#don’t mention me ignoring liam

[httpiastri]

fuck marry kill; clem, oscar, and liam

i don’t understand why i thought i would do this… i can’t kill anyone of these….. let alone choose one not to marry 😭😭 can i pick oscar to kill just because i chose to marry him in the last one?? no i can’t kill him :(( those sweet brown eyes :((( i will always marry oscar… and i guess i’ll say i’ll fuck clem but only because i’m still not over the freaking video of him that he recorded in his bed !!! because if i fuck him then maybe i can please wake up there with him ??????

[merrybloomwrites]

When You're Lost, Just Look For Me

Summary: You’re not always good at asking for what you need. Luckily your bandmates know when you need a little extra love and are there to support you.

Word Count: 2.5K

CW: mentions of: neglectful family, periods, little bit of online hate

This story is set in the 1D days, and therefore Liam is a main character just like the other boys. Wanted to give a heads up in case anyone wants to avoid stories with him in it.

AN: When the news broke last week I wasn’t sure if I was going to continue writing, and really didn’t know what I would write about if I did. But then Passing Contact doubled in notes so I took that as a hint that it’s what people might want to read right now. So I decided to write a part 2 in hopes that it can help people in any way.

I have a couple other ideas for stories of reader x one direction that would also take place back when they were touring, but if you have any requests please let me know

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It’s a day off in a random hotel room in a random city in the United States. Of that you’re sure. But you're not sure of much else at the moment. 

You’re thinking back to the past few days. You’d messed up your backing vocals on stage, and had to re-record your parts for the next album because you just could not get it right. Numerous rumors were being spread about you being spotted with random boys, leading to renewed comments calling you all kinds of nasty things. 

You’re still in your pajamas, which you realize somehow consist of a pair of Louis’ sweatpants, one of Zayn's t-shirts, and a sweatshirt Liam had given you a week ago that you have yet to return. You think about texting one of them to come hang out, but you don’t want your glum mood to bring them down. Instead you turn on the TV and wrap yourself in all your blankets. 

It’s what you always did as a child when you were sad. Your family was never open with their emotions, and affection made them uncomfortable. From a young age you knew that going to your parents for comfort would end with rejection. So you’d learned how to comfort yourself. 

The blanket nest barely does its job today, and you’re still lost in your thoughts of self doubt when a knock at the door startles you. 

For a second you think about ignoring it, but odds are the person knocking wouldn’t just go away. So you pull yourself up and open the door, seeing Niall there waiting for you. 

“Hey, haven’t heard from you today, wanted to see what you’re up to,” he says. 

You’re hit with a wave of embarrassment, not wanting to admit that you've been wallowing all day. 

“Just taking it easy,” you reply, “Catching up on sleep.” It’s believable enough, none of you sleep too well on the bus and this is your first hotel bed in over a week. 

“I hear ya, think I slept twelve hours straight,” Niall says with a laugh. 

Knowing that he’s hoping for an invitation you step aside and motion your arm, silently asking him to join you in your room. You glance around quickly, glad to see everything is neat except the bed. You hope that he doesn’t judge the mess of blankets, and considering he just kicks off his shoes and climbs into your bed, you assume he’s fine with it. 

“What are we watching?” Is his next question so you sit on the other side of the bed and pass him the remote, allowing him to scroll through the channels until he finds some nature show that looks mildly interesting. 

You stare at the screen but you’re not focusing on it. You’re more focused on Niall just a couple feet away from you. 

During a celebration after the first tour, where you’d all indulged a bit with some drinks, you’d let slip about your family and your reluctance when it comes to physical affection. They listened and then made it a goal to help you be more comfortable with hugs, and hand holding, and all kinds of friendly contact. 

And it was nice. You’d always known that babies could be touch deprived, but you’d learned that adults can be starved for human touch as well. There was no doubt that you fell into this category, so getting random bouts of touch and affection from your band members had been healing in a way.

But lately things have been so crazy that everyone has been focusing on themselves. Plus you’re older now, not the teens that you were when you started the band. As people in your early twenties, the casual physical affection has dwindled. 

The boys seem to be coping with this, as though they haven’t even realized that the group hugs and cuddle piles have stopped. But you’ve noticed. And you’ll be the first to admit that you miss it. 

Now especially, with all this stress and disappointment weighing you down, you can’t help but desire a hug, one so tight that you can just burrow into one of the boys for a little while and feel safe and loved. 

But even though Niall is right there, you can’t bring yourself to ask. You can’t even move closer and get rid of the space between you. Because it was always the boys initiating the contact. You’re nervous to try, terrified that you might get rejected. 

Niall can tell something is going on with you, but he’s not sure what. He’s never been the best at navigating other people’s emotions so he calls in backup by sending a text to Harry who arrives a little bit later. He brings lunch with him, and you’re grateful for that since you’ve barely eaten all day. 

The three of you sit together at the table to eat. The food is good, and you’re grateful that Niall and Harry are talking to each other because you don’t have much to add right now. You don’t realize the way they’re watching you, communicating their worry through pointed looks. 

When lunch is done you all head back to the bed and put on a movie. You’re sitting against the headboard, Niall on your left and Harry on your right. And somehow, they’re still not touching you. At this point you’d take a brush of their arm against yours. Anything to help you feel less alone. And yet, you can’t bring yourself to lean closer to either of them. It’s maddening. 

“Y/N,” Harry says, catching your attention.

“Yea?”

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing,” you reply, not even sure why you’re lying to him.

“We know something is bothering you,” Niall adds. 

You take a breath before spilling everything that’s been going on. They listen and reassure you and while you do feel better after talking with them, there’s still that part of you that’s so on edge.

“What do you need?” Harry asks.

You think about it for a moment and say, “What I need is for people to stop judging me.”

“That’s a fair point. But I want to know what you need right now. From us.” Harry says.

The thing is, he knows the answer. He’s already aware of what would make you feel better. But he wants you to say it. He wants you to be comfortable to voice your needs with him and the other boys. 

Finally you blurt out, “I just need a hug.”

“That’s not it,” Harry says.

Now you’re confused. It’s what you want. You tapped into all your bravery to even say that. And now he’s telling you that’s not right?

“You want something more than that. Need something more than that,” he adds. 

You think about it for a moment and you realize that he’s right. A little hug isn’t going to cut it.

“I need someone to hold me,” you say quietly. “I need to be held.”

Neither boy hesitates now, and you end up tucking into Harry's side with Niall wrapping around you. They hold you tight, hands gently rubbing your back or arms to soothe you. 

It’s not often that you allow yourself to cry, but you do now. You heave out a sob and feel their arms tighten around you. They stay like that until your sobs turn into tears before finally drying up. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly once you’ve calmed down fully. 

“Of course, YN,” Niall says. “We’re always here for you. Whatever you need.”

“We’re in this together,” Harry adds. “And we take care of each other. Always.”

Their kindness, and comfort has you feeling so much better, but you remain in their hold just a bit longer. It feels so nice to have this type of physical contact after so long without it. 

The three of you eventually get cleaned up and join the rest of the boys for dinner. You end the day feeling so much better than you did at the start, and you know it’s thanks to these boys you call family. 

But despite how nice it felt to be held, thoughts of doubt and embarrassment fill your mind in the weeks that follow. When you look back at that afternoon you first think about how good it felt. And then you begin to feel weak that you even needed to be babied in the first place. 

You vow to be stronger in the future and not ask for that again. They have their own things, they don’t need to be taking care of you too. At least, that’s what your parents had always said. 

Tour continues, and one night you all have to stay at the venue for a while after the show. Security said something about it being unsafe to travel just yet, but you were too tired to listen to the details. 

After more than an hour of hanging out backstage you finally get the all clear to head out. But in that time you’d practically fallen asleep on the sofa. You have zero desire to get up so you sleepily raise your arms and look at Liam who’s standing before you and say, “Carry me.”

He chuckles, and a sweet smile appears on his face. Without even saying a word he leans down and slides an arm behind your back, the other under your knees to scoop you up bridal style. You sling one arm around his neck and hold on as he adjusts his grip to make sure you are secure. 

Once back on the bus he tucks you in, straightening your extra blanket and placing your stuffed cat in your arms. He runs a gentle hand through your hair until you fall asleep, once again feeling so safe and loved. 

A couple weeks later your period hits, and for some reason this month is especially bad. It’s day two of non stop cramps, and as much as you try to keep this a secret from the boys, they always know when you’re feeling particularly bad. 

Louis is the one to find you curled up on the couch. He brings chocolate, pain relievers, and some tea that’s supposed to help. You’d never heard of it before, but apparently his sisters swear by it. 

When nothing helps right away he lays down with you. His hand goes to your stomach and begins to rub, somehow soothing more than just the pain. Once your cramps finally go away you turn so that you're facing Louis. You tuck your head under his chin and he puts his arm around your waist to keep you close. 

It should be strange, being so close to him. But it just feels right, just like it does with the other boys. You let yourself enjoy the comfort as Louis’ hand rubs gentle circles on your back. 

Not only are your cramps gone, but the feelings of sadness and anxiety that usually come with your period are gone too, all thanks to Louis’ compassion and gentleness. 

A few days later you're sleeping in your bunk when a nightmare hits. It’s one that you used to get all the time, but now only comes when you’re extra exhausted or stressed. And with it being the last couple weeks of tour, you’re both of those things. 

You wake up gasping, adrenaline coursing through your body. You hoped that you were quiet and didn’t wake anyone else, but a moment later Zayn appears and asks if you’re alright. 

“I’m fine,” you reply. “Just a dream. I’m good now.”

But of course these boys can read you like a book. And Zayn immediately knows you’re not fine. 

“Scooch over,” he says, and you listen. As soon as there’s room he climbs in the bunk with you. He lays on his back and pulls you so your head is resting on his chest. 

You get comfy but you can’t help but feel bad. These bunks are small, uncomfortable for just one person. Definitely cramped with two.  

“You don’t have to stay. I’ll be fine,” you say. 

“Nonsense. No one should be alone when they don’t have to,” he replies. 

You can't argue with that. The two of you hold each other close and fall into a peaceful sleep. He’s still there when you wake up in the morning and you snuggle closer, taking advantage of his comforting touch. 

When tour ends you’re a weird mixture of relieved and sad. It had been exhausting, but so wonderful. 

And you have to admit to yourself that you’re going to miss the boys. It’s only a couple of weeks apart before you come back together, but you’ll be back home with your family during that time. 

And you’re realizing that they’re not really family to you. 

Zayn, Niall, Louis, Liam, and Harry are your family. They care for you in ways your own parents never did. And you’re going to miss that while you’re all back home. 

The boys know how you feel about going to stay with your family. That’s why they plan a night in rather than going out to party. You have some drinks and pizza, and spend the evening reminiscing about the past months you had together. 

The later it gets, the more glum you feel. You know the goodbyes are coming soon, and that puts a damper on your mood. 

Liam’s the first to notice how quiet you’ve gotten. He sits next to you on the couch and gently nudges you with his shoulder. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks. 

You don’t want to bring down the party, but you can’t ignore his pleading eyes so you reply, “I’m just going to miss you guys.”

He nods but continues to look at you, knowing there’s more to it. Sighing you add, “And you guys are so happy and so warm. At home everyone’s cold and distant.”

“What can we do to help?” He asks. A memory pops into your head. Another hotel room when you were feeling down. You know exactly what you need. And you’re no longer scared or embarrassed to ask for it. 

“I need to be held,” you say. 

“I think we can do that,” Liam says before once again picking you up and announcing, “Cuddle party on the bed!”

He gently tosses you onto the plush king bed and in no time you’re surrounded by your boys. That’s how the six of you sleep that night, all snuggled together in one big pile. 

You’ve never before felt so safe, so loved. And you’ll forever be grateful for the opportunity you received that brought you close to these boys. Because they are the ones who taught you what love truly feels like.

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AN: While I was working on this a butterfly landed next to me and stuck around for a while. Brought me a bit of peace.

To my readers, I hope you’re all doing okay, and if you need someone to talk to know that I’m here and willing to talk!

[rebelelegance]

Stars and Scars

Planet drummer!reader Part two - of Back to You

Summary: It’s been 8 months. You’re on tour and Zayn finally decides to talk to you. TW: Toxic/abusive parents and slight mentions of self harm Pairing: One direction boys x fem!reader A/N: I guess it’s time we bring this baby back up! I do not own any of the characters except reader and her parents. These are fake scenarios and certain things will be tweaked a little to fit the story line. Tags: @st-ev-ie @lovecarsgoingvroom @exclusiverinaa

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Your phone was buzzing, over and over, the name flashing on your screen. The room was dead silent as the boys watched your face. You hadn’t been home in 8 months. You’d ignored all the angry texts and calls for the first couple of months. After your first show, you’d finally answered their call. Only to be yelled at and hung up on. And now they were calling you again. You didn’t go back home that night. You’d caught on to the beat pretty quick and after practicing for a few hours, you had decided you wanted to stay. Not just because you were excited to go on tour with the boys, but because you felt…normal around them. And safe. And wanted. So you stayed. You went back the next day when you knew your parents were at work, packed everything that you thought was important, and never looked back.

And now here you were. Staring at the screen as “Mom” flashed on it, nervously wringing your hands and bouncing your leg. “Y/N-” Zayn whispered, watching your face carefully. “Love, you should answer it. We’re right here. We’ll drag you out if it goes south. We promise,” Harry soothed, the other boys humming in agreement. You looked at them, then back at your screen, breathing out slowly as you reached for your phone. Hands shaking, you answered it, placing it on speaker and leaving it on the table. “Hello?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Y/N. When are you coming back home?” your mother asked. Her voice was rigid, and too calm and collected for your comfort. No ‘how are you’ or ‘where are you’. “Why?” you asked, anger and pain building up inside you. You felt Zayn put his hand on your thigh, and rub it gently. You put your hand on his, and he took it into both hands, rubbing his finger over your knuckles. It was something he used to do for you before he left for the X-Factor. He still remembered.

“What do you mean why? We are your family. You better be back tomorrow. I don’t care if you’ve found your calling or whatever quote you’re gonna throw at me. We will not allow this. Get your mind out of the gutter and get back, and maybe we’ll forgive you for being so selflish.”

And the line disconnected.

You froze. Staring at the phone. Zayn’s grip on your hand tightened, gently pulling you towards him, until your head was resting on his shoulder, one arm wrapped around you as the other held on to your hand, his head leaning on yours gently. Before you even understood what was happening, the boys had gotten up from their seats, surrounding you. Harry hugged you from the other side, his head resting on your shoulder, Liam and Louis sat in front of you, hands and chins resting on your knees, as Niall hugged you from behind, pulling Harry and Zayn even closer to you in the process.

And for the first time in months, your tears overflowed. As empty as you felt because of your parents. Your friends made you feel more at home than you ever had. After a few minutes of quiet comfort, you started to sit up right, the boys moving away a little bit, to give you some space. “They can do whatever they want. I’m not going back.” You declared. No one said a word. You stood up. “Excuse me. I need a minute.”

—----------------------------------------- Harry was worried about you. He knew the others were too but he just couldn’t get himself to do anything. You hadn’t eaten, and no one even knew where you were. Except him. On a particularly rough night of the tour, he’d snuck away to the hotel balcony to gaze up at the stars. And you’d been there. You both had laughed and talked for hours. And ever since, when something was wrong, he’d meet you outside, gazing at the stars. So when it was almost midnight and you still hadn’t come back to your room, and all the boys started visibly panicking, Harry said he knew where you were and that he’d check on you. Did he notice the way Zayn’s face dropped? Perhaps. Did he know why? No. He was too worried about you to care. He made his way outside the shared apartment, walking all the way to the back to see you sitting on the grass, gazing up at the dark sky.

“Hey Star,” he called. The five of them had given you that nickname after realizing how obsessed you were with those tiny balls of light. “Hi Harry,” you called back softly, turning to him as he sat down next to you.

You both sat there for a few minutes in silence, as Harry just looked at you, trying to read into your eyes. “My scars are starting to fade,” you whispered, looking down at your arms. Harry followed your gaze, a slight pain in his chest at the mention of them. Your scars had indeed started to get lighter. “Are you happy then?” he asked, eyes back to searching your face. You didn’t say anything for a minute, before slowly nodding your head. “Yeah, I am. I don’t want to let them affect how I see myself anymore,” you cleared your throat, looking back up at the sky.

Harry didn’t know for sure if you meant your scars, or your parents by them. But he has a feeling it was both.

“So…to a new chapter then?” Harry asked, looking up at the sky.

Just as the light on your watch lit up to signal midnight, you nodded, “To a new chapter.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now....

[callsign-rogueone]

like snow on the beach - r.g.

Ridoc Gamlyn x marked!reader a continuation of love at first fight, part of the Ridoc and Sweetheart series 🦋 words: 2.8k 🏷: FOURTH WING SPOILERS. she/her, feminine reader (wears a dress for Reunification Day, referred to as a girl/woman). mentions of canon character death, mentions of dissociation and anxiety. you have a panic attack, but someone helps you through it. titled after the tswift song!

“Don’t look now, but that guy from second squad is staring at you again,” Liam says quietly. “At your four.”

You twist in your seat as if cracking your back, looking over your shoulder. Sure enough, the cute curly-haired boy who had handed you the dagger you’d won from Jack Barlowe the other day is looking right at you. 

“Say the word and I’ll handle him,” Imogen offers, picking at her nails with disinterest. She’s been itching for another fight since her last opponent tapped out after ten seconds. 

The tall redhead sitting across from him notices you’re looking in their direction, and he kicks his friend under the table. He looks away quickly, starting a conversation with the rest of the group. Not discreet at all.

“Hurting anyone in Sorrengail’s squad wouldn’t go over well with Xaden. And look at him. He’s harmless,” you defend. 

“He definitely doesn’t want to kill you,” Liam agrees. “He’s just smitten.”

You glance to your right again. He has his back turned now, still engaged in conversation with his friends, who are all laughing at something he said.

So he’s the class clown type. Interesting.

Imogen scoffs. “He can bark up that tree all he wants, but we all know it’ll never get him anywhere.”

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And bark he does. You can’t shake the guy and his sunny personality. He’s everywhere you are, always having something to say, some shameless line to drop on you.

“If I make this bullseye, you have to let me take you out for dinner. There’s an amazing pasta place in town, you’ll love it.”

“No,” you say flatly.

“You don’t like pasta?” He asks, and you know that if you say you don’t, he’ll just offer something else. 

“I do. But we’re not going out.” 

He misses by an inch and a half anyway.

You pick up one of your own blades, weighing it carefully in one hand before pulling it back and letting sail. It lands to the left of his, in the dead center of the target.

He doesn’t look embarrassed in the slightest. “Alright, we’ll stay in and work on my aim. Just you, me, and a whole rack of knives. What do you say?” 

“I’d say that putting us in a room with one weapon is a bad idea.”

He grins. “There’s just something undeniably sexy about a woman who wants to kill me.” 

“I don’t want to kill you.” It’s true -- you have no ill will toward the guy, you just wish he’d quit while he’s behind.

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

You falter for a moment, thinking about it. You don’t think you’ve ever been objectively mean to him, just blunt in declining his advances.

“You’re moving your arm too much,” you say instead, yanking your dagger out of the wood panel, but leaving his where it stands, off-center. “Less in the elbow, more in the wrist.”

You don’t stick around to watch him try again.

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Nothing seems to discourage him, not your dry responses nor being ignored completely. He’s determined to keep chipping away at your shell, but why?

“Is your dragon mated? I was thinking we could go on a double date. Aotrom’s an upstanding guy, she’d like him.”

You can’t even begin to imagine the conversations this guy must have with his dragon. Is he as weary of the boy’s enthusiasm as you are, or is he encouraging this behavior?

“I’d consider it if he wasn’t missing so many teeth,” Rhith muses. “But he’s a bit old for my taste.” 

“Their personalities wouldn’t mesh at all,” you answer, as if you’re speaking about Rhith and Aotrom, and not you and Ridoc. 

“I think if she gave him a chance, she’d change her mind,” he says slyly.

“I don’t date men under six foot.”

He mimes taking a knife to the chest. “You wound me, sweetheart. But I promise I can make up for it in all the ways that matter.”

“With that dazzling sense of humor?” 

“I was going to make a dick joke, actually. But I’m glad you think I’m dazzling.”

You roll your eyes, leaving.

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You have never considered yourself vain, but you’d spent a full minute admiring your reflection in the bathroom mirror before heading down for the festivities. 

The formal dress looks incredible on you. Tight in all the right places, the cut highlights the muscle you’ve gained since starting the term at Basgiath, but it covers enough to still be somewhat professional.

You don’t need jewelry -- your rebellion relic is the perfect accessory, the black swirls forming the illusion of a lace sleeve up one arm, complimenting the black satin draped over your skin.

You’d even fixed up your hair for the occasion, freeing it from its usual sweaty braids and washing and drying it carefully, letting it fall over the exposed curves of your shoulders. Simple. Perfect.

Imogen hadn’t hesitated to hype you up when she saw you, her jaw dropping at the sight. “Holy shit, girl, you look hot. If you’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone in the quadrant, tonight would be the night to do it.”

You laugh. “I’ll be perfectly content to have a calm night. Some boring speeches, some fireworks, and then straight to bed.”

“Suit yourself,” she calls, headed off.

“Someone should tell Amari that she’s missing an angel.” 

You don’t need to turn to know who it is, but you look over your shoulder at him anyway.

Ridoc continues to wax poetic, a lazy smile on his face. “You are a goddess among men. The kind of woman bards write songs about and men go to war over.”

“How many drinks have you had?” 

“None,” Sawyer answers for his friend, sounding like he could use one himself. “This is just the way he is.”

Ridoc agrees, grinning. “Stone cold sober, gorgeous. I want to remember this sight forever.”

You laugh at his bold absurdity, and the light, clear sound goes straight to his heart.

He beams even brighter. “You laughed. That’s a crack in the armor.”

“You’re a menace to society, Gamlyn.” 

“Gods, I love it when you’re mean to me,” he says with a dreamy sigh. “I’m gonna write about this in my diary when I get back to my room.”

“Goodnight,” you say, ending the conversation, or trying to.

“Someday, sweetheart,” he calls, watching you walk away. “I’ll get there someday, I know I will.”

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You should already be on the flight field, but the fear gripping your heart has your boots stuck to the stone ground of the courtyard. You’ll be no use to your friends in this state, anyway. You need to relax.

You close your eyes for a moment, picturing the meadows of Tyrrendor. A dozen blue butterflies materialize in front of you, the gentle motion of their wings as they float through the night air soothing your nerves.

“Whoa.”

You startle, and the butterflies vanish, your head snapping toward the voice. 

Ridoc stands a few yards away, still in his dress uniform, though he’s undone the first two buttons of the shirt, rolled up the sleeves and ditched the jacket entirely. A few dark locks fall across his forehead, loosened from the gel that had been holding them earlier.

He looks good like this. Too good.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he offers. “I’ve just never seen anything like them before. They’re beautiful.”

You compose yourself quickly. “They’re native to Tyrrendor. They don’t live anywhere else on the continent.”

“You’ll have to show me the real ones sometime,” he says, smiling.

You raise an eyebrow at the implication that you’d be bringing him home any time soon.

He continues, not missing a beat. “I may look like a hotshot dragon rider, which I am, but we both know you’d be the one in charge between us. I’d do anything you asked, sweetheart.” 

“Anything except leave me alone?” you ask, regretting the sharp words as soon as they enter the air.

He’s silent. Maybe you’ve finally proven your point, proven to both him and yourself that you’re no good for him, that you don’t deserve the starry-eyed reverence he’s afforded you for months.

A whistle echoes across the courtyard, a three-note gliss you’d recognize anywhere; the one your parents had used to call you inside for dinner when you were kids.

You don’t turn toward the sound, still looking at Ridoc. For the first time ever, he isn’t smiling at you, and it feels like the world has stopped turning, that the sun has burnt out and the moons have disappeared from the sky.

You’re sick with guilt, struggling to form complete sentences. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… that was a really fucked up thing for me to say. I just… I don’t understand why you-”

“Hurry up,” Garrick calls, impatient. “Xaden is pissed.”

“You should go,” Ridoc says softly. “We can talk about this another day.” 

Why is he looking at you like that after what you’d said to him? Why does he still care about you? Why did he in the first place?

“Be safe,” he adds quietly, and that’s enough for you to finally move your feet, to run toward your foster brother, to follow him and Xaden to gods-know-where for their final assignment. 

Garrick’s words go in one ear and out the other as you race toward the flight field. It doesn’t matter where you’re going or what you have to do, only that you come back, that you see Ridoc again and tell him the truth.

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The next few days go by in a blur, devoid of color. You’re barely aware of your existence, just going through the motions to keep yourself alive. You sleep, you eat, but your dreams are blank and the food tasteless. 

You settle onto the cold stone of the main staircase, leaning your cheek against the banister. 

It’s easy enough to conjure a few of the soft blue butterflies, watching them flutter about above your head. You reach forward, extending your hand to one, and it lands on your finger, flapping its wings gently.

“You’re getting really good at that,” Garrick says quietly, sitting down on the step above you. 

Five years living as siblings has attuned him to your emotions -- he knows that something is wrong, that something had been wrong even before you were sent on this suicide mission and lost two of your friends. “Do you want to talk about what happened when I came to get you?”

You really don’t, but the words come out anyway. “I fucked up,” you whisper, still watching the butterflies. The sight of them only reminds you Ridoc, of the soft awe that had lingered in his eyes even after they’d disappeared — until you’d snapped at him. Gods, the look on his face…

You push the thought away, and they fade back into air. “I hurt him, because I was scared.”

“Scared of what?” He asks. There’s no judgment in his tone, just gentleness; he genuinely wants to understand.

“That he was being serious, that he actually likes me,” you answer. “I keep pushing him away, but he keeps coming back, he keeps looking at me like… like I mean something to him, and I don’t understand why. He doesn’t know me, he isn’t one of us, he isn’t even in my squad. There’s no reason for him to care about me.”

Garrick lets your words hang in the air for a moment before he speaks. “I thought it was fitting that you developed an illusion signet.”

You look up, waiting for him to elaborate.

“It took me a full year to figure you out when we met, to realize that the person you really are on the inside doesn’t match the person that you show people. I think he saw right through that perpetual stone-faced look, saw the girl that I’m proud to call a sister.”

“You really think so?” You ask quietly.

“I know so.”

You rest your head against his shoulder, a gesture that he knows is equivalent to a tight embrace from anyone else -- you’ve never been a touchy person. 

You’ve never been good at feelings, either. “It’s too damn quiet in this house,” you say after a moment, changing the subject.

He laughs. “It really is.”

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Ridoc is standing in front of you.

You’re relieved at the sight of him, that no terrible fate befell him in the week you’d been away, but you can’t handle the conversation that you need to have, not when you feel like your heart is going to give out.

“I can’t do this right now,” you say, but the words don’t come out as strongly as you’d hoped, not enough air in your lungs to speak properly. “So if you could find somewhere else to be, that would be great.”

In true Ridoc fashion, he isn’t discouraged by your protests, kneeling down next to you. “Can you look at me, sweetheart?”

His seriousness confuses you enough to comply. You raise your chin, stunned at the softness in his eyes -- you’ve never been this close to him before. He’s beautiful.

“I’m gonna check your pulse, okay?”

You nod silently, allowing him to extend a hand toward you. Two fingers press into the side of your neck, feeling for your heartbeat. 

He’s never touched you before. His hands are warm.

“Do you know where you are?”

“Basgiath,” you answer easily.

“Good. How long have you been sitting here?”

“I don’t know. Since we got out of formation?”

He realizes exactly what upset you — that must have been your first flight since you got back from War Games with the rest of the marked ones.

“I don’t know what you saw out there, and you don’t need to tell me, but whatever it is, it can’t hurt you right now,” he promises. The genuine sincerity in his voice has the tears falling faster. 

Through your blurred vision you see him open his arms, and you lean into them without hesitation. He’s so warm that you can’t help but melt as soon as your skin touches his. 

He rubs your back, speaking softly. “You’re okay, pretty girl, you’re safe. Just breathe with me, okay?”

You attempt to match the even pace of his chest rising and falling against yours, deepening your shuddering breaths.

“That’s it,” he soothes. “You’re doing great.”

Grief comes flooding out of you, and you clutch at the fabric of his flight jacket to remain upright. “I miss them so much,” you sob. “They didn’t deserve to die.” 

Liam and Soleil, the two marked ones that hadn’t come back with you. 

“I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”

He continues to rub your back, murmuring soft reassurances to you until your grip on him has loosened and your breathing has slowed.

You’ve relaxed, your heart no longer pounding as it had been when he found you, but you still don’t want him to go, you couldn’t bear it if he left right now. “Stay?” You ask in a small voice.

“Of course,” he answers, pulling back to sit beside you. “As long as you need.”

Your tears have dried, leaving you with a headache and a hollow feeling in your sinuses. “Why did you help me?” You ask quietly, looking out at the river. 

He wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Because it was the right thing to do. And because I can’t stand to see pretty girls cry.”

“Of course you’re back to cracking jokes already.”

“I’ve never been joking with you,” he says, shaking his head. “I meant every word I said to you, sweetheart. You’re beautiful, but you’re so much more than that, too. You’re capable, strong, witty, kind, caring, gentle… everything about you is good, and I wish that people would see past the relic on your arm and realize that.”

You blink at him, stunned.

“It’s true,” he says softly. “When you smiled at me that day at challenges, I knew that there was a soft heart under all that steel.”

A soft heart. A sweet heart.

There’s a moment of quiet while you work up the courage. 

“Is that pasta place still there?” 

He laughs, perhaps a little too loudly, but you’ve grown to love that sound, and the way it shakes his chest is comforting, like the rumble of a thunderstorm when you’re safe and dry indoors. “I think so.”

“Wanna go there tomorrow? Together?”

He grins from ear to ear. “Are you asking me out right now, sweetheart?”

You look over at him. “Yeah. I am.”

“This is going in the diary too, for the record.”

You can’t help but laugh, leaning back against him. If only for a moment, your anxiety has melted away.

You feel like you could face anything, as long as you have Ridoc to come home to.

[clockwayswrites]

You all don't see this. Nope. Didn't write it.

WC: 1284, Masterpost CW: visit to a leath kink shop, mentions of sex work

Paulina held up her hand, looking at her freshly painted nails. “You, Nickie, are a goddess and an artist.”

“I know,” Nickie said smugly.

“Like, seriously, you could make bank,” Paulina said. She pulled out her cellphone to snap a photo. The crystals in the center of the flowers that frame the sugar skull flashed beautifully.

Nickie gave a little shrug. The muscle tank she worn slipped off her tan shoulder, revealing more of the over the top, bright red bra. “Considering it for after. Right now sex pays well, I got the body for it—”

“Hell yeah you do,” Paulina agreed.

“—and it let’s me look after my girls. But I might be putting money aside for a shop front, yeah.”

“When you open I will let anyone I know in the area to come to you,” Paulina said. “And come myself if I’m still haunting Metropolis. Got to visit my boo Danny.”

“Someone has to come keep him in line.”

“Hey!” Danny protested from where he was carefully painting Han’s nails a blinding magenta. He did just fine with himself these days.

“He’s mixed up with a bad crowed,” Nickie continued, completely ignoring Danny, “just like Han here.”

“I don’t even know why I’m here,” Han protested meekly.

Paulina flipped her hair. “Who do you think helped him get his bad crowd? Danny can’t dress himself worth shit.”

“I know,” Nickie said with a sigh. “I remember what he was wearing when he moved in.”

“Again- hey!”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t love your new gets.”

“That is true, I look amazing,” Danny said. He struck a pose as best as he could while sitting at a coffee table with nail polish in hand. He felt his bootleg Red Hood crop top ride up with the act, exposing a sliver of skin between it and his black joggers. “But I hate you for getting me hooked on lululemon, it’s stupidly pricey.”

“Good thing you have two sugar daddies then, ain’t it honey,” Nickie pointed out.

“Blessed life,” Danny said, finishing off the magenta polish with a flourish. He capped it before he started with the other hand to carefully remove the tape. His tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth as he focused.

“You should get them something nice.”

Danny snorted. “What, with their own money?”

“Sure,” Nickie said, starting to clean up. “Doesn’t matter who’s dough bought it if it’s good fun for everyone.”

Danny paused in his work of revealing the highlighter yellow polish under the tape to look over to Nickie. “What? I don’t— ooh.”

Paulina just laughed at him, of course. Even Han chuckled which was frankly a little insulting.

Danny cleared his throat. “I, um, do you think they’d… like that?”

“Honey, I’ve seen how they are with you. Doesn’t have to be nothing cray either. You can start simple, just a little accessory.”

“Huh.”

“I, uh,” Han said, nervously, drawing everyone’s attention. “I know a place?”

At least Danny was able to follow how they ended up standing in a leather centric kink shop, even if it felt like a bizarre turn for his life to take. He looked at the harness wearing mannequin he was standing in front of and tilted his head.

“Who has the patience to get into that?”

“Well,” drawled the shopkeep who had appeared next to Danny so suddenly he was half tempted to think the other was a ghost, “for some people, getting their partner into the harness is half of the fun. The obedience, the touches, the control… the denial.”

Danny swallowed heavily. Huh.

“Hello my darling, bring in some friends?” the shopkeep asked and swanned over to kiss a blushing Han.

“I’m not sure what they are,” Han said with a weary sigh. They let the other pick up their hand and examine their bright nails. “But Danny here was thinking of picking up something on the… introductory side to treat his boyfriends with.”

“Oh well we can certainly help with that. I’m Liam, Han’s boyfriend,” the shopkeep said, holding out his hand.

Danny shook the hand. “Danny, like Han said.”

“He’s dating the Boss and the Boss’ boy,” Han explained.

“They’re his sugar daddies,” Paulina pipped in.

“And damn adorable,” Nickie said.

Danny released Liam’s hand to bury his face in his hands. “I hate you all.”

“No you don’t,” Paulina said. “Now, what do you have in mind for the blushing boy, Liam?”

“Well that’s something for him and I to talk about,” Liam said. He put an arm around Danny’s shoulder (though was really barely touching him) and guided him away. Over his shoulder he called, “Show them around, Han!”

When they had space and a tall display between them and the other’s, Liam stopped. “Now, best way for me to get you something good is for you to be honest with me. I promise, nothing you say to me is going to be something I haven’t heard before. I’m not going to judge you. You and your boys ever done anything like this before?”

Danny shook his head.

“So you’ve had sex but it’s been mostly vanilla?”

“Yep,” Danny said, the word coming out as a strangled squeak. He cleared his throat. “I mean, Red Hood keeps his helmet on so that’s not really… usual. We haven’t done much, in any combo.”

“But you like this idea?” Liam asked, motioning around them, “Or did they just bully you into coming? Because if that’s the case I can find you something cheap to buy you won’t feel bad about throwing away or you can come back and return it in a few days provided you keep it in it’s packaging.”

“I, um,” Danny picked at the edge of his hoodie as he glanced around the store from under his bangs. What Liam had said about the harness came back to mind. “Sometimes, like, not in bed, Jason will tell me to ‘stay’. And, um…”

“That does things for you.”

Danny nodded, feeling mortified.

“Not that odd at all. Now, there are a few ways we could go,” Liam said and started walking again. “Handcuffs and restraints are one way. Or rope, it’s an art form so one of your boys would have to be interested in learning, but it can be something special. Or, I think maybe for you… this is where we should start.”

They had stopped in front of a display of collars and leashes. There were more types than Danny could have ever dreampt up. There was leather of all colors and patterns. There were plain black and brown collars and bright colors with poppy cutouts and rich jewel tones with detailed filigree and earth tones with geometrics. They were lined with suede and velvet and fur. Danny itched to reach out and touch them.

“Yes, I do think we’re in the right area. Go ahead, you can touch. If nothing here works for you, you could always custom order something instead.”

Danny reached out and ran his fingers over one of the collars, thinking. If this was Red Hood, Danny would have to go custom order red and black. But really this was for Jason. Danny lingered on one that was lined in turquoise suede. The leather was a bold rust and turquoise patina on a delicate, detailed circle and diamond pattern. Brass circles studded across the pattern.

“You know, I think we have a leash that will match that one beautifully. Should we ring you up?”

-

When Jason walked in a few days later to find Danny sitting on his kitchen counter, swamped in one of Jason’s large shirts, and wearing the collar he nearly swallowed his tongue.

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AN: So this is a thing that I've now written! Loved the response to the tease I post last night~ Danny has gotten ideas and Jason is gobsmacked. Don't worry, I'm sure he bought something for 'Red Hood' too. ^_~ (Collar 100% inspired by one of Big Cat Den Crafts)

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[iamgonnagetyouback]

𝟷.𝟹𝚔 || 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Anne embarrasses Harry in front of you, which somehow turns out better than expected.

♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None

♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: Harry Styles x reader

The boys – Zayn, Louis, and Niall – were gathered around, casually lounging in Harry’s living room, doing a surprise Instagram live. Liam had wandered off to grab a snack, and Harry, being Harry, was mysteriously absent from the camera’s view, sitting offscreen on the couch, likely scrolling through his phone.

“Alright, what are people saying?” Zayn mumbled, his eyes squinting as he leaned closer to Louis, who was holding the phone.

Louis grinned, reading out comments. “’We love you, boys!’ Aww, cute. ‘Niall, play the guitar!’ No. ‘Where’s Harry?’ Good question.”

Niall snickered, glancing over at Harry, who waved lazily from the edge of the couch, not bothering to lean into the frame.

Suddenly, Louis’s eyebrows shot up, and he laughed, reading aloud a new comment. “Oh, this one’s from… Anne? Harry’s mum! She says, ‘Where’s Y/N?’”

Harry, who had been completely oblivious, suddenly shot upright. “Wait, what?”

Louis cackled. “Oh, mate. Look at this!” He turned the screen so Harry could see, and Harry facepalmed, groaning loudly. His face flushed as red as his shirt.

“Your mum’s calling you out, Haz,” Zayn teased, grinning widely.

Harry mumbled under his breath, “Mum… really?” He sighed, standing up and ruffling his hair awkwardly.

Louis, eyes gleaming with mischief, suddenly jumped to his feet. “Let’s find Y/N, shall we? She’s probably in her room.”

Before Harry could stop him, Louis had grabbed the phone and bolted down the hallway, heading towards your room. Harry shouted after him, “Louis, don’t you dare!”

Louis ignored him, dramatically tiptoeing toward your door as if he were sneaking up on a wild animal. He pushed the door open to reveal you, sitting cross-legged on your bed, chatting with Liam.

Both of you looked up, startled. “Louis?” you asked, blinking in confusion.

Louis leaned in, whispering with an exaggerated grin, “It’s Anne.”

Your eyes widened, and you sighed, a small smile creeping onto your face. “Oh!” You quickly fixed your hair and waved at the camera with a soft smile. “Hi, guys!” you greeted, your voice cheerful as the live chat exploded with excitement.

Zayn smirked as he looked over at the phone from over your shoulder. “Oh, what’s this?” He squinted at a comment. “Anne says, ‘Y/N, isn’t Harry just adorable when he’s all flustered?’”

You chuckled, glancing over your shoulder just in time to see Harry standing in the doorway, his face a mix of embarrassment and horror. He groaned loudly, striding forward to take the phone from you. “Mum, I swear…” he muttered, glaring at the screen. He quickly said, “Alright, that’s enough for today! Bye, guys!” before promptly ending the live.

The room erupted in laughter, and Harry flopped down on the bed beside you, dramatically burying his face in your lap. “Why does she always do this to me?” he mumbled, his voice muffled by your jeans.

You laughed, running your fingers through his curls absentmindedly. “Because she loves you, duh.”

The boys gathered around, smirking at Harry’s misery. Niall nudged Zayn, grinning. “At least Anne didn’t mention Harry’s massive crush on Y/N, right?”

The room fell silent.

Your fingers froze in Harry’s hair, and you blinked, slowly processing what Niall had just said. “Wait… what?”

All eyes turned to you, wide and frozen. Harry shot up from your lap, eyes panicked. “Uh… no, that’s… that’s not what he meant.”

Niall’s eyes were wide with horror as he slapped a hand over his mouth. “Oh, shi—”

“What did you just say?” you asked, your heart racing. “Crush? Harry has a crush on me?”

Louis’s face went pale. Zayn immediately sat up straight. Niall’s eyes grew comically wide as he realized what he’d accidentally revealed.

Harry, now tense, slowly sat up from Y/N’s lap, his heart hammering in his chest. “Uh…”

The awkward silence hung in the air for what felt like an eternity. The boys started mumbling excuses, trying to make a quick exit.

"Right, um, I think my tea's ready," Louis said, scrambling off the bed.

“Yeah, and I’ve got that, uh, thing to do,” Zayn added, rushing after him.

Liam rushed after him too, saying, "Me too!"

Niall, looking absolutely mortified, offered a weak smile before bolting. “Sorry, Haz! Good luck, mate!”

The door closed, leaving you and Harry sitting there, staring at each other. Your heart was pounding, and you could barely breathe. “Is… is that true?” you asked quietly.

Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… it’s true.”

You blinked at him, eyes wide. “Harry, you—why didn’t you say anything?”

He shrugged, giving you a sheepish smile. “I didn’t want to make things weird. I didn’t know if you… if you felt the same.”

You hesitated for a moment before reaching out, taking his hand in yours. “I— I do. I feel the same.”

Harry’s eyes lit up, his smile softening as he squeezed your hand gently. “You do?”

Before you could answer, Harry leaned in, and you met him halfway, your lips pressing softly together in a sweet, tentative kiss.

When you pulled away, you both laughed nervously, the awkward tension between you finally breaking. “Well,” you said, “Anne’s gonna have a field day with this.”

Harry groaned but smiled, pulling you close. “Don’t remind me.”

“Hey, Haz,” Louis called from the door. “Anne says you’re welcome.”

Harry groaned, but this time, he was smiling.

[disneyprincemuke]

where the fun begins * ls2 (ms47)

logan sees you wrapped around another’s arms shortly after you ghost him and he decides to wreak some havoc

pairings: frat!logan x reader, college!mick x reader

notes: hi guys fun fact i am running out of logan gifs to use because i write for him too much LMFAO it’s a very interesting problem to have

(f1 masterlist)

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“hey, isn’t that,” oscar presses his lips into a thin line, pointing across the bowling alley towards your direction. “isn’t that the girl you brought to our party a couple times?”

logan hums in confusion as he walks back towards oacar from his turn. he tilts his head and follows his friends’ finger.

there you were, at the end of the long stretch in the bowling alley surrounded by your girlfriends. but it’s not difficult to pick out the odd one out of the group: a guy.

a blonde guy, in fact. logan almost laughs seeing you hop over to him after your turn, his smile dropping almost immediately when he sees you tuck yourself under his arm and wrapping yours around his waist.

“oh, wow,” oscar mutters, eyebrows raising in shock. “i didn’t know you guys broke up.”

absolute lie. oscar knows everything that goes on in the frat house. he has eyes and ears everywhere on campus. as for you, he’s been secretly seeing your friend lily, and she had briefly mentioned that you and logan stopped talking not too long ago.

he was starting to worry about logan’s antics getting too crazy again, skipping classes and bringing back random girls again. it all started to make sense when lily dropped the bomb on him.

and he doesn’t blame you.

“we weren’t dating,” logan answers quickly, waving his friend’s concerns away. he tries to tell if you would pull away from this unnamed guy, feeling the frustration in his chest grow as he watches you with him.

he hasn’t seen, or talked to you, in almost three weeks. he’s tried calling and sending you text messages, even frequenting spots on campus he knows that you could pass by or hang out in. he never sees you anywhere.

he misses you, as much as he hates to admit it. while you had bought his endless excuses to take your dating situation slow and he refused to put a label on what you had, he does like you genuinely.

“mate, where are you going?” liam lifts his head, turning to logan who’s already walking away. “it’s your turn.”

“play for me,” logan mutters, shaking his head. “i’ll be right back.”

“let’s just take a quick toilet break, maybe,” oscar mutters, patting liam on the back. the australian huffs, putting the bowling ball he had just picked up back onto the rails.

he chases after logan and waves a hand in his face. “are you sure about this? should you even really be approaching her?”

“i just wanna ask her something, don’t worry,” logan snorts, ignoring his friend’s silent pleads to turn back the other way.

he’s typically the type to wreak havoc, which he actually put aside during the short couple of months he was with you. you were more on the reserved side and found that logan was too chaotic with his ways, especially with his parties and defiant attitude.

but when you ghosted him out of the blue after one of his parties, the urge to be a menace rose back up again.

“hey, you seem to have a type, you know.” he leans on the table right next to you, chin resting in his palm. “tall, blonde…”

your laugh is cut short, tearing away the arm wrapped around you. you step forward and turn to him with a confused stare. “logan… come on.”

some of your friends has taken notice of his presence, exchanging glances and giving him dirty looks. logan resists the urge to take the jab at them because he kind of owes it to them that you’d even given him a chance in the first place.

oscar presses his lips into a thin line, glancing at lily with wide eyes. when she told him he had plans, he didn’t know those plans would be at the bowling alley either.

perhaps she planned it so you could parade your new boyfriend in front of logan unknowingly? which is, he has to admit, kind of funny. he’ll make sure to ask lily about it later.

“what? just an observation,” he grins smugly at you, knowing well how you hate every second of this interaction.

he knows how much it irritates you when he’s causing trouble and chaos. or even just trying to spark up an argument — it’s never in your typical serene nature to engage in anything that causes you too much stress.

“can you please just go?” he sees you glance at oscar, your eyes downturned with a plead. “not here, logan.”

“i thought you’d be more excited to see me,” logan tilts his head, trying to sport an innocent stare. “we haven’t seen each other in three weeks. don’t you remember the times when you couldn’t even go two days without seeing me?”

“logan!” you scoff exasperatedly, glancing at the boy watching the scene go down. “seriously, can you not cause a scene?”

“i’m just making small talk.” logan finally turns his head to acknowledge your friend. now that he’s gotten a good look at him, he looks kind of familiar. is he the guy in one of your classes that he’s caught staring dreamily at you? he is pretty sure it is. “found yourself a boyfriend, did you?”

“mate, she asked you to fuck off,” mick scoffs with a small smile.

“logan, let’s just go back. let’s go,” oscar mutters, ready to walk away, towing logan by the elbow to head back to the other end of the bowling alley.

“no,” logan mutters, moving his arm out of oscar’s grasp. he leans on the table again and clasps his hands together. “she’s cute, right? you just wanna put her right in your little pocket?”

you close your eyes and purse your lips, opening them to glare at logan. “we’re just trying to have a game of bowling.”

“yeah, she’s very cute,” mick smiles forcefully at him. he keeps a hand on the small of your back as he turns to logan. “sucks, right? she isn’t at your beck and call anymore?”

“he’s just trying to get a reaction out of you. just ignore him,” you mutter, tugging at his arm towards the lane that your friends have settled in. “it’s easy.” you glance at logan. “i’ve been doing it for three weeks.”

logan laughs, raising his eyebrows at your response. he’s growing agitated as well but he can’t show that to you. you shouldn’t know what kind of effect you’ve got on him. “i never got invited to the plans you’d make with your friends,” he points at mick nonchalantly, “why him?”

you stop in your tracks and tilt your head. you furrow your eyebrows, unsure if he had really asked you that question when the answer is very clearly in everyone’s faces.

hell, even oscar knows why you didn’t opt for the option that is logan sargeant.

“why’s that matter?” you chuckle dryly. “my friends like inviting him to our plans.”

logan tilts his head, looking at your friends with a small smile. some of them return the gesture, some of them simply roll their eyes and scoff at him. “they like me.”

“used to, mate,” oscar whispers, only loud enough for him to hear. he tugs on logan’s shirt again. “let’s go. the guys are waiting for us.”

“not everyone likes hanging around a dick,” mick shrugs simply. he looks at oscar. “no offense.”

“none taken,” oscar laughs dryly, pulling logan in the direction of their lane at the other end of the alley. he smiles at you apologetically. “sorry for us being here.”

you smile at oscar. “no worries. you’re not the issue.”

logan shrugs, rolling his eyes, still very much committed to the nonchalant facade. though, it irritates him seeing you intertwine your fingers with mick.

objectively speaking, he could cause a scene right then and there. but seeing as that you’re not biting into his games, then there’s no reason for him to do that. it would only be embarrassing.

“i just came over to invite you to the party we’re throwing this friday night,” logan smiles, finally pushing himself off the table. he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “i’ll expect you there — i don’t just invite anybody to our house parties.”

you grin. “thanks, i’ll think about it.”

“mate, just fuck off. do you not get what ghosting means? she doesn’t want anything to do with you,” mick smiles, the innocence and friendliness of it all making logan want to tear walls down and flip tables.

“just letting you know,” logan says directly at you. “you know i always know how to show you where the fun begins.”

“okay,” you answer shortly, mick finally moving from his spot to step away from logan and oscar. “see you around, logan. it’s nice seeing you again, oscar.”

“sorry again for the bother,” oscar laughs sheepishly, pushing logan away from the table. he looks over at mick and your friends with an apologetic nod. “sorry guys.”

“i’ll be waiting for you to be in attendance, babe,” logan winks at you before he finally lets oscar whisk him away. “we’ll have fun just like we used to.”

“stop it!” oscar scolds, giving him a hard shove to kickstart their walk. “and what party are you inviting her to? we don’t have a party this weekend.”

“yeah,” logan smiles proudly, nodding at oscar. “we are now throwing a party on friday.”

@cashtons-wife

[judesmoonbeauty]

Chaotic Night CE Prologue

Not 100% accurate. Cybird owns everything. Fan translation only. Re-blogs are appreciated, but do not repost my translations anywhere. Thank you for your support!

Victor: It’s almost Halloween, Will.

Victor: Of course, there’ll be a party as usual. Vogel’s also been invited.

Victor: It’s just - will we be able to spend our time peacefully?

Victor: Fortunately, we did get through last year’s “Queen of the Night.” [1]

William rested his chin with his hand that was propped on the armrest, and narrowed his beautiful blood-hued eyes.

William: Vic, you have a bad habit of pretending to be a good boy, despite not wanting peacefulness.

William: One of the pleasures of Halloween is when unexpected things happen, isn’t it?

William: Especially for us “cursed” ones.

—And so, on the day of the Halloween party.

Victor: Now, pay attention! If I cover this basket with a cloth — something magical happens!

Harrison: There’ll be candy. It’s Halloween after all.

Jude: Tch, every year this shitty thing happens ‘n that Queenie wastes my time. Someday - [2]

Ellis: Jude, you’ve got some left over roasted venison, can I have it?

(Everyone’s doing things their usual way, but it seems like they’re having fun.)

Kate: By the way, I had a chance to speak with everyone at Vogel —

Nica: Well, it’s terrible to invite someone and then ignore them, isn’t it?

Kate: Whoa!

Suddenly I heard a voice in my ear, and I almost jumped.

Kate: P-please don’t scare me.

Nica: Haha, sorry? I just wanted to deepen my friendship with the robin. [3]

— At that time.

Roger: Hey, have you seen a small odd bottle?

Everyone’s attention was drawn to the clear voice.

Liam: A small bottle? As you can see, there’s all kinds of bottles of jams and syrups…..

Liam: Roger, what are you talking about?

Harrison: Everyone ate whatever they wanted.

Roger: ….Does that mean it got mixed in.

Roger slowly walks around the table, examining each bottle.

Elbert: Now that you mention it…..the syrup Al recommended was delicious.

Alfons: Surprisingly, it suited Lord Elbie’s tastes.

Alfons: The delicate fragrance of flowers causes a wonderful feeling.

Darius: Oh, that’s it. I thought it had an elaborate taste.

Ring: …..I, felt like I had to eat it too, so I did.

William: —It seems no one was able to resist the temptation.

(Hm? Something seems off.)

The atmosphere of the party filled with a strange enthusiasm, and it felt uneasy.

Roger had a knowing expression on his face —

Roger: This thing’s been eaten by all the cursed here.

Roger laughed holding a small, opened, empty bottle.

Roger: I just inhaled its scent too.

Kate: R-Roger, what was in that bottle?

Roger: — It’s essence of the “Queen of the Night.”

Shortly, it became clear.

What they consumed,

Strengthened the “curse” of the cursed ones,

Even transforming their appearance.

And tonight, with their cursed blood stirring, the curtain opens on anything but a peaceful Halloween.

Ftn [1] This directly translates as “the moonlit beauty.” However, it is referring to the Dutchman’s Pipe Cactus AKA, the “Queen of the Night.” This flower blooms once a year at night, and is part of IkeVil’s lore on the BD sets, and even some avatars.

Ftn [2] Jude uses 女王陛下 (Her Majesty the Queen). However, there is a superscription above it あの女 (that woman), indicating that it should be read as “that woman the queen,” in order to distinguish her from Kate who is present at the party.

Ftn [3] Nica may be calling Kate robin in German as “rotkehlchen”.

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Jude: Wastin' my time every year with this shit....fkgdfjgsdf; Me: Sir, do you remember what you did last year? Please deliver this year too.

[danikamariewrites]

im not sure if you are still taking fourth wing requests - and you absolutely can ignore this and i wont be offended at all - but you are like the only person ive seen who writes for liam and im d e s p e r a t e

what about something where reader and liam had like a one night stand kind of thing, except they both quickly realize that they are feeling much more than one night stand feelings. like maybe they were friends before and even though they didnt think long-run relationships were in the cards bc they are riders, they both still definitely harbor some feelings and then it all kind of spills over

idk im just dumping bc i have to vent it somewhere ahahah

More Than This

Liam x reader

A/n: I’m always taking Fourth Wing requests! Liam deserves the world

Warnings: mentions of sex

You couldn’t help but stare down the table at Liam. He was like a dream come true. With that perfect blonde, fluffy hair and those charming dimples that always made you blush. You kept thinking about how your fingers felt running through his hair last night while he laced on your chest.

For the first time Liam stayed the night after your…activities. You had been sleeping together for a few weeks now. You’d been friends since Parapet, always flirting with each other. The tension between the two of you snapped and decided friends with benefits would work out.

You couldn’t keep lying to yourself though. You had fallen in love with Liam the day you met him. Liam didn’t seem like he reciprocated your feelings so you pushed your crush down.

So you went about your day like normal. Hanging out with your friends, going to class, and meals. At dinner Violet noticed I was off. She nudged me gently with her elbow. “Hey,” she whispered, “you ok? You’ve been weird all day.”

From down the table you missed Liam staring at you with big puppy dog eyes, vying for your attention to be on him. He could hear Imogen teasing him but he was too focused on trying to hear you and Violet. For a split second he swore your eyes flashed over him.

With one more nod of Violets head, you got up from the long wooden table and headed out the door without sparing Liam a glance. Liam watched you leave them turned to Violet with a questioning look. Ever the instigator and sucker for fairytales, Violet pointed her chin at the door. Signaling for Liam to follow you.

Liam was going crazy searching for you. He swore he saw you just a few stairs ahead of him a minute ago. Finally, he got to the main common room and spotted you lounge on the expansive leather couch. The crackling fire reflecting in your eyes. You were clearly lost in thought.

Liam was careful approaching you, he didn’t want to frighten you. You looked so cute when you had your thinking face on. Your nose scrunched just the tiniest bit, and your eyes looked so soft yet far away.

Liam lightly ran his fingers across the top of your shoulder, you perked up staring at him as he sat next to you. “Hey sweetheart,” his tone as gentle as his touch. “Hey.” You try to sound like your usual cheery self but Liam saw right through you.

He tilted his head, taking you in with a sad smile. “What’s wrong?” Liam brought his large fingers up from your shoulder to play with your hair. You sigh out through your nose, using all of your self restraint to not lean into his touch. “Nothing. I’m ok Liam.”

He raises a blonde brow at you. Shooting you a discerning look calling bullshit. “Come on, we don’t keep secrets from each other. If you tell me your secret I’ll tell you mine.” And we might have the same secret, Lima thought to himself.

You ripped away from Liam’s touch. Looking down you rest your forearms on your knees. You couldn’t bear the look of pity and rejection on your best friends face. He obviously cared about you but the awkwardness that would come after you admit your feelings for him will be unbearable.

And besides, you’re riders. There’s a chance you won’t live past this year or the quadrant. Why break your own heart?

Closing your eyes you can’t the worlds that tumble out of your mouth. “I’m in love with you Liam. I didn’t mean to be, but the day I saw you my heart wouldn’t stop doing flips and I felt the good kind of butterflies in my stomach. I pushed it down because I thought it was a crush. But it’s not.”

When you finally stopped the silence crept over your skin. You felt hot, like a dragon was breathing fire directly down your shirt.

Liam’s hand held your jaw, his thumb running over your cheek as he moved you to look at him. Your eyes were unsure and scared. You hoped this was a good sign and not just comfort from a friend. “Sweetheart…I’m so insanely in love with you. You’ve driven me crazy since parapet and I was willing to keep doing this if it meant I could have just a piece of your affection.”

You let out a heavy breath in relief. Liam continued, “Everything about you is incredible y/n. From your heart to your strength you amaze me everyday. So please tell me this means you’re mine?” Words wouldn’t be enough to tell him yes. You jump into Liam’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Liam holds you tightly to his muscular body. Running his fingers through your hair and rubs his hand up and down your spine. Leaning back you hold the sides of Liam’s face and rest your forehead against his. “Take me to bed Li.” His mouth curved into a wicked grin as he shot up still holding you.

[anyydidi]

N x Uzi works and N x V shippers should accept that.

Even though i’m a Nuzi (N x Uzi) shipper at heart, I like Envy (N x V). I think it’s cute and they have a great history. But…

That’s about it.

We need to realize that they are both different people now. Yes, N kind of kept his personality through it all, but he has gone through so much development, mainly thanks to Uzi. Not to mention he got his memories completely wiped out and the only reason he has/had feelings for V is because he felt the remnants of their past stronger feelings. Yes, he got his memories back, but only from the Cyn incident. We don’t have any proof of him having all of his memories from the mansion back.

We don’t even know if they just had crushes on each other. We’re not sure if they really had an established romantic relationship in the first place. Did they only have mild crushes, or were they madly in love? That’s something we’re not sure about.

And lastly, people move on. How i mentioned, they’re two different people than they were at the mansion, with absolutely different lives. It’s not wrong, or weird of N to start developing feelings for Uzi. After all, even though N’s personality didn’t really change from his past one, V has made a practically 180 turn. She’s seen as shy and reversed in the past, but ignorant, mean and murderous in the present (before her character development of course). She’s a different person from what N has fallen for. Plus, let’s be honest, V hasn’t been treating N nicely.

V has treated N very poorly. Ignoring him, pretending she doesn’t know who he is, generally just being mean to him. She probably did that to protect him, yeah, but N isn’t aware of that and really, is that an excuse to behave that way? On the other hand, Uzi has helped N grow as a person. She helps him believe in himself, she shows him what true love feels like (platonic, and now even a little romantic). She started treating him as his own person, as a person who has feelings and deserves to be treated as such. Not just some killer machine that you can use and throw around. And in turn, N was Uzi’s first friend. Someone who finally loves her for who she is. He supports her and helps her grow emotionally. They support and love each other and it’s HEALTHY.

And last but not least, NO. Nuzi is not rushed and the hand holding scene did not come from nowhere. Uzi has been shown to develop some sort of feelings for him for EPISODES now. We can see her starting to develop them in The Promening. Which is kind of a long time ago. As for N, we don’t exactly see him having romantic feelings for her until recently, we can definitely see him start to lose feelings for V since Cabin Fever. The point where he definitely realizes he feels something for Uzi, is in the scene prior to the hand holding scene, where Uzi asks him if he’s good. Obviously, he probably had some feelings for her even before, but i would say that was the realization point.

So, in conclusion, i would say both Nuzi and Envy works. The only difference is that Nuzi is in the present, and Envy is more in the past. But, let’s be honest here, does it really matter? Yes, I am more of a Nuzi shipper and definitely am rooting for them to become canon, but i wouldn’t be mad if Envy is the one who wins in the end. Both relationships have chemistry. And i think we all know that Envy is absolutely tragic and it makes me sad. So, stop the ship wars you guys. It’s not worth it. Let’s just enjoy our respective ships as they are, it is Liam’s show after all and he can do whatever he wants with it.

(This is a Nuzi defend post, I am in NO WAY hating on Envy, as i hope was stated enough. I am just tired of toxic Envy shippers attacking Nuzi for pointless reasons. Oh and btw i am a strong “V is alive, or at least comes back” believer. And that is not delusion, guys, it was clearly stated by J earlier in the episode that the disassembly drones were cloned. Glitch, I am watching you 👹👹.)

[sirianasims]

Chapter 43.4

The skies are darkening as I walk home from the food stall, carrying what is – despite the time – technically my breakfast. Hot steam is wafting up from the flimsy plastic bags in my hand, warming my cold fingers.

I’m still not used to San Myshuno’s seasons, but Samara told me that it’s unusually cold for being this late in Spring. In a way, it feels like the city has decided to match my mood, as if the dark and dreary weather is being sympathetic to how I feel.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and a robotic voice jarringly interrupts a sad love ballad to flatly announce that dad is calling. I sigh and tap my headphones, he’ll just call again later if I don’t pick up now.

“Hey, honey!”

My father’s voice is warm and comforting like a blanket, and I can hear faint birdsong and the rustling of the trees in the backyard. I briefly wish I could just move back home and be a kid again and leave all the worries to my parents.

“Hi, dad. How are you guys? House still standing?”

“We’re good, Kieran and Liam are busy worrying about prom so it’s been unusually quiet. Oh, and speaking of standing, Grayson can stand by himself now. He can even take a few steps as long as he’s holding on to something.”

He sounds so proud, almost as if he was the one learning to walk.

“Aww, he’s getting so big! Next thing you know, you’ll all be chasing him around the house every time they visit.”

“I’ll make sure to have your mother send you some pictures of him when I get back inside. She’s busy in the kitchen, Griffin and Daria are coming over for dinner. But how are you? We barely hear from you these days.”

“Oh, you know, I’m really busy with work and hanging out with people and such. I’ve just been out shopping for dinner, and then I’m seeing a friend later.”

I hear him hesitate, like he can tell that I’m lying.

“Alright. That sounds good. We’ve been a little worried about you. And especially today…”

“I know, it was really rough in the beginning, but I swear I’m doing fine, I-”

My voice breaks and I stop in the middle of the sidewalk and take a deep breath to get it under control.

“Oh, honey. Listen, sometimes relationships don’t work out, no matter how much you love each other. I can see where Paul was coming from, and your mother and I have been worried that you’d feel pressured into something you weren’t ready for. So I want you to know that we’re really impressed that you’re staying true to yourself. It can be… very hard to do the right thing when you love someone, I know that. So I’m proud of you.”

“I just miss him so much, dad.”

“I know. But maybe you don’t really miss Paul. Maybe you just miss a version of him in your head that he failed to live up to. If Paul Romeo was really so perfect, he wouldn’t have made my daughter so sad.”

My father reminds me to take care of myself and I promise to call more often before I end the call and pick up the pace slightly just as the rain starts falling.

I manage to make it home before getting too wet, but it’s still a relief to step inside the warm apartment.

My laptop sits on the dining table, and I eye it warily as if the deluge of messages could somehow escape containment and drown me.

I unpack my food and try to ignore the state of my kitchen. I don’t have the energy to deal with it right now, so I just kick off my shoes and take my food to the couch as usual.

I text Marten and eat a few bites while I wait. He replies almost instantly and within minutes, he’s online. It’s becoming my favourite part of the day.

We play for a few hours, and I almost forget to be sad. Marten never mentions Paul, he just talks about normal things like what the other guys in his fraternity are up to, his studies, new games he’d like to play. Easy topics. He’s also good at carrying the conversation when I’m quiet, like tonight.

Marten probably doesn’t even know what day it is today, and somehow that makes it easier.

Eventually, though, he has to leave. He tends to go to bed early, even on weekends, and I promise him to get some sleep too. My barely touched food has congealed into a solid cube in the box and I leave it on the table and try to decide how to spend the rest of the night. As if I don’t already know.

Finally, I give in.

I open my laptop, ignoring the notifications about the thousands of unread messages. I thought the sudden influx of hate-mail was bad when my relationship with Paul was discovered, but it has been nothing compared to after the news of the breakup.

I know I shouldn’t, know I’m just picking at the wounds, but my fingers move on their own, out of habit, and pure muscle memory is making them type Paul’s name into the search bar. All the links are already purple, of course, there is nothing new here, but I still click the first one. It takes me to his Social Bunny profile. Paul was never that active on social media, and his latest post is several weeks old.

I know it by heart.

“In response to the recent speculation, I want to clarify that Julia and I parted ways a while back. She’s an incredibly gifted and wonderful person, and I truly wish the best for her.”

The best.

“But you were the best,” I whisper.

I feel like crying, but it seems like I’ve finally run out of tears, emptied the reservoirs over the last couple of months, and now all that’s left inside of me is dust.

I go back and click the second link, then the third, cycling through the old articles and interviews as if I’m expecting to find something I haven’t seen a hundred times.

Samara and Miranda are probably having drinks at The Rooftop right now. Samara texted me an hour ago, asking me if I was sure I didn’t want to go out with them instead of stalking my ex for once. I replied with another lame excuse. I’ve been avoiding people for so long that it feels like I’ve forgotten how to function in society, like some sort of feral raccoon who only knows how to hide and eat trash.

I’ve gone through all the links. I refresh the search page. Nothing has changed, obviously, but I refresh it again and again, feeling like I’m desperately knocking on his door and trying to be let in. Then I start over at the first link.

“In response to the recent speculation, I want to clarify that Julia and I parted ways a while back. She’s an incredibly gifted and wonderful person, and I truly wish the best for her.”

Samara is right, I can’t keep doing this. It’s crazy. There’s only one thing to do. I move my cursor over the red button and take a deep breath. Then I block his profile before I can change my mind.

As his picture vanishes, the entire screen blurs. It would seem that I still have some tears left.

beginning / previous / next

[zot3-flopped]

in all serious, idk how people can watch liams snapchats and see the way he acts and just ignore it. he slurs all his words, has crazy eyes, makes no sense half the time…he’s clearly not right. it’s crazy to me that there’s fans of his that just ignore it and it’s even crazier to me that there’s no one in his life doing anything about it. it’s why i could never be a kate defender, she just lets this happen and probably enables it because she likes the fame and money she gets from the situation. i can’t imagine niall’s reaction to seeing him acting like that. ik he could’ve said no to a picture but i honestly think he only briefly interacted with him because i don’t even think it’s possible to have a real conversation with liam in the state he is in

There are so many mentions of Oliver/Liam doing drugs in Maya's book. Although I don't like Kate, I fear for her sometimes because there's no way this kind of scene is in the past.

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐓𝐰𝐨 ✠ ❝𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞❞

(A/n) ➳ Started playing the older games of Assassin’s Creed and when I tell you it’s so cuz I’m so used to Rogue/Black Flag controls. But you can expect some works for AC2 and Black Flag, maybe AC1 as well.

Word Count ➳ 1.6k

Content Warnings ➳ descriptions of violence, mentions of death, Chevalier being as asshole, talk about marriage/children...

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Liam held your arms firmly, his grip bruising. He pushed you into one of the rooms of the manor, the door slamming behind him with a loud thud, it was clear how frustrated and angry he was.  

You nearly hit the ground if it wasn’t for the desk you collided into, knocking over books and papers off the desk. You winced from the impact and were surprised by Liam’s action. You looked back at him, fearful.  

“Why did he do it?” You questioned, trembling under the eyes of your own brother. You dared not look at your arms and see the marks he left. But as scared you were, you were confused, you had no idea what went on.  

“Is it true what they say? That Shay stole the manuscript?” 

Liam paced back and forth, his hands clenched together. “You don’t understand. Shay betrayed us, betrayed the Brotherhood. There is no good reason for what he’s done.”  

“Yet you and I know him, Liam!” You insisted. “He would not do this without cause. Tell me, what happened in Lisbon?!”  

Liam froze as his head snapped in your direction. “You’re acting like a child.” He scoffed at you. “This is not a game! His choices put all of us in danger!”  

You flinched at his loud voice. “Then stop treating me like one! I can take care of myself!”  

“Can you?” He argued. “Chevalier could’ve shot you instead? Do you understand that? You could be dead because of Shay!”  

Yet you ignored his words and thought differently. “Shay had a reason.” You once again repeated. “And I intend to find out what it was, with or without you.” 

Liam pressed his lips together for a moment, his hands ran over his face as he was struggling to calm himself. “You will not.” He finally spoke. “You will stay here, on Davenport, and you will leave with me if I must.” He declared.  

“I will be keeping an eye on you.”  

You snorted, waving him off with a flick of your arm. But he remained stern, his gaze unwavering as he stared. Your smile slowly dropped when you realized that he was being genuine.  

“You cannot be serious!”  

“Would you like Chevalier to do the same?! I'm sure he would love ordering you around like a dog!”  

You stepped closer to him, getting in his face. “I am part of this Brotherhood just like you! I have fought by your side! I have fought for you all like the rest! Yet you treat me like- like-!”  

Liam grabbed your shoulder, and you froze in response. “Achilles will have you killed if you say another word.” As furious as he sounded, you could hear a crack in his voice. “I promised father that I would protect you, and I intend on to. Do you understand me?”  

Liam was right. Achilles would kill you if he caught of whiff of betrayal and Liam’s face solidified your answer. You knew that he tried to keep his anger from you, not wanting scare you away, and kept a kind face around you, yet he was honest this time. 

His eyes stared into yours, he watched as tears fell as you maintain a strong face. Or tried to. He saw right through your facade. He knew you were hurting, after all, Shay was your friend too. 

He engulfed you in his tight embrace, allowing you to cry in his arms. But he left you there. Alone.  

You cried in the room, collapsed to the ground. This time, you cried into your hands, truly believing the Shay was gone. Hope came moments later, trying to soothe your sobs by rubbing your back and whispering in your ears.  

Liam ignored the stares coming from everyone. He refused to speak to anyone, more like nobody dared to speak to him when they saw his face. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were narrowed.  

If Shay never fell down that cliff, he would’ve strangled him with his own hands for putting his sister in danger.

 

DAVENPORT HOMESTEAD, 1755 

Either you were brilliant or just blatantly lucky. The year without Shay was painfully long, yet all those days and nights spent in a room were trying to find anything that screamed Shay. But all of them were dead ends, you were starting to believe that it was all lost cause. 

Risking your position and your life... Was it all for nothing? Questioning your loyalty to the Brotherhood, was it all for nothing?  

You tossed your bag over your shoulder, carrying all the papers, scrolls, and maps of your search. You didn’t dare leave any of it behind in case someone came across it and reported it back to Achilles or Liam.  

You had gained permission from Liam to go on a mission without him. Your heart pounded quickly as you boarded Chevalier’s ship.  

It was bustling with activity from the crew, cleaning the deck of the ship, repairing damage, working on cannons or its mortars. You felt out of place, you clutched the strap of your bag tightly and stepped towards Chevalier carefully.  

He eyed you, arms crossed as his lips curled into a sneer. You opened your mouth to greet him, but he raised his hand, cutting you off. “If you try anything girl, you shall end like the cabbage farmer.” Chevalier advised.  

You nodded in agreement. “I will be out of your way.” You replied. “Captain.”  

He scoffed at you, heading towards the wheel of the ship. “Seems like you can listen.”  

You kept silent, knowing that any sign of disobedience would jeopardize your task. When he started barking his orders, you rushed below deck, pushing past the crew going up or down the steps.  

The ship sailed smoothly for hours, from word from the crew, it was a secure path that they often took to avoid the Royal Navy.

It was dark when the ship docked at a small settlement, and the crew, including Chevalier, went towards the tavern.  

Though a couple of members stayed on the ship, it was easy to slip past them and enter the captain’s cabin. The room was illuminated by candles, and many of them surrounded a large table.  

It was easy to tell that these were his maps, you flipped through the stacks, unrolling the scrolls until you found one that stuck out the most. You wanted to cheer with joy but instead you took out your own parchment and used Chevalier’s quill and ink to copy the actives of the Royal Navy.  

The minutes flew by, yet they felt like an eternity. You felt like you were sweating, your dominant hand nearly shaking from the panic. You had to get every detail correct, you could not afford to mess up.  

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from the deck outside. You gasped, dropping the quill and rolling up the maps, and carefully hiding them in your bag.  

Just as you were about to slip out the same way you came in, you heard voices approaching the cabin... Chevalier.  

You rushed away from the door, your eyes scanning the room for an escape route. You spotted a small window and hurriedly climbed through.  

You climbed the side of the ship, trying to remain calm as you heard the drunken shouts of the crew, the obnoxious singing and chatter did nothing but stress you out more.  

But you took your chance, landing on the deck of the ship. But no one had said a thing, they were drunk out of their minds or focused on the drunks. You were invisible to them.  

1757 

As rather small Davenport seemed to be, it was always active. You sat on a bench, watching the community go about their daily tasks. You watched as people cut down trees, prepared food, and parents playing with their children.  

“(Y/n).” He began from behind you, resting his arms against the bench. “What’s on your mind?” 

“Have you ever wished for kids?” You asked him, you didn’t look back at Liam. 

Liam looked in the direction you were looking. “If things had gone differently, there was a chance. A different life, perhaps.”  

You laughed. “You’ve told me time and time again that my life was supposed to be different. Apparently, you had it all worked out.” Now, you looked back at him and saw him grumble which made you laugh again. “And you’re still angry about that.”  

Liam sighed and took his place beside you. “I suppose I am. You were always stubborn. I don’t know why I thought you would just go along with what I had for you.”  

You leaned back and looked up at the sky, the cloud slowly passing by. “I’ve had this dream. A wonderful husband, a child or two. My husband works aboard for work, disappearing for months but always comes home.”  

He raised an eyebrow. “Am I in this dream of yours?” His tone was playful. 

“Yes. You’re married and have numerous of children.” You rolled your eyes, earning a jab from him.  

He laughed as well until it came to a halt. You hated how peaceful this moment was. And you hated having to tell your dream that was meant to have Shay in it to Liam. 

“I know you’d make a wonderful mother.” Liam started. “But I cannot see you watching your children grow.”  

“Excuse me?”  

“The life as an assassin is a life you cannot escape. We are bound to it. Whether you are a wife, a mother, or a sister, our duty comes first. And assassins... We don’t have the luxury of a future.”  

“It does not have to be that way.”  

“It’s the order of things, we cannot change it.”  

© Intoxicated-Chan 2024, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission.  

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[emophobix]

I have kidnapped tinsel and wont give him back until i get a top 10 awesome khan moments, so 😁

sigh

welcome to

emophobix’s top 10 awesome khan moments!!!!!!!! 

10. (hologram) khan fucking dies

i like seeing characters i adore so much in pain, this may not be the real khan but when i first watched this scene i was way too excited for some reason.

fun fact: i wrote this one last because i ran out of moments.

9. khan calling uzi ‘buddy’

this was just really cute, i have nothing else to say.

ignore the fact he’s thrown across the room .7 seconds later.

8. khan not building a door so he could go to uzi’s parent-teacher conference

the true start of his redemption arc. it was never cringe.

7. khan and uzi hug

no words really. it makes me go violent.

p.s. note how episode 2 is in this listicle multiple times. 

6. khan calls nori hot

i don’t wanna know what he’s into.

5. khan in ep 3

he’s getting better! sure he mentions doors, but he’s more focused on uzi! you know damn well if he could, he would have busted those gym doors down.

i don’t care what any of you say, him getting that dress for uzi was so cute, besides she looked good in it. 

4. khan drops the fact he had a ‘kill all humans’ phase

dad lore that only i want.

liam please show us his emo phase. or just anything with him, i do not care.

3. khan threatening to install a door on the teacher’s face

he was completely valid + right with his reasoning too.

2. khan in ep 7

pretty attractive if i do say so myself.

last but not least:

khan saves n from being a lunchable

he may not like him, but he still saved his future son-in-law from certain death, with a door no less. this has to be symbolic in some way.

khan goatman, amirite?

[pugh-bug]

No.42 Chapter 9

Art Donaldson x reader slow burn

Second to last chapter….enjoy!

Part 8

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Art pulled away to breathily ask ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ You resisted the urge to play with his hair to answer. ‘I didn’t think I was your type.’ Art’s face was a picture, you’d never seen him scoff before. He rubbed his face in disbelief, almost cartoonishly.

‘Why’s that so surprising?’

Art gathered himself quickly, brushing his hand over yours. ‘I thought I made it obvious.’ Oh this sweet boy, he had no idea - your turn to scoff. With your free hand you pulled Art, by the back of his neck, close to your face. ‘You should have tried harder.’ You whispered in his ear.

‘I won didn’t I?’

He didn’t wait for you to challenge him, Art’s lips were back on yours in an instant. He couldn’t get enough of you, he found himself wondering if he could ever feel as much as he felt right then and there for anyone else. I’d he’d ever feel so full of need for another human being that wasn’t you, his roommate and best friends honorary sister.

‘I want you to know…’ Art whispered in between your feverish kisses. ‘That we can stop at any time…’ Another even longer kiss. ‘I don’t expect anythin-‘ You pulled away, sporting a quizzical look due to the sizeable erection pressing against your knee. It had been there a while. ‘Would you not be devastated?’ It took all your strength not to grin as you palmed him through his shorts. ‘Completely devastated…’ he practically purred in your ear, adjusting his hips to feel more of your touch.

RING RING

You were going to fucking kill Liam.

‘Yeah?’ You answered, slightly out of breath. Just as you were about to use the classic ‘this better be an emergency’ he told you it was. He needed you to help him, he’d sprained his ankle playing too hard on an injury. No- it wasn’t a sprain he’d broken something…

As you listened to the panicked woes of your friend, Art frowned. He waited patiently for you to get off the phone and explain why on earth he had to stop what the two of you were doing for Liam. Of all people. The second you hung up he was fiddling with his watch.

‘Why did he ask you?’ It was hard to ignore the bitterness in Art’s voice but you tried. ‘You don’t drive. How are you gonna take him to the hospital?’ That was logic you just couldn’t argue with. ‘And there’s really no one at Stanford that can drive?’ The bitterness was growing wings, taking flight. What was left of the mood from earlier had quickly disappeared.

You failed to mention that Liam was in love with you, it was irrelevant to his ankle anyway. ‘I know you and Liam aren’t getting on right now but we can’t just leave him sat there stranded and in pain.’

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Art reversed into the priority space, sighing as you opened the door. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, let alone you, that he had a distinct feeling Liam was lying and that he’d invited just you for a reason. He hoped he was wrong.

‘Y/N- and Art…’

Liam was sat on the floor of the empty gymnasium, clutching his leg looking lost. ‘I brought Art so he can drive you to the hospital!’ You yelled, rushing over to him whilst Art lagged behind.

‘Who were you playing?’

Art gestured to the empty gym, eagerly awaiting Liam’s response. He was challenging him.

‘No one, was just practising my serve.’

The two looked at each other, resembling bullies on a playground sizing each other up. You felt embarrassed for them both. ‘Art, maybe you should go drive the car to the entrance?’ Art didn’t miss the elation in Liam’s face at your suggestion but he obliged all the same. He didn’t want to watch Liam limp for half a mile, even if he did think he’d become an arse.

The gymnasium smelt like stale sweat, not a pleasant scent to be trapped with. There was a slight echo, since it was empty, that was a bit eerie for your liking. Liam was beaming as he watched you help him to his feet. He was heavier than he looked. ‘You look happy for someone in agony.’ Art’s thoughts coming out of your mouth.

‘It’s easy to be happy round you, you’re probably my favourite person.’ He was edging towards dangerous territory and Art would be back any moment. Change subject change subject! ‘We’ll stay with you at the hospital, so we can drive you home after.’ Liam’s arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, for support. ‘I know you said it could be broken but I think it’s just a sp-‘ and then he kissed you with lips that tasted of warm lucozade…

You leaned back so rapidly Liam almost fell to the floor. ‘Why did you do that?’ But before he could answer, Art was honking his horn. Maybe it was best he didn’t answer, you didn’t feel like talking about it.

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‘Right,’ Art announced, as he parked the car at the hospital. ‘Everyone out.’ You’d felt Liam’s eyes on you every moment of the journey but you’d barely spoken a word. ‘I think Y/N’s gonna Uber home.’ He suddenly announced. What?

Looking utterly confused, Art turned round in his seat to stare at the two of you. ‘What? Why?’ Liam sighed, just loud enough for you hear, as he passed you his phone. He’d called you one, he was giving you a way out. He wasn’t going to make you sit with him all night after he’d kissed you, he was misguided not cruel.

‘Okay…’ you mumbled, trying not to picture Art and Liam arguing over nothing in your absence. ‘See you at home yeah?’ Art looked at you blankly as you got out of the car. You’d text him some context later.

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‘Liam kissed you?’ Patrick was trying not to laugh as you filled him in. ‘And you and Art almost shagged because of my infinite wisdom in all things love related but Liam just cockblocked you?’ You nodded. ‘And then you got Art to drive the two of you all the way to the hospital and then left him there and got an Uber here?’

‘Yep…’

‘What a bitch.’

‘Me or Liam?’

‘You! But also Liam, he has…issues.’

‘Yeah…’

Patrick reassured you that you hadn’t let Liam on, which you knew already, and that Art had no reason to be annoyed at you. He was just in the middle of telling you about his equally weird night when Art arrived. ‘I’ll leave you two alone.’ Patrick whispered, retreating to the kitchen to snack.

‘I’m really sor-‘

Art rushed over to hug you. Tightly. ‘Thank you.’ He mumbled into your shoulder, smelling distinctly of hospital detergent. For what? ‘For making me realise how important you are to me.’ Your heart rate was rapidly thumping, almost escaping from your chest trying to reach his. A sudden dampness hit your eyes as you hugged him back, never wanting to let go. ‘I’m still confused…’ you mumbled into his shoulder, before pulling away.

‘Liam,’ Art sighed, brushing a hair out of your face. ‘He pretty much asked me to choose between our friendship and you. I chose you.’

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Onyx Storm Theories // Fourth Wing/Iron Flame Spoilers!!

So, I just finished my third reread of both books a few days ago, and I have some thoughts.

1. It’s mentioned multiple times throughout Fourth Wing, that “venin are dark welders who pull from the earth WITHOUT being bonded to a dragon or gryphon”. I counted 5 separate times where this was mentioned, however I may have missed some. In the first chapter of the book, when Mira’s chastising Violet for packing too many books, she says to her, “Just don’t try to channel power without being bonded and …” Another time it’s brought up is when Violet meets Syrena and the fliers for the first time, and she asks Xaden, “People who can somehow tap into the source of magic without a dragon or a gryphon to channel.. actually exist?” I don’t think RY would’ve written it so many times in the same way if it didn’t mean something..

If we stick with the theory that Jack is venin before even setting foot in Basgiath, then Nolon’s missive to General Sorrengail is true. There is no cure. However, since Xaden draws power from the earth while already being bonded to Sheryl, I think it might be a little bit different for him. I have no idea how, or any of the specifics, but I do think that this will come into play at some point.

2. Liam’s death in Resson is eerily similar to his almost death in War Games. A: he gets stabbed by Jack, a venin. B: He falls from Deigh’s back and Violet catches him. C: Violet says “No. No. No. I refuse to lose him”. All of which are pretty close parallels to, Liam being killed in a battle with venin, falling from Deigh’s back and being caught by Violet, and then Violet saying “No. No. No. It’s not alright.”

Now I’m not saying I want this happen, in fact I’ll be absolutely heartbroken if this does happen, but who’s almost death do we almost experience in Iron Flame? Ridoc’s, when he gets shot by the arrows, and Sawyer’s, when his leg gets bitten off by a wyvern. I unfortunately see either of these two being viable options for RY to kill off in the next book. I’m leaning a little more towards Ridoc, simply because of the arrow thing. Maorsite arrowheads are mentioned multiple times throughout Irom Flame, and Ridoc getting shot by two arrows, is simply not something I can ignore.

Again, if any of Violet’s second squad year mates die, I will be unwell. But this is Rebecca we’re talking about so at this point I think just about anything’s fair game.

3. In terms of Violet’s second signet, I have a few viable options. Something to do with gravity or some sort of intinsic when it comes to dreams/the future/thoughts. Even after the blurb was released yesterday, I still don’t think it’s a truth sayer. See my next point as to why.

Anyways, something to do with gravity because that word is mentioned entirely too much in Iron Flame for it to be a coincidence. Granted, it’s mentioned mainly surrounding Violet and Xaden’s relationship, but hear me out. Violet first wields lightning without knowing it when she kisses Xaden for the first time. Aka she’s feeling extremely intense emotions. Her second signet manifesting while feeling those same emotions (being with Xaden) would make sense. I feel like it went from “I feel white hot energy crackling at my fingertips” or “power surges through me” in Fourth Wing when Violet has some sort of realization or deeper emotion, to “Gravity shifts”, or “I lose my center,” in Iron Flame. Again, maybe just a huge coincidence but I find it’s too repetitive for that to be the case.

In terms of a specific moment when it manifests, I have a few options. One, when Violet visits Samra for the first time, she describes Xaden as, “gravity, pulling me back to him by the force of his existence. I don’t think this is where it manifests necessarily, but I do think it’s a clue. The next time Violet is in Samara, it’s when Xaden tells her to “play along” because Mira is there. When they kiss in this scene, Violet talks about feeling weightless. “When nothing else matters but the feel of his lips, the flick of his tongue behind my teeth, the lust burning through me I know only he can fully sate. My heart gallops and my body FLOATS as my hands glide into his soft hair. Weightless. He makes me feel totally, completely WEIGHTLESS, like it’s possible to fly on nothing but waves of sensation”. Floating? Weightless? Gravity? There’s several other instances in Iron Flame where Violet describes a weightlessness feeling, or “needing gravity to center herself” so this seems like a good signet for her to have.

In terms of the intinsic one, I think the dreams she shares/sees with Xaden and the sage are all I need to prove this point. I mean sharing dreams definitely isn’t normal, even between two people who share a bond.

4. Why is Violet not a truth sayer? This one seems pretty easy to me. In one of the last chapters of Iron Flame, when Violet puts together that Andarna is the missing piece of the puzzle when it comes to the wards, but before she talks to her about it, Violet says “I’m the one holding what might be the ultimate secret”. I think “the secret so big” and “the truth” that RY is alluding to in the blurb, has to do with Andarna specifically, and what role she’ll play in vanquishing the venin.

5. Lastly, we know there’s more venin. I mean Jack says it at the end of Iron Flame. So who are they??? This theory is more than a little unhinged, but what if Cat is a venin. Hear me out, the chapter in Iron Flame where Cat and Violet fight, has an opening chapter blurb all about venin. “Defeating a dark wielder begins with knowing where they rank in age and experience… etc.” We also know that venin mimic their fighting style to the their opponent. Violet comes to the realization that Cat’s fighting style mirrors her own because Xaden trained them both, but what if that’s not the reason. What if Cat is actually a venin. I mean there’s definitely something a little bit off about Tecarus and how he had a bunch of drained rock from the Barrens brought to Cordyn for an arena. Like sir? Why? And also the fact that the venin skipped right over Cordyn and went straight to Pavis. Like uhm why? Cat’s his niece so maybe there’s something to that? And, near the very end of Iron Flame, the venin that’s taunting Violet before Andarna shows up to save her states “Her, I don’t care about” in reference to Cat. And just leaves Cat alone. Seems just a little strange to me. Obviously there’s other people actually within Basgiath who are also venin, but that’s a theory for another day.

Anyways, I have like a billion more thoughts on all of these points as well as a thousand other theories that may or may not even make sense. If anyone’s interested in talking about anything Empyrean related message me! I love talking about these lovely little books:)