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iiotic · 3 months ago

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HELLO, idk if I already sent a request here but if not, may bi request Lyney and any other character if you wish x gn reader who returns to them bloodied and bruised, the "I didn't have anywhere else to go" trope if you will. If not feel free to ignore.

"I DIDN'T HAVE ANYWHERE ELSE TO GO"

summary: how'd neuvillette, lyney react to their crush returning injured saying that they didn't have anywhere else to go.

tw: angst, lowercase intended, ooc neuvillette and lyney?? blood and injures ig?? not proff read, tell me if i missed anything, gn reader | wc: 1.1k

thank you so so so much for the request!! really liked the idea and I had fun making it. also I thought it would be fun if they were on the crushing stage, they obviously harbour feelings for eachother but like didn't tell yet. I made lyneys part significantly longer yet neuvillettes part is slightly shorter then I expected. hope it wasn't too bad <3 (I don't rlly like how it turned out help)

── ꒰neuvillette. ｡˚ ꒱

you struggled to keep your eyes open as you walked slowly in the direction of the chiefs justice house, it certainly didn't help that you barely remembered where he lived. you were at his house maybe once, and you didn't want to feel pushy so it didn't really bother you. however now you realized that maybe you should pay more mind to where he is located.

you sniffed, as tears flew on your cheeks, mixing with the rain after the trial. unfortunately or fortunately for you no one was on the streets this late at night meaning that no one will be able to help you, yet will be able to see how embarrassingly you walk.

after many turns and stumbles you made it to neuvillettes door, you leaned against the door frame, knocking weakly. the door opened surprisingly fast.

"dear? oh!" he gasped, grabbing your arm to keep you from falling.

"I didn't have anywhere else to go, i'm sorry." you whispered, he felt.. flattered? he was glad that you trust him yet he never imagined that he'd found out like that. seeing you hurt was not something he enjoyed.

"dont apologize." he murmured, before leading you to his couch, closing the door behind him. you saw him search for his first aid kick in the kitchen cabinet before coming back to you.

"what happened? how did it happen?" he asked as he gently pulled your sleeve up, eyeing your injuries.

"i just wanted to get some groceries, but before I knew it someone jumped on me, I don't know who I didn't see their face, pheraps it was the fatui but I doubt that what would they need from me? or pheraps it was some locals after a bit too much alcochol or-" you said hurriedly, before neuvillette hushed you telling you to calm down and so you did.

the room was silent, only the lamp in the corner of the couch turned on, it was comforting. maybe you'd enjoy it if you weren't in so much pain.

"im surprised that you know how to bandage people.. did someone taught you?" you asked him quietly, impressed by his skill.

"oh.. sigewinne taught me after i visited her in the fortress of meropide. although I didn't have anyone to test my skills on I believe that I know what Im doing." he looked at you, smiling slightly.

after some minutes the job was finished but neuvillette didn't let you go home, offering you a place in his bedroom as he, himself would sleep on the couch. you declined at first but gave in after you realized that the chief justice cares for you, flustered. before saying you goodnights neuvillette reasurred you that the person who hurt you would be punished.

in the morning the local newspaper was telling everyone to be careful and be cautious as someone is jumping people in fontaine..

── ꒰lyney. ｡˚ ꒱

the night was cold as you stumbled on your feet, struggling find your favourite magician. he just finished another of his magic shows that you were invited, however after you got ready and left your house you got cornered. you were left with bruises and small cuts all over your body, you lips and nose all covered in your blood and red eyes from crying when everything happened, it hurt so badly.

you sniffed as you remembered how lyney told you to be more careful at night, seemingly worried about you. telling you that there's some anonymous people cornering others and.. oh you were at his door. you weakly knocked.. no reply, you were shivering in cold as you didn't even realize it started raining. you decided to use the doorbell. soon after you heard footsteps from the inside, a crack from the door opening.

"oh my! what--how?" you heard his voice nervously struggle wit finding the right words. before you know it you were pulled inside with one of lyneys hand on your hip and on your shoulder. he pushed you gently onto the couch, looking at you horrified. you opened your mouth to speak but you nothing came out, your favourite magician already left in hurry to get his aid kick.

your eyes felt so unbelievably heavy, you almost couldn't keep them open but maybe just maybe you could close them for a wh-.

"hey, hey." you felt your chin being lifted. "i know you've lost a lot of blood just please, please try your best to not close your okay? okay." he said in a hurry. slowly and gently picking up your arm to bandage it.

"im sorry.." you managed to whisper quietly, weekly. "i just didnt have anywhere else to go.. i dont want to be a bother."

his expression softened as he heard you voice crack at the end of the sentence. "a bother? never." he said softly, looking at your weak self.

you don't know how much time has passed, seconds, minutes, hours. you were left all bandaged up, your nose no longer bleeding as well as your mouth. you were grateful for everything that he did for you, everything that he had to go through for you. you were so embarrassed, you didn't want to bother him you knew that he was tired after his magic show.

you found yourself too weak to go to your own house so lyney decided to let you sleep in his bedroom, in his bed and his softly whispering words of comfort to you before he turned off the lights and left the room.

"you'd never be a bother to me, and im glad that you decided to seek me and my help. i won't lie, i was slightly worried after you didn't show up at my magic show tonight, you usually always are there. and yet I have never thought of checking on you, it was my fault that you have such injuries, pheraps if i showed up you'd atleast have smaller injuries and id know who hurt you. but don't worry, I will find them and they won't see the sun ever again."

#neuvillette x y/n #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney x y/n #lyney x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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graysnetwork · 1 year ago

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Please write something for Keegan, when he develops feelings for the and how he confesses them (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

"you're too beautiful to not admire"

notes - Sorry for being gone for soo long ya'll i been doin me Warning: nothing except for my no proof reading and prolly a lot of spelling errors

Summary: When Keegan develops feelings for you and how he confesses

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It wasn’t long before Keegan had realized he liked you, when he realized he was thinking about you as he laid around in bed after a tough day; when he smiled as he thought of the joke you made to lighten the mood, he thought for a while before accepting the fact that he did indeed have feelings for you.

His acceptance only made him fall for you more, when he remembered the small smiles you gave him from time to time during the day, when he thought of the laughs you let out when he made a terrible joke. It just made you perfect in his eyes.

When was the last time he fell asleep without thinking of you? He couldn’t remember.

Every night his head was filled with you. And maybe you reciprocated these feelings, he hoped so, he really hoped so.

Maybe the way you stuttered a few times when he came up from behind you was a sign you liked him? Maybe the way you smiled to yourself when he had to walk around you and he put his hands on your hips to get through was a sign?

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Keegan thought about you every hour of the day now, and his teammates realized how much more quiet he was now, he looked like he was in his own world with the way he had a smile plastered on his face and stared at the ceiling.

You walked into the barracks and made Keegans head turn as you flopped dow onto your bed next to his, you made no other movement before groaning. It made keegan let out a chuckle.

"good night y/n?" he smirked and watched as you picked up your head from the bed, "No" you glared at him as you knew he was trying to taunt you. "really? couldn't tell, what happened?" he chuckled again and laid his head back again. "I'm just tired, i haven't gotten a single break" you mumbled into your pillow and kicked your boots off.

"really? not one break? m'sorry" he felt bad now since he was trying to annoy you, "it's okay i just wanna sleep, my feet are killing me" you mumbled and finally turned your head to the side instead of burying your face into the pillows. Keegan smiled as he turned your way and looks into your pretty eyes.

"I bet they are" he whispered as he stared at you. you were already in some shorts, a black tee shirt and ready for bed, so you were ready to fall asleep any. minute now. "mhm" you hummed and closed you eyes, he turned off his lamp and went back to admiring your perfect look.

You pulled up the covers and opened your eyes and noticed keegan was just staring at you, no shame too.

"goodnight keegan" you whispered "goodnight y/n" he whispered back, but you could feel his eyes on you, "go to sleep" you mumbled which made keegan chuckle another time. "no, i like this" he smiled at you as he watched you open your eyes again.

"stop staring" you mumbled again "no" he smiled like an idiot again "you're too beautiful to not admire" he said sweetly, "you think i'm beautiful?" you whispered and smiled sheepishly. "you don't?" he grinned, his compliment made your heart flutter.

"Thank you keegs" you whispered as you felt your cheeks get all warm.

This was the perfect moment for him to tell you how he felt, he was trying to figure out if this was the right time.

"Don't thank me y/n, you're the one who's pretty" he replied. You tucked your head into your pillow as you giggled and got flustered like an idiot. Keegan sat up in his bed and chuckled as he watched you got nervous.

It was the right moment.

"y/n.." he whispered again, "hm?" you asked and turned your head, "I like you, and i don't mean like a friend, i love you, and i don't want anyone else but you" he said quietly and sweetly with a smile, like that sentence was exclusive for your ears to hear, Only your ears.

Your eyes widened a bit at his confession but it made you flustered, but you smiled and sat up and stared at him, "I like you too, and not just as a friend" you admitted and smiled at him.

The two of you sat there for a few moments smiling at each other and blushing before Keegan got up, you were about to follow his movements but he was quick to kiss you and push you back down onto the bed as he held your waist gently.

#imagines #x reader stories #fluff #call of duty #oneshot #keegan p russ #keegan russ #call of duty keegan #cod keegan #keegan russ x reader #keegan p. russ x reader #keegan x reader #cod ghosts #keegan russ x you #fluff requests

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sunflowersteves · 2 years ago

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forgiving you was easy || j.m.

part three of ain't no sunshine

pairing || joel miller x f!sunshine!reader

summary || who knew Joel Miller would be jealous of the entire town of Jackson, Wyoming.

author's note || chapter threeee! sorry it took me a bit! i was on spring break and then a lost a little motivation for writing for this series and joel but im back! better than ever! this isn't edited either so i'm sorry for any mistakes. can be read as stand alone but follows a series!

warnings || jealousy, angst, fluff, insecurities, dependency, joel is so in-love, SMUT, soft dom!joel, cockwarming, a little sub!joel if you squint, unprotected sex, food play, [18+ only]

part two || series masterlist || masterlist

You know I'll always love you And I can't forget the days when you were mine Forgiving you is easy

The warmth of spring in Wyoming settles in between the fluffy green grass and the perk of white from the wildflowers that start to bloom. Spring was always your favorite, especially after the calming storm of the harsh, frosty winter.��

Ellie and Joel could always tell the changing of the seasons when you were around—like an alarm clock that pleasantly buzzed against their ears. The days they watched you with a book in your hand, hot tea in the other, and a blanket snuggled over your lap were over.

Instead, you were humming along to a tune outside as you tended to your garden. You would fluff out an old blanket to have a picnic under the cedar trees. Spring was just your season, and Joel and Ellie’s smiles couldn’t be brighter when they saw just how much you thrived.

However, Joel hadn’t had the pleasure to watch the seasons change this year. He couldn’t watch the late evenings of watching you and Ellie catch fireflies on the back porch. He hadn’t seen the new sundresses you had traded with one of the taylor’s in town. He hadn’t had the pleasure of going on a hike near the river and skipping rocks until your arm hurt too much.

It wasn’t like it was entirely his fault that he hadn’t seen you. He had been trying for the past two months to get your attention but seemingly failed every time. He knew that you being injured spooked the entire town—hell, it spooked him too. He would argue that it scared him shitless more than anybody else in the entire world.

But everyone wanted their chance to hang out with you—the world was full of violence and chaos, something that many people in the town had forgotten, and the reminder of your injuries had struck them intensely. Everyone in Jackson, Wyoming wanted every ounce of your attention.

Tommy wanted your help on a surprise for Maria. Maria wanted your input on the things happening around the town. Jesse wanted to show you a new weapon he had gotten. Dina wanted to ask for more supplies for the new cabin she built. Even when you were back at your own cabin, Ellie wanted to show you all of the new things she had discovered at school. That last one, though, Joel didn’t mind so much.

And you. You. You were as happy as you could be—a smile plastered onto your face and a sweet voice ringing out saying, “I’d be happy to.” Joel’s sunshine—the person that he was truly starting to miss and crave.

Joel felt as though was about to simmer over like a pot of water that was about to completely boil over. Joel could feel you slowly start to detach yourself from him—the wall seemingly becoming much higher.

You never caressed his face anymore in the mornings. You had been waking up too early that your mind fogged over with sleep, no longer cuddling into his side. You never kissed him goodnight, already asleep in the bed. You never hugged him behind the waist when he cooked anymore.

That was just the way things were when more than half of the damn town wanted your constant attention. He couldn’t really blame anyone else either because he understood. You were the glue to everyone’s smiles and laughter, the town was undoubtedly happier with you around.

He knew it wasn’t on purpose. He knew you couldn’t help it. But, you were his glue too.

A deep sullen feeling rushed over his chest as he thought about the little time he had spent with you. His hands itched to feel the soft plains of your skin again, to hold your hand as you danced around in the kitchen.

He closed his eyes, and one of his hands gripped the couch so hard he thought the stuffing might fall out. His breathing was deep and labored, the lonely ache settling into his bones. He knew that all of this would soon pass, at least he hoped.

His fears always get the best of him, especially when all the people he has loved die or leave. The mere thought of you leaving was about to take seize of his chest and break it whole. You and Ellie were the family he thought he could never have, again. You were it for him.

“Good morning, handsome.” You made your way down the stairs and smiled at the fresh pot of coffee.

Joel could only grunt as a response.

You arched an eyebrow, though. While that might be a normal response to everyone else, you were always greeted with a deep scratchy, ‘good morning, darlin’.” You poured yourself some of the coffee into your favorite mug—bright yellow sunflowers that covered the ceramic glass.

You looked over your shoulder to see Joel completely lost in thought. A frown sat right on top of his pretty features, the curve of his lips was almost starting to become red. “Joel?”

The sweet plains of your voice seemed to catch him out of his daze. His eyes softened and the frown slowly disappeared from his lips at the sight of you in the kitchen. You still had your pajamas on and the sleep under your eyes was still a bit prominent.

“Sleep any good?” He watched you tiredly nod, knowing you just lied to his face. Even with the warmth that flowed through your body from being next to Joel, your sleepless nights were still taking a toll. He knew you weren’t getting good sleep, but he still wanted to make sure you were okay.

“No, you haven’t.” You open your mouth to retort something back, but the smile that shines on his face halts your jaw to stop. “You don’t have to lie to me, darlin’, I already know.”

You huff out in playful annoyance before sipping some of the sugary coffee. “You always seem to know, Miller.”

You saunter over to him, placing the coffee cup at the end table, and placing your knees over to rest near his thighs. His arms immediately find their home on your hips and he gives them a squeeze.

You smiled brightly at him, as you always did, and Joel couldn’t contain the pure happiness that flowed through his veins. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and trails his lips up to your nose and finally pecks the tip.

You giggle in his arms, your own hand resting along the back of his neck and shoulder. He lets himself contently sigh and his eyes flutter closed at the relaxed feeling. “Can’t seem to get you to myself.”

You raised an eyebrow as you start to press soft kisses to his jawline—feeling the gruff of his patchy beard. “What’s that?”

He opened one of his eyes, peeking to look at you. He huffed, almost childlike, at the thought of having to share you again. “You’ve been busy all week, darlin’. I jus’ haven’t seen you.”

You nodded, your hands making their way past his shoulders and down to his hardened chest. He groaned at the newly founded attention of your touches. His hands start to wander around your hips, one lowering to your side, while the other hand feels the plains of your stomach.

He could feel the desperation kick in between his chest and his heart. He whimpered at the feeling of your wet tongue skating across his neck. Your hot breath fanned up against the pulse point on his neck and his body couldn’t help itself as it puddled into you.

You nibbled right against the spot below his ear, knowing that would make him melt even further. You had realized through all of the messes that you were cleaning up around town that you missed him too. Even unbearingly, so.

You missed the way he would press his rough lips against your chest. You craved for the breakfasts he would make in the mornings and bringing you a tray of it to your shared bed.

Your heart thumped across your chest as his hand trailed up underneath your pajama shirt. Then, as if the universe was out to get the two of you, you heard the call of your name and stopped the assault on his neck.

“Y’all in there? I just need some herbs for the lunch I’m makin’ for Maria.” Tommy calls from the front door.

Joel’s hands tightened incredibly fast around your hips. The grit of his teeth is almost striking and his tongue snaps against the roof of his mouth. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare open that door.”

You sighed. Joel could tell that you were contemplating on letting Tommy think that no one was home. Something flashed between your irises, though—something that he couldn’t quite see. Slowly, you pulled yourself out of his grasp, so slow that he almost didn’t feel it.

But then he felt cold—it was harsh and piercing as the warmth from your body dissipated. You walked over to the front door and opened it up. You started chatting with Tommy about the garden before letting him in.

Tommy had even greeted his older brother, but he didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure that he could without blowing up in his face. So, he stayed silent with a grind of his jaw and a squint of his eyes.

He watched you and Tommy make your way to the backyard, all while Joel sat on the couch, alone once more.

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Joel was pissed—anger bursting through his chest and almost falling out of his ears in steam. His anger wasn’t regarded at you, never you. He just couldn’t help but be so irate at the entire town around him—even his own flesh and blood.

After Tommy had talked to you about parsley for ten-fucking-minutes, he had the audacity to ask another favor. He grits his teeth together even harder before as you and Tommy made your way back through the house and right out the door. Tommy had said something to him, too, but he couldn’t listen. He couldn’t listen as you gave him a guilty smile—one that shined a promise that you would be back soon.

Joel had just about been stretched paper thin. He was warring on a side that showed his mean and off-putting nature. He stood up, almost about to pack all of yours and Ellie’s bags so he can take you three far the fuck away from Jackson, Wyoming. He had never been to Nebraska. Maybe it would be just as nice and calming as Wyoming was.

He shook his head, though. His thoughts were always calculating and stirring in his head. He couldn’t take Jackson away from you, no matter how hard he wanted some peace and quiet. Wyoming was your home now—including his. His dusted, sour heart couldn’t even bear that.

He had decided he had just about enough.

Joel got up from the couch, his knees cracking at the still position he had been in for over an hour—he had been patiently waiting for your return.

He heard someone tumble down the stairs just as he was about to walk out the door. He then turned around to see Ellie grabbing a piece of toast from the kitchen. Damn, she was getting quicker and quicker these days. She had grown up so much since they had settled down in Jackson.

She stopped, though, looking him up and down. “Oh my god, would you just tell her already?” Ellie was exasperated, almost laughing at the old man in front of her.

Joel could only stare, blinking occasionally. “You two are a mess, sometimes.”

“What are you talkin’ about, kid?” He huffed. He was trying to hide from her, hoping she wouldn’t notice the sullen pining he had been doing for the past couple of months.

“You love her so much, it’s gross.” She fake gagged.

She noticed that his eyebrows couldn’t be any more furrowed. Joel protested. “I do love ‘er. I’m just—I don’t know. You know I’m shit at feelings, kid.”

She crossed her arms. “Joel, even I’ve noticed you two haven’t been around each other and I can’t see for shit.” She leaned forward and patted his upper arm—it was the highest she could reach.

“Just tell her you miss her, man.” With that, she walked up to the door. “By the way, I’m staying at Cat’s. She’s a new friend from school.”

Joel opened his mouth to protest as you and Joel were supposed to make dinner that night, but Ellie didn’t even hear him. She was already out the door and halfway across the lawn with the biggest smile on her face.

Joel couldn’t believe he was going to tell himself this, but Ellie was right. The only problem was that he needed to get you alone.

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After Tommy had picked out the spicy he wanted, he told you in a hushed tone about his new idea as a surprise for Maria. You raised an eyebrow at the secrecy but nodded nonetheless when he asked if you could talk with him at his house.

“Sorry, I know you wanted a day with your family. Ellie jus’ likes to blab out stuff to Maria. She can’t keep a secret for shit.” You couldn’t deny that one bit. You loved Ellie and the lack of filter she has, but she, in fact, can’t ever keep secrets.

You smiled as big as you could. Despite the change in plans, everything was still genuine for you. A shimmering spark shot through your heart at the fact that so many people in Jackson cared about you and were excited to see you well again. You appreciated each and every one of them.

It had been five after seven o’clock by the time you had come back to the house. Your limbs were utterly spent from the day you had had. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed with Joel and never have to deal with anyone else ever again—besides Ellie, of course.

You sprawled yourself across the couch, a little sigh leaving your lips. Your body ached from practically standing on your feet all day. Just as you were about to inevitably get up and go make dinner, spices and savor hit your nose.

You turn your head to see Joel standing in the kitchen—an apron hung around his neck as he hummed a tune. You guessed it was Johnny Cash by the way his vocal cords clung to every sound.

You stood there for while, leaning on the doorway, and watched as he continued to cook a meal. Tears sprung to your eyes, the thoughtfulness of the man in front of you had never ceased to amaze you.

Instead of kicking back his legs and watching a movie to wait for you to get home and make a meal as most men do, he immediately took on the task like no other. You maybe had to show him how to cook, but he was quite a fast learner.

He finally looked over, his eyes were wide at the startling presence of you by the door. “Darlin’! You jus’ about gave me a heart attack.”

You laughed and shook your head before going over and wrapping your arms around his waist. He sucked in his breath at the feeling of your hands against his frame. Everything felt right again, everything felt perfect.

He let the onions sauté a bit too long as he let the moment of your arms around him fully sink in. He didn’t want to take any more moments with you for granted—not like he did such a thing previous to your accident.

“I’ve missed you, sweet girl.”

The nickname sends shivers down your spine, a gasp leaving your lips. You start to press small kisses against his shoulder blade and breathe in the smell of whiskey and oak. “I’ve missed you too, cowboy.”

He turns off the stove and takes a spoon to push the onions onto two plates, nice and even. You almost pull him in a bit tighter, wanting to be as close to him as you possibly could. He turns around in your arms and presses a firm kiss against your lips.

You almost whine, though, from the quickness that his lips leave yours. “Dinner’s ready, darlin’.”

You grab the plate and go to sit down in your usual spot. Normally, there would be a chair between you and Joel so that Ellie could sit right in the middle. Joel shook his head, though.

“Ellie’s gone. She’s at Cat’s.”

Your eyes brightened with excitement. “Oh! Yes! She was telling me the other day that Cat is a tattoo artist and Ellie was thinking about—” You stopped mid-sentence from the disapproving sound that leaves his mouth.

You looked at him with a frown. “Hey, when Ellie turns eighteen next year you can’t just—”

“No.” He gruffs, shaking his head. “Not that. You’re just—you’re too far.”

Your mouth opens just a bit out of surprise. Joel’s eyes glance down at his lap for only a moment, before flicking up back into your eyes.

You stand there, for just a moment, trying to collect your thoughts. Before you know it, your legs are moving on their own and straddling his waist. He hums in contentment at the feeling of your body weight on top of his—the warmth of you already filling up his bones.

You were right where you needed to be.

You start to move to turn around and eat your food, but Joel stops you. He takes the plate out of your hand and places it on the table.

“I need you to stop movin’.” He looks at you with one eyebrow raised. Then, he saw the change in your demeanor almost immediately.

Your back straightened, your eyes dilated—you were a sight for sore eyes. You looked at him innocently, but he knew the darkness that swam through your eyes told him another story. “What do you mean, Joel?”

His hands gravitated toward your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Don’t act all stupid on me, darlin’.”

He could feel his cock harden with each wiggle that his hips shift over his lap. Your crotch laid right on top of his—giving you access to the perfect amount of friction against his member.

“Fuck—” He whispers.

His cock was already weeping—practically begging for him to unleash and sink down into you. The sound of your mewl as you rocked back and forth was utterly ethereal to his ears. The pure desperation to be near you again—finally all to himself was almost too enticing.

He didn’t know what he needed first. “Please, baby—lemme—lemme jus’ feel you. I need to feel you so bad.”

You nod vigorously against his broad chest. “Need you too, Joel. N-Need you.”

You weren’t sure how much more you could say. Your mind was already slipping into an unconscious state of pure love and wanting at the humping of his lap. You would do anything and everything for the man underneath you.

Joel unzips his jeans and gently lifts his hips, with you on him, so he can shimmy them down his ankles. Your mouth begins to water as he takes out his pre-cum smeared, girthy-veined cock.

“Don’t move. What did I tell you ‘bout movin', hm?”

You open your mouth to protest, but it dies on your tongue. Joel just wanted to feel you. He just wanted your warm heat to sit on top of his cock—the sensations that rolled through you were almost too much to bear.

He just wanted you to sit pretty.

You moved your hips to shove your underwear to the side and slowly sunk down onto his cock. You both moaned in unison, his forehead leaning to press up against yours.

Joel wasn’t sure how much he could handle—his cock throbbing from your slick, wet core. He had missed this so much. He had missed you so much.

He could tell that the feelings were mutual from the juices that flowed down to his balls. He groaned at the vision that flushed through him. He pressed sweet kisses onto your temple and down to your jaw.

He grabbed a fork full of the steak that he had made. You giggled, opening your mouth and he fed the meat to you.

You hummed in delight, the flavor was so good and the meat was so tender. Joel just watched, mouth slightly open in awe. “Fuck, sweet girl. ‘M missed you.”

You whined, feeling absolutely full to the brim. You missed him too. You didn’t realize just how much your body craved the man in front of you.

You were starting to get impatient. You pressed your breasts right on top of his chest and wiggled around in his lap. Joel growls in your ear and rushes his hands to still your movements.

“What the fuck did I just say?”

You were able to get a full roll of your hips and your eyes almost rolled in the back of your head. “Joel, please, please. I-I can’t—”

“You gettin’ cock dumb, darlin’? Hmm?” He groaned at the clench your walls gave around his cock.

“Haven’t even done anythin’ and you’re already all stumped.” He had a shit-eating grin that spread across his face. He loved when you were needy—he loved when you were just as desperate as he was.

“Joel—I—please, Joel, please—” It was as if those were the only words you could say or do. You desperately claw at his chest and Joel just couldn’t resist.

“F-fuck darlin’, you’re fuckin’ squeezing me.” He grunts, shifting his hips to thrust into you fully. You let out a scream, hands clenching his shoulders and your nails dug into his skin through his shirt.

“I’ve got you, pretty girl, okay? I’ve got you, don’t worry.” He mutters that over and over again, his hands steading your hips in a rhythm. He shoved the cockwarming plan out the damn window when you beg so pretty.

Your jaw hung slack as Joel’s cock pierced you again and again, thrusting deep and hard. The chair underneath you creaked and rattled, but you paid no mind. “J-Joel–”

You could feel the tight coil begin to snap already, the long-absent months of his cock were taking a toll. He could feel the tightening of your walls and he damn near came at the sight. He watched as his cock completely disappeared into your wet little pussy.

Joel took some of the mashed potatoes onto his fingers and shoved them into your mouth. “Suck, baby, c’mon.”

You do right as you're told and suck on the garlic mashed potatoes—the ones that he knew were your favorite. Your eyes roll into the back of your head—the slick and spasm of your cunt makes Joel growl against your cheek.

“That’s it, sweet girl. I need you to cum, let it go. That’s it, pretty girl. You’re doing such a good job f’ me.”

You let yourself go in the pure pleasures of Joel Miller. Your walls clench once more and a rush of feelings flow through you—love and lust intertwining as one. Your juices spill all across his lap and squirt over to his shirt. He moans your name, almost too deep for you to hear.

He groaned loudly, yelling your name into your ear and spilling his seed inside of you. The rush of his thick, sticky cum that hits your cervix fills you even more than before. You whine into him as his thrusts begin to cease.

He snuggles right on top of you, pressing his forehead against yours. His chest heaved up and down—completely out of breath.

“I love you, sunshine.”

You giggled, wiping a bit of caramelized onion off of his hand. “I love you too, cowboy.”

The food was definitely cold by now, but Joel didn’t mind. As long as he had you, he never had to worry.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us smut #joel miller smut #smut #tlou #tlou fanfiction

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xokxzuha · 1 year ago

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Kazuha - His little housewife ~♡

Cw: Fem! Reader, daddy kink, tit play, creampie, breeding kink, pet names, spanking (reader is smaller than Kazuha, Kazuha is taller than his in game height)

No proof read Word count: 880

Your husband, Kazuha, had been very distant and acting strange on you. He also keeps looking over at his phone as if his phone was the most interesting thing to ever exist. He also never seems to want to be with you much anymore, giving the excuse that he was tired from working too much.

I yawn from tiredness as I sit up in bed with my husband. “I'm so tired, kazuha…. Are you even awake, Kazuha?” He said nothing to you and turned himself around, pretending to be asleep, even though you knew all too well, he was awake. “Cmon Kazuha, I know you are awake, stop playing games with me.” he then sits up as he sighs “fine you got me…well what do you need? I'm about to go to bed?” I then look at him “i want my good night kiss..” “is that all?..” He scoffed a bit and leaned forward to kiss you on the lips and sighed. I then smiled at him “thank you honey..”.. “Whatever goodnight..” He said with an obvious tone of frustration in his voice.

Time skip to the morning

“Good morning Kazuha!” Kazuha then faked a yawn and sat up straight rubbing his eyes “good morning honey.. Did you have a good night's sleep?” I then look down and respond with “no not really… I kind of had a bad dream..” “oh about what?” he then sounded a bit worried “i feel bad for not noticing you waking up in the middle of the night .. is there anything i can do now to help?” I then look back up at him with a smile “can you just… please cuddle me?..” “well if you put it like that i can't say no to you” he then moved himself closer to me and wrapped his arms around me. “Is that any better my love?”

“yes it is thankyou…but… I also had a dream that you cheated on me….” Kazuha then looked up at you with a disappointed look. “Honey, why would you think that? Do you not trust me?” I then give him a sad look “i do trust you its just! Can you please show me some more affection?” he then gives me a pissed look “well you’re my wife, you're supposed to trust me and this marriage.”

I then gave him an apologetic look “I'm sorry Kazuha..” “It's fine.. Maybe i was a little too harsh..” he then went silent “i guess i can try to work on showing you more affection” he then looked at me “thank you Kazuha..” I then gave him a soft smile “I'm glad we could talk this out. I'm sorry for my rash anger” he then smiled softly at me “i love you a lot my beautiful wife.. Please forgive me..” “Do you mean it..?” i smiled at him “i love you too my handsome husband” he then smiled back at me

“of course i mean it .. now honey who do you belong to?.” “I belong to you!” he then smirks “you have no idea how happy that makes me”... “yes. You own me and my body my dear husband” His smirk grew as he ran his hand through my hair “mhm you're mine and no one else's.. I'm not sharing you with anyone else” I then whined, wanting his touch. “Oh you want some of my touch my dear wife?” He then chuckled and put his hand onto my waist as he leaned in and kissed me “Kazuha i can be your cute little housewife.” “oh honey i think i like the sound of that” he then chuckled and learned in to kiss me again “yes my little doll, you can most certainly be my little housewife” he then smirked “you my little wife are gonna be able to bare as many children as i desire…” .. “So what do you say? Are you gonna be my cute little obedient housewife?” i was extremely wet i needed his cock desperately

“yes! I am all yours!” “ha! Good girl~.. You know what I love most about you darling.. I love how you’re so small and I'm so huge.” he then laughed “you make me feel all big and strong…And i love that.. You make me want to protect you forever.. You’re so cute..”.. Kazuha then takes off all my clothes and leaves us both naked. He then picks me up and throw me over his shoulder as he gets up and goes towards the kitchen “what about this honey” he then bent me over the kitchen counter and then thrusted his massive cock into me. I then became a moaning mess “d-daddy!~” he then smirked “oh is that what we are calling me now?” he then smirked leaning in closer towards my ear “what a good, cute, little housewife you are.. I could get used to that title.” “Please breed me daddy!~” he then laughed “oh trust me you’re gonna take my cock like the good little housewife you are” he then thrusted into me at inhuman speed. He then grabbed my tits from behind as he massaged them “oh~ oh my~ Kazuha! Please~ go faster~ harder~” he then slapped my ass “oh trust me wife you’re gonna take my dick every night from now on…..

#genshin impact #genshin smut #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha smut #xokxzuha

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elmoslungcancer · 1 year ago

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Howl x Male reader

Angst? Happy ending

Lowercase when words should be uppercase is probably common. As well as there is probably incorrect punctuation.

Big ass paragraphs as well.

Went to look at my drafts and saw this calling my name.

It was peaceful and quiet. Calcifer's fire makes the room feel warm, cozy, and safe. You don't wake up because of the quietness, you wake up because there is no chaos hell even Calcifer isn't talking up a storm.

Howl had a break down earlier and ran off somewhere you were waiting for him, lately every time something doesn't go his way it seems to set off a bomb inside of him. He isn't the best with expressing his feelings all you wish he would do is talk it out as a normal couple. Though it is better than screaming at you and having to clean up the green goo.

As you toss another log to calcifer even though he already has three, you sit back on the rocking chair, and you wait hoping to hear the click. You want to see his face; you want to scream at him, you want to be angry at him, you want to ignore him, give him the silent treatment when he tries to act like nothing happened, but who are you fooling to think you'll just ignore him.

You hear the wheel click at least you thought you did. It could be anyone though. Was it Sofie? She's a sweet girl, but lately she's been working on her hat business. Plus it was too late for her to be coming here. You've tucked Markl into bed already. Even though he claims he's a big boy that can take care of himself, he still loves it when you tuck him in, read him a story, give him a kiss on the forehead, and wish him sweet dreams as you shut his door.

You start to feel drowsy so you get off the rocking chair and give calcifer another log, even though he insists he will be good for the night. You tell him it's a treat, to think of it as a thank you for keeping you company, and keeping you warm. While you walk up to the table you pick a plate and lay it on the table, and you grab a box of some pastries you got early from a bakery. The ladies there were so sweet and kind it made you smile a little while setting some on the plate for when he returns.

You close the box and leave the it on the counter, not on a shelf too high in case Markl wakes up in the night, and wants a quick snack before he goes back to bed. You rinse and dry your hands off and walk upstairs, but not without saying goodnight Calcifer. As you lay on the bed you stare up at the ceiling where clocks stare back at you. You know this isn't a healthy relationship. Yes fights are common in relationships healthy or not. Not being able to talk about them because your partner is having a tantrum, and you have no clue where he is not normal.

You want to set boundaries no you need to. You can't be the only one wanting to make this work out. You hear the door open and hear Calcifer screaming, "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED M/N WAS?" There was no point it was a cycle. After Howl comes back home from wherever he decided to head off to. He ignores Calcifer, heads upstairs takes a shower and comes to lay down in bed with you. You start to fall asleep but then you feel a body next to you hugging you from behind. You try to ignore it as he always does this but then you feel him start to cry. You feel shocked because he usually just passes out, but this is new.

"m/n.." he mumbles in-between your shirt and his hiccups. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry! What I'm doing is wrong..I want to break out of those habits...but I can't it's hard. It's not right for me to drag you with me. Please let me make it up to you." He says as he buries his head deeper into your back and holds onto you tighter. So you tap his arms signaling him to let go, he does as well as scooting back to give you some space. You turn to face him, but seeing his tear stained face hurts you. You always hated seeing Howl cry. You cup his face and nuzzle noses together.

"Howl, yes I am upset you keep running away instead of talking this out like adults. I want you to try to stop doing it, I know it won't happen right away as it's a cycle for you, but I want you to try to break that cycle." You say as you pet his hair and move it out the way to give him a forehead kiss. His eyes widden and start filling up with tears and he buries his head in your chest. You pet his hair as his body shakes.

"I love you Howl and I want us to work, but it takes two. We will talk more later in the morning. I want us to set boundaries, I want you to tell me what's a clear no in your book, and what's in mine. Let's rest for now, but I want you to know I love you very much Howl and don't forget it." As you finish you kiss his head and wrap your arms around him.

How writing this made me feel:

Anyways thanks for reading

#howl x male reader #howl's moving castle #male reader #Haven't wrote a how fic since july 26 2021 lol #🍮howl

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mcweskers · 2 years ago

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Sentient Wesker hc's

A/N: I wrote this really fast. This is the 2nd fanfic I wrote today and I didn't have anyone proof read it. Sorry for all the mistakes but I wanted to post something today! I also got inspired by mothxmoons! I'm so sleepy rn, goodnight y'all.

Warnings: He's out of character ofc

Rating: Fluff

Summary: What if Wesker was sentient, found a way into your world because he had a little crush on you.. This is what I feel like it would be like to date Wesker.

How did the two of you meet?

So funny thing, he just crawled out of your computer monitor one day. He liked you ever since he could remember and found a way to travel between worlds. He wanted to surprise you but he didn't take in the fact you didn't know he was sentient and self-aware.

He almost gave you a heart attack, shit looked straight out of the Ring.

For a month the two of you got to know each other, one night Wesker revealed he liked you and to his surprised you liked him too.

How did he adjust to his players world?

At first he thought his players world was just like his. It took him a while to adjust to this, peaceful life. You had to teach him how to act normal, sometimes he has his moments where he acts like...himself.

Three months after the two of started to date you brought him to the family gathering, he started to teach your nephew how to complete world domination.

"This is how you create a bio-weapon that'll-."

"Honey, I don't care if you almost completed world domination don't teach my nephew how to end the world."

"Oh, sorry dearheart I got carried away."

"It's the video game villain in you. You guys love sharing your master plans to everyone."

How long can he be inside your world for?

Two days at the most before his body becomes all weird. He kinda just becomes static like, unable to grab certain things, phasing in and out, and no longer has a physical form.

The two of you where cooking when this happened, he dropped the plates when he started to loose his physical form. You panicked for a little bit as he walked over to your computer and just went back in. Give him a good 5 hours and he'll be back.

What type of partner is he?

So he's still you know himself, so he has a huge ego and is so full of himself. He's constantly bragging about how he found a way into your world, and just loves to talk. He loved to praise you, hold you, cuddle with you, and kiss you. His favorite thing to do is hold onto you when you sleeps.

Wesker is very over protective of you, if you want to go to the grocery store he'll crawl out of the monitor to go with you. He's worried If he leaves you alone and you get hurt and possibly die he'll never see you again. He wants to be able to protect you. Luckily he still has his powers.

How jealous does he get?

Before he found away into your world he would get so jealous when you would be on discord talking with a friend about a person you met and was interested in or interested in you. But even now he's still a very jealous person. Homie gives the side eye to every person who tries flirting with you.

Has he tried to bring you into the Resident evil universe?

Yes. Did it work? No. The two of you tried it didn't work, don't worry Wesker's finding a way for you to join him in his world. Permanently.

#albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #resident evil #dead by deadlight #dbd #wesker dbd #dbd wesker

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sturn-wrld · 11 months ago

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i recently saw something on this app that just didn't sit right with me so i'm just going to bring it up because i feel this person could of been i guess 'dealt' with differently.

so not long ago i was scrolling down my feed and saw a sensitive fan reblogging someone's work (a matt smut fic) saying it was disgusting that someone would write such things about the triplets, etc (yk all the things sensitive fans say). from there i clicked on their profile to see if that was what their whole account was about or if it was a one off occasion. all i saw was people send them anon messages saying sexual things about the triplets when they had clearly stated they didn't like it in their bio AND pinned post.

now was it okay for them to reblog a persons fic saying it was horrible and disgusting, no. but was it okay for people who choose to post things this person was uncomfortable to go and bombard this person with things they had clearly said they didn't like, no.

i can't believe i have to say this but in no way, shape or form forcing someone to intake content they, one had stated they didn't like and, two, they had specifically stated was a huge trigger spot for them, is acceptable. there is no time where these things are okay to do.

this is as equally wrong as shitting on someone's work because they are not comfortable with it. its is simple if you don't like it, don't read and i think this can somewhat go both ways to a certain extent.

us as a fandom need to agree to disagree and just let the other side of the fandom live and breathe freely without having someone at their throat for once.

i don't remember whose account it was and i obviously don't know who was sending the things to them but please, DO BETTER!

also just so everyone knows this not me shitting on fans who decide they sit like the smut side of the fics or vise versa, it is simply me saying people who don't mind reading or writing things like this have taken it too far as to forcing people to read these things they don't like. ALSO sorry if i hurt anyone's feelings through this. i tried to stay as unbiased as possible and see it from both sides i guess.

anyways goodnight, it's currently to 11:48pm where i am so (almost) merry christmas to those who do celebrate and happy holidays to those who don't :)

#strniolosworld #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #matthew sturniolo

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vii-is-free · 5 months ago

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Odd Questions

Summary: Sequel to Chapter Seven. Late at night, Ominis and MC find Sebastian returning to the common room. Something is...off.

Who knew those pale blue eyes could burn with such a fury. Well…Sebastian knew, first of all.

"THAT was the book you were reading in the Restricted Section!?" Ominis shouted. "You're lucky I didn't realize that at the time, or so help me, Sebastian..."

"Ominis, enough." Leona groaned.

"The merpeople wouldn't have been able to find your body!"

Sebastian chuckled, and glanced at his friend. "Sorry. Ominis."

Tik…tik…tik…

Ominis laid in bed, wide awake, fingers interlaced and resting on his chest. His eyes were wide open staring at the ceiling right above him, though they betrayed their usefulness. It was no matter, as his other five senses were incredibly sharp, and he was as attuned to his environment as any of his dorm mates. Perhaps too much.

Tik…tik…tik…

Normally the ticking of the Slytherin Hall's grandfather clock served as a white noise, a necessary part of his goodnight rest. But tonight it was just a nuisance.

Tik…tik…tik….

Each sound of the needle moving one second more was like a hammer slamming against his skull. Each strike caused his nerves to flare up, u leashing a scurry of thoughts, all reminding him of something he did not want to think about.

Tik…tik…tik…

Ding!

It was one in the morning. And Sebastian was still not back.

Ominis let out a soft sigh, reaching under the pillow for his wand. He stood up and quietly shuffled to his dresser as not to disturb his roommates. He set down the wand and quickly switched out of his nightclothes. When he finished tying his silk green tie, Ominis turned towards the sink, dipping his hand into the water and using his palm to brush back his hair.

He wasn’t going to let anyone see him a mess, not even in the dead of night. Ominis had too much to prove.

After he dried his hands with the hanging towel on the side, he reached toward the dresser where he left his wand. On the way out, he grabbed his robe.

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Ominis leaned against his usual resting spot, head against the window. He closed his eyes, letting the ambiance of the lake soothe him. It helped him forget, even for a moment, the reality of the situation. He didn’t have to think about his best friend’s seemingly unstoppable descent into madness. He could concern himself the swirling of small currents caused by a nearby school of fish. The intermittent force of water pressing against the glass as the giant squid swam by.

He chuckled to himself. No mermaids this time.

Faint footsteps, too soft to be Sebastian’s, caught his attention, and he raised his head a bit. Ominis surmised one of the Slytherin girls was approaching him…not in the stomping manner that cued Imelda’s enterance, nor the sliding of soles across the carpet like Grace. Did he know…

Then it hit him, and he gave a chuckle.

A sleepless night, a moment of serendipity.

Ominis rested his head back against the glass as Leona approached him. He tried to keep the cheerful demeanor he held the first night they met. However, with each passing day, the burdensome hope that everything would be okay even without Anne, as well all those promises Sebastian threw at him like a heavy rope, were slipping form his fingers.

Just what the hell was Sebastian doing?

“Hello, Ominis," said Leona, "It's Leona, the new fifth year."

Ominis nodded. "Good evening or...night. Couldn't sleep either?"

'No," said Leona, "Too much on my mind."

"I'm sure..." he said, "Hogwarts is overwhelming enough, I cant imagine being thrown into this place as a fifth year."

Even without the stress of Sebastian's antics, year five was induated with the pressure of trials such as OWLs, Professor Sharps foul militance, and flying. Yes, flying. While he was exempt from actually mounting the broom, Madame Kogawa insisted that he show up to class and take the didatic exams. He frowned at the thought. Freaking moonmind.

“Is…everything alright?” Leona said, striking a daggar though the heart of his intrusive thoughts. He paused for a moment, then straightened his posture.

"Do you mind walking with me?" Ominis said, "I need to clear my head."

"Of course," Leona said, "Where should I…”

"To my right, if you don't mind."

Once he felt her presence near his right arm, Ominis took his wand and held it out before him. He slowly scanned the room, in case someone had a brilliant idea to move the furniture. Then, he began to walk, Leona keeping step next to him.

"This might be an odd question,” Leona asked, “but...is your wand sentient?"

"In a way," Ominis said, "But it doesn't perform spells for me, like some think. That is all my own doing. It only acts independently when my life is at stake.”

He must have been in a better mood than he realized, for any other student asking him such things would have been dismissed. But, for once, Ominis didn’t want to be alone in that moment. The stillness of the hall, other than the ticking clock, disturbed him. Plus, was nice to have someone other than Sebastian in his ear. He smiled. He didn’t mind the sound of her voice at all. “Any other odd questions? I'm welcome to answer them."

"Actually..." Leona looked up, racking her mind. So many questions. She stopped at the site of an apple floating in front of her. She looked at Ominis, who suddenly had one in his hand.

"Hungry?"

"Erm, yes actually." A smile caught her as she took the offering. After fighting for scraps in St. Agnes all her life, Leona would always be astounded by the sheer number of snacks laid about the castle. "You heard my stomach?"

"No, just mine," Ominis said cheekily, "You were saying?"

“Well…” Leona pondered for a moment when the serpents on the bannister caught her eye. "What is the significance of the snake imagery around us?" She then took a bite, waiting for his answer.

"Hm, well,” Ominis said, “I'm sure you noticed that each house has a kinship of sorts with a certain animal. In the case of ours,” Ominis took a bite of his apple, taking the opportunity to mull on his words. After finishing, he continued, “Salazar Slytherin could talk to snakes. I suppose he forged a connection with them. Perhaps he had more snakes as friends than people.”

“Hm. I wonder what snakes talk about.” Leona said before taking another bite.

"They’re terrible gossips."

“Hmph?” Her mouth was still full.

“I mean-that’s my...erm…assumption.” Ominis shoved the apple back in his mouth.

The sound of a loud sigh caught his ear. Ominis pointed his wand in that direction, surmising that a figure had just thrown themself onto one of the sofas near the fireplace. He paid little mind at first, assuming it was an exhausted senior. He had heard N.E.W.T.’s were especially frightful this year.

It was Leona's worried voice that startled him.

"Sebastian?" Leona said, "Are you alright?!"

Sebastian?!

They both hurried to the fireplace. Ominis could hear the deep exhales escaping Sebastian’s chest, and his brow furrowed. Was he crying? Was he upset about Anne? Or...

"Ugh" Leona said, disgusted, “Why are you covered in sweat?"

"Heh, sorry," Sebastian said, his voice shaky, "I thought I would try a hand at Imelda's trial at the arena, and failed miserably."

Ominis frowned. “I thought you were working on your mandrake parchment in the library."

"Ah well," Sebastian said, rather shortly, "I needed a break."

Ominis pointed his wand in Sebastian's face. "Are you lying to me?!”

"What--no!" Sebastian smacked his hand away. "Take a walk, Ominis!"

Ominis clenched his jaw, shoving his wand back in his pocket. He turned towards the fireplace as Sebastian rose to his feet and stormed off. "Why don’t you take a walk...to the showers! You're fouling up the common room!"

Sebastian muttered something as left. Ominis took his seat on the chair facing the fire, placing his head in his hands. He heard the other chair creak a bit as Leona sat down.

"That was..." Leona said, stunned, "Quite unlike him." Ominis let the silence settle in between them as he gathered his thoughts. Leona noticed. “Would you like to talk about it?” Ominis let a deep exhale.

"Sebastian’s not doing well,” Ominis said, “and he's geting worse at hiding it. His sister...is terribly ill. It's our first year at Hogwarts without her, and it’s been difficult, to say the least."

"He mentioned something about her," Leona said, "But I didn't press. That's awful."

Ominis nodded. "He's getting rather irritated with me, but I can't help it. I'm afraid that he’s...looking towards dark magic as a means to cure her."

“You mean...the type of magic they don't teach at Hogwarts?"

Ominis scoffed. Sebastian obviously introduced this to her. "There's a reason Hogwarts doesn't teach the dark arts.” He set his unfinished apple down at the side table. “That type of magic doesn't heal, or create. It only destroys. I've told him time and time again but..."

Ominis sighed again and shook his head before resting his forehead back in his hands.

"Forgive my ignorance," said Leona, "I don't have much experience with…any of this."

"Well, I do,” Ominis said with a stern voice, “And I can tell you this...” he looked back up, gaze directed towards her. “There are two types of wizards that are attracted to to the dark arts. Those who are weak…and those who are desperate."

Sebastian will do anything to find a cure for Anne. But at what cost? Ominis was terrified to find out.

"The weak and the desperate..." Leona echoed his words as she finished her apple.

Ominis picked his back up from the table and finished it quickly. As mich as Sebastian ruined his appetite, he hated wasting food. His mind began to spin as his mouth stayed full. He wanted to tell Leona not to misunderstand him. That Sebastian wasn't weak by any means. But he would do anything to heal Anne.

He was desperate.

Ominis was tired of defending him at this point. Especially if Sebastian was going to act like a petulant child. He stood up, tossing the apple dore into the fire, and made his decision. “But enough about him. It’s not worth ruminating over.”

He’s so tiresome.

"Hm," Leona said. "In that case…if that’s alright with you...I do have a few more odd questions."

Ominis didn’t expect his spirits to lift so fast, nor did he expect the smile on his face to return. He was grateful the impression outside the undercroft didn’t sour her towards him. He took her up on the offer as his appetite returned. “Still hungry?”

Leona stood up, and said with a smile of her own. “I am.”

“Come, I’ll show you how to sneak into the Hogwarts kitchens.”

#I know I did a bad thing and swapped POV right in the middle but I don’t care #its all just self indulgent nonsense at this point lmao #did you just come from the UNDERCROFT?!#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #snek trio #hogwarts legacy fandom

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sakebytheriver · 1 year ago

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Was thinking about how I wanted someone who wasn't a Russia defender who believes we should let the entire country of Ukraine become fodder to Putin's dictatorial whims to talk about just how horrific it was that some random in Canada's government just decided to without consulting anyone else or warning anyone in advance to bring a literal Nazi out to the parliament and make all of his colleagues and the Jewish president of Ukraine look like a bunch of idiots who support the fucking Nazis and then I realized you know what I'm not a Russia defender who thinks Ukraine should be devoured by Putin so here I am

That moment was really bad. Hope we can all agree on that

It absolutely should not have happened

As many have already stated most Ukrainians at the time fought for the Red Army against the Nazis and this random speaker in Canada's parliament probably had to work real hard to find this one Nazi and then parade him in front of cameras and ultimately just add more fodder to the literal Russian propaganda that Putin invaded the country to save it from Nazism as if Russia itself (and basically every other country on this earth, hello America, hello Canada, hello Argentina, hello the fucking world) isn't brimming with Nazis

This move was absolutely disgraceful and beyond shameful, honestly the speaker that did it should probably be asked to resign and step down, if he wasn't able to do the basic research needed to know that the person he was parading in front of his entire government and the entire world was a literal Nazi who fought with the SS and to do this move with no prior warning to literally anyone else shows a level of incompetency once only delivered by American politicians, this should be something speaker Anthony Rota never escapes from, this should be brought up at every reelection campaign event and every singular debate he has from now on

But if you are looking at this insanely disgusting moment where an idiot who doesn't deserve his job made an entire room full of people including possibly the most prominent Jewish man at the moment clap and celebrate a Nazi and thinking this justifies Putin's invasion of an independent and democratic nation for no other reason than he's getting older and he wants to make his legacy that he was the dictator who reconquered all the states that broke apart foromt he former Soviet Union, then you honestly might be an even bigger idiot than Anthony Rota

Like I'm sorry, but you have fully bought into the propaganda if you think that Putin is gonna deNazify Ukraine, especially when we have more than an abundant amount of proof that Putin's government has propped up tons of far-right and Nazi groups in other countries to encourage instability

Anthony Rota brought out a disgusting monster of a human being who volunteered to fight for the Nazis in WWII in a completely not thought out PR ploy that has only aided in providing more propaganda for the Russian military/government to utilize against Ukraine, this does not then equal that we stop supporting Ukraine and let Russia completely level their country

Thank you for reading and goodnight

#ignore me #so far ive only been seeing the tankies talk about this and i realized you know what im a leftist who isnt a tankie

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racheyace · 3 months ago

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I know I'm spamming you guys this week I'm sorry!

I just wanted to share that I gave my mum my "Strawberries and Sprites" short story for her birthday. She always appreciates something personal and has supported me in my writing since I was a child. I have not told anyone in my family that I'm a G/t author and still haven't but sharing that story feels like a good first step to slowly introducing the idea.

Anyway! She called me tonight to let me know she'd read it and said she really enjoyed the story and felt like I'd grown alot as a writer. She gave me some great feedback, didn't mention anything about the size difference aspect of the story, but I feel like it was a win!

Just thought it was worth putting here for any others who are just as nervous about sharing their gt interests with their loved ones. I do believe it is possible, I am attempting to very slowly, but I also feel it's a huge part of who I am and I want those I love to know about it.

Ramble over! I'll talk to you all again tomorrow when I've posted the winning story in the polls!

Goodnight!

#g/t #gt community #gtauthors #gtwriter #gtrambling #wegotthisguys!

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rosanna-writer · 1 year ago

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we said hello and your eyes look like coming home (15/?)

Summary: A canon-divergent AU where the bond snaps for Rhys on Calanmai, Feyre unwittingly accepts it, and Fire Night magic proves to be more transformative than anyone bargained for. Feyre drags a mate she hardly knows out from Under the Mountain, then puts him back together as war with Hybern approaches. Warnings: dubious consent, canon-typical sexual violence, canon-typical violence Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~5k

This one has glasses Rhys just for @popjunkie42-blog, ok?

Read on AO3 or you can find the fifteenth chapter below the readmore.

I kissed Rhys goodnight and retreated back to my room in an attempt to get more sleep. But even warm, comfortable, and tired, I lay there with my heart racing for no real reason again. No matter how many times I told myself I was safe, a vague sense of dread at being chased down and killed hung over me.

I drifted off when the exhaustion finally won out.

Only to have Rhys's nightmare rip me from sleep before I had the chance to have any bad dreams of my own.

I bolted upright with the sudden knowledge that something was wrong on Rhys's side of the bond. The house shook as if we were in a storm, but one glance at the window told me the sky was clear. This was all the force of his power.

I turned on the faelights so I wouldn't trip as I made my way to his room, where tendrils of darkness were already leaking out from under the door. As I turned the handle, they curled around my ankles. Not keeping me in place, just clinging to me like a lifeline.

The darkness in his room was too heavy to see through. I stayed in the doorway at first, the wind blowing my hair back from my face as I said, "Rhys?" No answer, not that I expected one. The darkness didn't let up the way I'd hoped either. It was a moving, undulating thing that permeated the room, inky and liquid. "Rhys, it's just me."

I took a cautious step forward, afraid of tripping and falling in the dark. As I kept calling his name, I tugged on the bond, hoping that might help. I'd felt this same jumbled, roiling mixture of pain and rage and fear from him Under the Mountain—I knew exactly what he was dreaming about.

My shin hit the bed, and I lowered myself down onto the mattress carefully, the darkness winding around my arms and waist the whole way. I wasn't sure it recognized me or just spiraled around the closest other person. Perhaps it didn't want to be alone.

I sat on the bed and did my best not to brush Rhys accidentally. The bed was massive, but not that large—he couldn't be more than a foot or two away. But in the middle of a nightmare like this…I wasn't sure it would help to touch him if he didn't expect it.

Tucking my legs under me, I kept tugging on the bond and murmuring over and over that it was just me and we were safe in Velaris. The darkness began to fade just enough to let in some moonlight from the window. I could make out Rhys's thrashing form, wings out, toes turned to claws and his fingers shifted into the talons I'd felt against my mind so often.

He jerked awake, the darkness abruptly fading the rest of the way. "Feyre?" he said, sitting up.

"Just me," I said.

The claws and talons disappeared, and with inhuman speed, he darted into the bathroom. I stood and followed, wincing at the sound of him heaving.

I found a cup and filled it with water while he emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet. It wasn't until he sat back down after finishing that I noticed he'd been naked this entire time.

I crouched next to him, carefully avoiding his wings, which were drooping against the cold tile floor, and held the cup out. "I'm sorry," he croaked, and I just cast a significant glance towards the cup of water. His throat had to be burning. To my relief, he took the water and gulped it down without protesting. "Thank you. I didn't mean to wake you," he said, the words coming out more smoothly this time.

"It happens. I'm sure I'll be the one waking you up another night," I said.

"Not in the same way."

I wasn't sure it mattered—even if my dreams didn't make the house shake or the room go pitch dark, he'd feel my nightmares all the same. At least now I understood why he was so insistent on not sharing a bed. His power might never hurt me, but thrashing talons could.

Pain lined his face; for once, he was too worn out to hide it, and I suspected he was thinking all that power made him dangerous, too. I refused to add to it. Cassian had acted as if it were nothing when Rhys growled at him before dinner, and it had worked when I'd followed his lead. I wasn't quite sure if it would help, but it seemed worth trying again.

"You'd think the Lord of Nightmares of all people would be able to sleep through the night," I said, doing my best to sound casual. Unimpressed, even.

Rhys narrowed his eyes at me, and almost anyone else would consider it a withering look, even with him crouched naked on the floor next to the toilet. "That's not quite how it works."

"Then I suppose you'll just have to use a sleeping draught like the rest of us."

In truth, I probably needed one, too. Now that I was awake, I wasn't sure I'd be able to fall back to sleep again. Nightmares were nothing new, but before I'd gone Under the Mountain, just tiring myself out ensured I slept. But maybe now that wouldn't be enough.

"I'll be fine. Go back to bed," Rhys said, standing up and turning to the sink to rinse his mouth out. I caught the way he forced the pinched expression off his face, straightening his spine and tucking his wings in tight so they no longer dragged on the floor. He was putting a wall back up.

"I can stay." I got to my feet.

"I don't want to disturb you again." Rhys stepped closer and brushed back a lock of my hair that had come loose during my own tossing and turning. A bit more softly, he added, "Just knowing you're safe and nearby is enough."

It wasn't a dismissal, and I would have asked if he wanted to talk about it if everything weren't still so recent. Every single scrap of normalcy was still so precious, and perhaps we were both still hoarding them like firedrakes and their jewels. Until we weren't, I wouldn't push.

Rhys cupped my cheek, and I rested my hand on top of his, watching him carefully. After those dreams…I half-expected him to flinch at the contact or pull back. He didn't, just swept his thumb against my skin.

Tightening my fingers around his, I said, "Then get some rest."

"I'll try." Not a promise, but likely the best answer I could expect.

Rhys hadn't shrunk away from me, so I leaned forward and kissed him softly, just as I had when we'd parted ways in the hallway a few hours prior. He dropped my hand, and as I left the room, I felt his eyes on my back the entire way. The bond tightened in my chest uncomfortably with every step away from him.

By some miracle, I managed to fall back into a fitful sleep that lasted until the sky began to lighten. I'd gotten up with the sun nearly every day to ensure I had enough daylight to hunt, and apparently being underground for weeks Under the Mountain hadn't broken me of the habit. Fully awake, I found my Illyrian leathers in the closet and pulled them on.

Rhys and I stepped out into the hall at the same time, both dressed to train. Gods, I'd never seen him wearing pants that tight. Or with a sword strapped along his spine. I'd known he'd commanded a legion in the war, before he'd become High Lord, but until then, I'd never seen any real evidence of it myself.

"Morning," I said as I forced my eyes upward to his face and away from his muscular thighs. He certainly didn't look deconditioned.

Rhys cocked his head as he surveyed me, and I braced myself for some smug remark and hunger in his eyes. But if I wasn't mistaken, his expression was…thoughtful. "You look like you've worn those all your life," he said softly.

I shrugged. "They're comfortable."

The last thing I wanted was to hear Cassian complain we were late, so I headed downstairs and assumed Rhys would follow. I wanted to be ready and waiting—Cassian would fly me up to the top of the House of Wind for now. I wouldn't let us dwell on why Rhys wasn't flying me there instead. Or why he cast a glamour to hide the tattoo on my hand and the scent of our mating bond before we left.

A few minutes later, I was in Cassian's arms as we shot into the sky. If I hadn't already been awake, the rush of chill morning air would have chased away any remaining drowsiness. It was still too early to have warmed up at all.

In the weeks I'd trained before going Under the Mountain, Cassian had quickly learned I wasn't much of a morning person despite being an early riser, and we'd spent the brief flights in companionable silence. This morning, however, he glanced down at me and said, "I don't think Rhys would have agreed to come today if it weren't for you."

I didn't think that was true, even if Cassian had known Rhys far longer than I did. Catching the look on my face, Cassian snorted and added, "We would have gotten him out here eventually, but not until after he moped for a while. It's good he's more interested in following you than feeling sorry for himself."

Cassian's tone was all warmth and gentle humor, but I had no idea what to say to that. After fifty years of torture, calling it moping seemed harsh, even to me, and Mor's occasional angry muttering about Illyrian brutes made more sense.

"I think he's entitled to mope a little," I said. The words came out far more coldly than I intended, but that impulse to tell everyone else to back off had returned.

"Did he earn that right? Sure," Cassian said evenly. "But it's not what's best for him."

I didn't know what to say to that. As we landed in the training ring, I found myself wondering what exactly Rhys had come back to when he'd been rescued from Amarantha the first time during the war. They'd all seen him with shredded wings. Perhaps they knew something I didn't.

But once I was out of Cassian's arms, I pushed those thoughts aside. Rhys and Azriel were already waiting for us, and there was work to do.

"Take your time warming up. It's been a while, and that's an injury risk," Cassian said. He'd directed it at me, but the words were pointed enough that he'd probably meant it for Rhys, too.

I did as he said, and we were silent as we worked our way through the same warmup we'd always started with when I trained here. In a way, it was comforting—It had been a while since I'd been able to fall into a routine. And I still couldn't get enough sun and wind on my face again.

Azriel pulled me aside to work with throwing knives, just as he'd promised, but we both couldn't help but turn and watch as Rhys unsheathed the sword at his back. The movement was fluid and easy, that catlike grace of his on full display. Cassian grinned and did the same, saying something too quiet for me to hear. It sounded like a taunt.

Rhys and Cassian became nothing more than a blur of wings and tan skin and the silver glint of their swords. In some ways, it wasn't all that different from when I'd watched Cassian and Azriel do the same, before I'd gone Under the Mountain. But even to my human eyes, there was a sluggishness to their movements that hadn't been there before. My insides tightened uncomfortably when I realized why.

Rhys was slow. Cassian was going easy on him.

I ripped my attention from them and turned to Azriel before he had a chance to tell me to stop gawking and get to work. But a slight downturn of his mouth told me that he'd noticed it, too.

Shields firmly in place to concentrate, I ignored them as best as I could and focused on Azriel's instructions. Apparently, I hadn't done half-badly for someone who'd never thrown a javelin, especially when the weapon in question was something as uneven as a makeshift bone-spear. Az offered to teach me to throw a spear properly if I really wanted to learn, but in truth, the better use of my time would be learning to compensate for the shape of whatever I had in hand, in case I ever needed to improvise a weapon. Even with his duties as spymaster taking up his time, he'd found some poorly constructed, unbalanced knives for me to practice with.

With each thud of a knife burying itself in the target, I felt better. It was easy to lose myself in the single-minded focus on getting closer to a bullseye. I wasn't fine, but I could shut everything else out and fool myself into believing that if I could just hit the center every time, then maybe I would be.

Honing this skill made me harder to hurt. The grim satisfaction at each improved throw didn't quite feel good, but it was a hell of a lot better than fear.

I'm not sure how long I'd been at it when Azriel stopped correcting my form and told me to take a break before the repetitive motion became too much for my elbow or shoulder. We both grabbed a glass of water and watched Rhys and Cassian as we drank.

I didn't completely drop my shields, but now that I wasn't trying to concentrate, I didn't work quite as hard to shut Rhys out. His side of the bond was all mounting frustration and simmering anger.

Then all at once their frenzied movement stopped. Rhys was on his back, Cassian's sword pointed at his chest. It was practice—I knew it was practice—but I bristled anyway, a feral instinct pushing me to charge Cassian and rip his throat out for pointing a weapon at my mate. My grip on the cup tightened.

Cauldron boil and fry me—how did anyone think straight with a mating bond?

Cassian sheathed his sword, holding out a hand to help Rhys up. Cassian hadn't broken a sweat, but even from a distance, I could see that Rhys was breathing hard. As Cassian poured Rhys a glass of water, I watched him share a concerned look with Azriel. No light-hearted quips about winning or even useful observations about weak points.

I suspected Rhys was in worse shape than they'd originally thought.

The anger on Rhys's side of the bond hadn't abated, even as he wordlessly gulped down the water and refused to look at any of us. When he came closer, I noticed broken skin on his hands, the palms cracking open after he hadn't held a sword in so long. His healing magic was already closing it back up.

Azriel gave me a nod and said something about meeting with his spies before taking off. I wasn't surprised he needed to cut training short—there was still so much work to do—but he didn't say goodbye to Rhys. Something still needed to be resolved between them, something they wouldn't talk about in front of me.

I'd pester Rhys about it later.

For now, Cassian was putting down his cup of water and saying, "While you were gone, I found some more books on human fighting techniques from the war, Feyre."

I blinked in surprise that he'd been confident enough I'd come back from Under the Mountain to bother researching this. "What did you find?" I said.

"Not as much as I'd like. The mortal slaves that rebelled were the best experts on human-faerie combat. Most of them were illiterate, so not much was written down." A muscle ticked in Rhys's jaw, probably at the reminder that I couldn't read, either. Cassian either didn't notice or ignored it, flashing me a grin. "But there are a few techniques to avoid being winnowed away if you're grabbed. We can try them today."

I finished the last of my water in one gulp and set down my cup. "Let's go."

There was a flicker of pride down the bond, even as Cassian leveled Rhys with a hard stare and said, "I'll instruct. She'll practice on you."

His voice was firm, and Rhys inclined his head. If I hadn't felt that protective urge while they'd been practicing earlier, I might not have understood. But it was safer not to have Cassian repeatedly grabbing me while we were all still so on edge.

But Rhys's response seemed to be enough for Cassian, who jerked his head towards the mat and said, "Alright then, Feyre. Let's see if those bony elbows of yours can rattle Rhys's pea brain around in his skull."

After training to go Under the Mountain, the central concept Cassian walked me through was familiar—faeries might have far greater strength and speed than a human could ever hope to achieve, but not better reaction times. And winnowing was impossible if their concentration was broken. I might never be able to fight a fae attacker off, but I could make enough of a nuisance of myself to slow them down.

There were no sparring pads this time. Cassian wanted to train muscle memory, to embed the reflex to throw an elbow in response to being grabbed by the shoulders. If someone put their hands on me like that, then we were already in too close quarters to twist my torso to throw a proper punch. So I flung the tip of my elbow at Rhys's head over and over as Cassian corrected my form.

And as usual, the bastard made me start with my left side.

Years of pulling a bowstring with my right arm had left me with an obvious strength imbalance—it hadn't taken long to receive good-natured taunts from Cassian about being such an archer. This was no different. I swallowed my frustration as we ran through the movement slowly and I struggled to pivot my foot in tandem with the sweep of my arm.

Even though Cassian had trained me not to do it in a fight, I found myself clenching my jaw and digging my nails into my palms anyway. Last time I'd trained, I hadn't had this newfound visceral awareness that a single missed blow gave an attacker an opening to kill me. I'd felt the same need to get it right, if only for Rhys's sake Under the Mountain, but I hadn't felt the target on my back so acutely. And I hated it.

Back then, I'd been determined but not nearly this angry.

By the time we finished with my left side, I was breathing hard, sweat dampening my brow even in the cool morning air. I felt as if every part of me was burning. Rhys and Cassian said nothing, which was for the best. I needed space, in more ways than one.

Once I had enough time to recover, Cassian just told me to move onto the other side. I willed myself to get it right this time, to ball up my rage at everything that had happened in the Spring Court and Under the Mountain, my rage at everything that had made me feel vulnerable and burdensome and useless and throw it behind the strike.

This time, I moved too fast for Rhys to dodge. The tip of my elbow slammed into his jaw. He hissed and rubbed at it, but the spark in his eyes told me there'd been no real harm. A wave of pride down the bond made my lips twitch up into a smile.

"Feel better?" Cassian said, surprisingly gentle. I nodded. "Good. Now give me ten more just like that."

We ran through several more drills until I was tired and Cassian needed to leave for business in Illyria. After pulling back on the jacket he'd shed at some point, he paused as if unsure who needed to be flown back down to the street. I could almost feel the air go thick with tension between them as they locked eyes and frowned, clearly speaking mind-to-mind.

I hadn't realized how irritating it was to be the one left out of the conversation.

Cassian squeezed my shoulder then launched himself into the air, which I assumed meant I was to stay here for something. I looked to Rhys expectantly, crossing my arms.

"You're coming with me to the library," he said. It was clearly not a question.

I couldn't help but bristle at that. "Is that an order?" I snapped.

But the fight went out of me at the fear in Rhys's eyes. He was looking at me the way he had the morning after Calanmai, when he'd begged me to listen to him and find his family. Whatever this was, he was insisting because it was important.

"I want you to learn how to read," he said. I blinked in surprise. It wasn't as if I didn't want to learn, but I'd survived this long without the ability. I didn't see what made it so urgent.

But then horror coiled in my gut as he described the second task Amarantha had been considering, a riddle printed on the wall for me to solve or be impaled on spikes. Unless he'd found a way to step in…I likely wouldn't have survived.

Darkness leaked from him again, the tendrils slipping through the spaces between my fingers as he said, voice thick, "And I encouraged her to choose it. You'd been so level-headed that I'd thought— I'd thought it played to your strengths because I'd been too stupid to consider the possibility that you might be illiterate."

Even out here in the sunlight and the open air, I felt the walls of my cell Under the Mountain closing in on me, heard the Wyrm slide through mud. I took a breath, reminding myself that we were out.

But being out wasn't the same as being invincible.

I pushed that thought aside, unwilling to let either one of us dwell on it. For a long moment, neither one of us said anything, even as the swirls of starless night brushed against my hands, then faded.

"Then I'll start learning today. We won't make the same mistake twice," I said. It was all we could do now. And maybe with Amarantha dead, it would be enough.

"Thank you," Rhys whispered, reaching for my hand as we started down the stairs.

I'd known about the library below the House of Wind since asking one night over dinner where exactly Amren had been doing her research, but I'd never ventured there. I hadn't relished the thought of being surrounded by rows and rows of books I couldn't read. In truth, I still didn't.

But as we passed through the main doors, Rhys's end of the bond seemed to lose a bit of its tension. Mor had mentioned he'd come here for peace and quiet, and perhaps there was something soothing about the cozy furniture and soft rustle of pages.

For me, though, being in another place carved into a mountain and full of information accessible to everyone but me was enough to set me on edge. If it had been anything but the same familiar red rock of the House of Wind—or worse, the same brown stone as Under the Mountain—I might have panicked and run. Rhys squeezed my hand, eyes sliding to me in concern.

I'm fine, I said down the bond, hoping he believed me. Or least, that he'd pretend to.

I'd half-expected Rhys to drop my hand once we were in full view of the priestesses, but he didn't. Either they weren't likely to gossip…or word would get out that we wanted to be seen as a pair. And the way that thought sated a strange, deep-seated territorial instinct was enough to chase away my lingering anxiety.

We approached the main desk, where Rhys introduced me to Clotho, the priestess who seemed to be in charge. She was silent, even as Rhys greeted her. It took me a moment to realize she was replying mind-to-mind because she couldn't respond any other way, and Rhys was only speaking aloud for my benefit. But there was genuine warmth in his voice as he introduced me and explained the assistance he needed. They must have known each other before, and I guessed it had been for a long while.

His eyes went soft as she clasped his hand, then gestured for me to follow her as Rhys said he'd see me later. We walked past several more priestesses carrying books or scrolls, all in the same blue robes. I'd half-expected stares at my rounded ears, but everyone else here seemed far too intent on their work to gawk at the lone human in Prythian.

One of the priestesses, a blue-skinned faerie with coal-black eyes and strange webbed hands, had been a teacher once, before…whatever had happened to make her seek refuge here. Clotho wrote something down for her, and she ushered me into her office with a kind smile, introducing herself as Evelyn.

My cheeks burned as I explained that I knew my letters but…not much at all beyond that. But apparently, that was more than enough to work with. She pulled a few books from her shelf and pointed to example sentences, unwaveringly patient as I attempted to string sounds together and read aloud.

Her eyebrows knit together as she grabbed a piece of scratch paper, wrote something down, and slid it over to me to read. My heart sank—like Rhys's, her handwriting was ornate, and the loops and swirls made my head spin and eyes cross as I tried to decipher them.

Then with a flick of her wrist, she cast a spell, changing them into the clear, block letters found in books. It was enough for me to stumble through the first few words again, something about a quick, brown fox.

"Well that is easy enough to deal with," she said, sounding oddly pleased. "You wouldn't be the first student of mine to need magic to make text more legible. The spell is simple enough."

And perhaps if I had any magic, it would have been a relief to learn that this issue was common—and not my fault. If I needed it, any of the library's priestesses could cast a spell on a book or scroll I checked out to make the letters appear in the simple font I did best with. Or any other document written in cursive, if I brought it to them and asked.

But it was just one more thing I had to ask for. I wanted to scream.

By the time she sent me on my way with words to copy over for penmanship practice, though, I had improved, if just incrementally. Some sorts of writing might always be slow going, but she assured me it wasn't impossible. We set a time for me to come back the next day.

As soon as I stepped back into the hall, there was a tug on the bond, a gentle but insistent come find me. Until then, I hadn't realized I could simply follow the golden thread connecting us if I ever needed to find Rhys. It was a comforting thought.

He was two levels up, and I spotted the talons atop his wings peeking over a bookshelf before anything else. I turned the corner to find him seated at a desk tucked in an alcove, pen in hand as he leafed through a stack of papers. He'd shifted out of his fighting leathers and into a tunic and pants, but what stopped me in my tracks was the sight of a pair of reading glasses perched on his nose.

The High Lord of the Night Court wore glasses.

"Have you always needed those?" I whispered, dropping into the chair next to him.

"Since I was a boy," he said, putting the pen down. "Don't ask me how many times Cassian broke them when we were younger."

I just considered that for a moment, the discovery another sliver of himself he'd hid Under the Mountain. I doubted Amarantha's whore had done much in the way of reading.

I jerked my head towards the paperwork. "What's that?"

"Reports on the status of the Night Court and documents Mor needed me to sign. There's…a lot I missed."

That was to be expected, I supposed. And I appreciated the candid answer instead of some jibe about just reading the paperwork for myself if I was so curious. I pulled out my handwriting practice and got to work as we lapsed into a comfortable silence.

Somehow, I found myself relaxing, even underground. Writing came easier than reading—it was almost like drawing, and there was something soothing about the repetition. And it was…nice, sitting together and not needing to talk.

I made quick work of copying the sentences, pushing the paper aside when it was done and stretching to relieve the soreness that hadn't entirely disappeared from my shoulders, even now that days had passed since I'd killed the Wyrm. Rhys's eyes flicked to me, then back down to the report in front of him.

"Do you need more sentences to practice?" he said. There was something carefully disinterested in his tone, as if he were trying to sound bored on purpose.

In truth, it had probably been more than enough for the day, but I found myself saying, "I might."

He jotted something down on a piece of scratch paper and slid it over to me. "Try reading this, then copy it over."

This time, he wrote in neat block letters. And perhaps it was a small mercy, but the words were short. And the first one was easy enough—the telltale "R" then "H" were enough.

"Rhysand is the most—" I started to say, then stopped when I realized what the rest of it said.

Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord.

There were two more sentences after that, identical except for whatever other words he'd chosen to describe himself. I wasn't sure I wanted to find out what they were. "Are you always this shameless?" I said.

A feline smile. "You seem to bring it out in me."

I balled up the paper and flung it at him, hard enough to knock the glasses from his face. The sound of his laughter as he picked them up off the floor was the best thing I'd heard in a long while.

The rest of the day passed calmly enough—we were more than overdue for an uneventful day. We spent most of it in the library, and dinner was something Illyrian that Cassian had left in the townhouse kitchen with a note that said Even assholes who trap their family in Velaris need to eat. Also, make sure Feyre gets enough protein.

It seemed like a peace offering. Rhys didn't seem inclined to elaborate any further, and by that evening, I was too tired to ask.

I went to bed early and still found myself awake and staring at the ceiling despite my exhaustion. The thoughts that training and reading lessons had kept at bay came rushing back, too-fresh memories from Under the Mountain. I didn't remember falling asleep, just waking from a nightmare with a churning gut and scrambling towards the toilet in the dark, something that had become a familiar routine.

But this time, Rhys's hands were in my hair as my knees hit the tile floor, holding it back as I emptied the contents of my stomach. The retching left me groggy and dizzy, even as my heart pounded uncomfortably in my chest.

At least I wasn't alone.

#feysand #feyre archeron #we said hello and your eyes look like coming home

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eccentrcks · 1 year ago

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How about some general Primis Dempsey and S/O hcs? Make em as lovey-dovey as you like ✨️

Take your time!

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Primis “Tank” Dempsey x Reader

♡ General Relationship Headcanons

Warnings ; Tooth-rotting fluff, lightly implicated sexual themes.

Author’s Note ; Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. I’ve dropped everything at the moment when I’ve saw his name. The himbo. The malewife. Sorry for the long wait, but I was feeling burnt out after working for four weeks straight in my part-time job. So this will be kinda short. Wheat, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much I enjoyed writing it. Don’t be afraid to drop more requests ‘bout this man anytime soon. 💙

He didn’t had time for long term romantic relationships before he joined the marines and finished training. And when you came into the picture, oh man, let’s just say he’s excited to show how much he adores you once you’re both in established relationship.

Before you two gotten together, it was no more than watching a marine making discrete longing glances at your direction. Taking it easier on you compared to anyone else in the group.

Although Dempsey can get unintentionally too intimate in bed whenever you’re cuddling or trying to sleep. But who is to complain? Unless you’re trying to get a goodnight sleep of course…

And he’s the giver in the bedroom.

Typically shameless with the kissing though. He’ll just grab your face and place smooches all over and your lips as well— especially in private, oh man, don’t get me started on how this man will get really handsy.

If you get hurt. Minor wound or not. Densely will freak nonetheless and mumble while patching you up. “You’re lucky I love you, otherwise…” more grumbling with a kiss if you reassure him that you’re fine after he’s finished.

He will start fist fights in your name.

The type of man who will dip you during dancing.

Fluent in all of the five love languages;

Words of affirmation… expect your daily “I love you”, “Everything is better when you’re here”, “I’m so lucky to be with you”, “I'm so thankful to have you in my life.", and helluva lot more affirmations after those…you’d get it. He just wants to make you feel appreciated and loved.

Acts of service… he’s there and there for whatever you need. Or what he thinks you need. Opening doors for you, letting you go first, stretching out a hand for you to grab on first, let’s you lean on him for support if you have a broken ankle, let’s you vent out to him, and offers you his jacket if you get cold. You name it. He’s more of a natural gentleman compared to his Ultimis counterpart.

Gifts… Dempsey literally gets you anything that he deems perfect for you. He wasn’t raised on money, but the marine is confident to know on what he’s doing. Pretty trinkets? Oh, you’d love it after he does little touches of his own before giving it to you. Especially this pretty flower that happened to catch his eye. He isn’t good with poetry, but he likes giving you little love letters on how much you mean to him. Oh this thing? It reminded him of you and he’d thought you would love it. And as for receiving… he doesn’t mind, but makes sure to be grateful on whatever you got for him. It can be anything and he’ll love it regardless of the condition of it. Dempsey will keep it on him if it’s small too.

Quality time… the corporal can’t go through a day without being by your side so you’re gonna be spending a lot of time with him. C’mon… he’s a sucker for some quality time. He’s willingly to do anything to spend some time with you. Anything. You can name it and he’ll happily go along with it. Got nothing much planned? Guess he’s gonna teach you how to shoot and everything, regardless if you know the basics already.

Physical touch… It can be simple anything as holding hands, a hand on your waist, or thigh whenever you’re sitting, and it gets better when you’re in bed together. Dempsey will hold you in his arms just to know you’re there and won’t disappear on him. He’s committed to you and will show you how much he is.

Man wants a family with you. He wants to have a lot of children with you regardless on their genders (biologically or adopted, he doesn’t mind either). And he isn’t exactly opposed getting a pet or two for your future household either.

You mean the world to him and he’ll be damned if someone or something takes that away from him.

Dividers by @saradika.

#call of duty #cod zombies #call of duty zombies #tank dempsey #primis tank dempsey #primis dempsey #tank dempsey x reader #headcanons

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pilot-boi · 2 years ago

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Plotbunny AU - pt 4

And we have yet more bits of the plotbunny AU:

Jaune is very Brother Shaped in this AU

He's seen what too much negativity does, thanks to Alyx bringing him the 'extra time' that held the memories of the future, and he knows that the people he came to call friends were all in need of a hug at one point or another.

So he might.... get a little carried away.

(Absolutely no one minds. The blonde guy in the armor is very huggable and has a very cute pet bunny that he's willing to let people pet and cuddle) Ruby blows herself up and sees that guy whose pet dropkicked a robber's escape vehicle into a Dust store? Gets greeted with a hug. She'll take it! Friendship is amazing!

Yang, checking in on her sister and seeing her talking to a tall blonde guy and his own little sister? Gets invited into a group hug when he wishes them goodnight to go tuck Alyx into bed in her room at Beacon.

Ren gets a weird half hug/steadying shoulder pat in the morning when he's half asleep when Jaune catches him nodding off against his locker, guiding him to a nearby bench.

Nora sees Jaune doling out hugs and goes "Ah yeah, bring it in!" and just goes for it. Spines pop and ribs ache and she feels loads better about being at Beacon already.

Weiss does not want a hug from tall, blonde and scraggly weirdly considerate, she just wants to pet his giant fluffy bunny. So maybe that means she lets him lift her up to pet its head, fine, that's just so she can reach Juniper's ears properly when she's so big!

Blake catches Jaune reading to Alyx and sneaks up on them to read over his shoulder and he unconsciously catcher her in another sideways hug and she will deny to her dying day that she made one of those odd little startled "blerp" sounds cats make when you surprise them.

Jaune's hugs for Pyrrha are so soft and gentle and hesitant; he hugs her like she's spun out of glass and not a 6 foot something amazon who could wreck him in a heartbeat, always silently asking her permission and making sure she's okay with any contact before he initiates it. She doesn't know it, but he wants her to have choices and the ability to refuse anything, even this small thing, he'd let her stomp on his heart a thousand times to make herself feel better in any way, and he hugs her like it when she's looking down or looking cheered.

(Yes, I have feelings about Pyrrha and her everything and how unfair it all was and always will, I'm not sorry)

He also gives Alyx so many hugs. So, so, so many.

Listen, Jaune is Alyx's Emotional Support Person and Alyx is a reformed hellion who is trying to be Better. Positive reinforcement is the way to go, and that means telling her stuff like "thank you for being considerate of their feelings Alyx" and hugging her.

Because Alyx herself wants to be better, to make up for how she treated people, how she treated her brother, and the people of the Ever After, and the Rusted Knight, and wants to write a story better than her previous one.

And she uses Jaune as her measuring stuck, as it were, since with Lewis not here she doesn't.... have anyone else.

Something Jaune is horrible aware of and feeling the pressure about. Remember, he's not really Volume 9 Jaune, not really. He has the memories of him, hazily, but he's still young, and not the man Alyx remembers, who had long confronted his flaws and worst character traits from teenager hood (and gotten new ones).

So yeah, Jaune overcompensates just as much in this story as he did in Volume 1 and 2, just with hugs and brother instinct instead of flirting and machismo.

Alyx, for her part, is still struggling not just with her own growth and regret over her own losses and actions, but seeing this Jaune so, well, emotionally healthy is putting things into perspective.

(She'll take the hugs, though. Brother Gods knows they both could use them.)

Jaune's actions and overcompensation is kind of funny, to her. But also inspiring, so she tries to emulate it in her own way. But for a reformed hellion like her, that means some different ideas of expressing affection and aid....

(I would say I am sorry to Cardin for what Alyx will do to him once she sees him bullying Velvet, but someone needs to be the butt of the joke, and it's not nearly as bad as what she does to Mercury and Adam)

Juniper is just happy for all of the extra cuddles and to see Jaune so much happier. This was worth sleeping in the cabbage for that time, for her.

Jaune is brother shaped in every media he’s in. You’ve just turned that up to eleven, like we all deserve

Your thoughts on the different hugs and relationships are so incredibly correct. He gives them all so many hugs because his friends (SIBLINGS!!!) have had hard lives and they deserve love!! Jaune is good at hugs and he gives them often!!

Giving Ruby a hug when she’s down about having no friends! Giving Yang a hug when she’s worried about her sister! Giving Ren a hug when he’s overworking himself! Giving Nora a hug when she’s dealing with being in a new place! Giving Blake casual hugs and affection that don’t come with the worry of violence!

RESPECTING WEISS’S BOUNDARIES!!!

Also, the whole thing with Pyrrha deserving to make actual choices. Yes yes yes. Arkos are so tender and so gentle and I would’ve died for them

I love Alyx trying to be a better person and basing her actions on what her newly acquired big brother does. Jaune being a role model is so incredibly precious to me. Positive reinforcement my beloved

Sorry Cardin, get wrecked.

As for Mercury and Adam, I’m fine with Mercury getting his ass kicked by Alyx. In my opinion he also deserves a chance to leave the cycle of violence. This is all he’s ever known, and he’s a victim of this life as much as Emerald is. Since this is a feel good fix-it AU, I beg you to let him heal

As for Adam… I don’t know if I like Alyx being the one to take care of him. It’s important for Blake’s growth that SHE gets to be the one to get rid of him, so I don’t know how you’re gonna handle that

Juniper continues to be adorable and we love her

#rwby #jaune arc #alyx #pyrrha nikos #mercury black #adam taurus #mine #asks #plotbunny au #anonymous

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