#guess i just dont have any strength at all

[bunnyreaper]

vent post feel free to ignore

it's genuinely weird being in a place with no best friends, no SO, no irl friends...

while i appreciate everyone's sweetness i genuinely don't think ive felt more alone, because while im surrounded by such lovely people i have no one to call my own anymore

[ratatatastic]

the rituals are intricate

florida panthers @ new york islanders | 10.26.24 (x)

[pepprs]

ok. giving myself 4 minutes to make this post and then i finish my homework. i just am so deeply miserable. i really think i made a mistake. i should not be in grad school. i only took a year between this and undergrad and i am still so burned out and mentally ill. im working full time. im only taking one class and this program is supposed to be so good and aligned with what i want and all of that. but i just cant stand having homework. i just cant stand it. i think i am not cut out for academia even though i work in academia. i think i will never get better as long as im still living at home but i have to get better before i can no longer be living at home but i cant get better until im not living at home and every day i still live at home saps away at my will to live quite literally. i should not have started doing grad school without regaining my will to live. without restoring my love for reading and writing that i used to have voraciously when i was younger and less deeply miserable. without recovering from the burnout. i think i made a mistake. i need a masters degree so bad so that i can be safe but i need to not have fucking homework when i already struggle to get through my days without school. i feel so stuck in my life and hopeless and helpless. i dont know what to do

[zemnarihah]

much to think about.

[6mayhem]

prev post will be my defense if i ever do get cancelled for incest shipping. buddy i think i'm allowed to write all sorts of fucked up sibling shit after the childhood i've had ‼️

[exerlin]

my life would be so much better with a 2nd non-bathroom room and a bunny rabbit

[ganondoodle]

(OC Lore and design time!)

(it got longer again ... sorry ... idk how to make things short, i just need to talk, but i guess if you can read the written stuff in the pic thats the barest bare bones of what i wrote here)

i was asked what new lore story stuff i had thought about that made me sad which i mentioned a bit ago, and while that is too hard to explain given all the missing context i thought i could at least talk about lore having to do with it :D

so, (Lord) Eadrya is one of my fav OCs (big blue lad, here a rough sketch in humanoid form) they are both one of if not THE most powerful demon alive and the most battle trained;

at the mid point of the story the demon world gets invaded by the celestials (the angel inspired things i talked about in the previous lore post with Xaror) and Shargon, as the king, should be their first and only frontline, but at this point his life is only being sustained by maschinery after being mortally wounded, he cannot fight (he realizes what is going on, rips himself off the maschinery to get at least his youngest child to safety, barely managing it before dying- the guardian, the demons god, takes over his body to attempt to fight against the celestials but cant keep itself alive long enough since its host is already dead) Eadrya takes the role of the frontline fighter (despite being very full of themselves and aggressive they care about their 'job' of protecting their own, also giving them the chance to show off just how strong they are); the fight was going well for them all things considered, but when the guardian activates it drains the power of all elemental lords (which Eadrya is one of, and since they have the most strength it also takes the most from them), so much so that they lose the fight and suffer deadly wounds (the worst being a spear through the chest made of a material that grows hard, root-like formations when in contact with demonic blood like a fungus but worse, also stopping any self healing processes) after the guardian falls apart it creates a huge shockwave of energy that stuns every living thing within a certain distance and possibly more-

Eadrya (in true demon form, so like a blue whale in size at least) was likely taken through an active gateway to the human world in a large tidal wave also created by the guardians fall; they wash up in the harbor of a small secluded village, the head of which is 'lady 13'; although never having seen a demon before and everyone being afraid (largely thinking its a strange hurt animal, only she suspected otherwise), they still gather all villagers to pull out the celestial spear, which is diffcult and brutal given that its already taken root, but the village lacked both knowledge and means to help any other way- doing so damaged their heart which is how they were able to collect samples of all three demonic blood types ('normal' -red like humans-, energy -essentially purely magic- and heartblood -highly concentrated energy only found within the heart of a demon and the only one to contain genetic material) (this is the start of Eadryas character arc, having to deal with the fact that their world is likely destroyed, them failing what they didnt think they could fail, having lost a battle so badly (even if not really their fault) for the first time and not knowing if literally anyone else has survived .. also being now stuck in the human world, which they dont like)

Lady 13 (placeholder name? stands for experiment 13) is a human that was tricked by demon hunters to enroll into a series of experiments trying to create hybrids of demons and humans, which they hoped would be powerful and easily controllable tools for their endeavours, though the two are inherently not compatible, they tried grafting body parts of demons on humans to make them compatible- all experiments failed except for her, more or less, though she never got to see the hybrid she carried and was then told it had died too, they threw her out believing she wouldnt survive much longer either and all such experiments were cancelled due to the high cost of human life, research material (demons are still rare) and upkeep with no successful results Lady 13 survived though (perhaps even via the pirates picking her up?) and she ended up living in said small village far away, hiding her half demonic body, though most know there soemthing 'wrong' with her (her being this tall when it doesnt fit the rest for one), only few know the full extent; she enjoys the life she has now, perhaps on the more poor side but safer and more loved than ever before; she largely lead the efforts to try and help Eadrya when they ended up in the harbor, though there wasnt that much anyone could do it was still enough- they leave immediately after waking up, but return after really having nowhere to go and struggling to deal with everything that has happened; over time (probably years) they start to open up towards the people there (though not .. very much) enough to get rather close with Lady 13 too- she actually falls madly in love but after Eadrya (extremely aro/ace) rejects all her attempts quite clearly she respects their boundaries

However, after hearing news of potential demon sightings Eadrya decides to leave in hopes of not being the last demon left after all; Lady 13 then decides to reveal her secret to them (though hearing and seeing what lengths hunters would go to for their experiments makes them absolutely seething with rage- she insists on not being out for revenge) and asks if they would be willing to donate a small amount of heartblood; shes always wanted to be a mother but is now incompatible with humans too- through things she picked up back at the experiments facillity, hers and her doctors research she is sure that is all that is needed, she dares to ask since she does not know when, if ever, she will meet another demon, much less one she could actually trust enough for this though Eadrya hesitates (why would she want to go through the same thing again that didnt work and threatened her life, if it does work, do they want to be involved with any of this? what if hunters find out it worked after all?) but after her ensuring that they would have no part in it other than giving up a little blood and would not be considered a parent in any way, nor made responsible for anything that might happen to her, but considering it all in the end they agree to it

only for her to reveal shes had a small bottle of it already, along with multiple samples of the other types, which she collected when Eadrya was bleeding out into the harbor not knowing if they will survive, though not wanting to make use of it without their consent either way (they are actuallly rather touched by this)

alot later the main group returns here and it turns out to have worked (though she is unable to walk/bedridden for a long while bc it did alot of damage to her body, which can heal since its demons parts, but only really slowly bc she does not have a full functioning system and no demonic blood of her own -she uses the other samples for the healing process-) though its a little awkward to explain, especially considering that 13.1 took alot after Eadrya xD (their theory as to why it worked so "well" that time is that even though the sample was already taken, them giving their consent for it still made it less likely to be rejected; demons dont need partners to have offspring, and all can do it, they just have to decide to- so them agreeing to it, even though its long been outside their body, still had an effect on the blood sample)

[soccer-love]

Olympic Lovers

Felicitas Rauch x reader

I can exactly remember the words she said this morning.

When I was laying in my bed, safely wrapped in her arms.

"Whatever happens tonight, I will always be so proud of you."

I was still half asleep and only managed to get out a small nod as an answer, but I knew that it was enough for her.

That I was enough for her.

"Breathe! You can do this." Giuli said to me as I was walking towards the penalty mark.

If I scored, we would be through to the semi finals.

If not....well I guess we would have to do another round of penalty shootouts.

I move the ball to the correct position and then walk a few steps backwards.

After I hear the referee blew her whistle I take a deep breath, trying to push away all the thoughts in my head.

This is soccer.

This is what I am best at.

Without thinking about it more, I start running towards the ball.

And I kick it.

Directly into the net, through the open arms of the Canadian goalkeeper.

I hear my teammates shouting and a scream escapes my mouth while I jump around like a crazy one.

The first one to catch up on me is Feli, she hugs me so tight that we almost fall to the ground, but Anne is there to catch us.

"YESSSSSS" I hear Syd screaming as her arms also wrap around me and it quickly turns into a big group hug.

They scream and hug each other and I see Syd and Laura chasing each other around with the water bottles someone gave them.

Feli still holds onto me, her arms wrapped around me so tightly that I can barely breath, and even though we are both sweaty and my legs feel like they where made out of cement the only thing I care about is the words she says.

There so quiet that only I am able to understand it, but I do.

"I love you so fucking much."

I pull back to look at her and see the big smile that covers her face.

"I love you too." I say and it takes all my strength to not kiss her, right there, right now.

Luckily Sara and Merle come to bring us some water and so we just keep smiling at each other.

"SEMI FINALS! SEMI FINALS! SEMI FINALS!" Bibi and Laura scream as we enter the locker room.

"WHUUUUU" I answer and they laugh.

We celebrate that win a little more but we can fell how tiered everyone is so we quickly take a shower and then go to the bus to head back to our hotel.

Feli shoots me a smile before going into her room with Sara and then sends me a goodnight text.

We're not out to the team yet and so we also have other roommates.

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As I wake up in the morning the sun isn't up yet and so Syd is also still asleep.

I grab my phone from the little nightstand and see a massage from Feli asking if I wanted to come over since Sara got up early and went to the gym.

As quietly as possible I get up, put on some shoes and then leave the room, trying not to wake Syd up.

Feli and Saras room isn't far from mine and after my second knock she already opens the door.

"Hey beautiful, any reason your up this early?" she flirts, leaning against the door frame.

"This cute girl asked me to come over but I think she's already gone." I tease, looking past her into the room and then stepping back.

"Whoa." Feli quickly grabs my hand, pulling me back. "You think my roommate is cute?"

"You are cute." I say and she laughs.

"Come on inside before anyone ears us." I follow her inside and then jump onto her bed.

Feli laughs at me but quickly lays down next to me, wrapping her arms around me.

"Feli?" I ask and look up into her beautiful brown eyes.

"Yes?"

"Do you really love me?"

Something in the way she looks at me, in this moment, the way the look in her eyes softens, makes me fall in love even more.

"I never felt so much love like I do for you." she whispers and then softly kisses me.

"I love you more." I answer and then let my head rest on her shoulder.

She softly starts running her fingers through my hair and I almost fall back asleep but a sudden loud noise that comes from the hallway, gets me awake again.

"I dont know where she is Syd." I hear someone saying and look over at the door.

"She also isn't downstairs at breakfast." I hear another voice, I would say it's Giuli.

Then I hear a door opening and foot steps.

"What's going on?" Thats defiantly Laura.

"We can't find Y/N." this time it is Syd.

"What about Y/N?" I hear Leas voice.

"What are they doing? A team meeting?" I whisper to Feli and she tries to hold back her laughter, while Syd repeats her sentence from before.

"We should ask Feli, they are usually together." Lea suggests and before I even realize what that means, the door opens.

"Shit." I say and fell Feli pulling me tighter against her body.

"Feli have you.....whoa!" Sara says, stopping in the doorway so Syd bumps against her.

"What...OH MY GOOD!" Syd screams, jumping back and with that the other people in the hallway get to see us too.

"You two..." she adds, looking from Feli to me and back to Feli.

"...where trying out if these Anti-Intimacy beds actually work?" Laura finishes her sentence.

Feli grabs the pillow from behind us and throws it at her.

"Chill buddy, we understand that you both have needs but dont you know how to lock the door?" Sara asks.

"It's not like that." Feli says and sits up, my hand in hers.

"You sure?" Laura asks, grinning at us.

"Yes."

"You two are in love?" Anne says, she is overlooking the rest of the group and her eyes are fixed on our entangled hands.

Feli looks at me and in her eyes I see that she is asking for my permission to tell them about us.

"We are." she smiles.

"OH MY GOOD." Syd screams again and before anyone can react she jumps on top of us.

"MY BESTIE IS IN LOVE." she shouts and pulls me into a hug.

I can see the rest of the room laughing, before Sara also hugs Feli.

"I think you got the right girl, buddy." She says and Feli smiles.

"I think that too."

[kimi240302]

Come back to me Part 1

A/N: Before you read this, I want you to know that my native language is different. So I am very sorry for any mistake. Nevertheless, I hope you will like my story and enjoy it.

Summary: The love story between Alec Volturi and Y/N Swan, was an unexpected one. Both didn't know what to make of each other when they found out they were soul mates. But they worked on it and created a beautiful strong love that not even Bella's hatred for the Volturi could destroy. But as in any good love story, tragedy was impossible to avoid in theirs. It came as unexpectedly as their love itself, and made the Cullens and Bella seem to win, while Alec and the Volturi were losing their light in the darkness.

Alec Volturi x Swan!Female!reader

Main Post / Twilight Masterlist/ Come back to me Masterlist

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"I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night me met I dont know what I´m supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you"- Lord Huron/ The Night We Met

Helplessness or powerlessness

Alec didn't know exactly which feeling had been eating away at his insides every day for the past two months, or was it perhaps both? Ever since he'd gotten the call from the Cullen Doctor that the woman he loved more than anything in the world was on the verge of death, Alec had felt like he was in a freefall into darkness. He was not present and yet not absent enough to be able to shut off his emotions from the pain he felt all the time.

Lost in thought, he looked down at his mate and ran soothing motions over her hand that lay in his. Y/N was still lying in the hospital bed in the hospital room in the city that Alec Volturi had learned to hate even more in the last two months than he had hated it before, Forks.

He had not been told exactly what had happened to her, because no one knew for sure how Y/N had left the road with her car and ended up in the lake. There was no storm that evening, no wet or slippery roads or anything else that could have caused the accident. The rest of the facts were also just speculation. Y/N had managed to get out of her car, but the temperature of the water was too cold for her to have the strength to swim to the surface afterwards. She had lost consciousness and only survived by pure luck. This lucky charm was called Jacob Black. He and the other wolves had heard the crash and had run as fast as they could to the lake.

"I always thought that our twentieth birthday would be the only bad memory that would burn itself into my brain and never want to leave." Alec looked away from his sister and ran both hands over his face. He felt something he hadn't felt in several centuries, tiredness. The vampire would love nothing more than to lie down next to his mate, close his eyes and simply sleep away Y/N's absence. But he had long since lost this ability, something he had never regretted until this moment.

Jane, who was standing at the window, looked at her brother in shock. It was the first time she had heard him speak since Y/N's accident, she had come back to check on him every now and then and had never been able to get more than single words out of him. The second thing that shocked her was that she and her brother had never spoken about what had happened, not since they had both turned. Jane sat down in the chair next to Alec and looked at him searchingly. "I'll be honest with you, brother, I've forgotten exactly what happened. Either it was too long ago or my memories are trying to protect me." Alec turned to his sister in surprise. "Really? My memories want to torture me, in this case, I guess. I remember every little detail."

He fell silent for a few moments, turned his gaze away from Jane and looked through the window at the cloudy sky. He had to grin slightly. He hated this town and yet its weather seemed to know exactly how the vampire felt at that moment.

Alec noticed how his sister's gaze seemed to bore deeper into his side profile with every passing second of his silence. His gaze lingered stubbornly outward as he continued. "I remember how you, me and mother were eating dinner when the villagers kicked down our door. I remember them chasing us through the forest with flaming torches and insults. I remember how we were captured and dragged to the dock on the shore. How we were tied to a stake on a pyre and insulted further. I remember mom trying to get to us and fighting against the people holding her. I remember how she broke free. How they grabbed her just before the stake and pushed her to the ground. I remember how she was kicked by the people she had known since childhood. I remember her choking on her own blood." Alec turned his head back to Jane. "But you know what the worst memory from that day is?" The blond vampire shook his head. "The flames. I remember the pain and the smell of our skin burning off piece by piece."

There was an intense silence between the two siblings for a few moments.

"Since when do you remember every detail?" Jane's voice had changed to a soft tone that she only used with her brother and Y/N. Alec's eyes drifted to his mate, reflecting the pain of the last few weeks. "Since the day I saw her lying here like that. Since then, I can't get it out of my head that fate always manages to sweeten my life, only to ruin it afterwards." The black-haired vampire jumped up and walked over to the window. "Alec, Y/N is alive. Carlisle…" "The Cullen doctor, doesn't know if she's waking up. He doesn't even know if she'll ever be able to breathe on her own again without that machine." Alec ran his fingers through his hair again.

His gaze wandered to the machine that displayed Y/N's vital signs and beeped along with her heartbeat. He looked at the machine, from which a tube led into his mate's throat. Alec knew that if it wasn't for that tube, his lover wouldn't even be breathing. The vampire took a closer look at Y/N. Alec swallowed, because there was hardly anything left of the girl from two months ago. Her skin was white and stretched against her body so tightly that you could see every single bone. Her cheeks were sunken and black spots had formed under her eyes. Her hair looked dull as it had lost its shine.

"I should have kept her in Volterra and bitten her the first time we met. Then she wouldn't have had the idea to come back here." Jane stood up instantly and stood in front of her brother, drawing his gaze from his mate. She put her hands to her brother's cheek and looked deep into his eyes.

"Alec, if you had kept her in Volterra the day she was dragged into our world without any preparation and turned her against her wishes, do you really think Y/N would have fallen in love with you? Do you think she wouldn't have listened to the Cullens and seen you for the monster you are to that clan? She would have hated you for the rest of your immortal lives. You would never have been able to reach her." Sadly, Jane turned her gaze to Y/N and back to her brother. "If she doesn't survive this, which I hope she doesn't, at least you had a time together with her that you would want to remember. Y/N loved you and always will. Hold on to that Alec, I beg you not to lose hope now."

Alec let his head grow heavier in his sister's hands. "What if I bite her now…. Maybe I can end this nightmare." Alec lifted his head stepped away from his sister and began his pacing. "I should never have let her go to Forks. The Cullens and her sister don't care about her safety like me, you, or the rest of the Volturi!" His eyes wandered helplessly back and forth between his sister's face and the lifeless-looking body of his mate. The feeling of powerlessness spread through him again, drilling into his bones like a disease.

Jane shook her head. "Carlisle said that our poison might just kill her faster and you couldn't stop her from coming to Forks. After all, she wanted to say goodbye to her father. You know she wouldn't have been able to see her father after her transformation." "Then I should have gone with her…" "Alec, you can't undo what happened. So stop blaming yourself." "I can't lose her Jane, I can lose anyone but her." Jane nodded knowingly. "I know Alec." She whispered. Alec stopped and accepted his twin's embrace. He tightened his hands in her top and lowered his head into the crook of her neck.

They were both there when their master Marcus lost his mate and how he was broken by it. They also saw how he suffered every day. Jane didn't want her brother to suffer the same fate. That's why she had taken the message that Y/N wanted to be turned very well. That way, the young girl would be out of the danger of being human. But ever since the call had arrived in Volterra saying that Y/N was on the brink of death, the thought that Alec could end up like Marcus was a shadow of every action the siblings had taken. Jane couldn't lose her brother and even if the blonde vampire didn't want to admit it, the same was true for Y/N. For the young girl had burned herself into her cold, non-beating heart. Jane also knew that it wasn't just her, but every single vampire who lived in Volterra.

Y/N had earned the nickname "The Sunshine of the Volturi". Because no matter how many prejudices the Cullens and her sister had tried to put into Y/N to turn her against the Volturi. The young woman had created her own images of each individual vampire, which placed her in a special role for each one. For the three kings and their wives, she became a daughter, someone they all wanted to take under their wing and show everything the world had to offer. To Felix, Demetri, Santiago, Afton, Chelsea and Jane, she became a sister. For the rest of the Volturi guard, she became a friend. For Alec, she became his companion, the love of his life and his best friend. What united the Volturi was one thought when it came to Y/N; they all wanted to protect her, whatever the cost.

Alec detached himself from his sister completely, walked around her and sat back down by his mate's bed.

"I'm so sick of this hospital room." He murmured. Carefully, Alec reached for Y/N's hand and clasped it with both of his. Slowly, he brought it to his mouth so he could leave a kiss on her fingers. Alec cursed his vampire existence at that moment, more than on other days. Because she had taken away his ability to cry. All he could utter was a silent whimper. Alec carefully placed Y/N's hand back on the mattress. He leaned towards the bed so that he could place one of his hands on her cheek while the other stroked tenderly through her hair. His eyes clouded over with pain.

"Did you know that you are so important to the Volturi that even the kings themselves were here to see you? Although Master Aro could see you through Demetris or through someone else, all three wanted to see it with their own eyes." He paused for a few seconds. "I think by now every Volturi has been here once. Your sister and the Cullens throw a fit every time they see another one of us." Jane quietly sat back down in her old seat and watched her brother closely. He removed his hand from her cheek and placed it on Y/N's hand.

"What I want to say to you, my Love, everyone misses you and everyone prays, I don't know to what or to whom, that you will open your eyes and brighten our lives with your light again. Volterra is so cold and dark without you. I miss you, so terribly that I can't even describe it anymore." Alec bit his lips and squinted his eyes. Jane placed her hand over Alec's and Y/N's. "Y/N I beg you come back to me, don't leave me behind in this world."

Jane opened her mouth to say something reassuring, but she was startled and looked down at the hand she had placed on her brother's and Y/N. Alec's eyes snapped open too, his movements in Y/N's hair stopped.

"Tell me you felt that too! Tell me I'm not going crazy Jane!" Jane just looked stunned at their joined hands and then at Y/N's face. "Alec…" Alec took his eyes off the hands and looked at his sister. She pointed at Y/N with her free hand, "Look!"

Y/N's eyelids twitched slightly and all hell broke loose.

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@rosedpetal @bofadeezs

[distant-velleity]

okay 💀 i'm gonna post this and then collapse into my bed (im dying from cringe)

meet Allegra Leech, daughter of yuhua and floyd 🥰 she's not canon to yuhua's story post-canon because. like. multiple reasons (that might be elaborated on in another post idk) but there is an alternate timeline where she exists <3

she's, ah, if you couldn't guess--something of a force of nature. if there's something she wants, she'll use any means to get it; whether it be scheming, flattery, or brute force.

aside from loving all things cute and fashionable, what really matters most to her is power and strength, not just the physical kind. magical prowess, intelligence, influence, etc... these are all things she respects and wants to obtain ;)

she is capable of using magic, but i will hopefully develop that and her NRC look/lore at a later date

(more under the cut!)

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if you couldn't tell, she inherited a lot of obvious traits from both parents (such as yuhua's pre-OB eyes and floyd's teeth)-- although the situation with yuhua's traits is interesting and will have to be explained separately

she also resembles them in terms of expression, since she loves and respects them so dearly-- most notably:

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i have to confess she isn't. too well developed at the moment despite having existed for months now-- i uhhhhhhhh have been having Issues and i always feel like developing her can be awkward at times SHFKSJFHKSJFSDF

mostly due to. um. you know. i dont really like posting about floyu on here hKSDFJKSFSD im shy

but whatever!!! i haven't seen any other floyd x oc kids so idk if she's too similar to any of them but we ball regardless!!!!

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[obm-avenquire]

Obey Me! Seven Minutes In Heaven Hell

[I’m honouring my rotten god awful roots from hell. Put up with it. I hope this gives someone whiplash. I am writing this both as a joke and with complete sincerity and i wont be explaining myself if you get it you get it if you dont then i hope youll find it entertaining anyway. I used my own deviantart for 2012 for reference for this]

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

Another day, another party in the Devildom. 

You have no idea how any of them have energy for all this - it feels like every week someone will pull some cause for celebration out of thin air and suddenly they’ve hired a catering company and a truckload of helium balloons. Of course, Diavolo - fuelled by his unending fear of missing out and need for enrichment - enables it every time, doing everything he can to get himself and everyone else you know invited. Which is…fine, you like seeing them all. In moderation. At none noisy crowded events. Ah, well. Such is the burden of a dating sim protagonist. Slumber parties at the castle are a little less high maintenance at least.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when Asmodeus calls your name, waving you over with Demonus-flushed cheeks before dragging you away from the balcony and back into the big guest room-turned-common-room-sleeping-area. You definitely think there’s a better way to phrase that, but you barely have time to think when Asmo is pushing you to sit down in the collective circle (his strength always surprises you, and he’s maybe just a little too tipsy to regulate it properly), pressing a kiss on your cheeks before running off to herd together the rest of the group.

You look around the circle, giving Satan an affirming but vague nod that he returns with an equally innocuous smile, which you accept as you always do and go back to your usual little headcount. Belphegor was dozing on the sofa, threatening to sprawl over Satan (who was ‘gently’ repositioning him whenever necessary), Mephistopholes (who had invited himself) was preaching his very special gospel to Beelzebub at the snack table while Asmodeus did whatever he could to wrangle the younger away because his plate was basically just a tower of snacks at this point and he could always get more later so if he would just pleeeeaaaaasssee-

You stop paying attention, instead giving Simeon and Raphael a little wave as they walk in.

“Welcome back,” You shuffle over slightly to make space for the two of them, Simeon sitting down next to you as Raphael decides to stand rigidly slightly off to the side just a little behind the sofa, and just…stay there. Well, whatever makes him comfortable, you guess. “Did Luke arrive safe?”

“He did, thankfully,” Simeon smiles, tucking his phone into the pockets of his trousers, “I can’t believe Serun broke all their bones and had to be hospitalised again. I feel awful not being able to visit, but, well…” He sighs, shrugging, “He wanted to go himself, and insisted he could manage, so…You know how he i-”

“What? I only came because I was promised melon cake!” You’re not sure where Thirteen popped up from, but she’s already on the armchair in the corner, kicking her legs over the armrests as she rolls her eyes. “What a waste of time.”

“Oh! Well, he still finished that, actually, so-” There’s a distinctive arcane shink sound that cuts Simeon off mid sentence. “Now, Raphael, put the spear away, you can’t do that here-” Ever the stickler for manners, it seems. Oh well. Not your problem. 

“Hey, so I’ve been meaning to ask.” Thirteen raises her eyebrows at your voice, pupils knife-like and theatrically bitchy in the dim candlelight.  “Why are you covered in soot.” 

“Well,” She scoffs, clicking her tongue, “Since someone-” She glares at Solomon from across the room, who smiles very nicely and innocently through his conversation with Barbatos- “Decided to ‘dismantle’-” She does incredibly heavy and repeated air quotes with her fingers, “My special little bomb boy it exploded all wrong!”

“I understand completely. I’m sorry someone would ever do something so awful to you, you don’t deserve that even slightly.” She snorts, balling up the tissue she was using to wipe the ashes off her forearm and throws it at your head. It disintegrates in midair before so much as making contact, and you squint over in the sorcerer's direction. He’s not even looking your way, and Barbatos whispers something you can’t make out to him as Thirteen groans and throws up her hands in frustration, sliding into what must be an incredibly uncomfortable position. It doesn’t seem to bother her, though, and she picks at her nails grumpily. Oh well!

“-Stop complainin’ already, would it really kill ya to join in?” Mammon is doing everything in his power to pull Levi through the door by the collar of his coat, but the younger seems to be trying to retract his own head into his shirt like a turtle to try and get out of it. 

“You’re killing me you’re the worst and I hate youandIhopeeverythingbadeverhappenstoyoua-” 

“Yeah yeah whatever. Shut up and sit.” Mammon slings his arm over Levi’s shoulder, dragging him down into the circle just as Lucifer and Diavolo finally come back from whatever it was they were getting done. 

“Lucifer, don’t make that face!” Diavolo nudges his bestest of friends, who looks particularly miserable, even as Barbartos silently refills his glass before they all, too, sit to join, the prince and his right hand man on the final empty sofa, the butler instead choosing to kneel neatly a little off to the side from Mammon and Levi. Satan adeptly shoves Belphegor upwards at just the right timing for Beelzebub to sit down (his twin slumps right back into his shoulder). Mephistopholes complains that there isn’t a proper place to sit til Mammon trips him and he ungracefully tries to pass it off as deciding to sit on the floor as Thirteen barks a sharp laugh at him.

A pleasant hum of conversation settles through the room, Asmodeus stumbling into hugging Solomon, whispering something between the invocation trio that you can’t quite make out before spinning around and clapping his hands together (cutely. It’s important to emphasise that he did this so so cutely) to get everyone’s attention.

“E---veryone!!!” He waits a few seconds for silence, shooting a glare at whoever dares to continue in the wake of this very very important announcement. “It’s time for a very special game! Have we all heard of 7 minutes in heaven?” He bounces on the tips of his feet in excitement despite the lukewarm reception. “Okay well that’s a mostly no then I guess-  Honestly! I know it’s a human world thing, but really?” He pouts, and you note that Diavolo’s visible excitement has increased exponentially already. 

“Allow me to explain,” Solomon cuts in, confirming your suspicion that he’d been somehow roped into this. “Two or more participants are selected - in our case by drawing lots - to go into a closet or equivalent and do whatever they like for 7 minutes.” Everyone seems a lot more attentive, suddenly. “Ah, of course, we’ll be taking magic precautions to make sure that there’s no cheating, and certainly no one breaking into the closet before time is up,” He grins, clearly enjoying this already. 

“The heck.” Mammon grumbles, oddly fidgety all of a sudden, “There ain’t even a closet in here,” Leviathan nods aggressively. He’s sweating. 

“Hm? Oh! That won’t be a problem, haha! Barbatos was kind enough to offer to help out with that,” The aforementioned butler steps aside to reveal a simple wooden door on the wall that decidedly hadn’t been there earlier. “We even made sure it was sound-proofed! You know, just in case.”

“What a curious game! Shall we start right away?” Diavolo beams, inadvertently cutting off Mephistopholes, who’d just opened his mouth to no doubt complain that this sort of juvenile and inappropriate game had no place at a gathering with the Devildom’s one and only prince. 

“Yes!! Everyone write your name on a piece of paper, okay?” Asmo begins handing out paper and pens to everyone, shushing any complaining he meets. “You don’t have to play! It just means you’re boring and no fun and that you’ll never get a chance like this again.” 

Better write your name, then. You’d hate to miss out. 

You watch as Barbatos collects everyone’s paper slips, dropping them into a glass bowl and shaking periodically to shuffle them well. You immediately lose track of yours, so you figure that it’s worked.  After what feels like a slightly inordinate amount of time, everyone seems to have put their name in the bowl - sure, some were more…begrudging or in need of convincing than others, but that’s normal! Anyways-

“Oooo I’ve been waiting for this all evening!” Asmodeus grabs the bowl, tap-tap-tapping along the rim for effect, perfectly manicured nails making a pleasant ASMR-esque tink noise. “Right, first u-”

“Uhm, how do- how do we know you’re, uh, not rigging this?” Asmo whips his head around to stare open-mouthed at Levi.

“Excuse me? I would never-”

“Mm, there’s no guarantee though, is there?” Asmodeus pouts at Satan, grumbling something about being personally offended and making sure to snitch next time Satan asks him for a favour.

“Fine! Since I’m so untrustworthy and awful-” The smile is switched back on as he saunters over to you, swishing the bowl around carefully before holding it out to you. “Why don’t you pick? No one will complain then, right?” 

The silence in the room means yes, presumably.

“Go on hun! Don’t be nervous-” He winks, and your mouth quirks into a smile to humour him, carefully reaching into the bowl for two slips of paper, pulling them out and carefully unfolding them to reveal-

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

[As is tradition, I'll be uploading the individual 'endings' as I write them :) I'll be putting a poll up on my account for who to write first (within reason, I don't think tumblr will let me put up enough options to cover everyone) so feel free to suggest people in the replies/tags too!! there will be no luke option becuz i dont know how to put hardware destroying malware in clickable links yet sory :( feel free to simulate the experience urself tho!!]

[mschimdt]

hello, lovely! 💕

can I get nsfw oneshot with mike and f!reader who is the dominant one in their relationship most of the time, but one day she no longer has the strength for staying dominant and Mike now has everything under his control?

sending love and have a good day! (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)💕

that one afternoon

KEEP SENDING REQUESTS IN IM GOING TO REPLY TO ALL OF THEM

IK THAT ISNT MIKE ITS PEETA BUT I COULDNT FIND ANY GIFS OF HIM + THEYRE BOTH JOSH SOO 🥱

im actually loving the requests im getting so far,

mike schmidt x f!reader

disclaimer: i have no knowledge about jobs so im writing what i know from tv shows and movies💀 + mike is well off now, hes not struggling with money, english isnt my first language and THIS IS NOT PROOF READ

-----------------18+ MINORS DNI------------------

you were at work, you work a simple office job at a fast fashion conpany, but your manager is a literal bitch and she makes you work overtime, or she has you cover for her 'boyfriend' who works a similar job while they fuck in her office

"y/n, come here" you heard your boss say from behind you in her stupid british accent that just made her sound the more bossier, you rolled your eyes, turning around to face her

"i need you to cover for tom, and i need you to send these files to the board" you stared at her, with a dull expression

"no" you mutteted, staring at her, it took her a few seconds to process what you just said, a unknown expression slips onto her face "no? youre acting asif you make the rules around here, i suggest you shut up and go back to work or im making you work saturdays"

"why cant tom do his job? hes litteraly in great fucking health? oh wait, hes too busy fucking you in your office!!"

she looked at you, everyone in the office had their faces turned towards you

you continued speaking "dont acr all shocked now, we all hear your moans alllll the way from over here, maybe you should quiet down a bit huh? i can report what your doing to me and what youre doing with your boyfriend to the CEO!!!"

"fuck this stupid job, tom can do my shifts too now! because i QUIT" you said, grabbing your little tag, shoving it in your managers face before walking out of the building

you turned on your car, shoving the keys in the keyhole, whilw you waited for the car to start, your head was against the steering wheel, once the car finally warmed up you drove the car back to your house, a decent sized 2 story house you got with your boyfriend, mike, and his sister

you parked your car outside, you got out of the car opening the houses door with the key nwxt to your car key, you walked in, as you tried to pull the key out of the door, it wouldnt come out and that was it you went fucking nuts

"STUPID FUCKING KEY" you screamed, as you pulled at it as hard as you could, you didnt even notice mike standing a few meters away from you

as you continued to try to pull the key out, you felt mikes hand on your shoulder, soon followed by him saying something

"hey, hey, calm down whats up?" you froze, forgetting that mike was home, afterall it was his day off

he pulled your hand away from the key, "if you were more gentle it would've come out" he said, pulling it out gently.

he put his hands behind your back, closing the door behind the both of you and leafing you towards the living room

"sorry mike-" you said

"dont be sorry, whyre you so worked up though?"he said, you hesitated for a second and told him what happened

"glad you finally quit, that little bitch was getting on my nerves"

"yeah- i guess so but ive gotta find a new job now, it was hard enough finding that one" you said, staring down into your lap

mike looked at you, "look, you dont need to get a job my jobs good enough, were not struggling anymore you dont need to work if you dont feel like it" he said with a soft voice, looking at you with his big brown eyes

you kissed him slowly, a needy kiss, you needed this.

that inoccent kiss slosly escelated into a heated makeout session, you on his lap, hand on his neck, while his hands were under your shirt slightly groping your tits

when he squeezed your nipple, you let out a soft moan into his mouth, you felt him smirk against your lips before he detached his lips from yours, moving onto your neck, attacking it with his mouth

teeth biting into your neck, he seperated his lips from your neck, to take your shirt off, you lifted your hands up, allowing him to remove it, before he went back to assaulting your body with his mouth

his hands reaching behind you, unbuckling your bra and pulling it off your shoulders

he pulled away again, lifting his shirt up above his head, taking it off

he layed you down, trailing kisses and bites all the way from your neck, to your stomache, when he reached your lower abdomen he tugged at your waist band, he was in control this time and he wasnt gonna go easy on you

he slipped your jeans off, leaving you in panties, he then broight his fingers to your covered cunt, rubbing circles against your covered clit "oh god mike- more please!" you screamed, abby wasnt home so you could be as loud as you wanted

mike slipped your panties off, restint his face right infront of your clothed cunt, his hot breaths hitting it "please mike-"

he then got up, staring at you, he wasnt gonna give you what you wanted, no, its too early

"one second" he said, getting up off the couch, heading into your room, "fuck you mike!" you shouted, he replied with a soft chuckle, "youre gonna regret that" he went inside, coming out a few seconds later with something in his hand

you lifted yourself onto your elbows "whats that?" you asked, your eyes widening when you realized what it was, a vibrator

"when did you get that? and why dont i know about this" you asked

"ive been hiding it for a while, looking for a good time to use it on you, and nows the right time" he said walking over to you

"open your legs for me" he said, you obeyed, opening your legs, he slowly put the vibrator between your folds, you gasped at the cold feeling of it, he then switched it on

the moment you felt it start vibrating against yoy, you threw your head back, letting out a semi-loud moan

mike held the vibrator against your clit, you jerked your hips up, you didnt mean to do it but you did it out of reflex a few times causing mike to reach his hand out to your stomache, pinning you down. preventing you from moving

after a few minutes, of moaning and whimpering you tried to make out a word, letting mike know you were about to come, "mike- mikey- im about to come"

you were almosy there, when you felt the vibrator stop, you looked at mike, he had a shit eating grin on his face "w-why'd you stop" you said, disappointed

"youre not cumming on this vibrator baby, the only place youre going to cum is on my cock alright?" he said, as he unbuckled his belt, unzipping his jeans and taking them off along with his boxers

his cock slapping against his stomache as he positioned himself between your legs, he slipped the tip in, his head inbetween your neck, muttering soft nothings and praises

you felt the stretch, it burned, it wasnt your first time taking him but every time, he split you open, hes really big

as he continued sliding his cock inside your cunt, you could feel every vein, and when he finally bottomed out, he didnt give you time to adjust

he started thrusting in and out with no warning, moans leaving your mouth, mike lifted himself off you, holding into your hips

the sounds of skin slapping and moans filled the room as mike fucked you into oblivion, "open your mouth" you didnt hesitate, opening your mouth, hair messy, sweat running down your forehead

mike spit into your mouth, he then used his hand to shut your jaw shut "swallow" he waited for you to swallow, whimpers being let out while you swallowed his spit

you were about to cum "m-mike oh god!" you said, he knew you were close and so was he, he kept thrusting in and out, quickning up the pace a little bit

a loud moan left your mouth as you squirted all over mikes lower abdomen, once he knew you were done, hr slipped out, jerking himself off until he came, thick ropes of cum covering your tits and stomache

mike fell against you, panting

" you were so good" he said against your cheeck, kissing it

you layed there for a few minutes, before mike got up "come on lets washup abbys gonna be home anytime now"

you let out an annoyed groan, before getting up.

[spotsandsocks]

20 questions for fic writers ✍️

Tagged by @fortheloveofbuddie thank you 💜

How many works do you have on ao3?

92

What’s your total ao3 word count?

950,226 3 years of writing this August. What should I do to celebrate when I hit 1 million words?!

What fandoms do you write for?

9-1-1

Top five fics by kudos

If You Break It (3,207 words) They say the Truth will set you free (2,346 words) Could Have Should Have Would Have (3,251 words) Looking from the outside(2,453 words) Just Ask (1,717 words)

Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

A Boy Like That more sad than angsty but a happy ending for buddie

Holding Me Up just a short little coda to 7x 1 but sad ish

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Both these are fluffy and end with a big 😍😍

Of Mice and Men and Sweater Number 23

Do you get hate on fics?

not so far thank goodness I’d be sad 😔

Do you write smut?

You bettcha 😏 and here are a few if you fancy

Tied To You From The Start takes a while to get there then ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Your heart or mine? Yours every time vampire buck gets hungry ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

127 Seconds ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥soft and hot - after a call goes bad things happen

Give and Take ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 and the sequel

Craziest crossover:

do dragons count? To Fly The Skies

Let me stay by your fire (for nothing warms me like you do) just added this knight/blacksmith au cos I wanted to - not many have noticed it - there are bees and smut

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not as far as i know

Have you ever had a fic translated?

dont think so

Have you ever co-written a fic?

nope, I’m not sure I’d be any good at it

All time favorite ship?

take a guess....

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There’s a chimney plays matchmaker one I think might not make it

What are your writing strengths?

Plot twists?? Think I keep them all fairly in character. You tell me???

What are your writing weaknesses?

Don’t use very descriptive language I know that!

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

not a huge fan 😞 sorry

First fandom you ever wrote in?

9-1-1 (only one)

Favorite fic you’ve written?

I’ll be honest- I’m very proud of these two. Book length, twisty, fun and packed with plot.

The Lost and The Found

Good Knight Sweet Prince

Tagging anyone who’d like to share just say spots tagged you cos I did ☺️

No pressure tagging @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @hoodie-buck @thekristen999 @exhuastedpigeon @tizniz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @bi-buckrights @bekkachaos @the-likesofus @steadfastsaturnsrings @watchyourbuck @loveyouanyway @underwaterninja13 @evanbi-ckley @repressedqueen @shortsighted-owl @ronordmann @hippolotamus @spaceprincessem @bidisasterevankinard @wikiangela @stagefoureddiediaz @thewolvesof1998 @wildlife4life @giddyupbuck @weewootruck @honestlydarkprincess @rogerzsteven @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @inell @shipperqueen6 @saybiwithme @bewilderedbuckley @actualalligator @pirrusstuff @jesuisici33 @rainbow-nerdss @disasterbuck @theotherbuckley @fiona-fififi

[obsessedwithpedritoofc]

Sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ Sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ (Dɪɴ Dᴊᴀʀɪɴ)

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Din Djarin × Male/GN Reader.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 4,8 k.

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: One week is what took him to gather the bravery to go and talk to you again. You didn't expect him to appear in your home out of the blue like that, much less if it wasn't to apologize for what he had done.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: spoilers for the mandalorian, angst (i guess), descriptions of pretty violent scenes, reader is mad at din and din is mad at reader, mentions of getting people killed, lots of arguments, fluff, teasy flirting, brief mentions of smut (if you squint), no physical descriptions of reader, no use of Y/N (reader is referred to as Lost). (lmk if i missed any).

𝔸/ℕ: STOP RIGHT THERE. this is the third part of a series, so if you havent read them go do it right now! ahem, i took my time with this one, didnt i? hope you enjoy it, i dont like it a lot but i couldnt find the way to make it better, also wanted to give this thing an ending. well, idk if this is the ending for real or if ill make a fourth part (itd be a short drabble anyway), ill tell you more when i know lmao. until then, i hope you enjoy this one <3

𝕡𝕥 𝕚 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣

𝕡𝕥 𝕚𝕚 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤

𝕡𝕥 𝕚𝕚𝕚 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

One week.

That is how long it took him to gather the bravery to go and talk to you again.

Truth be told, he wasn't even going to your place to apologize, or even to really talk to you. He was going back in search of your services. And he knew you would be mad at him, but to be honest, all he wanted at that very moment was to be a Mandalorian again.

"What troubles your thoughts this time, Din Djarin?", the voice of the Armorer resounded in the cave, her head not turned to look at the man, but focused on the hot beskar on her hands.

"I have removed my helmet. Voluntarily", he said bluntly. Only then did the Armorer turn to look at him.

"Again?", she sounded mad. But she just turned back to the piece of beskar, putting it into a bucket of water. "Then you already know, that makes you a Mandalorian no more".

"Yes", Din bent his head down. "I will beg for your forgiveness once more".

"Then, according to the Creed, you may only be redeemed in the Living Waters beneath the mines", she turned to look at him again. Din took a deep breath before nodding at her.

"This is the way", he said before practically running out of the cave and to the Razor Crest.

"This is the way", said the Armorer, more to herself than to the now gone Mandalorian-no-more.

Two days after that, he was back in Nevarro, with Grogu by his side as he stood at your door. He didn't know how to ask you a favor after the last time you saw each other. He did know he didn't have the right to do it after that, but he still hoped you would take care of his kid one last time. After almost dying in the mines and having taken Grogu with him, he didn't trust himself to take the child on a mission like that again.

So he pushed his pride aside and knocked at your door.

It took you every ounce of strength in your body to dry your tears and get up from your couch. You shouted at the door to make whoever was at the other side know that you were coming. And when you finally opened, it only made you want to go back inside and curl up in your couch to keep crying until you had no more tears left in you.

"What do you want?", you said with stern tone, nose crinkled and a deep frown on your eyebrows, all mixed in the most disgusted expression you could give him.

"I need you to take care of him", he looked down at Grogu. You swallowed, suddenly self-conscious of the way you had talked to his father.

"Didn't I say I didn't want to take care of him anymore?", you got on one knee, despite your words, and stroked the little one's head with a soft smile.

"You sure look like you don't", he said sarcastically. You looked up at him with your disgusted expression. "It doesn't matter. I'm going somewhere dangerous and I need him out of it".

"There's no one else?", you got up to look him straight in the eye —or as much in the eye as his helmet let you look into. "For real? Am I the only damned babysitter in all of Nevarro?".

"The only one I trust that is not busy", his hands went to his hips. "Look, I put my pride aside to come ask you this, can you do the same? This is not about me, it's about him and his safety", he pointed to Grogu again. "I don't want him to die in the place I'm going to", he took a deep breath. "So, please".

You looked back down at the kid, who was now lifting and moving his hands in hopes you would take him in your arms. Then you looked back at Din —you guessed he would have a pleading expression right now, though you couldn't see.

"How long will you be gone?".

"Two days, tops... If I make it", he muttered the last part.

You took Grogu in your arms, just like he was seeming to ask, and gave Din a stern look.

"Two days", you looked at the child to make sure he was comfortable in your arms. "Don't wanna have him making more messes than necessary".

"No, sure", he almost chuckled, relieved that you had accepted to take care of his kid. "Thanks", he cleared his throat. "I'll be here to get him as soon as I'm done".

"You. Better. If not, I'll go to whoever in town and leave him with them".

That made Din's heart jump scared. But he knew you wouldn't do that. Not to a kid. Not to Grogu. Or at least he hoped you wouldn't.

"Alright", he nodded and stepped away from your door, leaving you with his adoptive son. "Good luck", he turned around and walked to his ship. You got inside your house and closed the door.

It took you less than one hour to start feeling uneasy. You had heard him well: he was going somewhere dangerous, and would take two days tops if he made it. That couldn't mean anything good. And the worst part was that you were worried.

You sat beside Grogu on your couch. Somehow, you had managed to keep him distracted with a bowl that he had somehow not shattered into pieces yet. You caught the small ceramic mid-air and looked straight into the child's eyes.

"Here we go again", you whispered to yourself, crossing your legs, facing him. "Hey, little fella", you gave him the most sincere smile you could pull off. "Do you happen to, you know, by any casual... know where your dad went?".

Immediately after asking him, you regretted your words. You knew it was pointless. He didn't understand you and you couldn't get to him with words —the night you had spent with him a week before had proved that. But you couldn't give up. Not knowing that Din was risking himself so stupidly —you didn't even know what he was going to do, wherever he was going, but you knew it would probably be some dumb Mandalorian thing.

You tried your best to try and ask Grogu about his father's whereabouts in a nice way. And it took you some time, but you finally managed to make him understand what you were trying to say.

"Your...", you pointed at the kid. "Dad...", you drew a round, helmet-like shape around your head with your hands. "Where?", you pointed out all around yourself, then shrugged. Grogu looked at you and smiled with a squeal. Then he grabbed the insides of his robe and pushed them aside to open it, leaving a metallic piece be seen under it. You immediately recognized the animal engraved on it.

What the hell did you get yourself into, Din?

"You are one amazing kid, little guy", you grabbed Grogu in your hands and took him with you as you grabbed a small bag and ran to town.

It took you a while to figure out how to make Grogu fit on your ship, since it was thought to fit one passenger only —and it was a bit of a mess, to be honest. It made you ask yourself how you were going to make Din fit in there once you got him back. More so, it made you hope that his own ship hadn't gotten damaged. Then maybe you could get on yours and let him and his child go on their own way, and continue to be mad at Din after he was over that stupidity of his.

When you finally got the two of you to fit alright in your ship, you headed to Mandalore.

The entire way you spent it talking to yourself, sometimes looking at Grogu to see if he was listening or minding his own business —also making sure he wasn't making anything float or turning the ship more into a mess than it already was. Most of your talk was just cursing Din and asking yourself why the hell were you doing that, after how he ha treated you.

"Maybe I want an excuse to keep being mad at him. You know, I wouldn't want him to die right when I'm having a thousand thoughts of how he was an idiot to me. Damn, I don't wanna feel bad if he dies when I'm still mad at him! I don't want that thought tormenting me everyday, let's be honest", you looked back at Grogu. "Am I right?", you gave him a forced smile. He just stared at you with his usual expression. You let out a heavy sigh and went back to piloting. "Or maybe I'm just being paranoid. That womp rat couldn't stay in one place, no, he has to go and do something stupid. And of course, it's Lost who has to go save him", another sigh. "Why do I even bother?", you whispered to yourself. "He'll probably give me another one of his Mandalorian crappy faces and walk away without even saying thank you".

You kept going back and forth about it for the entire way. Until you got tired of hearing your own voice and proceeded to just think, also trying to not force Grogu to throw something at your head to make you shut up.

After some hours, you made it to Mandalore. At first sight, it looked like a messed up planet, grey, sad. Then you saw some ships going in and out, and it made you think it wasn't that bad. But then you also remembered how Din had said he was going somewhere dangerous and your thoughts were taking aback.

Focus, Lost, you shook your head.

You tried to keep a low profile as you approached the planet, avoiding areas where you saw many people. You flew low as well to try to stay out of any possible radars. The last thing you needed was to come across some Mandalorians and have them shoot you and keep you from going after Din. All those hours in light speed would not be for nothing.

You noticed your own communications system starting to fail. At first, you tried hitting the computers in hopes it was just static or interference given the stormy atmosphere you had just flown through, but you gave up when they didn't show any signs of having been fixed.

A squeal from the back of the ship made you turn your head in a sudden movement. You saw Grogu's eyes half closed and one of his hands extended out, as if wanting to touch something.

Here we are, you thought.

You drove the ship to the nearest secure area you could find, leaving it behind some huge spiky, glass-like stones. You looked around to make sure no one would see you or the ship in that position. Then you saw what you guessed was Din's ship not too far away from your spot. A heavy sigh left your mouth.

You looked back at Grogu, who was now looking at you with curiosity. He let out a squeal and shook his head. You sighed again.

"I know, little one", you looked around once more. "Doesn't look great, does it?", you said more to yourself than to him. "But you know this place, right? You've been here before?".

Grogu nodded, his face now showing worry. You took him in your arms and wrapped a blanket around both yours and his body to secure him against your torso. After making sure he wouldn't fall, you got out of the ship.

The child showed you to the entrance to a cave. You looked back at your ship and Din's one last time before walking inside.

You were left speechless at the sight of a city below you. Grogu didn't take long to put you out of your astonishment and point down to a dark abyss. You felt the energy immediately leave your body as you saw there was no way you could go down without bruising your hands. So, you went back to the ship, grabbed some knives and a rope and went back into the cave, not entirely ready to go all that way down.

You were tempted to lay down —despite the water beneath your feet— to take a break and tend to the cuts in your hands, but the strength Grogu was gripping your shirt with made your heart thump in fear. 

You had taken him with you to a place that couldn't be good, and you were going to make sure he was making it home safe.

You kept walking in the direction the kid pointed to. The unsteadiness went back to your body when you looked down and saw pieces of droids and fallen ships on the ground. You grasped your knifes and unsecured your blaster.

Soon enough, you heard metallic noises and groans in the distance. You squeezed Grogu against your chest and started running towards the fuss.

A shot came out of your blaster as soon as you saw Din fighting a group of beings you had never seen before. Each of them four, green-eyed things were looking straight at you, and there were more than you were able to count when all of them came running in your direction.  Another shot prevented a couple of them to strike you down as you tried to fight against what were left of them with your hand that wasn't grabbing Grogu.

"Are you out of your mind?", Din shouted, shooting his blaster towards another four-eyed thing. "Why did you bring him?".

"Could you shut up for a moment?", you yelled back as your knife pierced through the throat of one of them beings about to streak a hit to Din's head. "I'm trying not to get him killed!".

"You couldn't have thought about that before bringing him here?".

The conversation was interrupted by a loud clang, followed by a robot-like huge spider. You had no time to react as one of the smaller beings came at you before the bigger one's leg pierced through it and pinned it to the floor. Almost immediately, you grabbed Din's arm and ran away, your other hand keeping Grogu safe in his blanket.

"Hold on tight".

With no warning, Din grabbed you by the waist and pulled you flush against his body, then his jetpack shot the three of you up and back to the entrance to the cave. Then, you did lay down to take a break. Din sat next to you, not before taking Greg from the blanket you had put him in. He took a second to check on his kid, who smiled and squealed at him. Then, he spoke again.

"You shouldn't have come".

His words made you huff with sarcasm.

"And let you die down there? Because that's what it looks like you were doing, honestly", you sat upright. "And he was the only one who knew where you had gone, so...", you gave him an ironic smile. "You're welcome, and all".

"Thanks to you, I didn't get to where I was going".

You turned to see him with a deep frown.

"Does it even matter? You really wanna go back down there?", you let out an exasperated sigh. "You almost got killed, Din", you got up. "Does your Mandalorian dignity mean more to you than your son?".

He didn't say a word. He knew you were right. But he wouldn't leave the mines having almost lost his life without what he had gone there to get.

"Thank you for helping me, I'll take care from here", he turned around, ready to go back down.

"Wait, you're seriously doing it? Didn't you hear a word of what I just said?", you stepped in front of him. "I just came here to help you not get killed. I came with your child, who almost gets killed! And I told you your Mandalorian bullshit can't be more important than him, and you're still going back? With him?".

"This is my business", he replied with a stern voice. "I appreciate you came to help me, but I'm here for a reason and I'm not leaving—".

"Yes, you are", you crossed your arms. Your heart was pounding, and your patience was running out. "I'm not letting you go back down there. Or at least not without knowing what are you so determined to get yourself and your child killed for".

Din let out a heavy sigh, almost as if meaning to say how come you couldn't understand something as simple as the situation he was going through.

"I removed my helmet", was the only thing that came out of his mouth. "A Mandalorian never removes their helmet".

"Seriously?", you turned around for a second, laughing in disbelief. "As if kicking me out of your house after a whole day together wasn't enough, you're disappointed in yourself for failing to be Mandalorian enough!", you turned back to look at him. This time, though, instead of a smile you had an exasperated frown on your face. "And it was worth your own life?".

"I've been a Mandalorian my entire life. It's the only thing that keeps me going".

"What?", your frown deepened. "Are you talking seriously?", another huff left your lips. "I can't believe you came all the way to this planet, all the way down that death path, willing to leave your own son by himself with the excuse of being a good Mandalorian again because it's the only thing you have", you said the last part trying to mimic Din's voice. "There is absolutely no way you're so damn selfish and stupid to let yourself be blinded by what, the fact that someone else saw your face? And you forget about him completely?", you sighed. "You know what, I'm done trying to understand you", you walked towards him and leaned down to scratch Grogu's head. "Sorry I dragged you here, little fella", you smiled at him. "Hope I'll see you again sometime. Good luck out there".

And like that, you walked away from them and back to your ship. You did hope to see Grogu again sometime, though not his father.

You really hoped you would never have to deal with his Mandalorian bullshit ever again.

"No! Don't touch that!".

You ran towards one of three little twi'lek babies in your hut, who was about to put a knife inside his belly button. Right before he did, you reached the knife and slapped it away, picking te kid in your arms along with the one you were already carrying.

A knock at your door made your heart skip a bit at the suddenness of it. You turned around, only to see the third baby somehow opening the door, her tiny hands holding onto the knob. You ran towards her and picked her up into your arms as well. You didn't get to turn back around before you saw the man standing at the other side of the door.

"Ugh, not you!", you shouted at Din. One of the small twi'leks got away from your grasp and crawled back to where he was before, probably to search for the knife again. "Do you want something?", you tried to make yourself be heard over the noise of the little baby girl crying in your arms.

"Err, I can wait", he said, then leaned against the doorframe. "Uhh, should I help?", he asked at the sight of you running to one of the children, the girl escaping from your arms as well.

"Is that a serious question?", you ran towards her. Din sighed and closed the door before joining you.

He helped you deal with the kids way better than you were doing on your own. You could see all the time of practice he'd had with Grogu be put to good use. It was almost as if he was effortlessly making them laugh and calming them down whenever you had too much of a problem. Every time he did, you looked at him with a mix of anger and admiration. Not even a cycle had gone by and it had been enough to make you forget how much you despised him.

Almost by nighttime, the three twi'lek babies were asleep and picked up by their parents. You and Din were left alone, exhausted, sitting on your couch. You didn't even have the energy to tell him to screw off until you had closed your eyes for a couple minutes. Then, you spoke to him.

"Where's Grogu?", you opened your eyes and tried not to look at him.

"I left him with a friend of mine, on another planet".

You immediately turned your head to look at him.

"What?!", you almost screamed. Din chuckled at your reaction.

"Don't be mad, we've been traveling for a long time and it was on my way here, so...", he shrugged. "I had to come talk to you alone".

You sat up straight, your arms crossed on your chest. You scanned him up and down for a moment before leaning against the backrest.

"Alright. Talk", you tried to keep a straight face. Din cleared his throat.

"I didn't go to the Living Waters", was the only thing he said.

"Uh, sorry, the what?".

"It's where... Well, the place I was going when I went to Mandalore", he swallowed. "It's where us Mandalorians go for redemption when we take our helmets off. Voluntarily", he sighed, then took a deep breath. "I didn't go, after you left".

Your mouth opened in a reflex action, but you stopped to think for a moment and process his words.

"You didn't?", was the only thing you managed to say.

"I didn't", he huffed, almost with a smile. "I was tempted but I didn't go".

"Why?".

"Well... You were right", he cleared his throat. "I thought about what you said, and I realized that you were right. I was... actually embarrassed that I was willing to leave Grogu alone just to earn back the right to call myself a Mandalorian", he let out a heavy sigh. You could almost feel how uncomfortable he felt telling you about his feelings, his mistakes. "And it is pretty stupid, because I wasn't doing it to be able to proudly call myself a Mandalorian. I was doing it more to... free myself. From my feelings".

And just like that, it was as if the Din who had left Grogu with you for the first time had returned. His humor, his kindness, was back all of a sudden. Realization made you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"You were also right about that, I guess", he continued. "I let myself be blinded by how I felt about someone else seeing my face. Well... About you seeing my face", he looked away. "It's kind of difficult to say this—".

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there before you say something you might regret", you got up.

"No, I'm here right because of that", he grabbed your hands. "Please. I will not regret it".

You looked at him for a second. Though you couldn't see his face, you could picture his puppy brown eyes staring into your soul pleadingly. An involuntary sigh left your mouth and you sat back down with him, your expression showing your slight dissatisfaction. Still, he kept going.

"The night we...", he cleared his throat, not wanting to say it out loud. "I didn't feel good with myself. I mean, Mandalorians are supposed to never show their faces, and I showed you mine the night after the day we met. And I blamed it on the alcohol, but then you left and I had more time to think", another distorted sigh came from his direction. "At first I didn't want to admit it, I just wanted to act as if it hadn't happened. Then I remembered I had to go back to Mandalore to atone, but I didn't want to do it. It felt as if it was something I was just obligated to do, not something I wanted", he let out an exasperated chuckle. "Then you came looking for me with Grogu. And I saw things clearly", he grabbed your hands again. "I don't want my feelings to be a weakness. Hells, they're not! I mean, they do make me weak for you, but—".

"Shut up, will you?", you stared into his eyes —well, his visor. "I just have one question for you".

He stayed still for a moment. As he saw you didn't elaborate, he nodded, as if giving you permission to proceed with the question.

"Is there any rule or whatsoever in the Mandalorian sacred books that establishes that having feelings for a fellow makes you weak?", you tried to hold back your smile. Din couldn't hold back his laugh.

"No, there's not. That was my paranoid reaction to feeling something for my fellow over here", the way he put it in words made you laugh as well.

"You're so stupid", you chuckled.

"You know, going to Mandalore with Grogu and putting you both in danger like that was something stupid".

"Oh, you wanna fight about who's been more stupid?", you crossed your arms. "I suggest you don't challenge me, I've got a long list".

"Fine, I'll stop".

You kept laughing for a while longer. Then, you both sat upright on the couch, looking at particularly nothing in front of you. You stayed in silence. It was not an uncomfortable silence, so you let it go on for a couple minutes, until you finally thought of something to say.

"So", you turned to look at him. "What are you gonna do with that thing of being a Mandalorian again? I mean, I don't exactly know how that goes, but...".

"I guess I'll have to figure something out to trick the Armorer", he chuckled. You didn't know what he was talking about, but you giggled back anyways. "Let's see how long this lasts", he took your hand. The sudden approach made both you and him blush, and you wished you had a helmet on like him to hide the way the heat was taking over your face.

"This is a thing?", you said as calmly as possible, your eyes fixated on your entangled hands.

"I mean, if you want it to be...", Din's voice was almost as hesitant as yours.

You moved your hand away from his. Then you grabbed his helmet. His first reaction was to reach up and stop you, but he stopped himself instead. You took it as a sign to keep going, and you removed his helmet.

Just like you had imagined, he was looking at you with his brown puppy eyes, his expression still a bit hesitant. His stubble and moustache were a bit longer than the last time you had seen them, but not enough as to cover his upper lip completely. His hair was also longer, and disheveled, making a fluffy helmet of its own. It made you smile.

You reached up to touch his face, like the first time you had seen him with no helmet on. As soon as your skin graced his, he closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. Your smile grew wider. Then, you approached. He blushed, now unable to hide it behind an armor, and closed his eyes, his lips half-opened. Though, you stopped right before you got to kiss him.

"You are one stupid womp rat", you whispered. His eyes suddenly were wide open and staring right into yours. The blush on his face got darker.

"I thought we had stopped talking about that", the way his expression barely changed while speaking made you laugh. You slid your other hand to cup his face, then left a quick peck on his lips.

"We had", you gave him a sly smirk. "But I'm still mad at you".

Din let out a breathless chuckle.

"What can I do to make it up to you?", he stroked your shoulder all the way up your arm to your wrist, then entwined his fingers with yours. You both let out a sigh.

"Well, first of all, you're gonna have to help me with kids around here if you wanna be able to step into my home ever again", you grabbed his jaw. "As for that other thing... I can think of a couple ways you can make it up to me", another smirk appeared on your lips as you looked down at his.

Without wasting any more time, you pulled him closer and gave him the most passionate kiss you could pull off, and that you had ever given to anyone. Din answered with just as much desperation —not a heated desperation, but needing to show you his feelings, how much he regretted having pushed you away the way he had, how much he was willing to give so that you would forgive him, how much he wanted his feelings to not be a weakness. Having thought of that was something stupid of him, indeed.

But not as stupid as you made him feel that night, making such loud noises as you touched him in all the right places in just the right time.

[xcvlil]

Not yet. Choso x reader Angst

i hope all my little choso lovers love this!!!

TW: Angst, a little bit of gore, death implied, just sadness…i apologize (not really)

muahahhagaga

You stood in the empty train station of Shibuya, holding your side tightly. You ability wasn’t working in time to help patch up the little bit of skin that was holding your insides. You kept thinking, Was this what death felt like?

Infront of you stood a tall pale man, he had a neutral look on his face as he stared at you with no remorse. You couldn’t hold in your need to fall any longer so you collapsed to the ground. Thats when you heard a voice.

“You sorcerers just dont give up do you…”.

You connected the voice to the man who was standing infront of you. As he slowly inched forward you smiled a bit at his comment. “I guess not huh..” You said, ending the sentence in a chuckle. You kept having these flashes of memories. Like your life was flashing before your eyes. You didn’t want to die yet.

“Tell me. Whats your name?” The man asked, crouching down in front of you. His presence felt like he himself was hurt, but he had no opened wounds as far as you could tell.

“F/n L/n…” You said weakly. You didn’t even have the strength to look up at the man infront of you. You didn’t even know all the features of his face. All you knew was, You didn’t want to die yet.

The man lifted your chin, staring at your hurt features. He then pushed your head aside and sighed. ”You aren’t the woman im looking for..” He said, sounding awfully disappointed.

You couldn’t pull out the strength to ask him who he was looking for, but he was leaving. Fear began to build up inside you and your breathing became quick. You didn’t want him to leave. You didn’t want to die yet.

Before you knew it you spatted out, “Wait…Please don’t go…”. The man turned around and raised an eyebrow. He was confused.

“Why shouldn’t i.”

“Because…I dont want to die alone…” You said with a trembling voice. You felt embarrassed and unsure of yourself. Why were you asking a curse to stay by your side. Was it because you were that in need of comfort and company?

Either way, when you looked over the man was sitting next to you. You were in shock, either from the blood loss or from the fact that a curse listened to you.

You felt a painful sensation. A sensation of loss and hurt. You couldn’t tell where it was coming from. You narrowed it down to the man beside you. “You lost someone special to you didn’t you.” You asked the boy, gently looking up.

The man was taken aback by your comment, but yet he still replied “Yes. I lost my brothers.” He said softly. If you judged based off his expressions, you would probably think he didn’t care. But you could feel his emotions. The anger. The sorrow. The need for revenge.

You gave him a gentle pat on the back, “Im sorry for your loss.” You said, you felt remorse for the man.

“Why are you being nice to me, im a curse, what makes you think i need your pity?” He blurted out. The question caught you so off guard that you stumbled from your knees onto your bottom. Why were you treating him nicely? Was it the fact that he could end your life at any moment? No it wasn’t that… It was…

“You don’t seem like a curse… Curses don’t feel sorrow and sadness and empathy.” You said softly. The man slowly looked over at you with a mixture of joy and confusion. He seemed happy to not be called a curse but why was he believing you.

“Oh…” He said quietly. You began to lean backwards a little, your body was slowly giving up on you. He leaned over and helped you slowly lay down.

“I’m not ready to die yet…” you said softly, catching the mans attention.

“Then don’t.” He said sternly.

“I am human, i have bo control on whether its my time or not..”

He seemed bewildered by this new realization. All the other sorcerers could heal themselves…or thats what he thought.

“L/n…Why did you want to become a sorcerer if you didn’t want to die…”

“To help those who couldn’t help themselves..” You said with a slow breath. Your chest was rising and falling heavily. You reached out for the mans hand and he allowed you to take it.

“Thank you…For being here… Stranger..” Your body was fading away. A tear fell from your eye as you felt yourself slipping into the darkness.

“Choso…My name is Choso..”

“Well then choso…I’ll tell your brothers you love them…” you managed to spit out that last sentence before completely going lino and slipping away.

You didn’t want to die yet, but you needed to.

[sabine-smitten-obviously]

And YOU will feel healed of the last 15

... when you read this fic. That is, as long as you suffered from an abandonement wound like i did.

Ello lovelies, i have another wonderful fanfic-rec for you! 🤓

But you are an ocean by @ineffably-good

Coverart by @ineffableclassics

What it is about:

After Aziraphale's defection, Crowley tries to figure out how to live life for himself.

Notes:

Ok so, the end of season two broke me. Figured I was maybe done writing stories about these two after that. And yet, several hours later, a sentence appeared in my head, and then this happened. Guessing at chapter totals… I'm finding I like the idea of Crowley going off in a different direction than what I'd initially expect. Not just raging, not sleeping for a century, but actually trying to move on. And why the hell shouldn't he just move to the South Downs by himself? So here we are.

What i like about it:

🩷This fic doesn´t jump in on pushing the story - their story - forward. Instead it goes a totally different path. A quite big part of it is dedicated to Crowley mending the pieces of his broken heart. It´s endearing, it´s breathtaking and it will have you cry. Not only for Crowley but for every single person who ever had to endure heartbreak.

🩷Fun fact no.1: in real life I am a relationship-coach specialised in toxic relationships and heartbreak. And the way Crowley´s heartbreak is described couldn´t be any more accurate. Every thought, every pain, every action he takes, the strength it costs him, the weight of it all - its written absolutely to the point. I could have copied several pages for the "most beloved quote".

🩷So Crowley tries to build a life for himself. Not just living without the angel and rotting in a pit, but really trying to carve out a nice little existence for himself. He is doing his work, he is healing and you can follow along with him, as he learns to build at least new "friendships" - though he would never call it that himself, thanks a lot.

🩷This healing-journey takes quite some time and somewhere in the middle of it i started to think - he could do it. He COULD heal his hurt, mourn the loss and still somehow at least live a life on his own. Maybe feeling the missing part of himself for the rest of his existence, but not being miserable about it the whole time. And that is a thought - a wish - i would have for my dark angel.

I could see him living that life and at one point i almost thought - i would love to see how that would´ve played out for him. A life without Aziraphale. What connections would Crowley have made? How would he have coped with the loss of those humanly connections lifespan after lifespan? Would he have relocated each century? Would he have moved to Australia and learned surfing at one time? Would he have become a timelord and travelled - i mean seriously, Crowley could do that probably?

But you, my dear, are an ocean.

And oceans are ancient

And can survive everything,

Even the wrath of weather and planets.

-- Nikita Gill

SPOILERS AHEAD - if you don´t want to know the plot, stop reading here.

Stop reading if you dont want spoilers!

Ok - you´ve been warned! Here we go: 🤗

🩷Fun fact no.2: I actually downloaded this fic some time ago but had another fic in mind i wanted to start next. So after i finished the last one (also really brilliant, i wrote a rec on it too), i started my e-reader the next day, THIS fic was already open instead on page 1. Huh?

I have absolutely no idea how this is possible, but i DO believe in hints-of-the-universe. Or little demonic miracles on their own. Because i needed this fic.

🩷Because of course - this is a Good Omens fanfic and eventually the other angel arrives. And without giving away to much: Aziraphale has to fight for Crowley. A long long time. He has to be steadfast and consistent and earn the trust of his has-been-companion-for-millenia. Nothing is a given any more.

And i am NOT saying that this is what Aziraphale needs to do or that he was wrong in any way. (The fic doesnt say that either by the way.) But what cracked ME personally about the last 15 was my own abandonement-wound which got triggered massively. I felt retraumatised even.

So reading and feeling that Crowley does not jump on the next best possibility to be back with the angel was a big thing. Having the Angel slowly earning his trust and simply showing up again and again - I needed that. I needed Crowley to take his time, not be the sick lovefool he is often proclaimed to be. For him to have doubts, to feel conflicted, to feel love and the need to self-preserve at the same time.

All these ambiguities we all have. And to take the steps with him. Watch the turning point, when the fear of losing Aziraphale again becomes less and less and the fear of wasting time gets stronger. Taking one step at a time, sometimes even backwards. All those things, typical for a healing process, which is never straight forward but most of the time a rollercoaster instead. I loved this. I needed this. I could sit back, breathe and watch my own heart grow. Just. Wow.

Most beloved quote:

So if you feel like maybe you need a fic in which Aziraphale really shows up and cares while Crowley really takes his time to learn to trust again... And not because one of them has been an idiot, but to experience them both learning and growing together ... and that might be something for your own healing journey, this might be just THE fic for you. I absolutely loved it and so will you.

Reading is therapy! 🤗