#i will now give you the greatest honor you can have around here

[mayaree-darling]

mastermind

from aree: The Harbinger Trailer has consumed me yall are getting a brainrot. (I made this when the trailer first came out and have never posted it so here it is).

tw for yandere content

Yandere!Harbingers with a "darling" who is the right hand of the Tsaritsa herself. Not a Harbinger, but nonetheless important because they're the main strategist of the Fatui. I can just imagine the pain for the Harbingers because although darling is within arms reach, they're not allowed to make a move lest they anger their ruler.

Childe who first sees you akin to a younger sibling amongst the Fatui - you're no underling, on par with a Harbinger in importance if not more, protected almost as much as the Archon Herself - it would be hard not to be protective of you. And yet as you fix his wounds after another fight he started, telling him off in place of Her Majesty, giving him tips on how he could've fought better in whispers in between, his growing need for your attention consumes him. When he kisses your cheek (as thanks, he says) in front of the other Harbingers he's already looking forward to you treating the injuries they're sure to beat into him.

Scaramouche who grins when the Harbingers bristle as you walk side by side in the halls of Zapolyarny Palace - he says you should consider it an honor to walk with him, and it inflates his ego when you reply with a small nod and a smaller smile. Behind the others' backs, he follows you like a lost child, always walking behind you, gripping on to the back of your clothes like you might slip away if he's not careful. He's obsessed with the way you look at him and ask him questions about his creation. He fails to see that the adoration you hold for him is as hollow as he is.

Signora wonders if you know when she is at her lowest, that would certainly explain things, wouldn't it? She thinks she has lost her mind when she sees glimpses of her lost love when turning corners too quickly, haunting her when she lets her guard down but then you're in front of her, greeting her with a soft smile that feels all too familiar and she realizes she has gone mad in other ways (she welcomes that newfound madness like the lover that it is, finally coming home).

Pantalone who believes that one of life's greatest pleasures is to own what others cannot - to collect the rare, the exquisite and the hard to obtain - and to have you, a person of great mind and ranking, be dangled right infront of him on a piece of gold thread held by the Tsaritsa, who was he to resist the urge to make you his? (after all, he deserves only the best) The longer he does not have you, the more your worth rises in his eyes.

Dottore who initially wants to pick apart your brain (quite literally) but his interest shifts and doubles when he reaches an epiphany that what he truly lacked from the Akademiya was someone who shared his intellect, a genius to match his own. Maybe you don't share his affinity for biology, but he loves the way your conversations keeps him on his toes (if you weren't a being close to perfection for him before, then you certainly are now.)

Arlecchino who watches as you care for the children in the orphanage, checking in on them even long after they've joined the ranks of the Fatui and compares it to the frigid ways of the other Harbingers. For the first time since being a part of this cold nation, she is envious of the warmth you give (why must you have so much love to share?) She thinks that should the day come she turns her back on this frigid country, she would surely take your hearth with her.

Marionette who finds herself being drawn to the way you move around a room and hold yourself up in front of people, marveling at the intricacies of each part of your body and the way they make up the being that is you (you could trip and fall and she'd still sigh in awe). Her fascination turns you from muse to future subject. Surely such a specimen must be preserved, right? Not to mention, there would be no greater honor than to turn the Tsaritsa's best into a perfect unchanging doll.

Damselette who usually goes quiet when you're in the same room as her, always eager to hear you talk, almost hissing when a Harbinger tries to speak over you. She finds your voice is the one in her head who speaks reason to her when she gets a bit out of control (Does she listen? No, but your voice is always ever so lovely). Wouldn't it be so nice if you're the lone voice she hears always, the same way you're already always in her thoughts?

Capitano who is thankful his mask covers the fond look he gets when you turn to him - not with fear like the lower ranking Fatui or haughty like the Harbingers - but as an equal, leveling him with a gaze that leaves him fooling himself that it means something more. He's less thankful for his mask when someone calls your attention away from him and he can't control the glare he sends their way (maybe if they saw the way he looked at them, they'd finally be put in their place).

Pulcinella is quick to put you in a pedestal - you are someone to be respected and someone to be kept at a distance. And yet as he watches the Harbingers fall deeper and deeper into obsession, he takes it upon himself to protect the Tsaritsa's favorite and the Fatui's brain from whatever his co workers are plotting. As he spends more time with you (making sure the others do not occupy all of your time), the pedestal he keeps you on crumbles until all he sees is another child to keep under his wing. He fails to see he has only fallen into a different hole as the rest.

Strategist!Darling who may pretend to be oblivious to the Harbingers' feelings but is actually letting it all happen to make sure they all stay under the Tsaritsa's rule one way to another.

Does Pierro know what you're doing? Maybe. It's not like he is blind to how the Harbingers act around you, subtle as they try to be. If you spend enough time with him, you might be able to tell that he enjoys watching you play the part of a fool, dancing around the others and making them dance for you, too. He might even step in once he thinks the other Harbingers are stepping out of line, but it all depends on what he gets out of sticking into your business.

I also like the dynamic where although the Harbingers cannot make a move to claim what is "their's", darling is just as trapped. Although they always sometimes want to leave, they know as much as anyone that the Tsaritsa is the only thing standing between them and the others. The moment they try to leave the Tsaritsa's side or they lose her favor, it's all fair game for the Harbingers.

Everyone is stuck in a stalemate until someone makes a misstep.

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Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and belong to their respective creators. Their portrayal is merely my own interpretation of them and may not be accurate to their intended characterization. I stake no claim to the original works, only to the ideas and plot of the fictitious stories I’ve written them into.

[munsonsreputation]

yours

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: [2.9K]

warnings: warnings: no use of y/n, established-ish relationship, eddie feeling like he's not good enough, mentions of financial difficulties, overall fluff goodness!!! loosely based off "i wanna be yours" by the arctic monkeys

summary: eddie's down bad for you and all he wants to be is yours — you thought he already was.

It should feel pathetic, the way Eddie dropped everything in a heartbeat and came dashing to you the moment you called out his name, but to him it was the greatest honor for your mouth to even utter his name — he’d simply come crawling if you’d ask.

“Eds,” nickname made him go weaker for you.

Your voice was a small whisper and your hand grazed shakily upon his forearm, giving it a tender squeeze as you leaned in closer just enough for your breath the dance over his earlobe. His opposite hand didn’t falter, binding around to rest on the small of your back staying there to keep you steady in the cramped position.

“S’the matter, sweets?” He murmured loud enough for you to hear over the music of the party, brows pinching together, watching you intently.

He felt you pinch his skin again, your thumb and forefinger rubbing over the area apologetically, as you met his eyes, “C-could you come with me outside? Just need some fresh air and I don’t want to go alone.” Your voice was almost saturated with regret for feeling like such a hassle.

But Eddie didn’t want you to go alone, anyway.

It was a friend of a friend’s house party on the other side of town with plenty of people that you and him didn’t necessarily know too well. Honestly, you didn’t even have to ask. You could’ve just walked right up and grabbed him by the hand and dragged him out the front door and he wouldn’t have asked any questions.

But the way you ask him as if he’d ever say no made his heart melt because clearly you didn’t quite know how head over heels he was for you already.

There wasn’t much to it after that. Eddie simply gave your back a small pat and begun to stand up from his seat, letting his arm wrap across your shoulders as he maneuvered the both of you through the sea of bodies.

“Thanks.” You smiled tenderly up at him through the walk, encasing your hands around his biceps and following his lead out the front door that was propped wide open.

Eddie knew you like the back of your hand, the way your senses tended to get overstimulated when the music was too loud, chatter was too chattery, and the footsteps too heavy — he knew all of those things and he never minded that he was painstakingly aware because he wanted to be when it came to you.

These days, your comfort meant more to him than anything in the world. Tonight, it was an overload, and he wanted to curse himself for not noticing sooner.

It didn’t happen all the time, but occasionally you just needed a minute away, far away where those things couldn’t be heard at all. You didn’t even have to ask him to walk with you a few blocks down in the neighborhood to get away from hearing the thump of the party. He just continued on, letting you cling to him as he gave your shoulders a squeeze every so often to silently ask you if it was all better now.

It was always better when it was just you and Eddie.

“Sorry, it was just so loud.” You exhaled shakily, untying your arms from his muscles and instead hugging yourself to his torso, breathing him in — letting him fill your senses.

He found it heartening that you gravitated to him like that no matter where you were. Eddie was like your giant portable teddy bear, always near and ready for you to jump into his arms. His chin rested on the top of your head, draping his arms over your back and pulling you closer — the closest he can get you to keep you here and warm.

“S’okay, you don’t have to apologize, baby.” His voice was soothing and ironing out any worries that lingered.

“But you were talking to Rick then I—”

You could feel his head rock against you, a puff of air exiting his mouth with a deep breath. “You didn’t do anything. Just stupid talk anyway. You know I’d drop anything for you.”

The emphasis on ‘you’ was endearing because you felt the exact same way for Eddie. The urgency to be at his side whenever he needed you and even when he didn’t say it, you can feel it in your bones, because in soul you just knew.

“I know.” You said, dragging your face away from his chest to beam up at him, tiptoeing to press a kiss under his jaw before setting back into him.

He could still feel your lips on his skin, a sort of electrifying touch that should have had him running because it had to be too good to be true, yet all he wanted was more but only if it was you. Whether it was here on a shadowy sidewalk or maybe at the Hideout after one of his shows, and the end of the night and the start of the day, it could only be you and him.

All he ever wanted now was it for you both to be where you belonged — always in each other’s arms.

“Wanna go home?” He crooned, sliding a delicate hand through the ends of your hair careful not to let his rings catch.

You pressed another kiss this time to the center of his clothed chest, gawking up at him. “Do you?” You sought putting himself first instead of your own — good thing Eddie could read you like a book.

He grinned, cheeks tugging his knowing smiling impossibly wider. “Yeah, I do.”

He led you to his van, shrugging off his leather jacket and dressing it over your body as you settled into the passenger seat. You often got cold on late night drives and felt bad for asking to turn down the air conditioning so in order to comprise, though he never minded, whatever jacket he was sporting always ended up acting as a blanket until you got home and he could he yours.

“Feeling warmer?” Eddie chuckled, darting quickly from the road to your body that was curled up in the seat.

You nodded with a hum, bringing the sleeve of his jacket away from your face. “Better, but I really wanna take a hot shower when we get home.”

He let out a sound of agreement, reaching over for the air conditioning vents closer to you and flipping them up so less of the cold air was directed in your direction. It was a pure act, one that you picked up all the time even when you promised you were okay — part of you liked to think he had spidey-senses and could feel the shivers you tried to hide from him.

He could feel everything without you saying a word, a kind of connection you never thought was possible in this lifetime.

“Gonna do an everything shower tonight?” He asked with a glint of humor in his voice.

He was familiar with your ‘everything’ showers: full body exfoliations, deep conditioning, hair masks, the whole shebang. Eddie was more than happy to sit outside the shower, keeping you company for the next hour that used up all the hot water.

Truth be told, he subjected to everything showers at least once a month — when he was all burnt out from work and just wanted to relax, you’d fill the bath up with epsom salts, sit on the ledge of the tub as you shampooed his hair, and the both of you would talk until the water turned cold.

You giggled, shaking your head tiredly at him. “Not today. I’m too tired. We can shower together if you want? I like it better when you wash my hair.”

Who was he to turn that down?

“My pleasure, doll.”

Home was Eddie’s and his uncle Wayne’s shared trailer — it was your favorite place to be, despite what Eddie thought of the quaint space. It had an even smaller bathroom, but you didn’t care, pleased that it gave you the excuse to be closer to him in the most intimate way.

He always let you stand directly in the stream, letting the hot water cascade over your naked body while he received the backsplash of the droplets against his cool skin. His fingers worked through your scalp, the chunky rings shed for the time being, allowing him to be more firm in his movements, getting your scalp nice and clean.

You were humming a song, and he wasn’t sure which one, your voice too quiet for him to hear over the water and the suds from the shampoo. He thought it was something from the new Madonna album he picked up for you on cassette, and he was sure it would only be a few more days before he learned all the lyrics and got them stuck in his head.

When lather foamed up on your head like a heap of bubbles and that’s when he knew he’s done enough washing, nudging your shoulder with a kiss of his lips as he was mumbling against your skin.

“Turn around and let me rinse it out, sweets.”

You nodded, twirling on your heels as his hands instinctively grabbed at your shoulders making sure you didn’t slip and fall. You shut your eyes tightly, letting the water flow over the back of your head, his fingers once again combing through the ends gently, doing his best to not let the soapy water travel down your face.

He took his time even though he clearly didn’t see the suds running any more. He just wanted to admire your pretty face with your eyes closed because that meant you didn’t try dodging away from his gaze.

He noted how you felt the suds wash away, face then relaxing and the pinching of your eyes eased and a tired smile took over like you were seconds away from dreaming.

Yet he knew he couldn’t let you sleep like that, bringing you back with a gentle kiss upon your lips until you finally switched places, letting him be under the showerhead.

“You’re running out of shampoo.” You pouted, reaching down to grab at his bottle and squeeze a dollop into your palm.

He shrugged, keeping his arms around your waistline as your hands wandered up and began raking the product through his hair. Your nails were a bit longer than his, scratching at his scalp just enough that it didn’t hurt, but tickled in a pleasing way.

“I’ll pick some up tomorrow. Do we need more conditioner too?” He proposed already peeking one of his eyes open to stare at the nearly empty bottle.

You thought he didn’t know, but Eddie knew you hated when he spent money on you, even if it was a shared thing like conditioner or shampoo. He did a lot for his home, helping his uncle with rent with whatever tips he made from his share tips at the Hideout and when times were rough, pawning things just for the extra cash.

You wanted him to save some for himself, something he could call his own instead of giving it to you when you didn’t need it.

But things were starting to get a lot better with Eddie picking up a job at the General Store after Joyce became manager and was able to hire him as a cashier. He’d spoil you to cool thrifted jewelry and take you out on dates at Benny’s where he’d let you pick whatever you wanted and promised that you two wouldn’t have to share a single meal or a single drink.

In a lot of ways, Eddie’s love language was gift giving even if it was small acts. In all honestly, if Eddie could pluck every single star from the galaxy and give it to you in a bouquet sprinkled with flowers and love letters he would.

He’d give you the whole world if he could.

But even then, you’d probably tell him how he didn’t have to do all of that because all you ever needed was him. Same thing went for that silly bottle of conditioner that he knew you’d fill up with water and let last another two weeks before he’d pick a new one up without asking you.

Your fingers falter against his scalp before you shake your head, “No, we’re fine. It should last us until next week or so.”

He called it.

“Hmm, sure,” He grunted, wiggling his shoulders, “You said you wanted to try that new brand right? The lavender and mint scent?” He urged, not trying to tease, but it came out that way with the smile he still wore.

“Stop it.” You bite down on your lip, trying to hold back your guffaw as you motioned for him to turn around so you could rinse out the product.

You knew it no use trying to change his mind… if you were lucky, you’d say by the time he got home from work tomorrow he’d walk in with a bag of groceries and a new bottle of conditioner and shampoo in one of them.

And the both of you would probably end up here again… showering each other with love and suds of a new scent that will become your new favorite — he would definitely remember until you decided it was time for something new.

The two of you spent the rest of the shower with delicate hands roaming across bare skin, quietly conversating about any and everything under the warm water that was slowly running cold. When the water finally shut off, you both patted your bodies dry and standing in front of the mirror where Eddie watched you complete your skin care routine before helping him with his own.

You ended up dressed his oversized t-shirt and a clean pair of boxers as he settled for sweatpants that hung low on his hips. If you weren’t so tired, you’d jump his bones and get dirty all over again, but for the sake of your energy, you could wait it out till morning, happy to know you got to jump his bones in another way that was just as good.

His room was pitch black, cascaded with the pale moonlight that peeked past the curtains with the slight breeze coming from the ceiling fan whirling above you. His blanket was pulled up to your collarbones, keeping you warm alongside himself who acted as your portable heater. One of your legs rucked over his hips as the other rested against his thigh.

Eddie could feel your breathing against his chest, cheek nuzzled up right under his head that thumped for you… always for you.

All of his being, every inch and ounce of him was committed to you but he despised himself for not knowing if that was what you wanted. There was never a talk or conversation about what the two of you were.

It just so happened that it happened.

He gulped, thumb caressing your shoulder in random patterns as he looked down at you. “Baby?” he called out, checking to see if you were still awake before you hummed against him, “What am I to you?”

“Huh?” You moaned out, brows furrowing with your eyes still closed, caught between being awake and drifting off to sleep.

“Y’know, like…this. Us.” Eddie shifted a bit, just enough to be able to move your damp hair away from your face, “What am I to you?”

You didn’t give it much thought. The only thing in your head was the four letter word echoing because even in the dead of night on the brink of slumber, Eddie was always going to be the one for you.

“Mine.” You said, voice stronger than before, as you fought your eyes open and looked up at him past the darkness.

“Y-yeah?”

His voice seemed to betray his smile, like he still couldn’t fathom you could see him in that light. The kind that didn’t glare off his flaws or the things that he was afraid of… you didn’t make him feel less than for having fears or not being the perfect person.

To you it only made him more human, the one that you wanted to spend forever with.

“You’ve always been mine, Eds.” You murmured, moving yourself up on your elbows just enough to look down at him.

Your palm came down to where your head had laid, pressing against his heart and letting him know you were right there with him all along.

“What do you want to be to me?” You whispered, keeping your eyes on his, swimming in them, trying to get a glimpse into his thoughts.

His fingers wrapped around your wrist, feeling your pulse that beat in sync with his. There was no doubt in his mind that he always wanted you to be his, but he was always afraid he was never enough to be yours.

Not until now.

“Yours,” He breathed, finally letting go of the secret he held too long in his heart to try to hide any longer.

Smiling at him like he had plucked every star from the galaxy and laid them all out here for you. That’s when you knew what it was… what it had been all along. You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his, still smiling stupidly lovesick at him—

“You always have been.”

A kiss, a bond that sealed you two together forever because maybe all you wanted to be was each other’s, in this lifetime and all the others ones that existed.

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a/n: this one has been sitting in my wips since forever and i finally got to finishing it up!!! i wanted this one to be coated with sweetness and everything in between!!! i haven't written eddie in a while so this was super duper fun and revisting his character took me back to my roots!!!

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[addemius]

My Favorite Destiny Quotes:

Xivu Arath: "I AM THE MOUNTAIN ON WHICH ALL SWORDS SHATTER. HONE YOUR EDGE AGAINST ME."

The Speaker: "Devotion inspires bravery, bravery inspires sacrifice, sacrifice leads to death. So… feel free to kill yourself."

Calus: "I name you for the brightest star in our sky. Caiatl. My star…my…betrayer…"

Ana Bray (Translating): "I am Rasputin, guardian of all that I survey. I have no equal."

The Witness: "The universe makes us all victim and perpetrator of its infinite cruelty. You, more than any, suffer both fates. Be free."

Cayde-6: "Every story has an end, kid. This is mine."

Saint-14: "My name is Saint-14. They call me the greatest Titan who ever lived. But I would be dead if not for you. Since the day I met you, I swore I would make it my duty to follow your example.

Memory of Safiyah: Analyzing the whims of a silent god? You’ll mull those thoughts over into dust. There’s not always an answer. Let go, and rest.

Zavala: Yesterday, I was too tired to rest. Today, Safi, Hakim…I’ll find you in my dreams.

Clovis AI: "You now face godlike judgement. May it extend eternally."

Eris Morn: "QUIET! You are ALL insufferable! Save your torment for someone who gives a damn."

Drifter: Then ambushed ‘em. But we all got caught in the crossfire. My neighbor’s kid told me something that still bounces ‘round my head to this day. Right before the light went out in her tiny eyes, she whispered, “I can’t feel anything.” Yeah. I couldn’t either.

Eris Morn: "A hatred as pure and potent as sunshine, soaking through your skin."

Ghost: That's… one of those Pyramids. It can't be. That should not be here.

Ghost: No concessions? How stupid do you think I am? You and your siblings, you killed my friends! I remember Crota, and the Great Disaster! I remember Oryx, and the Taken! I remember what you did to the Awoken and the Dreaming City! I'll never forget what happened to Sagira. To Osiris. I would die before I ever chose to help the Hive.

Savathun: But you know, truth is a funny thing. Does it live in the world, or in the mind? Is it constant, or can it be bent? Who decides what is true? In this Universe of Light and Dark, there is no greater power.

Savathun: “Tell me, oh honored guest. Why would you want to escape? This Throne World is indistinguishable from my own mind, Guardian. Every step taken, every bullet fired, I keep and count them all. It’s not too late to turn around.”

Toland: Paracausality! What a trip. If you believe your weapon wants to murder all existence, then so it will. Call it a little bad juju, if you please…

Misraaks: GO! You must protect your people!

Saint-14: You ARE my people!

Sloane (Ahsa): “Thus began the witness pursuit, its campaign to impose meaning on a meaningless universe”

Dominus Ghaul: "You're not brave. You've merely forgotten the fear of death. Allow me to reacquaint you."

Oryx: Light! Give your will to me!

Ecthar: Their leaders belong to you… the rest await extermination.

Oryx: No…gather them. I will take them all.

Oryx: You… are the last hope of the Light? I have taken entire worlds! You are not worthy to face me.

Xivu Arath: SCREAMS LIKE A CHOIR AS THEIR MOUNTAINS TREMBLED. SCREAMS LIKE A CHOIR AS THEIR SEAS BOILED. I STEPPED DOWN INTO THAT WORLD, THRUST MY BLADE INTO THE HEART OF TOROBATL, AND CARVED LIES FROM TRUTH.

Fikrul: "COME, DEAD THING. COME AND DIE FOR THE LAST TIME."

Savathun: The line between Light and Dark is so very thin."

Ghost: "Guardians make their own fate."

Ghost: "Eyes up, Guardian."

Mara Sov: We fought to keep our beautiful creation safe. And now this beast has come, claiming to be King. Mara Sov bows to no one.

Xol, Will of the Thousands: "There is no Light here. You are alone. You shall drift. You shall drown in the Deep."

Rhulk, the First Disciple: "You have served your purpose. All the awaits you now is the gift of death… the darkness beyond your final days."

Osiris: When we think about controlling something powerful…it's easy to assume it takes strength. Determination. A force of will. But what I've learned…is that we cannot control every facet of nature. Instead of tightening our grip…we must open our palms. Accepting the ebb..and the flow. Letting go in the face of grief…in all its shapes. Through failure, through loss…we can overcome the impossible.

Nezarec: "In your calmest moments, your deepest slumber, you will remember me guardians"

Rhulk: "Drown in the deep, or rise from it"

The Witness: We have seen enough. The children of Sol cry out for salvation. You promised them life, but deliver only death, as you have for so many before. Enough. Enough death. Enough life. You have no pieces left to place. The game is over. Do not be afraid. Your pale heart holds the key. This time… There is no escape."

The Crow: I told myself a story about who you were: a villain strung together from whispers of the things you'd done. But you're right. I'm scared. I'm scared that our… nature might make my friends dangerous to me. Or me to them. We all have parts we wish weren't there. But acknowledging them can make us stronger.

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The Crow: I'll always be balancing on the edge of something terrible, but now I have someone to pull me back.

Memory of Uldren: Who?

The Crow: You. I can learn from your mistakes.

Memory of Uldren: My triumphs too.

The Crow: Yeah. You point out the pitfalls; I'll fill them in. We'll right your wrongs together. See you around.

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Dominus Ghaul: "Look upon me. Dominus of the Red Legion. Annihilator of Suns. Razer of a thousands worlds! Slayer of gods and conqueror of the Light! I AM GHAUL! And I have become legend."

Zavala: A hollow man… leading others to die… for a silent god…

Rasputin: “Humanity has no more need of a Warmind. Not when you have each other.”

Asher Mir: “Summon the Genesis Mind. Destroy it. Make it suffer. And it is not a metaphor!”

Asher Mir: “Bring me its arm, I wish to hang it in a place of honor. If it's been destroyed, bring me the ashes. I have constructed an urn for them.”

The Witness: "We are not your friend. We are not your enemy. We are your…salvation."

Osiris: "When did Hope cease to require Risk?"

Savathun: "Hello old friend, I've chased you for a long time. First as an enemy, then as a collector, and finally, now … A supplicant. What is it the guardians say? "Devotion inspires bravery, bravery inspires sacrifice, and sacrifice… "(Violent coughs) Here we are. Wouldn't it be clever of you… If after everything, you simply let me die? Oh, what a trick. Elegant. Is that it? If there is an answer, I don't hear it. Because now the world begins to fade…"

Clovis Bray: Artificial Intelligence activated. Enjoying yourselves, intruders? It’s worth knowing the cataclysmic damage you will be responsible for today. Do not fool yourselves. This facility is not simply the fruitless work of some pathetic scientist. This house was built by the genius Clovis Bray I himself. Within lies humanity’s salvation. La fontaine de jouvence. Made possible by Clarity Control. Magnificent, wasn’t it? An entity from beyond our own dimension. And the answer to humanity’s eternal struggle: mortality. Were it to fall intro the wrong hands, humanity, and the universe, would be utterly doomed. I have no reason to believe you are anything other than “the wrong hands.” You now face godlike judgment. May it extend externally.

Xol: You shall drift. You shall drown in the Deep.

Fikrul: "We are alike… Trapped in death, a neverending dance…"

The Witness: The universe makes us all victim and perpetrator of its infinite cruelty. You, more than any, suffer both fates. Be free.

[tallulah477]

Soft Touches

⭒˚.⭒. 1K Follower Special .⭒.˚⭒

Pairing: Jake x Fem!Na'vi!Reader

Warnings: P in V, Fingering, Alien Genitalia, Soft Sex, Slight Tail Play, Creampie, Knotting, Finger sucking/Fingers in mouth, Slight Breeding Kink

Word Count: 4K

A/N: First fic in a while! Sorry its a little rusty.

A/N 2: For more about how I picture alien genitalia, see here.

Summary: You enjoy a nice lazy morning with your mate after a long night of celebration.

Translations:

Olo'eyktan - Clan Leader

Muntxate - Wife, female spouse

Ikran - Mountain banshee, dragon-like aerial predators

It’s mornings like these that remind you to take a breath.

The mornings when the village is mostly silent. When the normal hustle and bustle of early clan life is put on hold for just a moment, most others favoring the extra sleep and time alone with their loved ones after a long night of celebration before the reality of the day catches up to them and they need to re-enter the real world. 

The celebration was one of new beginnings. The new life born from the couple who had been trying for a long time - new parents who you had seen almost give up hope in ever conceiving after years of nothing finally receiving Eywa’s blessing in the form of a beautiful baby boy. The People cheered and prayed for their new clan member as Jake formally introduced him to the world, holding the baby high above his head and shouting his name with pride as if the baby were his own. 

You hope maybe one day soon, he’ll be able to do the same for your own child. 

As the ceremony turned into food and food turned into dance, the night passed by in a flurry of blood thumping music and happy memories. Your mate is a vision in his Olo’eyktan garb - muscular shoulders made even more broad by the layered feathers proudly displayed on him. His beautiful face somehow made even more beautiful framed by the ornate headpiece that lays distinguished on his forehead. The multitude of necklaces and armbands that adorn him, dressed with colorful beading, intricate knots, and bones. 

They’re symbols of respect. Symbols of honor. 

You can’t wait to tear them off his body when you get home.

And so you do - following every instinct you have as you rip the badges of honor from him in a fierce display that has your Olo’eyktan practically shaking in excitement and grinning that adorably goofy smile of his as he leans back against your shared woven mat, hands folded comfortably behind his head as he lets you ravage him to your heart’s delight. 

Your lovemaking is rough. Passionate. The perfect blend of ‘I love you, baby. Now fuck me like you don’t’. It’s the kind of intimacy that makes you feel alive. It’s exciting and fun, quick and intensely satisfying as you both greedily chase that pleasure that you know only the other can provide. 

“Fucked your brains out,” Jake jokes afterwards, and you resist the urge to smack him - too satisfied and gooey in the glow of the aftermath that you can’t even bring yourself to move to make the hit. 

You think he knows that, which is probably why he said it.

You don’t dream, and sometimes that’s better than even the best dreams. There’s nothing to keep your mind working, no other life to live in another world and nothing to bring your deepest fears or greatest dreams to life. It’s just silence. Pure rest and energy replenishment. You wake up feeling refreshed - calm and serene. 

Like the rest of the world is miles away and it’s just you and the love of your life together alone, away from all responsibility and the demands life brings.

Mornings like this are easy. 

Soft light just barely making it into the hut, just enough to light up everything around you, but not enough that you couldn’t easily fall back asleep if you wanted to. Jake’s arms are a warm blanket around you, keeping you close and safe and protected even in sleep. The consistent puffs of breath on your neck from where his face is pressed close to you is soothing in a way you can’t even begin to describe. You could lay here all day, wrapped up in the warmth of his body and the unassuming fuzziness of almost sleep blurring at the edges of your vision. 

There’s no worries right now, no concern or to-do’s or looming tasks that are faring for your attention. 

It’s just him and you. Even if for only right now. 

Your fingers subconsciously trace along Jake’s forearm, the tips dragging a lazy back and forth pattern along the smooth skin. He fits behind you perfectly, muscular body curling around yours like it was built to fit against yours. You think maybe it was. Eywa may not have been his maker, the body he is in now was once human-made. But despite not being his maker, she is his Mother - and you know just as well as any other Na’vi how the Great Mother can perform miracles. 

She made him for you somehow. Just for you.

Your fingers continue their featherlight touches on his arm and they’re more deliberate now as your tail curls around the back of Jake’s leg so the soft tuft of hair at the end can tickle along the back of his knee. The light touches are guaranteed to wake him up. He showers you in a strong gentleness, granting you the light and soft touches that you love so much exactly when you need them, but he prefers a firmer touch. The softer touches drive him insane after a while and he’ll often grab your hand and push it harder against his skin to starve off the sensation or even drag your nails across the spot to get rid of the itch. 

You’re a menace, purposefully teasing him with light touches just to see him react the way he does. Just because it's a soft and peaceful morning doesn’t mean you’ll show him reprieve. 

The tightness in your core says you want him, so he needs to wake up. Just the feel of his body pressing against yours and the rhythmic puffs of breath on the back of your neck is sending pleasant tingles down your spine. The warmth of his body heat turns into a different kind of warmth that swells in your stomach and settles between your thighs.

You can feel him start to stir behind you, the puffs of breath becoming harsher as his arm and leg twitch against your lovingly mean touches. Your body tenses in excitement when you feel the sharp teeth press against the nape of your neck and the low growl he lets out reverberates through your entire body.

“What have I said about the touching, baby?”

“Firm strokes,” You grin before adding on a smug, “Everywhere.”

Jake hums against you, teeth still a clear warning against the back of your neck and they dig in just a little harder at your cheeky answer. 

“That’s right,” He says against your skin. “So why is my mate being bad on this very nice morning?”

“Wanted you to wake up,” You breathe. 

Your tail flicks at the back of his knee again and you let out an excited laugh when he pulls his arm away from your tickling fingers to snatch your tail. He jerks it swiftly in reprimand, not hard enough to actually hurt but just enough for you to feel the sharp pull of it and the sensation shoots right down to your center.

“Wake up for what?” He asks, but you can hear the responding grin in his voice.

You arch your back, pressing your ass against his bare front just to drive the point home. His cock is still sheltered in its protective sheath, but the action is clear anyway. “You know for what,”

The move does its job and your Jake is significantly riled up in an instant. He presses his front harder against your back, rolling you slightly forward to better gain leverage against you. The muscular arm you’re using as a pillow shifts so that his hand can reach down and cup your breast, squeezing the soft flesh in his large hand. The other hand slides across your hip, the tip of your tail still caught in the loose ring of his thumb and pointer finger as he drags it with him between your thighs. 

He keeps it trapped there as his middle finger runs across your slick slit, sliding up and down the length of your pussy with the lightest of touches. The tuft of hair on your tail sticks together as Jake drags it with him and a part of you wants to yell at him, mortified at the idea of your own tail becoming dirtied by your own sticky mess. But the feeling of the soft hair sliding across your needy slit makes you even more desperate and the control that he shows he has over you as he uses your own hair tuft on your tail to help him tease you makes you whimper.

“Ma Jake,” You squirm. You tilt your hips trying to get him to touch you better - push a little harder, slide a finger inside, touch your clit, something. But he doesn’t budge. Just continues his teasing as he nips his sharp teeth at your ear.

“Hm, what’s wrong, babygirl?” He mocks. “I thought you liked soft touches.”

Since he moved, your hands had been clutching the wrist of the hand caressing your breast. Now, you pull one away from its resting place to grab the hand between your thighs trying to manipulate his fingers into moving to the places you want them to. The inside of your palm brushes against the sticky strands of hair as Jake makes it brush over your clit and your tail jerks in response as your body inadvertently tries to tug it away, but Jake keeps it hostage between his skilled fingers. The fine hairs leave silky lines of wetness against your palm. 

“Please,” You whine and your fingers press against his middle finger, forcing it to slip between your wet lips. “Be nice to your muntxate.”

“Yeah?” Jake grumbles. “After you were just so nice to me?”

A part of you wants him to continue to drag this out. You like the tease. The way the barely there touches are nowhere near enough to get you to where you want to be but the tortuous featherlight brush of fingers makes you wetter than direct and firm touches would. Jake knows how to play with you, knows how to work you up to near madness with barely even lifting a finger. He touches the right spots - gentle brushes against the length of your pussy, caressing along the sides and down the slit, dipping in enough just to be able to slide across your hole that clenches with need from every new ‘not touch’. Sometimes his fingers would nudge against your clit, just enough to make you jump as a shock of pleasure shoots into your belly at the place you most want him to touch finally getting some attention, even if for only one fleeting second. 

“I’m always nice to you,” You breathe. 

“Oh, yeah?” Jake laughs, knowing disbelief coloring the beautiful sound and you can’t help the cheeky grin that pulls at your lips in return. “You’re always nice to me, huh?

“Mhm,” You agree. You lean your head back so your cheek can rub against Jake’s. “The nicest and most perfect mate ever.”

“Hm,” Jake hums and your breathing hitches as when his fingers slide more purposefully towards your dripping hole. “Yeah, you’ve never been a pain in my ass for a single second, have you?”

Your tail lashes out behind you when Jake loosens his grip on it in favor of sinking his long fingers inside you. It smacks against Jake’s thigh a few times and distantly you hope that it leaves a wet spot there too as payback, but the thought is so removed from your brain right now that it hardly even registers at all. His fingers slide into you so perfectly, the size of two of them sinking into your cunt begins to stretch you out so well. Compared to the actual size of him, it's not enough to fully prepare you. But you can feel where his cock has come out to play behind you, already hard and wet from the slick of its protective sheath as it pokes at the curve of your ass. 

“You’ve just always been my good girl,”

His words are sweet, the urge to nod and agree that yes, yes you have always been his good girl is so strong as his fingers fill you up, but you know better than anyone how the edge of sarcasm in his words ring true. When you first met Jake, you had been hostile. Furious with your best friend when she had saved him in the forest and furious even more when she begged for your help to train him in the ways of The People when her father had instructed her to take on the task of babysitter. It makes you laugh now to think back on those months. Neytiri wasn’t nice by any means, but she had quickly developed a fond friendship with the dreamwalker despite her early aggression. And even though you hissed at him, smacked him instead of guiding him into place when learning to shoot a bow and arrow and use a knife, and called him every insult you knew straight to his face while fully taking advantage of the fact that he was still learning Na’vi - you had grown to be quite fond of him too.

The differences you had once held against him were now things to be cherished. The five fingers that once made you nervous, too associated with the demons that had come and killed people that you cared about and tried to destroy your home, were a symbol of his loyalty to you and The People. He chose you - chose to be with you and give his loyalty to you and Eywa and the rest of the clan over the species he was born as, and you take pride in seeing that fifth finger on his hand, playing with it lovingly between your own fingers, and knowing what it symbolizes to you. Made a human but created by the Great Mother: different, but still Na’vi. 

But you are a warrior - fierce and focused, courageous and determined. Maybe a little aggressive. Stubborn. So maybe you’re not always as nice as you could be. The fondness grown from spending the time of getting to know Jake and the unavoidable blessing of love that came after couldn’t have stopped the aspects of your personality and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you were always a patient, kind, and understanding bundle of joy. You argue and expect things, fierce in your opinions and beliefs just as fierce as you love. 

You would never have found a worthy match with someone else in the clan. No one else could have ever handled you the way Jake can. No one else would have ever loved you as much as Jake does. 

You’re a pain in his ass - on him from the start if he’s wrong about something, making a bad call or the wrong decision, and you push him to be better as a good mate should. Direct communication. No sugar-coating things. Jake can handle it and you hate it in the moment, but you’re grateful that you can say he returns the favor too. 

“My perfect mate,” Jake agrees and your tail shakes with excitement as he digs his fingers in deeper.

You’re so wet already, slick pooling between your thighs as you spread them more to give him a little more space for his hand. The hand on your breast clings to it, not letting go or loosening its grip for a second as he squeezes at your chest. His clever fingers form a cage around your nipple that pinches the hard bud between his third and fourth finger with each squeeze, and the sharp pang of pleasure that courses through your body from the stimulation drives you to grind down on the hand between your thighs even harder.

His fingers feel so good inside you, stretching you and thrusting as deep as they can go as you leak around them. He knows all your good spots, fingertips curling and rubbing against your slick walls as he torments the spots he can reach in his position and rakes the tips of his fangs on the back of your neck to make up for the ones he can’t. Your hand is still laying on top of his, moving with it as if it’s guiding its movements. Jake lets you keep it there. He knows you like to act like you’re in control sometimes. 

The thick head of his cock pokes at your ass, sliding against the curve of it and your hand finally leaves the top of his to reach behind you. Your hand curls around his length, stroking gently and feeling each textured bump and barb rub against your fingertips. His fingers are good, magical even. But even in the soft morning glow when things are quiet and you should be satisfied, it’s still not enough. 

“Ma Jake, please?”

He chuckles. “You’re so polite when you want something,” 

You grin. “Don’t make me be mean,”

Jake shifts his hips harder against your ass, somehow shoving his fingers deeper inside you as he rubs his cheek against yours, lips pressing just off to the side of your own in a quick kiss. “Yeah, wouldn’t want you to be mean, would we?”

The joking tone is there again. The humorous sarcasm. Jake likes you when you're sweet and pliant - it's a rarity that he likes to enjoy in the odd moments that it comes like this one. But he loves it when you're mean. 

He doesn’t let you respond, instead choosing to be nice and halting the sweet torment of his fingers in your cunt and replacing them with the blunt press of his cock at your entrance. Your body mourns the loss of his fingers when he pulls them from between your legs, but you do well to push the feeling down when he hooks his hand under your knee and bends your leg up, spreading you more to give him easier access to push his cock inside. 

Your eyes flutter shut in bliss as his length spears you open, stretching you and filling you up the way you know only he can. You can feel every delicious raised bump on his cock as he slides into you and you squeeze down on him, reveling in the way the texture scrapes against your slick walls. 

Sometimes you wonder what it would have been like to be like this with him in his human body. Wheelchair and paralyzing spinal injury aside - you still imagine him standing straight, as tall as he can be, and staring at you with that daring, cocky, fearless expression of his - smirking and ready to tame you just as he had tamed his ikran. 

He’d be so much smaller than you. Your hand easily encompassing the entire side of his head as you pulled him in for a kiss, and the agitation you might feel at having to wait even for the few seconds it takes for him to pull off his breathing mask. He’d be smaller down there too. The thought makes you giggle a little. It’s a shame really - because the idea of trying the human version of him, despite your pretenses, is very appealing. Smaller human Jake is still your Jake, no matter what body he is in.

How would it feel? There would be no barbs or added texture for stimulation, no extra slick other than a small amount of precum to make taking it any easier. No knot to lock you in and keep you close afterwards. 

How would it feel encased snugly inside your walls? It would be smooth, right? Save for maybe a vein here and there. He’s told you before that a human’s genitalia hangs outside the body, balls included. You think that’s rather interesting. Stupid - but interesting. A flawed design in a species that mostly considers itself perfect. But what would that feel like? You can picture what you think that would be like - Jake’s own swinging, unprotected, with each thrust. Would they slap against your ass as he fucks you? Could they hit your clit if you make him fuck you with you on all fours?

You’d never ask him. Your pride would never let you. But sometimes, you think about it and wonder. The desire to try something you know you never can and to do it with the only person you would ever want to try it with. 

The first retreat of him pulling back and then the slow and dragging slide of him pushing back into you makes sure to clear that lingering thought out of your mind. What could you possibly want that for when you have this right here? 

Perfect, passionate, intimate, and completely yours. 

His lips are at your ear, panting breath fanning at the curve of it as he murmurs to you about how tight you are and how good you feel around him. Like a perfect sleeve made just for my cock, he tells you, and groans when the words make you clench around him like a vice. 

Jake’s hand lets go of your knee to reach around your front again, fingers finding the sensitive bud between your thighs. Your clit throbs under his touch and there’s people around you in the nearby huts - families who can definitely hear you if you get too loud. And even though sex is not taboo among the Na’vi like you’ve learned it is among many humans, it's still early on a morning post celebration and people are sleeping. You don’t think Weim, Tsuakir, and their young daughter, Iski, would appreciate getting woken up by the pleasured mewling cries of their Olo’eyktan’s mate before it’s time for them to rise. 

You get out one loud moan before Jake is pulling his hand from your breast and shoving his fingers in your mouth. 

“Shhh, babygirl,” Jake whispers. “Can’t keep you all to myself if you wake up the whole damn village.”

A part of you wants to bite at the fingers in your mouth, the urge to rebel in any way you can against Jake’s slight increase in control over you, but they work too well - long digits pressing into the sides of your cheek and against your tongue just enough to keep you quiet. His other hand is drawing swirls around your clit, using the combined wetness of both of your slicks to make it nice and slippery.  

The knot on the base of his cock is swelling, pushing and pulling at the rim of your entrance with each rhythmic rock of his hips, and you suck eagerly at Jake’s fingers in your mouth as your body molds to each stretch and give. Jake’s voice is in your ear, gravely and deep as he groans about how he’s going to tie you to him, keep you locked on his cock and fill you up until your belly swells. 

“Maybe next time it will be us up there introducing our kid to the clan,” He grunts, nipping your ear with his sharp teeth. You moan, eyes fluttering as his thrusts speed up, the wet sounds of skin on skin and his voice filling your ear is all you can hear in the small hut. “Would you like that, baby?”

The swollen knot catches on your rim, pushing inside with a pointed snap of Jake’s hips, and you gasp when it slips inside you, stretching you to what you always feel are your limits but your body welcomes him willingly. The shock of his knot locking inside you and the insistent circles on your clit trigger your orgasm, and you cum to the warmth of Jake’s own release painting your insides as you clench around him, pleasure crashing through your body and leaving you feeling all the more fuzzy and weightless in the soft morning glow filling the hut than how you woke. 

Jake’s arms cuddle around you, his head laying on top of yours as you both bask in the afterglow. The village is starting to come back to life around you, sounds of children playing and the usual hustle and bustle of clan life making its way through the entrance of your home. Soon, you’ll have to leave the safety and closeness of Jake’s loving hold.

But not right now - you still have some time left. 

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Hide-and-Seek

This was inspired by someone mentioning that Vampire spawn can climb walls and walk on ceilings without needing a skill check & I thought, “Man, Astarion must be crazy to play hide-and-seek with.”

Contents: Astarion/Gn!Tav, ambiguous Tav, it’s mentioned that Tav does not have the greatest sight in the dark, hide-and-seek in the dark, Astarion scaring the shit out of Tav on purpose, sillies, SFW, super lovey-dovey, so sweet it’ll rot your teeth, takes place after the events of BG3, they are living happily your honor

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Astarion was ridiculously good at hide-and-seek. When you’d first suggested it to him, he’d scoffed. “Childish,” he’d called it while rolling his eyes. But once he got into it he got into it. The two of you had drawn all the curtains tightly closed and blew out all the candles until it was dark in the house to up the stakes. You could see just enough to avoid bumping into the furniture while you searched for Astarion. He was extremely silent. You hadn't even heard him skitter off when you covered your eyes with your hands and began counting down from sixty. Now, as you wandered the house quietly, you tried to listen for any signs of him. Of course, being undead, he didnt even need to breathe. But you were hoping for the slight sound of him adjusting to get more comfortable; the rustle of clothes, something that would give him away. But nothing did.

You check behind the couch and find nothing but dust bunnies. Next, under the table. No, of course, he wouldn't choose something as simple as that. You start looking in more possibly Astarion-sized spots that would have originally deterred you from even checking. Under the kitchen sink — no. The crevice between the armchair and the wall — no. Moving to the bathroom, you check under the sink there as well, and in the bathtub. Both were a no. Well, that left one more place in the house: the bedroom. You could only think of three places he could possibly be; under the bed, inside the wardrobe, or behind the door. The silence was beginning to make you nervous. Usually with how long it was taking, hiders would begin giggling or maybe giving away hints — a tap, a knock, or a whistle. But Astation gave you nothing but dead air. There was nothing behind the door and nothing under the bed. With a smirk, you saunter over to the wardrobe, cooing, “I know you’re in there,” as you swing the doors open and push the clothes on the rack aside. There's no one there. Just the empty wood staring back at you. Your brow furrows as you close the doors and retrace your steps. Was it possible that Astarion had found a hiding spot so creative it was out of your realm of imagination? He knew the rules: no invisibility incantations and no sneaking outside. So how…? “Alright, Astarion, you got me. Give me a hint,” You call out, dumbfounded. Nothing comes. A little irked now, you scoff, “Hellooo? A hint?” as you walk back into the hallway. Something taps your shoulder, making you jump and whirl around. There’s nothing there. How could this be scaring you? You were the seeker! It was supposed to make his pulse race, not yours! Your pupils feel like they’re straining in the dark, eyes wide as you glance around the bedroom again. “I swear you’re not in here. I checked everywhere,” you hiss out loud before you feel that tap on your shoulder again. “Gods! Stop it! It's freaking me out! I don't know how you’re doing that Astation but knock it off.” your voice trembles a little. “D-Did I mention you're not allowed to use mage hand either?” more silence. 

“Look up, you imbecile.” You hear his voice right above you. Your mouth drops as you crane your neck to look up at him sitting criss-cross on the damned ceiling. 

“What in the nine hells!?” You shout. 

“Took you long enough. I was getting rather bored. It’ll be much more fun when I’m looking for you.” He scoots a little closer to the wall and places a hand on it for balance while he pushes off the ceiling and lands back down on the floor with just a slight wobble in his posture. 

“You were… above me the whole time?” you shake your head. “How did you even-,”

Astarion waves a hand. “It’s a vampire thing, darling. You just wouldn't get it. Now, I do believe it’s my turn and I’m rather excited to get on with it. Run along now,” he cups his hands over his eyes and walks back down the hall to the living room. “59, 58, 57,” you hear his voice echo. 

You blink quickly to shake yourself out of your stupor, registering that tidbit of information that Astarion had so lightly brushed off like it was nothing. ‘Oh yeah, it’s whatever, I can just walk on the ceiling,’ you mock him in your mind while you search frantically for a spot. You won't be able to outdo him, you know that. But you think you might at least have a sneaky chance… here. You slip behind the bathroom door. When his back is turned, you’ll sneak out of there and into the living room. 

“Three… two… one,” you hear Astarion reach the final numbers before all goes silent. Damn it. You had not accounted for just how quiet his footsteps were. Peeking through the crack between the door hinge is your only hope of knowing when he actually passes by. The limited vision makes it worse. Way worse. This was just as scary as seeking him had been! Maybe more! You see a silent shape pass by the crevice and wince, holding your breath tightly. “I hear your heart fluttering, my love.” Astarion’s voice rings out in the bedroom. He’d passed right by the bathroom on purpose, hadn’t he…? He’d already guessed your plan! Well, there was no point in letting it go to waste. You slip out from behind the door, heart racing, not even sparing a glance at the bedroom doorway as you try and tiptoe as silently away as you can. It’s no use. You would never be able to be as silent as your companion, who’s on your heel faster than you can let out a yelp. You feel Astarion’s arm loop around your waist before you even hear him. “Caught you,” he whispers next to your ear. 

“Agh! You have the advantage in this game!” you groan. It only makes him laugh. 

“Weren’t you the one who suggested it? How about next time we play a little daytime tag?” 

“Ha ha,” you say sarcastically, knowing full well that you couldn’t play tag with ashes. 

“Mmm,” Astarion nuzzles his nose into your hair, “Don’t sulk. You did such a wonderful job. So determined. I’m quite proud of you.” You can't feel very defeated after that. Basking in Astarion’s affection now… feels like a victory, even though you’d technically lost both times. Spinning in his arms to face him, you laugh softly. “Do I get a prize for winning both times?” He smiles. Even in the dark, you can make out that smile you adore so much. Seeing it for the first time all those many months ago had melted your heart. It still does today. 

“Sure,” you roll your eyes a little, smiling, “What do you-,” You’re cut short when Astarion leans forward to give you a tender little peck on the lips that leaves you feeling just the slightest bit dizzy. You never got tired of that, either. 

“Ohh, my shoulders have been so tense lately,” he begins the dramatics with a sigh, pulling you just a bit closer to him. “I would love those expert hands of yours to loosen them up. Hmm?” he raises a brow expectantly, already knowing you’ll give in to his whims if he butters you up sweetly. Not surprised that he stole a kiss before requesting his real prize, you can't help but laugh. Astarion’s smile drops into surprise. “What’s so funny?” 

“You’re just — ahaha! You're just so cute sometimes.” You coo, tilting your head as you soak up the way your heart feels lighter than air. 

Astarion clicks his tongue. “Cute? I’d say I’m more handsome or… charming. Cute is what you call… well… a cat or-,” It’s your turn to steal a kiss. You hold it a bit longer, humming softly against his lips while your hands snake up his back to knead your fingers against his shoulders, as he’d asked. You didnt know Astarion could relax more into you than he already was, but he does with a pleased sigh and a flutter of white lashes. When the two of you part, you feel him lower his forehead to your shoulder and loop his arms around you just a little tighter. Your fingers work the muscles of his back repetitively. In moments like these, you feel so in love with him that you could shed a couple of tears. Even if you’re standing in the middle of a dark hallway, and your legs are getting tired, you don't care. You savor it, pressing your temple and cheek against him in return. You feel Astarion’s soft curls tickle at your skin, breathe him in, and commit to memory the way he leans against you. His hands twitch, gently tracing circles against your lower back, spelling out words you’d have to ask him later about. For now, he softly whispers, with all his heart, “I love you.” 

You have all those words and more to give in return.

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feeling better so here's MCU jaune

basic idea is as follows i have 1000 cp for a MCU version of jaune plus 1 free roll, jaune will not have access to any abilities not rolled. and obviously aura and such isn't a thing in the MCU so no aura for him.

Shinsengumi Way: (200 CP)

"The samurai code is in reality, a thing mostly of fiction. The many restrictions and honourable rules that the noble warriors supposedly lived under were fabrications of a later age. Mostly. There were

indeed good men who bound themselves in vows and promises to show their morality, as well as those who did so to restrain their own dark sides. But the sacrifices made through a warrior’s vow can have it’s own benefits, the loss becoming new power for battle.

You are able to take vows that restrict your own life, receiving increases to your overall combat ability in exchange. The more restrictive the vow is to you personally, the more significant the

increase. Sacrificing a few hours of your time in prayer each week would be a minor boost in power at best, whereas constant limitations such as never breaking your word or always fighting in an

honorable manner could improve your power by half or even double the normal level. Breaking a restriction removes the benefit and applies a proportionate penalty to your power on top, as well as

a damaged mental state. These penalties will disappear in time and slowly removing a vow over a few days will allow you to drop the restrictions without cost. A vow’s power is based on how it

affects you personally at the current moment, something strong for others but weak for you will give weak benefits."

Fairy Weapon: (400 cp) "All of the Knights of the Round have their own special weapon. A magical sword, a enchanted bow, a special shield. These weapons are often crafted by the hands of the fairies themselves, creating immensely powerful weapons for the greatest protectors of Britain. Now you too have a legendary weapon in your hands, on the same level as things like Excalibur Galatine, Arondight or Lord Camelot. You might choose an enchanted sword that can unleash gigantic blasts of energy at will or a bow that fires a dozen shots for every single one you loose or even a flail that can command the wind as it slams into your foes. You could even have a magical prosthetic arm that unleashes blades and blasts of light on command."

Ankle Protection: (200CP) "A usual problem of this place is that when you make enemies and don’t finish them off, they will manage to somehow get back at you out of pettiness, now you are exempt of this big issue, if you beat sense into someone, they will listen and behave, that is, if they aren’t one of the madman who roam around, these people might need a more “permanent” solution, call it culling the weeds."

Break it Down for Me: (200CP) One of the most interesting concepts in jujutsu is that of binding vows. By intentionally putting oneself in a disadvantageous situation, such as by imposing extra restrictions upon the usage of a cursed technique, a sorcerer can gain power proportional to the extra risk they took on. One of the most common variants of this is the increase in power sorcerers get by disclosing how their technique works to their opponents, since giving up such information discards an advantage they might otherwise possess.

As a fundamental part of jujutsu, any sorcerer is capable of making such a binding vow by default. With this perk, however, you are able to apply this concept to any of your other powers. By voluntarily explaining how one of your powers works to your foes, that power will become noticeably more effective against them. Fires will burn hotter, energy blasts fly faster and hit harder, and so on. With clever wording, you can even use this to mislead your opponents on how your ability functions while still gaining the power boost, such as through lying by omission. Naturally, if those you’re up against already know how the ability you’re using functions, you won’t gain any power by telling them how it works.

You’re also capable of applying other restrictions to yourself and your powers. Perhaps you limit yourself to a certain level of output for part of the day, increasing your power proportionally for the rest of it. Or perhaps you drastically increase your speed by significantly reducing your durability. However these self-imposed vows work, the power you gain will always be directly proportional to the risk you take on. Be aware, though, that placing or removing such a restriction upon yourself takes a fair amount of time and focus, preventing you from changing them on the fly during combat. Removing a restriction also removes any power gained from it.

Family properties: (100CP) You gain a series of properties that your family uses to train the whelps. Some are hunting grounds, some are foundries for sacred items, and some are places to contemplate your path. You gain 8 of them, split between any purposes your family used them for. You can travel to them instantly via the warehouse.

1: castle, this castle is somewhere in the united states now, though originally it was in brittain, then france, in truth it's in the lands of the fae. and acts as a bulwark against invasion by both sapient and non sapient enemies. 2: training field, a massive field for training, flat open ground large enough for entire armies to fight on. 3: stables, now empty this property can hold all manner of mount.

4: armory, a hidden armory that can be used to hold dangerous items away from anyone's reach.

5: treasury, a large building for less dangerous but more valuable items.

6: hunting grounds, a large swath of woods stocked with all manner of game.

7: garden, well kept garden truly massive in size that houses fae flowers for healing mental health. also just a really nice place to visit.

8: cathedral, a trully massive cathedral that anchor's the fae wild away from the real world, wounds heal much faster while here and it houses many nuns and monks who tend to the grounds and any visitors. located somewhere close to the castle.

free roll: Flower of Chivalry: (200CP) You have come a long way in your training, always holding code of chivalry in your mind and actions, you became able to apply it without doubt or complications even in a grey world like this. You possess the heart of a lion which never backs down, the leadership of a true captain, the mind of a great strategist and the luck required in finding a worthy master to serve and gain greater glory for you both. Truly you are what all other knights aspire to be. It’s not only your heart which holds strong, but also your mastery over magic and swordsmanship is now equal to any Great Knight.

alright, the free roll was actually a pretty low level roll but I can work with that.

The arc family is famous for 1 thing, they will always keep their word, few know that vows made by an Arc are supernaturally binding though and the more hardship they willingly take on, the greater their power. this is further enhanced by their family sword, the holy sword gwr dywydd or oathkeeper, a blade that enhances the effect of their binding vows and oaths.

while the Arcs typically take up an oath to the constitution when they join the military putting them well into the physical and mental abilities of special forces in the modern era jaune found that taking a vow to live by the code of chivalry came naturally to him putting him already on the level of supersoldiers like captain America. while he's incapable of casting spells, his study of mystical arts has left him as one of the major scholars on the subject and his skill with the family blade is second to none.

but as technology advances he finds himself fighting greater and greater enemies, even a heritic god has joined the fight. can jaune survive this new world? and just what will he need to give up to obtain it?

that's my idea for it. really wasn't expecting the flower of chivalry roll but the TLDR of it is jaune's main power is just keeping his word. the binding vow and shinsengumi way stack and the sword multiplies that even further. meaning that while his oath of chivalry binds him he's physically on par with Captain America.

jaune in this is 18 and a fresh recruit for the US military branch of your choice. so the oath to the constitution also increases his abilities.

The oathkeeper is an unbreakable sword that is even stronger than vibrainium though it can't cut through it. it also just outright improves all physical parameters for it's wielder out the gate no oath's needed. it's a very good sword.

a third oath to only use the sword is more than enough to put him in the upper levels of Earth's powers.

TLDR: magical Captain America.

@howlingday @weatherman667 @heliosthegriffin

this is just my take on it, how would you write a version of jaune with these traits? any ideas for his Super hero name? BTW home state is gonna be central PA no new york for this country boy.

[mer-acle]

i hold all the power (evil laugh, evil laugh)

Give me...

The big athena hcs

I desire knowledge and inspiration (evil laugh, evil laugh)

Haha

You kinda put me on the spot there. Not bc I don't have big headcanons but bc I'm like how do I phrase this without being like "here's the plot of that fic I wrote" yk? And now I'm unsure what constitutes a big headcanon... so I'm just gonna give you some more random ones and maybe you can help me out with what you were thinking of? (O.O)

For Epic specifically: Her owl form is a dark barn owl, bc they're really pretty and rare and have ginger feathers that match her hair

She dislikes Poseidon so much because he's so much like her father but her perception of him isn't softened by the love she has for Zeus.

Prometheus really saved her after Pallas's death. He kinda filled the void that losing Triton as a paternal figure had left more so than that of Pallas herself, but he took her along for his little creation projects (like the humans whoops) and they really match each other's freak. Yk. Until Zeus takes Prometheus away and definitely forbids Athena from visiting. I will literally murder him one of these days.

Speaking of Zeus taking people away, Athena was STRUGGLING after Pallas. Unsurprisingly, but still. Nobody but Hephaestus knows her from when she was still pretty openly mourning, they're all too young, and he never really asked why, but my girl was so depressed and lonely. She spend IRL HOURS in Quick Thought rewatching that battle and trying to figure out the moment where she went wrong. She knows Zeus intervened, but it doesn't matter to her, it's her spear, it's her kill. He was all like "for a nymph?" when she asked to take Pallas's name. "well, if you think that is a title worthy of your status..." It was her most open rebellion against his wishes for a while.

Her favorite domain is wisdom, but it's followed by crafting, not war. Don't get me wrong, she enjoys a good fight, but if she had to choose and wasn't worried about Zeus's opinion, she would choose crafting over war any day. The reason in my hc is how the domains are assigned, she was basically born with Wisdom, her powers are all about thought, and Zeus later assigned her with warfare which her powers work well with, but weren't technically meant for it. Meanwhile crafting is her "Passion domain" meaning her power in it literally stems from her intense enjoyment for creating. Imagine "What else can I do" from Encanto, but it's her discovering making clothes for the first time. The angst factor of this obviously being "My life has one mission, create the greatest warrior" Why is that her one mission? Is it the crushing weight of who she has to be?

My favorite bigger concept has to be her relationship with truth. In other words, Athena lies and manipulates her way through life, she is smarter than her father but knows he holds the power, so her council is whatever works in the moment, if she knows it's hopeless, she'll tell him what he wants to hear. Life has become a game for her, a game where she sells her soul for approval, bc she's lost those who loved her unconditionally, and can't trust those around her bc they're all trapped in the game with her, she doesn't want to be the favorite, she needs to be the favorite, it's the only way to survive, the only way for some semblance of safety and control, and yes, she gets along with mortals better than gods because they hold no power over her, they can't threaten the position she's worked so hard to achieve. Until Odysseus compromises a part of her that she hadn't thought she still had. Attachment never felt like danger with Pallas, but it does now, because what does it matter if you're more powerful when you respect the other person too much not to honor their wishes, should they tell you to leave them alone? If asked, she will have to leave, and that's terrifying (None of that would be overly conscious before My goodbye but for me, that breakup deep down always will be Athena being scared of her own feelings and trying to stop it before it goes too far and being at least 15 years too late.)

Woah that got dark lol I just wrote the last section and was like 👀fuck I am projecting SO bad. Like... gods I am so not okay. Jokes on me I thought I had headcanons all I have is trauma lmao

Anyways lol

Hope you liked it, and do let me know if you had something else in mind, I'll do my best :3

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Currently Watching - October

aka The Masterlist

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 29.10.2024

A little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection 💙

gif-requests are open, but you'll need to have some patience🌼

Here you can find all of my gifs.

At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in October with a MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).

This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!

1. Bad Guy My Boss 🇹🇭 (6/12)

I must admit, I have no clue what I am watching here. What is their problem? Why can't they just talk to each other? What is their past relationship? And why is the bad boss so mean? Why is he always angry? What are those dreams? And do I think bad boss is attractive? I don't know. Every time he doesn't speak, doesn't really act and just sits there and looks at something without anger in his face, I think that is such a beautiful young man. Every time he acts as the boss and talks or stares angry into the void, I think there is something off. Questions. I have questions... One thing from this week's episode I can say is, James looks like a good kisser. He puts effort in those scenes. Wish he had a more comfortable partner...

2. Every You, Every Me 🇹🇭 (4/8)

I am so in love with this series. It tingles all the right spots of the romantic parts of my brain. The concept is so great. Every week we can see those two fall in love with each other. I love seeing people fall in love with each other. And we don't have to wait for weeks for them to admit their feelings. This weeks (and with that last weeks, too) story was a weaker one for me. I knew he was going to die, so the emotional impact was not really there for me. But we got a really beautiful love scene, which was nice. And I hope next week's episode is a little bit lighter.

3. Jack & Joker: U steal my heart! 🇹🇭 (8/12)

I loooove this series so much! We finally get some comfort! But don't get yourself fooled! This episode is heartbreaking! Jack is drifting more and more towards the dark side while he still tries to help everyone, but himself. He willingly offers himself to the devil just so everyone else around him is safe. And Joke... his dad... out of personal reasons this scene hit really hard! It made me sob uncontrollably. But in the end they played the truth game and grandma won and those two were finally cuddling! They are finally back on the same page! I love them. And I love the grandma. She is their biggest fan and I am hers!

4. Kidnap 🇹🇭 (8/12)

I don't know what this episode was. It was so messy. It felt so incoherent and rushed. Like a filler episode to provide that people keep watching, because we finally got some sexy time. I am honest, that wasn't the greatest sexy time. But they are back together and happy. We are on episode 8, so there are four more episodes for drama. Next week some jealousy and I guess with end of episode 10/episode 11 shit will hit the fan. So I am not that mad we got this honeymoon phase now. But it felt really off.

5. Let Free The Curse Of Taekwondo 🇰🇷 (4/8)

I am devastated... This show knows how to hurt me. Our boys got like five minutes peace and happiness until everything went to shit. And they are so happy together and it looks so good on them! And I know want to know what happend in the past twelve years! And I want them to talk and to find closure. At this point I wouldn't mind them not getting back together, but just give each other peace and closure! Until then I am living in this scene!

6. Word of Honor 🇨🇳 (20/36)

Do you still believe I'll come back to this one? It is a really good series, but I can't motivate myself to dive into it right now 🙈

Finished in October

Series

I Saw You In My Dream 🇹🇭

This series was cute. It was just a slice of their lifes with a bit of a fantasy element to it. I really liked the relationships. Not just the main couple, but the friendship and the family bond. All were nice and lovely. The dreams were an interesting element to build the series around. I liked the idea. But mostly, I really enjoyed our main couple. They were friends and so their relationship based on that. It was a very healthy relationship and the series just showed them as a fresh couple, who couldn't keep their hands from each other. That was refreshing. The acting was not the best, but it was okay for me. I give it a 8 out of 10.

First Note of Love 🇹🇼

I don't know. I never really got a feeling for this series. There was no real chemistry between the mains. It felt more like brothers to me. That is my personal feeling. The story was okay, but not that special to me. The acting was good. So for me this is a series I won't come back to in the future, but I think people might really like it, because it is cute and quiet. Just a 6 out of 10 for me.

Love In The Big City 🇰🇷

I really needed some time to think about this series. It is not a bl series. It is a queer drama about queer people living queer lifes. We accompany Ko Yeong while he stumble through life and affairs. We witness his happy times, his heartbreaks and his darkest times. His friend group is so splendid and I love and miss them. They are there when he needs them the most and that is so important for me. It is a very realistic story, told in a beautiful, cautious way, acted with so much talent and passion. As a consumer of a bunch of different queer media, I have seen almost every ending in history of queer drama. This one is not a sad one. It is a hopeful one. Our beloved Ko Yeong finally understood what he wants, what his heart wishes for. He is still heartbroken, but he seeks love and in the future there is hope he will find this love again. He started a new chapter of his life and is only at the beginning of his self-love-journey. There is so much more to come for him. This series really touched me deeply and I can't stop thinking about it. A clear and strong 10 out of 10 for me.

Movie

As Long as We Both Shall Live 🇯🇵

I loved this one. I didn't understand what exactly was going on in the end, but the story and the romance was so good. A little bit of Cinderella in there and I love a good old fairy tale. And this really felt like one. The love between them was so pure and it developed so naturally. And the magic system was interesting, but I really wish we had more insight in what was going on. Or I am just not capable of getting it... A really strong 9 out 10 for me.

Short Film

Dropped in October

Uncle Unknown 🇹🇼 (3/12)

Yeah... no. This is juts bad. I won't keep watching this. I don't want to give this series any more of my time. I watched low budget productions and I am really fine with most of them, because there is a story that wants to be told. But this here is just a mess. I have no clue what is going on or who these people are and at this point I really don't care anymore. So, yeah, dropped...

Looking forward to in October

Heartstopper - Trailer (Oct 3rd)

Fourever You - Trailer (Oct 3rd)

Uncle Unknown - Trailer (Oct 4th)

Every You, Every Me - Trailer (Oct 6th)

Eccentric Romance - Trailer (Oct 10th)

High School Frenemy - Trailer (Oct 14th)

Taming The Bad Guy (Oct 15th)

Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo - Trailer (Oct 17th)

Pluto - Trailer (Oct 19th)

Love in the Big City - Trailer (Oct 21st)

See Your Love - Trailer (Oct 23rd)

See You (Oct 25th)

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days - Trailer (Oct 26th)

Perfect 10 Liners - Trailer (Oct 27th)

Stealing from my CEO - Trailer

[borkunlimited]

Luke & Kieran's Bakery Attack(s) - 3

Running around the N109 zone takes energy and what is the best way to deal with that? Buying pastries and paying for them later, of course! (They are not stealing if you plan to pay.) Yet, that is only half the fun because what they really come for in that little bakery is that cute sheep hybrid who holds a grudge on them till kingdom come. A Sheep Hybrid! Reader x Wolf Hybrid! Luke & Kieran Tags: Luke x Reader, Kieran x Reader, Fluff, Banter, Predator/Prey Chapter Summary: In which Luke and Kieran brings you to see their greatest prank yet. Author's Note: Finally getting back to this! AO3 Attack Count: 1 / 2 / 3 This is a side story of Take Your Time, Miss Deer (Dragon Hybrid! Sylus x Deer Hybrid! Reader)

Attack # 3: Two Jackets Plus 1

“What is this supposed to be?”

“A sheep.”

“Your sheep sucks, Luke,” you pointed out, looking at the video you took of him drawing something in the air using one of the sparklers they brought with them on the rooftop of the building currently under construction all three of you are standing right now.

It was a school night.

You shouldn’t be here but they both said they are about to give the N109 zone an unforgettable night (“Sheepie, it’s going to be so grand!”, that’s what they kept telling you when you followed them out of your bedroom window.)

“Your wolf isn’t any better,” Kieran commented, showing you his phone and he snickered when you slapped his arm.

“It isn’t a wolf, it’s a cat.”

“Oh so here we are drawing your likeness and you did someone else’s?”

“That’s the cat you dump in our bakery, dumbass.”

Technically, they didn’t dump the cat the boss set aside during a shootout near the miss’ tailor shop.

“The correct phrase is leaving Mr. Orange under your temporary care,” Luke said, his arm wrapped around your shoulders while he took a video of his brother doing another attempt of drawing a sheep using a sparkler which is beginning to look more like a cloud.

“You guys could have at least dropped a bag of cat food at home,” you mumbled, pulling their jackets closer to you.

Their jackets because when you complained you were cold, both of them were quick to drape theirs and even when you need just one, it is clear that they won’t take no for an answer.

It isn’t so bad having two, especially when you are just wearing a thin cardigan and pajamas underneath.

“We can just go shopping with you for Mr. Orange,” Kieran shrugged, midway on trying to create another sheep using his sparkler and sure, you are fine with that but they are basically driving you broke (A parfait costs too much these days and it didn’t help you cover for their tab back at the bakery!) so you replied:

“We split the bill.”

“Damn, we are actually going to be the one paying, cream puff, but if you insist-”, Luke said playfully then he laughed when you shake his arm, the last seconds of the video most likely blurry.

“No, no, you handle the finances, I do the services.”

“Don’t know, marshmallow, doesn’t sound like equality to me.”

“You’re a piece of shit, Luke.”

“That’s not how you talk to your financers, sheepie,” Kieran replied, poking your cheek and making you huff in the process before he held your wrist, leading you to sit on one of the crate boxes nearby.

Aside from the sparklers and snacks they have brought with them, nothing gave away what exactly they are planning to show you that all of you should be here, sneaking inside a private property that Mr. Sylus probably owns.

“We love it when the boss gives us this kind of assignment,” Luke laughed, borderline maniacally, and you swear if you aren’t friends with them, you would have run away as far as possible ("What if they eat you up?", your older brother's words echoed inside your head but you still hang out with Luke and Kieran.)

“We’ll let you do the honors,” Kieran grinned beneath his mask, handing you a remote and he pointed at the red button, “Press it for a surprise.”

“If you dragged me here to just glitter bomb me again we will no longer be friends.”

They know it was just playful banter and yet-

-Their grins falter slightly at your words even when you are completely oblivious, your attention towards the item.

(They don’t get cold easily but suddenly, the night breeze has a certain bite on their skin.)

“What? That’s so lame. We don’t repeat pranks,” Luke huffed, his chuckle slightly strained as he sat at your right, “Now scoot over.”

“We’re professionals,” Kieran quickly added, and the small fear that ran up their spines quickly disappeared in favor of getting as close as possible to you, his shoulders touching yours just like his brother’s, “So hit the button, sheepie, we don’t have all night.”

Their tails wagging this hard means whatever they want you to see, it is thoroughly planned out (Get pranked by them multiple times and you will know the gravity of their prank based on their tails alone.)

Fine, since you are already here.

Nothing happened at first when you pushed the button and you were about to throw it straight to either of their faces (Doesn’t matter who gets hit.) until the entire dark surroundings lit up.

The night sky of the N109 zone is filled with colorful lights going in different directions and when you think that’s it, it is followed by a series of fireworks forming a sheep.

No wonder why they wanted to brag it off to someone.

“Boss said to set them on fire after what the owners of the warehouses did outside Miss Deer’s shop.”

“Of course we could have just done arson and called it a day but you gotta send a message, you know?”

The fire from the two warehouses continues to flicker and the sound of fireworks continue to boom followed by the alarms of nearby cars going off and you swear it will reach your small community where all the prey hybrids are now sleeping. 

(‘It’s those damn kids again,’ your elderly neighbor’s voice suddenly springing inside your head, complete with his face peering from his upstairs window every time he shouts at Luke and Kieran already running away.)

“You guys outdone yourself with this one.”

Perhaps they are rubbing off on you, not when there is literally a crime happening in front of you and the perpetrators are sitting on both of your sides but then again, this is the N109 zone.

This is just your usual explosion, a little over the top, but yeah.

“You finally said something nice for once, sheepie,” Luke grinned, poking your right cheek.

“We can’t believe it would take fireworks for you to say that. You really do have high standards, cream puff,” Kieran added, poking your left cheek.

(Which is understandable. Girls like you deserve the best after all.)

Good thing you are busy rolling your eyes at them as you snack on the chips they brought along that you didn’t notice how hard their tails are wagging just by that compliment alone.

Maybe they’ll ask the boss if he has other buildings he wants to blow up when they get back.

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Using the front door to your home that also serves as your family’s bakery is a foreign concept to Luke and Kieran.

The boss wants them to get something sweet for Miss Deer? They’ll just go via the back door, much easier that way and they get extra especially when your parents are there 

(“Oh, it’s your friends again!”, your mama will exclaim and your papa is already setting a bag of treats for them as well on the go.)

Your older brother is keeping a lookout for them? That dumb dog doesn’t know they can climb their way inside your home via the attic window.

(“Look at marshmallow during her kindergarten graduation!”, Luke snickered, opening one of the old photo albums stacked in one pile followed by the sound of the camera from Kieran’s phone going off.)

They want to remind you they are still alive and breathing? A wall run, a few jumps on the ledges, and a quick push of your bedroom window would do the trick. 

(Of course, they only do that when they know you are in your room or they know you are on your way up. “Don’t you guys have your own room back at Mr. Sylus’ house?”, you grumbled and they snickered, telling you their room doesn’t have an angry sheep in it.)

It was close to midnight when the three of you got back, the two of them helping you step inside your room through your window with Kieran telling you it wouldn’t be too bad if you break your leg if you fall down. (“That means we get to hang out more,” he explained and you huffed, “Right. At my own expense.”)

You immediately collapse on top of your bed, sinking on top of the cold blankets, cool enough on your skin that you may not be able to wake up with the ten alarms you have set that have a 5 minute interval.

“Why are you guys still here?”, you mumbled against your pillow, pulling your stuffed blue heeler plushie near you. “I still have school tomorrow.”

Your small bed creaked slightly, their weights pressing down and honestly, they are yet to figure out how exactly you know they are staring but they will eventually. The answer must lie to one of the books about prey hybrids that the boss reads every now and then.

“Our jackets, madame.”

“It is cold, our dear holiest sheep, so if you will be so kind to return them-”

Kieran didn’t finish his sentence, not when you already threw in their faces their jackets.

Even when they both look and sound identical at a quick glance, there are still subtle differences that usually only the two of them know.

One of them is how their clothes fit.

One would be quick to assume that they share the same size in clothes but their uniforms that the boss had tailored fit for them have a one and a half inch margin of difference.

Still, it isn’t much but Luke always complains if he wears Kieran’s by accident.

Yet, two becomes three because you always-

-You always get who owns which.

“You know we can loan them out to you,” Luke snickered, putting on his jacket, his brother mirroring his action.

“No thanks, you smell weird, Luke,” you grumbled, pulling the blankets over your head, a signal that you really do need to sleep or else you will be in that state where you think you are awake for the class but already doing an astral projection.

(Hopefully, you can sneak a few minutes of nap time on the way to school when riding the train.)

“Hey, take that back!”

“I told you to shower.”

“I did! Don’t ruin my rep to her, idiot!”

“Spraying deodorant doesn’t count-”

“Please, I just want to sleep,” you moaned against your pillow, your voice breaking their one of many disagreements and of course, Luke just had to appeal to your good graces by acting like a kicked wolf pup (It doesn’t work but 99% of every person who use this tactic quit before they win big.)

“I guess no good night kiss-”

Kieran was quick to cover his brother’s mouth with his hand, getting a hint that any more banter tonight and they will not be in your good side for quite awhile.

“Right, night, cream puff,” Kieran said and he let out a sigh of relief when you nodded under your blanket, too tired to argue with his brother’s unique tricks as they made their way out and onto the night.

“Maybe I am the one who was born first.”

“I heard that, dumbass!”

Every now and then, the younger twin forgets that the older one can also hear his thoughts and as the high of seeing you finally subside with every step they take further, further from your home, from the quiet neighborhood of this small community of prey hybrids, until the only image running in their minds is the reflection of fireworks of various colors on your eyes, Luke finally spoke.

“Did I really smell that bad today?”

“We both have good sniffers. Use yours.”

Luke doesn’t have to see the grin behind Kieran’s mask to know his twin is counting this as a victory in this playful competition for you even when they agreed to share.

Luke - 0

Kieran - 1

“I am going to beat his ass then we’ll be even.”

“Not if I beat yours first, Luke.”

Every now and then, the older twin forgets that the younger can hear his thoughts too.

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Author's Note: I have always wanted to write a coming of age fic because I snort media like Skip and Loafer as if they will be removed from the internet tomorrow.

AO3

Attack Count: 1 / 2 / 3

[earthlybeam]

Part 2 continue reading below.

I can’t even explain how much I love writing about Gil-galad—he’s everything! He deserves nothing less than the absolute best words I can give him. This is for real Gil-galad Supremacy ✨🫶🔥❤️‍🔥

Gil-galad would react to his human S/O organising him a birthday party, complete with homemade gift, and baking and decorating him a birthday cake

Part 1 here

✨👑🏵️ 𝓖𝓲𝓵-𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭 🏵️👑✨

🜲 You step closer to him, smiling as you carefully take the pendant from his hands. Gil-galad watches you with a soft, awed expression, as though he still can’t fully grasp the depth of what you’ve done for him. His gaze is tender and full of gratitude, the pendant glimmering faintly in your hands as you reach up to place it around his neck.“Let me help you with this,” you say softly, your voice gentle, intimate, and full of warmth. Standing close to him, you carefully fasten the chain, your fingers brushing against his hair at the back of his neck. Once the star-shaped pendant is in place, it rests perfectly against his chest, catching the golden light of the setting sun.

🜲 You take a small step back to admire your work, your hands lingering lightly on his shoulders. “It suits you,” you murmur, tilting your head as you gaze up at him. “A symbol of who you are—my brightest star, my guiding light.” Gil-galad’s breath hitches at your words, and his hands instinctively come up to rest on yours, which are still on his shoulders. The tips of his long fingers lightly brush against your skin, his touch reverent. “You honor me more than I deserve, meleth-nîn,” he says, his voice unsteady yet full of emotion. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt more seen, more loved, than I do in this moment.”

🜲 Smiling, you step closer and rise on your toes to press a soft kiss to the tip of his sensitive ear. His breath catches audibly, his hands gripping your arms a little tighter as his eyes flutter shut. You take the chance to whisper into his ear, your voice low and full of love. “You are everything, Gil-galad. Not just to your people, but to me. You’ve carried so much for so long, but today is about you. You deserve every ounce of love, joy, and peace in this world—and I’ll make sure you have it, always.” For a moment, he is utterly still, as though your words have rooted him to the spot. Then, he exhales a shaky breath, his head dipping as though to hide his face, though you can see the faint glimmer of tears in his eyes again. “Your words… your love… they are the greatest treasures I could ever receive,” he whispers.

🜲 You give him a moment to collect himself before gently taking his hand and leading him toward the table, where the cake sits waiting. As you approach, you light the candles, their flickering glow casting a warm light against the evening backdrop. The stars above Lindon now shine faintly, as if blessing the moment. You gesture for him to sit, and as he does, you begin to sing “Happy Birthday,” your voice soft and slightly playful, but filled with affection. Gil-galad watches you the entire time, his lips curving into a smile that is equal parts amusement, wonder, and pure love. When the song ends, you grin at him, leaning close to the table. “Make a wish,” you say, your tone conspiratorial, as if you’re sharing a secret. “And don’t tell me what it is, or it won’t come true.” Gil-galad chuckles softly at your words, a deep, melodic sound that fills the quiet garden. He looks at the cake, the candles flickering like tiny stars, and for a moment, his expression turns thoughtful. Then, with a soft breath, he closes his eyes and leans forward, blowing out the candles. The flames disappear, and the warm light dims for just a moment before the lanterns around the garden seem to glow a little brighter.

🜲 When he looks back at you, there is a twinkle in his eye that wasn’t there before. “I don’t need to make a wish,” he says, his voice soft yet firm, “because everything I could ever hope for is already here—with you.” His words take your breath away, and as you sit down beside him, his hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “Thank you,” he whispers, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “For this, for everything. You’ve turned what was once just another day into a memory I will carry forever.” You smile up at him, your hand resting on top of his, and together, the two of you sit under the stars, basking in the warmth of each other’s presence and the light of love that fills the air around you.

(His Lil tongue 👅 playing peak a boo)

🜲 You pick up the delicate knife and begin to cut into the cake, the blade sliding effortlessly through the soft sponge layers. The gentle aroma of elderflower and honey fills the air, mingling with the sweetness of wild berries and the faint floral note of lavender. As you place the first slice on a plate and offer it to Gil-galad, his expression is one of curiosity and anticipation. “This is beautiful,” he says, marveling at the intricate design of the cake as you pass him a fork. “It’s almost a shame to eat it. You truly thought of everything, didn’t you?”

🜲 “Well,” you tease lightly, sitting beside him and picking up a fork of your own, “a king deserves a feast, doesn’t he? But you’re not just going to look at it, are you? Taste it.” Gil-galad chuckles softly, his deep voice warm and filled with affection. “How could I refuse, with you watching so intently?” He takes a small bite, his elegant movements always carrying a natural grace. The flavors seem to bloom across his senses, his expression softening as he savors the unique blend of the elderflower sponge, the silky vanilla cream, and the delicate sweetness of the berries. “This… this is extraordinary,” he says after a moment, his eyes meeting yours, filled with sincere admiration. “I’ve tasted the finest dishes crafted by the hands of Elves, but nothing has ever compared to this. You’ve captured Lindon itself in a cake, meleth-nîn. How do you do it?”

🜲 “Love and a bit of human stubbornness,” you reply with a grin, reaching for a piece of cake yourself. But as you watch him take another bite, an idea forms in your mind—a playful one. Before he can react, you hold out a small forkful of cake toward him. “Here, let me,” you say, your voice innocent, though there’s a mischievous glint in your eyes. Gil-galad raises a brow but leans in, humor sparkling in his gaze as he indulges you. He takes the offered bite from your fork, his lips brushing lightly against the metal. “You spoil me,” he murmurs with a chuckle, but as he speaks, a small smear of cream remains at the corner of his mouth. “Oh no, look what I’ve done,” you say, feigning innocence as you lean closer. Your thumb brushes the corner of his lips, as though to wipe it away—but rather than stopping there, you gently trace the cream down toward his chin, leaving a playful streak. Gil-galad blinks, caught off guard for a moment. “You missed a spot,” he says dryly, clearly aware of your antics now.

🜲 “Did I?” you say with exaggerated surprise, leaning in even closer. Before he can respond, you tilt your head and press your lips to the cream on his chin, licking it away with deliberate slowness. His sharp inhale is audible, his hands twitching slightly on the table as if unsure whether to pull you closer or simply let you carry on. “Meleth-nîn,” he says, his voice both amused and slightly strained, “you are a dangerous creature.” You pull back just enough to meet his gaze, a cheeky smile playing on your lips. “Dangerous? I’m just making sure my cake presentation is flawless,” you reply, laughing softly.

🜲 Gil-galad shakes his head, though his laughter joins yours, low and warm. “You are impossible. A force to be reckoned with.” Despite his words, his hand comes up to rest lightly on your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin in a gesture of pure affection. “But I wouldn’t have you any other way.” You beam at him, feeling a warm rush of affection as you reach for another forkful of cake. “I’ll let you get me back later, but for now, finish your cake,” you tease. “You still haven’t had enough to judge if it’s truly worthy of the High King.” Gil-galad leans closer, his smile softening. “Worthy? It is perfect. As is everything you do, my beloved.” His words send a pleasant shiver down your spine, but the moment is lightened as he takes another bite of cake, still smiling at you like you’re the brightest star in all the heavens. And perhaps to him, you are.

(The smile in this so cute 🥰)

🜲 As the last bite of cake is savored, you notice the subtle shift in the air. The breeze carries the faintest rustle of leaves, and the light of the star-shaped lanterns hanging from the branches above casts a soft, golden glow over the private garden. The scene feels almost magical, the backdrop of Lindon’s hills and sea stretching into the distance, touched by the silver light of evening. Gil-galad sets his plate aside, his fingers brushing yours briefly as you gather it. He studies you for a moment, his deep, blue-gray eyes filled with a mixture of affection and curiosity.

🜲 “Thank you for this,” he says, his voice low, reverent. “Not just for the celebration, but for everything. You’ve given me a moment I will cherish for all my days.” You smile warmly, reaching out to take his hand in yours. “Well,” you say softly, “I’m not done yet. There’s one more thing.” Standing, you gently tug him to his feet. His movements are fluid and graceful, but there’s a hint of curiosity in his gaze as he allows you to guide him to the open space beneath the glowing lanterns. The soft, golden light sways with the gentle breeze, casting delicate patterns across the ground.

🜲 “What are you up to now, meleth-nîn?” he asks, his tone playful yet tender. You step closer, sliding your hands up to rest on his shoulders as you look up at him. “Just one dance,” you whisper. “No music, no distractions. Just us.” His expression softens, and without hesitation, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you gently closer. “You know the Elves of Lindon could hear even the faintest music if it were playing,” he murmurs, the teasing lilt in his voice accompanied by the warmth in his gaze. “But I find the sound of your heart far sweeter.” Your breath catches at his words, but you tilt your head and smile. “Then listen closely, because it beats just for you.”

🜲 Slowly, the two of you begin to sway together, the rhythm dictated not by music but by the natural cadence of your bodies and the love that binds you. His hands are steady on your waist, his touch light yet firm, and his movements graceful as though he were born to dance. You, by contrast, move more simply, but there is an intimacy in how you follow his lead, in how you fit together so seamlessly. The lanterns above sway gently in the breeze, casting fleeting light across his face. You catch glimpses of the way his features soften—his eyes fixed only on you, his lips curling into the faintest smile. You feel his warmth, his steady presence grounding you, even as your heart seems to soar.

🜲 Neither of you speaks for a long moment. The only sounds are the rustle of leaves and the distant crashing of waves far below. The stars above seem to shine brighter, as though bearing witness to this quiet, sacred moment between the two of you. When Gil-galad finally breaks the silence, his voice is hushed, like a prayer meant only for you. “Do you know what you mean to me?” he asks. “You’ve not only shared my days, meleth-nîn—you’ve brightened them, filled them with joy I never thought I would feel again. You are my light in this world.”

🜲 His words make your chest tighten, your emotions catching you off guard. You lean closer, pressing your forehead against his, letting your eyes flutter shut as you whisper, “And you are mine. My anchor, my star. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here, with you.” The dance slows further, your movements becoming almost still as you simply hold onto each other. It is as if time itself has stopped, leaving only the two of you in this perfect, fleeting moment.

🜲 And then, as if the stars themselves wish to honor the High King’s birthday, a single firework blooms in the sky. The sound is distant but sharp, the explosion unfurling into a cascade of brilliant colors—silver and gold that rain down like stars upon the backdrop of Lindon. You both stop, turning slightly to look up, but neither of you lets go. The firework lights Gil-galad’s face, and you can see the soft wonder in his expression as his gaze shifts back to you. Without a word, he cups your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin, and lowers his lips to yours.

🜲 The kiss is slow, tender, and filled with every ounce of love and devotion he has for you. His lips are warm and soft, lingering as though he wishes to pour all the unspoken words of his heart into this one gesture. You kiss him back with equal tenderness, your hands slipping up to tangle in his hair as the distant firework fades, leaving only the warmth of each other. When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, and his voice is a whisper. “I wished for you long ago, though I thought it impossible. Yet here you are, my heart’s greatest treasure.” You smile, your own voice catching as you reply, “And you are mine, for as long as you’ll have me.” Gil-galad chuckles softly, his arms tightening around you. “Forever, meleth-nîn. Forever and beyond.”

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 (𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from episodes 5 & 6 ( "eat at baratie!" & "the chef and the chore boy" ) of the netflix live action one piece series. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ how about we sail away as fast as we can? ❜

❛ about the battle, you wanna talk about it? ❜

❛ there's something on the breeze. smells like butter. soy sauce. and meat. ❜

❛ think he has brain damage? ❜

❛ i smell food, which means that there's someone somewhere cooking. ❜

❛ what's a... baratie? ❜

❛ let's eat! ❜

❛ you'll have to excuse them. they're idiots. ❜

❛ wanna take this outside? ❜

❛ are you asking me to dance? 'cause i kind of had my eye on that blonde at table eight. ❜

❛ i call it a true bluefin sauté. it's elephant tuna, seared asparagus, in a sweet soy reduction. ❜

❛ if i gotta sling one more prime rib medium-well, i am going to drop dead of boredom, you old shitbag! ❜

❛ this ain't gonna be a fight. i'm just going to kill him. ❜

❛ hi, welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambience is the food. ❜

❛ one of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal? ❜

❛ apologies, madam, i didn't see you there. ❜

❛ something wrong with your eye? ❜

❛ just blinded by your beauty. ❜

❛ nami's got a boyfriend. ❜

❛ did i catch you in the middle of something? ❜

❛ just killing some time. ❜

❛ who's the quarry? ❜

❛ doesn't sound like much of a challenge. ❜

❛ why are you after me? ❜

❛ you woke me from my nap. ❜

❛ i can't eat another bite. but it's so good. ❜

❛ who the hell is monkey d. luffy? ❜

❛ i don't even think there's liquor in this. it tastes just like candy. ❜

❛ who's ready for another drink? my treat. ❜

❛ i don't really do regret. no point in looking back. ❜

❛ sometimes, when i try to look ahead, all i see is back. ❜

❛ you know, you're a really good cook. ❜

❛ if a man is hungry, i feed him. ❜

❛ what are you carrying around that's so heavy? ❜

❛ i bet i know more about you than you do about me. ❜

❛ i guess something about you, you drink. you guess something about me, i drink.❜

❛ i have business with your captain. if you know what's good for you, you'll hand him over. ❜

❛ i've been following your career since i was a child. it's an honor to finally meet you, sir. which is why it pains me to inform you that tomorrow... you're going to die. ❜

❛ accept my challenge. you'll see how serious i am. ❜

❛ you want me to say you're the best? you're the best. okay? ❜

❛ you're the best i've ever seen, but you are not better than him. ❜

❛ why do you give a shit? ❜

❛ because you're my friend, you idiot. ❜

❛ you said it yourself. you don't have any friends. ❜

❛ what is that? i'm here for a sword fight. ❜

❛ i don't hunt rabbits with a cannon. ❜

❛ you're brave. i'll give you that. ❜

❛ wounds on the back are a swordsman's greatest shame. ❜

❛ this world could use a few more wild cards. ❜

❛ it's too soon for you to die. grow strong and come find me. i'll be waiting. ❜

❛ you could never fail me. ❜

❛ look, i'm not gonna lie to you. he's lost a lot of blood. it might be too late for him. but it might not be. ❜

❛ he's got one foot in each world right now, caught between life and death. you have to find a way to keep him tethered to our world. ❜

❛ nice of you to announce yourself. ❜

❛ i don't take orders. not even from the likes of you. ❜

❛ what's the matter? don't like fish? ❜

❛ if you don't want the fish, i got two-inch t-bones in the kitchen. or maybe you're in the mood for saffron risotto? ❜

❛ i can make anything. just tell me what you want. ❜

❛ being a captain, it's the toughest job in the world, okay? ❜

❛ how'd you two meet? were you on his crew or something? ❜

❛ oregano's for savages! ❜

❛ you've got a sharp tongue on you, boy. how about i cut it out and fry it up with some pig fat? ❜

❛ do what you want, but i'm not gonna die here. ❜

❛ they're all dead, except for us. ❜

❛ you ate it? you ate your own leg? ❜

❛ you don't even know me. why would you do that for a stranger? ❜

❛ so i'm gonna need you to live on. and i'm gonna need you to fulfill that dream... for both of us. ❜

❛ have any idea what that's like? having someone lose a limb to save your life? ❜

❛ sometimes, when you are in charge, you have to make the tough decisions. ❜

❛ i'd do anything to save him. anything. except stand in the way of his dream. ❜

❛ isn't there something that you want? something more than anything else in this world? ❜

❛ not everyone gets to follow their dreams. ❜

❛ did you not hear what i just said? they are hunting you. we need to run. ❜

❛ i can't let innocent people get hurt because of me. ❜

❛ i hear you're looking for me. ❜

❛ so this is the pirate i've heard so much about? ❜

❛ do you know who i am, boy? ❜

❛ how'd you even know how to find me? ❜

❛ if you bow down to me, i might even let you serve in my kingdom. ❜

❛ i don't bow down to any man. ❜

❛ i told you in the bar i didn't have any friends, but the truth is, i couldn't let myself have them... because i always end up hurting the people closest to me. ❜

❛ why waste your time killing a devil fruit eater? let the sea do it for you. ❜

❛ what is your problem? ❜

❛ me? i'm fine. you're the one with the problem. ❜

❛ you're not gonna be anything, not if you stay here. ❜

❛ it's not like i can just leave. ❜

❛ don't you get it? it's one thing to have a dream. it's another to go after it. ❜

❛ you want my permission? you got it. ❜

❛ i didn't know what to say before, but i know what to say now, and it's so simple. i need you. ❜

❛ you gonna keep talking, or let me get some sleep? ❜

❛ i vow to stand by your side from now until the end. ❜

❛ you're my captain, and i'm your first mate. ❜

❛ heard you guys need a cook. ❜

❛ why are we bringing the waiter? ❜

❛ you keep your feet dry. ❜

❛ you know, all these years, living under your shitty roof, cooking at your shitty restaurant... i owe you my life! ❜

❛ thank you for putting up with my shit all these years, old man. ❜

❛ i'll never forget you! ❜

[ohgeeeznotagain]

Fear Not the Fire

Greetings, fellow humans! Insert "finally remembered our password" jokes here 🤓. In the mad dash to finish our album last year and start promoting it, we sort of completely forgot to do anything with this platform. I don't know how many of you keep tabs on Oh Geeez, Not Again music on Tumblr, but if that's you - we're glad you're here and we hope you're doing ok. 🙂 Wanted to catch you up to speed on the big events of our expedition since last June.

1. Our album MAPMAKER is out now! 🗺️

Telling the story of leaving the comforts of home for the limitless dangers and possibilities of the forest. MAPMAKER is a coming of age story that at some point all of us must face.

Along the way, you’ll find joy, defeat, fear, acceptance, and maybe even defy the odds and get the happy ending you’ve always dreamed of. But the only way to find out is to start. To leave behind the familiar and face the unknown. 

Pack your boots and jacket, and put a song in your heart. Your expedition departs now 🌲

Listen to MAPMAKER on all platforms here:

2. We played our first headlining show!!

To celebrate the release of MAPMAKER, we were honored to take the stage at Anodyne Coffee for our first-ever headlining show! It was an amazing night, and we were grateful to share the moment with so many of our friends!

We captured the moment in our latest music video. Catch the video for "Mapmaker" - the album's title track - right here:

3. Our year-end Livestream from Park Street

To close out 2024, we had the opportunity to go live on YouTube from Port Washington's Park Street studios. It was an honor to spend the afternoon with the fine folks at Park Street and virtually send out the year of MAPMAKER with friends from around the world!

Tune in to the full stream here:

4. WE'RE GOING ON TOUR!!! 🚐

We're so excited to announce that we'll be taking the Oh Geeez, Not Again expedition to more folks than ever before this year! Our first mini BLAZE A TRAIL tour kicks off on April 1, and we hope that we'll get to see YOU there! While this is a small start, we hope that it will lead to bigger things down the road. It is our goal to bring our expedition to the whole world some day!

Tickets and current information are listed here on our all-new website. Info will be updated as final ticket links become available! Hope to see you on the road:

Finally, as 2025 looks to be a year of upheaval around the world, we hope that our music can be a space of inspiration for you wherever you are on your journey. We're so fortunate to have such a diverse and creative group of friends and followers who we've met through our music, and the whole message of MAPMAKER is finding a way to hold onto your dreams and passions in a world that wants to strike them down. Whatever it is that you're getting up for every day, I hope that it sustains you through the times of doubt and fear. And whenever the monsters should find you, we hope you hear the words of "Conifer":

Fear not the fire, the glowing eyes They deal delusion, they seek divides But should they trap you, the trees will give you rest

I hope that our music can be one of those sheltering trees for you. We make these songs for all of you, and if they inspire you to keep creating, believing, or simply existing, then that's the greatest honor to us.

Safe travels, - Sean 🧡

[brandoscomet]

can i req diego x gn!vampire reader thats lowk obsessed with him in a fanboyish way (like if itabags and oshikatsu existed in the 1890’s reader would have a shit ton of diego stuff) and its just been like that since they were kids (except it was way more subtle) but with reader becoming a vampire it just got more intense. I think it would be silly because Diego’s ego is already as big as his boobs so with reader basically frothing at the mouth at being able to race with him again his ego is THRIVING.

also can i be 🦇 anon hehe :3

Oh my gosh heyyy!! I used to read a lot of Diego x reader, and I kept seeing a 🦇non asking for vampire stuff on other blogs. I'm low-key honored you found me and it's super cool getting a request from you! Also I totally love Diego, he's such an obnoxious asshole I can't get enough of him lol

A Rekindled Flame - Diego Brando x Vampire!Fan!Childhood Friend!Reader

When you had found out your now-famous childhood friend would be participating in the Steel Ball Run, you'd shrouded yourself head-to-toe in black clothing to block the sun's rays, gathered the money you needed to participate, and headed off on your horse to the starting site. In any other circumstance, you would have forgotten about it and stayed home. But after you'd been turned into a vampire, your senses and emotions were heightened tenfold. So you'd gone to the race, sought him out, and caught up to him during the first leg of the race and reconnected, and you weren't planning to leave his side after that.

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You and Diego had stopped for the night, pitching your tents. Finally, under the light of the moon, you could remove your shroud to reveal your pale, almost translucent skin to the open air. "I was so excited when I'd found out you were gonna be in this race," you admitted. "Oh? How come?" Diego questioned.

"Because it meant I got to race with you again, just like old times. This race was open to anyone who could cough up the money, so I was really hoping you'd sign up." You sat down next to him by the campfire Diego had made. "Hm, of course you'd pack up and come running at the opportunity to race against me. I am the greatest, after all." He said. Half expecting some playful banter in exchange, you surprised him when you agreed with him. "Yeah, you really are. I watch every race of yours that I can make it to. You really inspire me, Diego."

He seemed to pause for a minute, taken aback by the compliment. It's not a foreign concept to him at all, being showered with praise. However, it felt different getting one from somebody who actually knows him as a person instead of just another fan giving him attention because of his fame or talents. It was something genuine.

You were SO feeding his ego. And he was loving it.

"So," He began, a shit-eating grin on his face. "How long have you been daydreaming about racing with me again for?"

"I dunno. Probably since I saw your first professional race. I remembered how you were when we were kids and I've been a huge fan ever since. I even had one of my friends get an autograph for me when I couldn't go to see you. You were really nice to me growing up and I was really excited to talk to you again. That's why I'm here right now."

"I remember you from back then." He said. "You were.... very pleasant to be around." You could tell he struggled to say that, but you took it as a win anyways. If Diego was complimenting anybody but himself, especially you, it had to mean you really meant something to him. "Not to get all mushy on you, but you were one of the only people who really showed any concern for me once my mom died. I still remember you for that." His sentiment, while shocking, was sweet, and you appreciated it. However, things took a bit of a turn when he asked you, "You were also a lot more tanned back then. Not to be rude, but why are you so pale now? Do you not get outside much?"

"Oh," You said flatly. "That. Yeah, it's just-- I got sick. I got sick a few years ago and it changed me. That's why I wear a cloak that covers my whole body. I get sunburnt really easily because of it, too." As much as you trusted him, you weren't sure how kindly he would take to finding out you were a vampire, so you lied. "Ah. Okay. Well, it's good that you're okay now, though, right?" He commented, standing up and declaring, "Because now, I can beat you in this race!"

He stood for a second as you both laughed, and then turned away and walked to his tent. "Well, I'll see you in the morning. I'm planning on leaving early, so if you want to come with me, you'd better be prepared. Goodnight!" "I'll be ready, Diego. 'Night!" you responded, stomping out the fire and heading to your tent as well.

Though he likely won't admit it, Diego was glad you were here, too. It was rare to find genuine, heartfelt connections when he started down the career path to being a jockey. It was really convenient and honestly, nice, to have someone he had history with by his side. The way you whole-heartedly believed he was great really fueled his self-esteem (which he had no shortage of, but he'd take it any day regardless) gave him even more confidence and an even greater ambition to win the Steel Ball Run and show the entire country what he's really capable of. As he lay on his bedroll, he caught himself looking forward to sticking by you throughout the rest of the race.

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[soulofamy]

Noob Saibot: "If you die here, no one would notice." Syzoth: "You forget Ashrah. She would avenge me."

a ficlet inspired by this intro dialogue, detailing the event syzoth is referencing in his reminder to bihan

Ashrah sat in silence at Syzoth's bedside, her eyes not once leaving his face as she chewed her bottom lip. He laid unconscious on his bed, his skin pale and his lower jaw quivering. Several blankets had been laid across him and devices Ashrah had learned were called a 'space heaters' projected warmth at him from either side.

The healer said he would be fine... she thought to herself. It will be alright. Syzoth is resilient.

And yet, Ashrah couldn't help but wonder if the healer was wrong. Though he laid dormant now in his humanoid form, he was still coldblooded. How it was Syzoth was even breathing now was nothing short of miraculous to her.

Bihan...

Ashrah's eyes narrowed at the memory, her fists balled in her lap. There was nothing honorable about how he fought. His ego would not allow him to accept his defeat with grace. Syzoth paid the price when Bihan sent a blast of his cryomancy at him, freezing him in place. In that moment, watching her friend suspended, Ashrah lost her ability to hear, all sound muffled by the sounds of her blood rushing. Raiden said he had never heard her scream the way she did before. Ashrah did not recall screaming, and yet her throat still ached. Bihan would not have come out of that encounter alive had it not been for Raiden prying her off of him.

She willed herself to look down at her lap and unfurled her hands, turning them up to inspect her palms. Such blind rage was uncharacteristic of her. Not even Quan Chi had ever been able to elicit that sort of ire. She was still unsure what had come over her in that moment. A sort of fear, perhaps. A fear that if anyone so much as touched Syzoth in the wrong way at that moment, his life would be forfeit. A fear that in an instant, she would lose her closest friend, her greatest confidant, the one person who truly understood her. She looked back up to study his face before reaching out to hold his hand as it peeked out from under the blankets.

"You will never tread this close to death again as long as I draw breath," she declared, her voice a murmur. Her thumb brushed the back of his still frigid hand. "Anyone who harms someone as precious to me as you are will not live long enough to regret it."

A small gasp escaped her as she heard him give a low groan. She watched him hopefully as he shut his eyes before they fluttered open.

"Syzoth?" Ashrah breathed, her hand leaving his.

He gave her an exhausted look before grunting and sitting up. "A-Ashrah..." he croaked through his shivers. "W-what ha-"

Before he could finish his sentence, she shifted onto the edge of his bed and wrapped her arms around him, her head resting on his shoulder. "Thank the Elder gods you are alright."

Syzoth stiffened in her hold and for a moment, she worried she had hurt him. Her hold on him loosened and she began to separate from him with a concerned expression before his arms encircled her to bring her close.

"P-please don't let go..." he murmured, his tone bashful. His chin lowered down to rest on her shoulder and she felt him continue to jitter against her.

A warmth blossomed on Ashrah's cheeks as she resumed her hold on him, resting her cheek on his shoulder while she held him. "We can stay like this for as long as you need," she responded.

[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 10/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

Yknow,

The more I think about it...

This is looking a lot more like an Infected AU.

P.S. already apologies for the Hamilton reference laksjdlksaj I couldn't help it.

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Lucifer is having a hard time breathing.

Beyond the safety border is a sea of red flowers of a kind Lucifer has never seen before in his lifetime. They seem to have sprouted from the crawling roots.

The King of Hell would've even said it was beautiful- he would've been in awe what with the flowers shimmering under Sloth's source of light creating serene waves whose sounds can lull one to sleep.

He would have.. if it weren't for what's coming out of it.

A thick, black miasma is seeping its way out of the flowers' mouths causing the suffocating air in the previously cleanest place in all of hell.

Roo's presence is more prominent than ever. Belphegor and her people at the site are all wearing masks to protect themselves from the dark mist.

Belphegor's voice makes him come down from the skies.

Belphegor: Lucifer!

Lucifer: What is this?

Belphegor: Sloth lost power for an hour which we guess is Roo's doing. When it came back... all these flowers were here. Most inhaled a bit of the miasma but no immediate effects. We have required everyone to put on a mask to be sure. With the sudden onset of this presumably toxic air, evacuation to Lust is starting earlier than expected.

Lucifer: That's good.

Belphegor: The sealing ritual will start in a day or two. Satan wants to be sure there are no more surprises once we start.

Lucifer: He's right. t will just be a waste of time and resources.

Belphegor: ...Lucifer?

Lucifer: Hmm?

Belphegor: Will I lose your respect if I admit that I'm afraid?

Lucifer turns to his old friend (sibling, really), eyes growing soft.

Lucifer: As long as you won't lose yours for me.

Belphegor: You're afraid?

Lucifer: Yes. Just like I was when I rebelled against heaven. Or when I was made King of Hell. Or when Charlie was born. I'm as afraid now as I was before.

Belphegor: Oh..

Lucifer: Am I worth any less to you now?

Belphegor: No! Of course not! You will always be my, our, King. When you say jump, we ask how high. If you wish to go to war with Heaven, we shall ask when.

Lucifer smiles a bit. He was just teasing Belphegor. He and the Sins have endured Hell's greatest hardships together- he doesn't think he can lose respect for any of them if they tried.

Lucifer: Then there's my answer.

Belphegor: I- thank you.

Lucifer: I have to get going now. The sooner I find her, the sooner I can get back.

Belphegor: Are you sure that she will provide assistance for Hell's problems?

Lucifer: Let me worry about that.

Belphegor: Of course, do be careful on your journey, Lucifer.

Lucifer: Thanks, Bel.

Lucifer mimics opening a curtain to create a portal to the living world. He's about to go through when the Sin of Sloth calls his name once more.

Belphegor: Lucifer!

His sister gives him a deep bow. Murmurs around them spur as the people of Sloth have never seen their Prince act like this before. Lucifer can't blame them, it's not like he and the Sins ever interact in public. They don't know that Belphegor and the others always make sure to show Lucifer their loyalty to him.

Belphegor: I- we- have the greatest honor to be your obedient servant.

Lucifer looks around and sees that all the people have followed suit in bowing.

Lucifer: And I you.

And with that, he finally leaves Hell.

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The moment Lucifer sets foot on Earth is a whiplash. It has been a while since he even ventured outside of Hell despite being allowed to- too guilty to leave because if the souls his actions had dammed to hell can't, then he too shouldn't-

He feels the cool breeze caress his face and play with his wings like a child would. There are birds up on the trees singing, fish in the nearby pond splashing, and then a few deers looking at him with curious eyes. Wow, Alastor's still following him.

Lucifer casts an invisibility spell on himself and prepares to fly. Once he was up in the sky, he took in one last appreciative look at the scene.

Lucifer: You've grown, Eden.

He says to no one and leaves.

A gust of strong winds suddenly blows through the forest below, causing the animals to sing their sounds along with the rustling leaves of the trees and grass.

If the fallen angel stayed a while longer, maybe he would've heard the wind utter a reply.

'We've missed you, dear angel.'

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What to look forward to in Part 11:

Luci's thoughts as he travels around Earth.

The meetup

[tianasficrecs168]

Random Naruto Fic recs

Most of these are going to be general fic recs, ones without a ship, just focused on family/friendship and whatnot.

Also I'm obsessed with time travel, so like. There's a lot of that here.

A whole bunch of abandoned works, as well, sadly. This doesn't mean they aren't worth reading just bc they're unfinished!!! Please give 'em a chance.

Edit: some fics from here have been moved to a different list (yes I figured out how to categorize stuff just now, shut up), you can find them on my Warring States Era Naruto Fics

Here's the sitch:

A black dot • means it’s a one-shot

Brackets (…) means it's still being updated/not done/WIP – and I'm paying close attention to it

(000) -> disappeared off the internet (don't worry I have a copy shh)

(general+) -> Time travel or dimension hopping – something along those lines

100demons: "Ten Years Gone" (general+) a series, one of three Thirty year old Kakashi was supposed to have been killed by Pein during the Invasion. Instead, he wakes up in the body of his twenty year old self. (It gets a lot more complicated.)

Chica Blanca: - "One Chance" (...) (general+) last update: 2020 Revenge never tasted so bitter. It never was supposed to be this useless waste of life. Now Sasuke has a chance to go back and change everything.

Frozen Shattered Roses: - “Loop” (...) (general+)                       last update: 2009 My name is Naruto and I'm cursed. I'm trapped in a loop of time, reliving the final fourteen years of my life for the third time. Only this time things will be different, because this time I have a plan to escape.

Phoenyxx: - “Unofficial adoption” (general) • A bed-ridden, sickly Kakashi receives a tiny unexpected visitor late at night, which causes a few interesting discoveries. Another moment to add to an alternate universe.

Jedi Honor Bound Ninja: - “To Be Cared For” (general) • Naruto doesn't often get sick, but when he does he knows his routine: hunker down and be miserable. But this time around maybe he can finally have a taste of what others normally have.

Laurelsblue: - “Summer Grass” (general) • There are many misconceptions about her. 20 Truths about Fuu, the Nanabi Jinchuuriki.

Blackkat: “Sweet baby, I need fresh blood” (general+) • Shukaku fixes the timeline. Grumpily. And with a lot of bloodshed.

Blackkat: “With friends like these” (general) • If she isn’t utterly mistaken, there's a flush rising in Orochimaru’s pale cheeks, one she only ever used to see when Jiraiya was being especially handsy during their genin days. It’s been a long time since Orochimaru got over that particular crush, and Tsunade stares at him now, at the averted eyes and rising color and aggrieved slant to his mouth, and feels glee bubbling up inside of her. “Really?” she says, delighted. “Who?”

Blackkat: “This is the passing of all shining things” (general) • There's a monster whispering in Minato's head, curled around his soul. It’s vast and hungry and full of fury, radiates it and basks in it and lets it spill over through the bars that cage it. If Minato had one ounce more energy, he would rage too, but— Anger is a luxury right now, an indulgence. He can't afford it.

Blackkat: “Switch It Up” (general) • Yamato is assigned to Team 7 as their jounin sensei. He may or may not be an evil mastermind, but it all works out for the better.

QuoteMyFoot: - “In The Name Of” (general) • Slowly, Sasuke forgets what 'living' is. (Post-massacre)

Searching.For.Enadi: “If the shoe fits“ (...) (general+)                     last update: 2020 Time travel. Technically, she could consider this the greatest mission she has ever undertaken, or a brilliant opportunity to finally hit the hot springs. (Or, the one where Haruno Sakura really, really needs a vacation).

Whispering Darkness: - “The life and times of Hatake Kakashi: nukenin” (...) (general+) In the sealed scroll he finds a Bingo Book – his own page marking him as an S-class nukenin with flee-on-sight orders. “Ok. That is definitely different.” In his head he blames Naruto – even if his number one unpredictable student had been nowhere near him on this mission. When things go this stupidly impossibly wrong it must somehow be the future Hokage’s fault. *it's marked as completed but the story's not done in my heart. so i live in delusional hope that it'll be updated one day

Narf—for-the-Garthoc: “Beautiful Day” (general) • Naruto focuses on his last day as Hokage and the people who mean so much to him.

Agent Malkere: - „What You Knead“ (...) (general) last update: 2022 It started, as most things did in Kakashi's life, with a mission gone wrong. (In which Kakashi accidentally acquires an emotionally healthy coping technique.)

Katlou303: - „Time Flies Like An Arrow“ (...) (general+) last update: 2021 Sakura traveled back in time with the intent of changing everything, but something went wrong, and now she's a four-year-old civilian having nightmares about impossible monsters and losing friends she has yet to meet.

Deletrear: - „Kick The Habit“ (...) (general+)                              last update: 2020 Yes, Itachi's emotional and physical well-being is his first and only priority. No, Sasuke does not have anything remotely resembling a plan to ensure this. It's fine, honestly.

Wroth_and_ruin: - „About Face“ (...) (general)                                      last update: 2017 A little yellow-haired boy saves Sakura from the bullies. And everything changes.

Elumish: - „Adoption by Defenestration; or, A Family Can Be A Fox Demon, Its Jinchuriki, and Three Dozen Highly-Trained Assassins” (general) • He will not be the ANBU who let the jinchuuriki plummet to his death out a fourth story window. Let that be another ANBU’s legacy.

Elesrea: - “Anachronistic Drift” (...) (general+) last updated: 2021                                    Her plan was flawless. Save Shisui. Save the world.

Cyan96: - “Kurama” (...) (general)                                        last update: 2018 Namikaze Minato makes a mistake. Uzumaki Kushina makes a choice. Naruto ends up growing up with a red haired, foul tempered older brother who wants Konoha to be atomized, preferably yesterday.

Dragonpyre: - “Time Travel? What the Fuck?” (...) (general+)                                                       last update: 2020 Basically, Team 7 vs. Kaguya, final smack down. Then suddenly POOF they’re twelve again and waiting to meet their sensei on team assignment day. With no way to get back they decide to stop the war before it begins, and maybe save some people along the way. But they’re twelve, how are they supposed to do that? Starring: Naruto Everyone's-My-Friend Uzumaki, Sasuke Maybe-I-Won't-Destroy-Konoha Uchiha, and Sakura Better-Than-This Haruno; with a guest appearance from Kakashi's guilt complex. We'll be in for a ride folks.

Tozette: - “Strike A Match” (general+) • Sasuke could have reversed time to save the world. He could have done it for his mother and his father, he could have done it for his clan or his village. That's... Those are sweet ideas. They're sort of like what might happen if you let Naruto imagine a motive for Sasuke to return to his hellish childhood. Save the village. Save the world. Be a hero. Sasuke makes a terrible hero.

YumeMadarame: - “I’ll fix it for you” (general+) Kurama wakes up in the dark, trapped inside a human body. The memory loss doesn't help. The Uchiha body either. When he finally understands he’s been sent years in the past, – decades, even – before Kaguya’s revival, before the devastation that had come with it, and before Naruto’s birth… he realizes he’s been given a chance to start anew. An opportunity to make things right, this time around.

Microgeek: - “Fox and Son” (...) (general) last update: 2021 Kurama has little love for humans and even less for his jailors, those Uzumaki with wind and tide in their blood, audacious enough to trap a god beneath their skins. But there is enough love left in him for his newest host, who had as little say in this life as Kurama did, and asked Kurama for friendship anyway. (In which Kurama raises a child out of love, hope, and spite, Naruto grows up to be terrifying, and Konoha collectively regrets that an ancient chakra-beast is better at parenting than they are.)

AvocadoLove: “Teach Your Children Well” (...) (general+)                    last update: 2010 What difference can one man make? After Madara and Sasuke's final attack on the village, Rokudaime Kakashi finds a time-travel scroll. Now he's Team Seven's sensei again. And this time, he's going to do things differently. 

Lolistar92: “Kit and kin” (general+) a series, one of 8 (no this isn't a typo. 8) The Sandaime is resolute when he shakes his head. “No, Kakashi. Naruto is safe where he is. Return to your post, as ordered.” Kakashi doesn’t move. “I’ll give you time to reconsider,” he says, jovial tone chilling with how juxtaposed it is from his previous killing intent. ~~~~ Or, former Rokudaime Kakashi wakes up in the body of his 14 year old self, fresh from the Kyuubi attack. He may not have been allowed to save his first pack, but he sure as hell is going to save Naruto.