondered, the sound catching your attention immediately. “A rose toy? Is that what you’re into?” He continued, making your eyes widen. “Beomgyu, what are you doing?” You asked, a wave of anxiety rushing through your whole body. “Calling you, what else,” Beomgyu answered, and you swore you could see the smirk on his face. “We agreed I would call you when your package arrives so you can come over. So I am calling.” 

“You should come fast. I am curious how this one works,” Beomgyu mumbled, hanging up on you before you could say anything else. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hid your head in your hands. Why did he have to open that box from all the possible ones you had sent to his house?? You whined, having no idea what to expect from him. He always made fun of you. That was somehow his love language, so surely he didn’t mean he was curious for real, right? You’d like to believe that was the case. 

♡⸝⸝

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you knocked on the familiar door, more nervous than when you came to his place for the first time. It didn’t take much longer for your best friend to open the door for you, a grin on his face. 

“Do not look at me like that,” you warned him, feeling hotter the more you looked at him, his dark eyes staring into yours. “I am not looking at you anyhow, sweetheart,” he grinned even more, making you scoff as you walked past him inside. You were too nervous to look at him any longer. 

“Whatever, I am just going to get my stuff and leave,” you mumbled, noticing your box with clothes next to his couch. “Where’s…” You started, sighing. “The other thing?” You turned around to face him, your eyes widening when you saw him holding up your new sex toy. “Fuck, Beomgyu, give it to me,” you tried to take it away from him immediately, but he only raised his hand higher, taking advantage of the fact that he was taller than you. “Wish you said that in a different context,” he leaned down to your ear, sending shivers all over your body. 

“Shut up,” you blurted out, knowing your face was red like a tomato. “Make me,” Beomgyu smirked, not taking his eyes off you. “You’re crazy,” you mumbled, stepping back so you wouldn’t be as close to him anymore. “I am crazy? Isn’t this exactly what you wanted when you sent a sex toy to me?” 

“N-No!” You stuttered, suddenly questioning what was going through your mind when you ordered it. He was right. You were the crazy one here. “I just didn’t want my roommate to open it because it would be embarrassing!” 

“But I opened it instead.” 

“And you’re an ass for that,” you stated, taking a step forward again when you saw his hand slowly falling down at your words. However, when he registered your movement, his hand was in the air again, only causing you to jump at him. “Maybe I am,” he nodded, his empty hand wrapping around your waist and bringing you even closer to himself so your bodies were now touching. “But it’s your fault.” 

“I didn’t do anything,” you protested. “Actually, it’s your fault. You are the reason why I had to order it,” you proclaimed, poking Beomgyu in his chest. “If it wasn’t for your stupid voice and-” you closed your mouth again, swallowing everything you wanted to say next when you saw his eyes. You realized he wasn’t joking when he said he was curious how the toy worked. His eyes had written all over them that he wanted to fuck you. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he breathed out, and the next thing you knew, his lips were pressed on yours, his grip on your waist tightening to make sure you wouldn’t run away. 

You froze for a second, trying to figure out what was happening, before your hand found its way to the back of his neck, bringing him even closer as you kissed him back. You started moving to the back, keeping his lips on yours. You quickly pulled away, glancing behind yourself to find the couch with your eyes before you kissed him again. “Mhm, bed,” he mumbled against your lips when he noticed you were trying to walk to the sofa. “Please,” he added. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this for,” Beomgyu whispered, now hovering over you on his bed, his lips unable to leave yours. Your sex toy was placed on his desk right after you went into his room, long forgotten by now. Or you thought it was. “The toy, love, please,” he begged as his lips moved to your neck. “Show me how you use it,” he said, making you moan as he sucked on your sensitive spot. “Need to see you.” 

His hands slowly moved under your shirt, getting to your back so he could unbutton your bra. You quickly caught up on his actions, pulling up your shirt and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Beomgyu took down his shirt right after you, your eyes falling on his torso. “Like what you see?” He chuckled, his eyes landing on your chest as you took down your bra. “I could ask you the same,” you smirked. “God, I absolutely do,” he nodded. 

You hesitated, biting your bottom lip as you looked at him. “You want me to show you the rose?” You finally asked, as if you didn’t already know his answer. You saw his eyes lit up as he got off the bed, rushing to his table to grab the sex toy again. “More than anything,” he answered as he returned to you. 

You sat up, your back against his wall now. “Okay,” you nodded after giving it another thought. “I wanna see you too, though.” 

“See what?” 

“How you masturbate,” you piped quietly, immediately regretting it when you saw the smirk on his face. “Your wish is my command,” he smiled, sitting down on the other side of the bed so he would be facing you. 

“Fuck, Gyu,” you moaned out, your legs now stretched apart as you held the rose vibrator on your clit, your head thrown back from all the pressure. “Mhm, angel, just a little bit more,” Beomgyu groaned, his cock in his hands as he kept his eyes on you and your cunt. “I’ll make you feel even better,” he proclaimed, making you clench around nothing. 

“Gyu, need you right now,” you cried, making him chuckle as he sped up his hand movement, getting closer to finishing. “Almost there,” he groaned. Beomgyu needed to be inside you probably even more than you needed him, but he said he would show you how he masturbates, so he needed to finish what he started first. 

You heard him moan your name and knew that was his end. As if it was a signal for you, you came at the same time Beomgyu did, catching your breath as you threw the toy on the other side of the bed, knowing there was something even better coming your way now.  

“Beomgyu, please,” you begged him, not caring that your legs were already shaking. You just needed him. “I am here, angel,” he assured you, placing his lips on yours again. You whined when he pulled away, his hands grabbing onto your knees as he opened your legs properly. 

Before you could even register his movements, his head was facing your pussy, his fingers sliding between your folds. You gasped when you felt him thrust two fingers into you, his tongue on your clit right away, sucking on it as if his life depended on it. Your lewd sounds filled the room soon after, his head buried in your cunt as he ate you out, making you cum for the second time. 

“Beom- ah,” you moaned again, drunk on the pleasure you were feeling thanks to him. You wanted to pull away from him, unable to continue for much longer, but he held onto your waist, pulling you back to him when you tried to run away, keeping his nose in your wetness as he kept tongue-fucking you. “God, do that sound again,” he groaned into your pussy. “It’s- It’s too much,” you cried. 

“I need your cock inside, Gyu,” you moaned when nothing else seemed to work on him. He refused to pull away from your cunt, no matter how much you already squirted. Finally, he looked up at you, catching his breath. “I don’t think I have any condoms. Let me do this for you instead,” he mumbled, his head between your thighs before you could even say anything. “Fuck,” you groaned. “Go raw.” 

And suddenly, he was up again, his eyes sparkling. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Just please, fuck me already.” 

Beomgyu held onto your ankles, pulling you down so you would be lying down instead of sitting, hovering over you, just admiring your body before his lips found their way to yours again while he gave his cock a few pumps, getting himself ready. “Hold them up, yeah?” He said, pushing your knees to your chest. 

He aligned his tip with your hole, his precum leaking down your cunt onto the bed sheets. “I am going in,” he stated, making sure you were ready as he thrust his hips towards you. You moaned out immediately, not expecting him to push in his whole length. “Beomgyu!” You gasped as he sped up his thrusts, your eyes rolling back. You were right before. Your fingers were definitely little compared to his cock. 

“Fuck, you feel so tight,” he groaned, his hips slapping against your ass. Your mouth was wide open now, your sounds filling the room again. Your pussy clenched around the cock inside you, feeling every vein of his. “Need to fill you up already.” 

“Fuck, Gyu. I am going to cum.” Beomgyu’s grip on your waist became tighter as he kept you in your place. “I am almost there, too,” he said, his moans mixing with yours as he felt your cum on his cock. It took him a few more thrusts as he chased his orgasm before releasing inside you, his cum mixing with yours. 

You whined as he pulled out of you, letting go of your knees. Your legs fell on the bed immediately, shaking as the mixture of your and Beomgyu’s cum leaked out of your hole. “That was…” you breathed out. 

“Amazing,” he finished instead of you, making you nod. 

“Are you staying for the night?” Your best friend asked, lying down next to you, still naked, as he stared at the ceiling. You turned your head towards him, your eyes carefully observing every part of his face. “If you want,” you mumbled, making him turn his head towards you, too. 

For a moment there, when his eyes gazed into yours, a quiet “please” escaping his lips, you caught yourself wanting more than just a friendship from him. You needed him. On a whole different level than what a best friend could give you.

⋆✶ izzy's tags @beomiracles @seoulzie ✶⋆

↪ Izzy speaks… it's 5 minutes before midnight right now, and I only proofread vaguely, but when I already finished it, I wanted to publish it too, so here it is

[enwoso]

Cute lil blurb idea we know alessia is one of the faces of adidas. Alessia getting gifted a pair of her own boots as well as a Lovie sized pair and Lovie wants to wear them all the time and wear her hair up like alessias because she says she’s dressed as mummy

mirrored | alessia russo x child!reader

grumpy universe

it was an average wednesday, alessia was carrying you into the arsenal training ground her hands filled with her bag and your bag. you still being half asleep after falling back asleep on the car journey there as alessia made her way through the long corridors and towards the changing room.

not before being stopped by a memeber of staff, "alessia there's a box that's got your new boots in" he smiled as he passed the blonde in the corridor. alessia calling out a thank you as she headed still towards the changing room.

"right lovie are you just going to sit and watch your ipad?" your mummy asked as you hummed pulling your blanket further up to your face. alessia pushing the door to the changing room with her foot as she headed inside, most of the girls being there already and starting to change into their training gear.

alessia placed you down on the bench near her locker as you got yourself comfy, your mummy quickly propping your ipad up and putting something on for you to watch knowing you'd be content until you came around and woke up properly.

alessia sat down and took a breathe, it being the first one she'd properly been able to take this morning after having to rush around after pressing snooze one too many times this morning.

"this yours, less?" alessia turned to where the voice was coming from, it was lotte pointing to a big brown box that was sat next to alessia.

the blonde nodding, "yeah it's new boots for the rest of the season."

"you not gonna open them? looks like they've sent enough for the next season too" lotte joked looking at the size of the box, it definitely not being the smallest box. alessia humming as she too was wondering why the box was so abnormally large. there was only supposed to be three pairs of boots in there.

"they said they were only sending three pairs-" alessia paused as she lifted the box onto her lap, ripping open the seal on the cardboard box, a loud noise echoing the room as she did so.

"oo they aren't they nice" alessia mumbled under her breath as she looked at the boots, a smile creeping on her face. it was always fun getting new kit, the excitement of unboxing them.

"what's in that one?" lotte pointed to the small adidas box which definitely didn't have boots in as it was too small. the blonde shrugged picking them up from inside the large brown box they'd been shipped in.

opening the box, there was a greeting card on top. 'toughness in tiny packages!'

a little quirk of the eyebrow as alessia looked towards lotte who just shrugged urging the blonde to just open the box.

moving the white tissue paper covering the item was a small pair of boots, just like the ones they'd sent alessia but in a size that would fit you.

"oh my god, she's gonna love these" alessia pouted taking in the small boots as she turned them around getting a full feel of the pair of green fusion with the three stripes being a purple colour.

they were almost identical to the ones alessia had just been given to use for the remainder of the season, they had even put your name on the side in small white letters.

a small pout on alessia face as her heart was melting at the cuteness of them, "there class them" lotte complimented as alessia showed her best friend where they'd even put your name on them.

alessia gushed over the small boots along with the other sets of clothes adidas had sent you to wear that matched your mummy. alessia decided to wait until you were in a better mood to show you them. knowing it would get a better reaction than the tired reaction she would get if she showed them to you now.

morning training had finished and the team was ready to go to lunch, you'd been waiting inside. playing with winnie for the morning, you even getting to take the club dog for a walk around the inside of the training ground.

"lovie, c'mere" your mummy called you over as you were laid out on the floor with win, as you watched your ipad. winnie guarding over you protectively.

you perking up at the sound of her voice, pushing yourself off the floor and toward your mum. leaving win to watch your ipad.

you walked over you to your mummy as had a big smile on her face, lifting you up when you got closer. "i've got something to show you"

your eyebrows knitted together, "what is it" you asked curiously. as you began to guess things as your mummy carried you to wherever this thing was that she had to show you.

"no lovie it unfortunately isn't a unicorn but i think it's just as good!" your mummy let out a chuckle at your strange suggestions as you got lost in thought — what was better than a unicorn?

alessia took you back into the locker room where she’d left the packages, placing you to sit on the bench as she grabbed the brown boxes from her locker before handing them to you.

you looked at the box that was now on your lap it easy being nearly the size of you, as you hesitantly looked up towards your mum. one thing you did know is that there definitely wasn’t a unicorn in there..

“open it lovie” your mummy encouraged as you opened the box, discarding the wrapping to one side as you rummaged around before finally lifting up the boot.

a gasp escaping you as you looked at the football boots, a big grin plastered across your face as you jumped up to hug your mummy’s leg. maybe matching boots were cooler than a unicorn.

“mummy there exactly like yours!” your called out holding the boot in the air as if it was a trophy a giggle coming from your mummy’s leg at your excitement.

“i can be like you now!” you continued, as you looked at the two boots as your mummy sat down next to you showing that they had your name on the side, you being in utter awe and for once lost for words, for a short amount of time.

“i wear them now!” you asked as alessia nodded knowing it would put a damper on your mood if she hadn’t let you. “you put my hair like yours too!” you asked pointing to the thick plait that was in your mummy’s pony tail — you wanting the exact same.

your mummy did as you asked plaiting your pony tail that your hair had been scraped back into this morning, alessia putting your little fly aways back in place as you put your boots on. trying your best to lace them but you hadn’t mastered that yet so you left it for your mummy to do.

“all done lovie!” your mummy patted your feet as she finished lacing your boot up, a grin not leaving your face. “gosh it’s like looking in the mirror-“

you were stood looking in the mirror that was built into the wall in the locker room, your mummy stood behind you and if anyone had of walked in it would ah e looked like alessia had duplicated a smaller version of herself.

“should we show the girls?” your mummy asked as you nodded rushing off back to the canteen where most of the girls would be, alessia following suit.

"woah, less is that you?" beth joked as she knelt down to your height as you came in the room just before your mummy, you dressed exactly like her.

"no bethy! it's me!" you squealed correcting beth as she let out a loud laugh. alessia coming through the double doors.

"silly me, i just couldn't tell you apart you look just like your mum!"

[ginsdelusions]

I absolutely adored your recent Mydei x Reader fic based off the Odyssey. It’s beautiful and one of my favorites so far.

I wanna ask if you can write a piece from Mydei’s POV? Like his reaction to learning from his son that his wife is being forced to pick a suitor in his absence because everyone thinks he’s dead (I assume it was his son who told him about this based off what happens in the Odyssey).

Hi! I am so glad to hear that!! I took some creative liberty regarding Mydei and his son’s meeting since neither the original Odyssey nor the Epic: the Musical versions fit the first fic I made nor the character of Mydei imo. I definitely think I should mention that I did not play the Amphoreus quests yet, so everything I know about Mydei is from fellow fics, edits and his googled voice lines ✨ I hope that this is what you were hoping for <3 For reference, this can be read as a prequel to this piece

It’s been twenty years. Twenty years of suffering, trials, tribulations and most importantly, 20 years away from home. Away from you. Away from his son. How much had he changed? Would you reject him after knowing what he’d done? Would you be appalled by his change? Would you refuse him as your husband? All these questions remained unanswered, and he was uncertain about the future. He was certain about one thing, though - his love for you had never changed. You were the only thing keeping him grounded, his resolve.

And finally, after 20 years of agony, waiting and voyaging, he had returned. The King of Castrum Kremnos himself, Mydeimos the Strife. He had returned.

Heavy, metallic footsteps guided him off the ship. New scars adorned his body, new experience had gathered in his mind, and new strength had fuelled his strife, as he walked toward the city he left behind, heading toward the castle. As he walked through his rightful kingdom, he noticed how the stadium was fully crowded. Peculiar.

Golden eyes caught a hooded figure’s eyes on himself. Stopping his march, the king’s eyes caught his follower’s. “Come down and reveal yourself”, he rasped. The figure jumped down from its hideout, weapon drawn. “State your name and your business”, Mydei’s gaze pierced through the person, the sharply armoured hands clenched themselves into fists as he put himself into a fighting stance.

The hooded figure seemed to hesitate for a moment, before the hood was removed. Mydei’s breath hitched. ‘Could this be..?’ His sun-like eyes were met with equally golden ones. Before him stood a man, around 20 years old, quite tall, with a toned built and hair looking just like his own. His features resembled his own, but reflected another person’s as well. The Queen’s.

Surprise and disbelief mirrored themselves in their eyes.

“Father?”

“Son?”

The young prince did not know what to say, or how to react. Neither did his father. So many things happened, so many tales untold, so many years wasted without one another. But now, it all had changed.

“All my life I would’ve died to know you. I’ve thought about your name and your stories. For 20 years, I’ve dreamt of how I’d greet you… yet, now that this moment has finally arrived.. I.. don’t quite know what to say”, the man stuttered. Mydei looked at him, his fiery gaze loving. “My son.. I am proud to see that you’ve grown so much. There has not been a day that I have not thought about you. There is so much I wish to say to you, so many tales that I wish to share, and so many more I wish to hear from you-”, the king was interrupted by some quiet roars coming from the stadium, screaming about the queen.

Mydei looked at his son concerned, “What was that just now?” “The challenge within the stadium”, the younger one lowered his gaze. “What challenge? Where is your mother? Telemachus, what is going on here?”, Mydei’s tone was steady, an eerie mixture of calm and calculating, reminiscent of the calm before a storm.

He looked up at his father. “Mother… she refused to betray you. The council has deemed you dead. They’ve been trying to pressure her into choosing another suitor.” Of all the things that he expected to have happened, that was not it. “Deemed me dead, huh? Even though they know that their king is immortal”, Mydei clicked his tongue disapprovingly, as silent rage channelled itself within him. “At first she managed to delay it by claiming that she will once she finishes weaving her shroud”, a chuckle left Telemachus’ throat. “Only that she kept unweaving all the work she did once night fell.” Mydei’s gaze was fond, and the corners of his mouth moved upward. ‘That’s my wife.’ “Smart as always.”

“Another while later, they started pestering her again. As a last resort, she’d arranged a challenge, which would only take place once all other options have been exhausted. Whoever can wield your spear and slice evenly through 12 targets cleanly in a single strike shall rule alongside her. That challenge is.. currently taking place.” Upon hearing this, the warrior started laughing. The roars from the arena got louder. “To think that these bastards pressured my wife into this… I must admit, they are daring. But my, my… I would lie if I claimed that she was not meant to be a Queen.”

The commotion had worsened by now; an outburst of pure anger and rage consumed the stadium. Mydei looked at his son. “Telemachus, lead me to your mother. Let us show the Queen that her long awaited husband has returned.”