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theanimeroom · 6 months ago

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Do you think you could do a NSFW on kazutora please, I just saw this picture and couldn't help but think about how perverted he is and how lonely he is, so what if we found him like this.

the moment i clicked on that picture i got kazu brain rot give me a minute 😖

MINORS DNI || NSFW BELOW THE CUT

this is never where you thought you’d end up.

you’d always imagined what it would be like to start college when you were younger. you wondered where you’d go, what you would do, what people you would meet, you even planned out exactly what your dormitory room would look like when you finished decorating.

the moment you finally stepped into your new life, walking into your new bedroom for the next year, you could feel your imagination coming to fruition. despite all the daydreams and extensive planning you went through to prepare, you never really thought past your first year of freedom.

now, four years in and almost a college graduate, you’ve found yourself in a spacious apartment with your now best friend, kazutora hanemiya. you’d both met during your sophomore year, your roommate at the time, emma, introducing you to him at a house party you were attending. you two hit it off pretty quickly, immediately becoming glued to each others side for the rest of the night, and pretty much every day after that. you spent the next two years getting close to each other until one day, kazutora offered to be your roommate after you expressed your distaste for the prices of the off campus apartments. knowing him and recognizing that it would make your life a lot easier, you agreed rather easily.

living with kazutora was rather simple, thankfully. he was somewhat tidy, always cleaning up the living spaces but constantly leaving his bedroom a hot mess. you didn’t care though, being content with the fact that he at least cleaned the main areas whenever you couldn’t. he was also quiet, you barely ever noticed when he was walking around the house until you were being startled by a hand reaching above you to grab a snack from the cabinet. you even made a ritual out of your sunday nights, always making a huge bowl of popcorn and watching every movie that you could think of until someone passed out from sleep deprivation.

the only downside that came with being so close to your roommate was that you never really got the chance to hang out with him when finals came around. you would both get so wrapped up in studying and finishing your assignments that you would barely see him in a week, let alone every day. along with this being your graduation year, that meant that you had a thesis that needed to be completed before the end of the semester, which left you with no choice but to hole yourself up in your room while you tried to perfect your work.

on this particular day you decided to work in the campus library rather than your home, growing stir crazy and weary of the four walls suffocating you. it was late, the sun long gone and being replaced by the reflection of the moon and stars. your eyes were straining from staring at your computer screen for so long, and after a 10-second too long blink, you knew that it was time to wrap up for the night. yawns and fatigued sighs constantly left your lips as you drove back to your apartment, mind racing with thoughts of your pajamas and duvet that were anxiously awaiting you.

the moment you stepped into your apartment, you could feel your shoulders slack in relief. “kazu, i’m back!” you called out, making sure to say it just loud enough for him to hear, but not too loud in case he’d fallen asleep. you knew that kazutora was also busy with his own final exams coming up, seeing him every so often with his nose in a textbook around the house, or even being told about his study sessions right before he walked out of the house.

when you were only met with silence, you silently maneuvered around the house, making sure not to be too noisy in your wake. you dragged your feet to the stairs, feeling your sleepiness kicking in with every footstep.

well at least someone went to sleep at a decent time, it’s almost 3am.

your thoughts plagued you as you tried to keep your eyes open, not paying any mind to the slight crack in the bedroom door across from yours. when you finally made it to the top of the staircase, a small whimper reverberating through the hallway caught your attention. you peeled your drooping eyes open, eyebrows furrowing as the sound filled your ears again. your gaze was diverted to kazutora’s bedroom, where the ajar door exposed the blue hue of kazutora’s room. with a slight pause, you tried to listen for another noise, wondering if you’d just started hallucinating for a second from exhaustion.

“no,” a whiney voice muttered quietly, and you knew immediately that you were in fact not hallucinating.

taking a step towards the door, you contemplated on what you should do.

is he having a nightmare?

another heavy sigh leaves the room, and you finally decided to check on him for fear of him being in trouble.

“kazu…?” you asked, standing behind the door where you couldn’t be seen or see inside. when you heard kazutora whine again, you got a bit closer. “kazu are you okay?”

you decided to peek inside just for a moment, your eyes clearing the edge of the door until you caught a glimpse of your best friend, causing any and all fatigue to be wiped away from your stature without a trace. your eyes widened as you took in his figure; eyes locked shut and brows furrowed, skin tainted red as his hand shuffled in the confines of his sweatpants. there were a box of tissues laying next to his body that was propped up against his headboard, random pieces of the cloth crumpled along his sheets as his hips lunged off the bed. there was another whine, this one unintentionally going straight between your legs.

the wire of his headphones laid against his chest, sliding along the toned pecs with every heavy breath that escaped him. you were frozen in place, eyes wide and mouth watering as you shamelessly watched your best friend jerk off. a small part of you felt bad for playing the role of peeping tom, but when he was making such pretty noises, you weren’t exactly sure how you were supposed to react.

kazutora’s head jerked to the side, more than likely a reaction from whatever was playing into his ears right now, before a more guttural sound penetrated your own, the deep groan sounding like it came from the deepest parts of his chest. another whine slipped from him immediately after, his face contorting into something that looked almost like he was in pain.

he sounds so pitiful, fucking hell.

it looked like he was struggling, a small pout taking over his lips as his hand started to move spastically in his sweats, urgently trying to force himself into a release.

you found yourself taking a small step forward, your body moving instinctively without taking your eyes off of your best friend.

what am i doing? i really should get some help.

your intrusive thoughts didn’t stop you from quietly approaching him though, the dampness of your panties taking over your brain. you knew that this was a line that shouldn’t be crossed, you knew that this could potentially ruin everything that the two of you built for the past 3 years. but you also knew that kazutora was quite an intriguing person.

you knew he was attractive from the moment you laid eyes on him, and after having your first conversation, you were pretty much whipped for the man regardless. it was only when you’d become closer to him that you’d buried your lust in the deepest parts of your mind, hopefully to never be seen again, until today.

you didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship, not now, but when he was being so shameless, how were you supposed to control yourself?

you stopped your approach when you were hovering over the male, a close up look of the desperation painting his face leaving your cunt clenching around nothing. you watched him for another moment, taking in the sight before a manicured finger brushed the material of his sweatpants against his thigh.

with a sharp gasp kazutora nearly launched himself off of the bed, eyes looking like they were about to pop out of his head from fright as he ripped the headphones from his ears. you didn’t move as he scrambled to take his hands out of his pants, breathing labored and face even more red than it was before you made yourself known.

“sorry,” you couldn’t stop the small grin that plastered itself onto your face as you spoke. “i called your name but… i guess you couldn’t hear me.”

“y/n what are you doing??? you scared the shit out of me,” he chastised, not even acknowledging the position he found himself stuck in.

you put on a nonchalant visage before shrugging your shoulders, placing one of your knees against the cushion of his bed. kazutora pushed himself further against his headboard, mentally questioning what you were doing right now without ever taking his eyes off of you. “i was coming to check on you because i heard rather…. questionable noises coming from your room.”

“and now that you know what they were, you can leave now, right?” he asked, his eyes pleading with you to just forget everything you just saw and pretend like it never happened. he fidgeted in his spot, legs moving every so often and gaze constantly averting yours. you’d never seen the man like this before, but it lit something inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. wondering just how far you could take this, you decided to press your luck just a little bit.

“and what would be the fun in that?” you chuckled, placing one hand on the thigh closest to you before digging the pads of your fingers into the material covering his skin. “besides, weren’t you having a bit of trouble finishing the job?”

your question made his ears turn bright red, silence taking over him as you slowly climbed your way into his lap. you didn’t miss the way his breath hitched when you made yourself comfortable, seating yourself right on the throbbing bulge between his legs. kazutora watched your every move, but never made a motion to stop you. you decided to test the limits when you placed a hand on his chest, applying a bit of pressure as you carefully rolled your hips against his.

the moan that came out if the man under you was something deadly, the sharp sound piercing your ears in a way that you could only describe as delightful. the longer you played with kazu the more you found yourself losing your cool, listening to his sounds of pleasure and shock and knowing that it was you who made him lose it this way.

“w-wait, y/n…” he said, hands trying to keep themselves at bay.

“c’mon kazu,” you smiled, biting at your lower lip. kazutora’s eyes were glued to where your crotch slid against his, the friction of your hips doing so much more for him than the audios he was listening to previously. he watched as you rocked against him, his legs twitching and hips bucking up for more with every movement. you leaned in slowly, closing the distance between your faces before you lifted his gaze to yours. his pupils were blown wide, a lustful gaze clouding his face. “won’t you let me help you out a little bit?”

you could feel his breath fan against your lips with every heave, and you wondered in that moment just how good his lips would feel against yours. you stalled right before your lips could touch, your eyes locking with his one last time for a final confirmation.

kazutora paused for a millisecond before eyeballing your semi-parted lips. “you know there’s no going back after this?”

you could tell he was having the same reservations as you, but you held your resolve and nodded your head. the moment you saw that flicker in his eye, you knew you had him hook, line, and sinker. “fuck it.”

his lips smashed against yours the moment the words left his mouth, a soft grunt slipping past your mouth and into his at the pressure. the kiss felt even better than you had imagined it to be, the softness of his bottom lip between yours left your brain fuzzy and body warm. you grabbed at his dark locks as you rocked your body against his once more, huffing out a weak moan as the slick lining your panties rubbed against your clit just right.

your tongue swiped at his lower lip, humming when he parted his lips to allow you in. he tasted like mint mixed with a hint of beer, probably a result of the last study session he had with his classmates in a nearby cafe a few of hours earlier. you relished the smooth glide of his tongue against yours, swallowing every needy sound that escaped his mouth.

his fingers twitched against the sheets as he watched you use him for your own pleasure, his eyes darkening as he tried to resist digging them into your waist. your parted your lips from his with a sloppy smack, peering into his eyes as you glide your hands along his shoulders, down to the dips on the inside of his elbow, before wrapping your own fingers around his hands and placing them onto the soft skin of your waist.

“don’t be scared, kazu,” you spoke softly, keeping your faces only an inch apart as you continued to guide him. you listened to the way his breath caught in his throat as you dragged his hands up your body, pausing when the palms of his hands were wrapped around your breast, the thin layer of the tank top you were wearing leaving little to the imagination. with a soft squeeze you rolled your eyes back, relishing in the feeling of his hands on you. with a soft exhale you leaned into the man’s grip, bringing your lips as close to his ear as possible. “you can use me however you want to get off.”

turns out, phrasing it as “however” he wanted wasn’t the best idea. the moment the words slipped past your lips you were immediately flipped onto your back, the feeling of sharp teeth digging into the flesh of your neck. he bit and sucked on every area that he could find, hands covering every expanse of you. the ghost of his touch made your back arch, aching deeply for the feeling of his cock filling you.

you were so overstimulated that you didn’t even register the feeling of his fingers slipping down your naked lower half, not even sparing your swollen clit a passing touch before he shoved two fingers into your sopping cunt. your eyes immediately touched the back of your head, hands crumpling the fabric of the pillow under your head. violent curses rang out from you as he wasted no time in curling them upwards, ramming the pads of the digits into that spongy area that left you seeing stars.

“sorry princess,” he huffed through labored breaths. you weren’t sure whether he was fucking you or if you were fucking him at this point. he arched his wrist once more, relishing in the feeling of your walls squeezing around his fingers. “i’m in a rush too, but i gotta get you ready. don’t wanna hurt you.”

kazutora placed another few kisses against your neck, lips traveling across your body until he was hovering between your legs, eyes glancing up as you followed his movements. with another curl of his fingers, you rolled your hips.

your best friend lowered his head, pressing a light kiss against the hood covering your clit. your hips jerked at the action, barely even having time to register the initial touch before your clit was enveloped into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue along the sensitive bundle of nerves. you gasped, hands weaving into his hair as his ministrations shot straight to your lower belly. his fingers continued to poke and prod at your g spot, your moans taking over the sounds of your essence leaking over his hand. he pulled away for a moment, a discontent whine leaving you at the loss of pleasure. “can’t let my baby get hurt trying to take me, now can i?”

your heart sank at the statement, your eyes peeling open to glance down at the bulge pressing against his sweats. you knew from sitting on it that it was at least a bit girthy, but you also knew that the man wouldn’t say anything that he knew wasn’t true. especially in a situation like this.

and pleasantly surprised you were when kazutora had pulled his lips away from your clit, leaving your breathless form laying haphazardly against the bed while he finally slipped of his sweats and underwear. you’d only noticed it when the man himself had brought you back down to earth, hand gripping your jaw before pressing his lips against yours roughly. you could taste your essence on his tongue as he dragged the tip of his cock against your folds, your body jerking when it brushed against your clit.

at the first ounce of pressure as he slid inside of you, you knew that this man was much bigger than whatever you’d imagined. peeling your heavy eyes open to glance down at where you two were connected, your gaze was something akin to horror as you watched the fat tip bully it’s way into your pussy. the first couple of inches left your cunt clenching down at the pressure, the burn making your face contort.

“i know baby, i know,” kazutora muttered softly, face tucking itself into the crook of your neck as he tried to pace himself. he placed light kisses over what are soon-to-be bruises, waiting until your rapid breathing had calmed down before pressing in some more. “that’s why i had to prep you.”

no amount of prep could have saved you from this, but there was no stopping as kazutora filled you to the brim, hips flush against each other. the man’s cock reached places in your body that you didn’t even know existed, the pressure of him filling you to the brim being enough leave your head spinning and body twitching. your hips instinctively rolled in search of more friction, feeling the man’s cock throb as he reached impossibly further into you.

the first thrust of his hips forced a guttural sound from your throat, the next one getting caught behind the phantom sensation of his tip breaching your throat.

“f-fuck!!” your voice was higher than you were used to hearing, your mouth growing dry from having it open for so long. the sounds of moans and squeaks from the bed were quickly heard resonating around the room, your skin felt like it was on fire every time his hips connected with yours. his thrusts were brutal, every muscle in your body tightening and loosening while the sounds of his moans penetrated your ears.

“so. fucking. good.” he almost growled, each word being punctuated by a harsh thrust behind it. “so much better than a stupid hand…”

“yeah?” the word nearly went unheard with your softened tone, legs wrapped around the man’s waist to pull him closer. you locked eyes with him, a tired hand reaching up to cup his cheek. kazutora moaned at the contact, the whimper coming out strained as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. you loved how easy it was to make him crack, just a smidge of attention and the man before you was putty in your hand. “maybe we should do this more often then.”

you couldn’t remember a day when he wasn’t yearning for your attention, honestly. anytime you came around he was stuck to you like glue, you could barely even move around the house without him making himself known to you in some way. he may have been relatively quiet, but you always saw him at least a few times a day, and both of you being distracted with school really took a toll on you both. he was always right by your side, but you had the tendency to be just as needy, so you never had a problem with it. the more you thought back on all the tell tale signs, the more you realized that this outcome probably would have been the end result to your friendship anyway.

“how about everyday?” he asked, head perching up at the suggestion. his eyes were big and hopeful, and you had to clench around him to make his expression change before your heart tried to explode. “is that a yes?”

with a small hum you placed your lips right next to his ear. “why don’t you make me come first, then we’ll talk.”

and come you did.

it took all of 10 seconds before kazutora was picking you apart; legs raised and placed against his shoulders, body folded in half, while his fingers placed themselves in the crooks between yours.

you were barely conscious by that point, eyes blurry and your body shaking from the intensity of his thrusts. you could barely breath, short hics resonating from your throat before being masked by kazu’s lips. you felt like you would die at any moment, yet you were convinced that this was the closest to heaven you’d ever get.

you could feel the heat rising in your stomach, eyes locking with his as you squeezed the hand that was occupying your own.

“m’gonna come…” you slurred, short breaths taking over your body as your brain short circuited. “gonna come, gonna come!!”

your back arched off the bed the best it could as every nerve in your body was set on fire, tingles shooting through your spine and running down to the tips of your toes. you clenched around him, nearly suffocating his cock as he worked you through your high. his pace never slowed as his own orgasm took him by surprise, a quick grunt slipping through as he pulled away.

you didn’t hesitate to wrap your free hand against his shaft, jerking the tip until his body was trembling in your grip. his eyes immediately crossed, breathy moans becoming more frantic before stopping instantaneously. “wait…wait, wait–”

“fucking– shit! ohmygod…” his body froze as his release stained your stomach, his body jerking with every inch of the thick, white stream. you stroked him through it until his hips were running away from your touch, the long anticipated orgasm he was searching for finally flooding through him. he tucked his head into your neck once more, his words being muffled by the surface of your skin as he searched for your warmth. “oh my- ughhh fuck me.”

your eyes slipped shut as your body sank into the sheets, your legs slipping from kazutora’s shoulders and onto the sides of his hips. your best friend slumped beside you, body plopping onto the space beside you while his hand never left yours, even for a moment. you could only hear the sounds of both your heavy breathing, attempting to catch your breaths as the heat of the moment started to wear off.

the silence was broken when kazutora let out a soft hum, body leaning into yours too seek your warmth. when you nuzzled into his touch, you laughed to yourself when you heard him mutter into your ear. “so, what was that about doing this more often?”

don’t plagiarize! it’s not nice <3

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 1 year ago

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Hey, I was wondering if you'd do a Roy Kent x reader series (maybe) where she asks him to pretend they're boyfriend/girlfriend because her ex-boyfriend is marrying her somewhat younger sister. Kinda like The Wedding Date (if you've seen it). Ends up happily ever after?

Ahh, I was going to originally try to do this in one go, but decided to do this in a few small parts so I can get some fluff breaks while working on my longer fic. Here's part one!

Playing Pretend (Part 1)

Roy Kent x Reader

1.9k words

Warnings: Language, references to possible cheating, mutual pining, major rom-com vibes

Summary: The reader has a huge favor to ask Roy Kent- a guy who can never say no to her.

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“What the fuck d’you want me to do?”

“Be my boyfriend,” you explained slowly. “At the wedding.”

Roy wrinkled his nose. “There’s really no one else you can ask?”

You let out a giant sigh and tapped the side of your beer bottle. “I mean, sure, maybe. But you’re Roy fucking Kent. You’d be kind of perfect.”

His eyes bore into yours. Roy Kent had known you quite literally your whole life; he could still remember when his very pregnant mother took him to the hospital to meet you, his sister’s future best friend. Your families were ridiculously close. Up until you were about sixteen, he thought of you as an annoying little bonus sister; then, one Christmas, he came home and suddenly felt decidedly un-brotherly towards you. The way you smiled at him, the way you wore that pink dress, the way you kissed his cheek before you left at the end of the party, all of it made something snap in his brain. For years after that, the very sight of you burned his chest. But there was no way he could tell you; his little sister’s best friend? Cliché.

But those cliché feelings meant he couldn’t say no to you. Not when you’d called him late at night needing to escape from skeevy dates. Not when you’d begged him for an autograph from Jamie Tartt. Not when you’d demanded to know where he got the kebabs he brought to his sister’s parties. And definitely not now, when your heart was in a million pieces as you watched your baby sister get ready to marry your ex-boyfriend.

The idea was insane, you freely admitted that. But the situation you found yourself was equally insane, if you were being honest.

You had dated Jim for years. And Roy fucking hated him. The guy was everything Roy wasn’t: friendly, outgoing, affable, posh, clever. And you loved him. Your parents loved him. Everyone loved him.

When Jim ended things out of the blue three years ago, everyone was shocked. He hadn’t proposed, per se, but it was expected. Things were implied. You’d started looking at rings and thinking about venues. So, when he suddenly broke up with you, you were devastated. You’d spent more than a few nights curled up on the couch at Roy’s sister’s house, with Roy taking Phoebe out of the house so you could mourn with your best friend in peace.

Just when you thought you were pretty much over things, your baby sister Lauren came home with big news. And a ring on her finger. And Jim.

You’d quietly excused yourself from the party she’d chosen to announce her engagement at, walked into a bathroom and vomited, and called Roy. He’d picked you up and drove you to his sister’s, where he watched you drink whiskey straight from a bottle and cry in his sister’s arms.

Now you sat next to him at a bar, where you’d asked him to meet you so you could ask him a huge favor. He’d expected tickets to a match, or help moving to a new flat, or asking him to donate a fucking kidney, literally anything but this. A weekend at some posh estate where your whole family would be celebrating your sister and fucking Jim, watching your heart break all over again sounded like absolute shit to Roy.

But you looked at him with those stupid pleading eyes. “Please, Roy,” you begged. “You’re the only guy I trust enough for this. You’ll protect me. You always protect me.”

There it was. It wasn’t just having the big football star on your arm to show off to everyone; it was having someone you felt safe with. Someone who wouldn’t mock you. Someone who understood. And Roy was always determined to be that person.

“Fine. I’ll fucking do it.”

His cheek burned like fire where you kissed him in gratitude. “Thanks a million Roy! This is why you’re my favorite fella.

Favorite fella. You’d called him that for years. Your mother was the first person to say it after seeing the way you toddled after him all the time once you’d learned to walk. Through the boyfriends you had, through the models he dated, you assured him time and time again that he’d always be your favorite fella.

Roy ignored the warmth in his chest and sipped his beer. “Doesn’t it feel a bit like you’re stealing your sister’s thunder? Bringing a professional footballer as your date?” he mused, anxious to move the conversation along and distract himself from how fucking pretty you looked.

The shrug you gave held a coldness he didn’t know someone as kind as you could muster. “Well, she did steal my boyfriend.”

The smirk that Roy gave made your heart flutter, reminding you of all the pining you’d done for him over the years. “Fair enough.” He looked thoughtful. “You don’t have to answer but… did he… and she…?” He nodded emphatically, not sure how to finish that sentence.

Another shrug. “Who fucking knows? I don’t need to know. They didn’t have the decency to tell me they’d started shagging, that’s all I need to know.”

Roy’s heart was sad to see the hurt in your eyes. He quickly changed his tone. “Can’t believe my sister isn’t invited. Figured you’d wrangle her into keeping you company all weekend.”

You snorted, one of Roy’s favorite sounds. “Oh, she was,” you corrected him. “She’s protesting because she hates Jim and my sister.” You raised your bottle to Roy appreciatively. “Yet another reason to invite you- I need at least one Kent there. And Phoebe couldn’t do shots with me or carry me back to our room when I’m sloshed.”

That was a job Roy wouldn’t mind doing. “Bit surprised I didn’t get an invite. Only known Lauren since she was fucking born.”

“Oh, there was no way you were getting invited. Jim hates you.” Your tone was so matter of fact it took Roy off guard.

“Excuse me?” Roy’d had no idea the disdain was mutual.

You nodded, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Yeah, when we were dating, he did not like me hanging out with a dishy footballer. Hates your guts.” Your face lit up playfully. “Yet another reason you’re the perfect wedding date.”

Another smirk crossed his bearded face. “Dishy? Is that his word or yours?”

With a laugh, you shoved him, slipping into that familiar old comfort, the one that made you forget he was Roy Kent. “Don’t go getting a big head, otherwise you won’t fit in the car.”

Two weeks later, Roy felt his grip on the steering wheel tighten as he pulled into the drive of the estate the two of you would be spending the weekend at. Of course Jim’s family had gone all out for the wedding. Wanker.

Your leg shook almost violently as your eyes darted around. Instinctively, Roy reached out and took your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Three days,” he reminded you. “That’s all we’ve gotta get through. Rehearsal dinner tomorrow, wedding Saturday, stupid brunch on Sunday.”

Looking down at your intertwined fingers, you nodded. “Maybe we can skip brunch?” you joked.

Deciding he should start playing the doting boyfriend now, he lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. “We can abso-fucking-lutely skip brunch.”

And you knew he meant it. Roy always meant it. It was one of the million things that made him your absolute life-long unattainable crush that you thrust into the back of your mind. You always felt like a dumb little kid around him, as if you never quite outgrew the childhood you’d shared, but part of you hoped this weekend together would maybe help him see you in a different light. Besides, Roy’s sister was right when she suggested that Roy would really get under Jim’s skin.

As if summoned, Jim came bounding out of the house, waving at the familiar sight of your car. You felt your breath catch as you gazed at him. Jim. Your Jim. At least, what used to be your Jim.

You got out of the car and waved back. “Hey there!” you called, as if you hadn’t spent the last nine months avoiding him at every family gathering he and Lauren attended.

His smile faded when Roy got out of the car, wearing that signature scowl of his. “Roy!” Jim shouted, quickly recovering. “Didn’t know you were coming.” Now in front of you, he leaned closer. “Thought you were bringing that mystery boyfriend of yours,” he whispered, ignoring the fact that Roy could hear him.

Alright. Here we go. Time to sell it.

“I did,” you chirped brightly. You waved Roy over and wrapped an arm around his waist, while he placed a hand on your shoulder. “Surprise!”

For all the years you’d spent with Jim, you’d never seen him so red in the face. “Oh! Wow! That’s great!”

Roy smiled, a smug grin that felt so fucking good on his face. “It is great, isn’t it? Me and this one, finally getting together.”

Jim cleared his throat, squirming like a worm. “Right. Well, when did this-”

“Sister!”

Lauren came sprinting out of the house, squealing as if you were her favorite person in the world. She wrapped you in a hug and planted multiple kisses on your cheek. When she pulled back, she finally noticed Roy.

“Oh. Roy. What’re you doing here?”

“Nice to see you too, Lauren,” he muttered through his teeth.

Your sister turned to you. “What happened to mystery boyfriend? I was so looking forward to meeting him,” she pouted.

You laid a hand on Roy’s stomach, pulling him close, pretending as if you did this all the time and not just in your dreams. “Well, I’m not sure introductions are necessary, considering you’ve known him forever,” you joked, hoping your tone was light.

Lauren looked as if she was doing a difficult maths problem. “I’m sorry, Roy? Your mystery boyfriend is Roy? As in, known him our whole lives, football phenomenon, used to chase you around the backyard with spiders Roy? That Roy?” Her eyes darted to Jim, who looked just as confused. “Are you joking?”

“Absolutely not,” you lied. “You said I could bring a date. I told you I’d bring my boyfriend.” You nodded towards Roy. “There he is. Is there problem or can we grab our things?”

That superior smile your youngest sister often wore appeared. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.” She judged Jim. “Love, could you send someone to grab their things?”

Roy rolled his eyes with one of his familiar groans. “Just tell me where the fucking room is. I can carry my own shit.” After a quick look from you, he cleared his throat. “Sorry, just a bit tired from the drive. And, if we’re being candid, kind of want to get this one alone for a bit before dinner, you know?” A kiss landed on the top of your head, painting your face a deep red.

The bride and groom both gawked at you, as if waiting for one of you to shout that you were kidding, that you were pathetically alone and that Roy was leaving. When neither of you did, Lauren cleared her throat. “Right. Um, when you go inside the housekeeper can show you where to go.” She turned to Jim. “We should go, er, check on that thing, right darling?”

Jim nodded, his eyes on you. “Right, right.” He offered a small wave. “We’ll see you later then.”

As soon as they were out of sight, Roy looked down at you, eyebrow quirked. “Well. This’ll be a fun weekend, hmm?”

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lemon-boy-stan · 10 months ago

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THE BATTLE OF LIONS AND SNAKES - R.A.B

As the first wizarding war draws near, the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin becomes even more visible. You'd thought that being James's sister and a Slytherin would change things, but it only made things worse. Pairing: Regulus Black x fem!Potter!reader. Genre: fluff, some angst. Warnings: pureblood supremacy, war talk, slightly dark themes? Swearing, Sirius being a dick. YN calls Sirius a cunt.

The Potters and Blacks were, perhaps, two of the most popular wizarding families at Hogwarts; along with the Malfoys, Prewetts and the Notts. Yes, being pureblood had it's privileges, but it was popularity that put James Potter and Sirius Black on the map.

James and Sirius were the kinds of people that no-one disliked. They were good at sports, funny, daring, and over-all good natured people. They might not have the best grades like Remus Lupin or Lily Evans, but they were damn good at making people laugh, and no-one seemed to mind if they lost any house points.

When the Sorting Hat was sorting you into your house, it had mentioned Gryffindor. Out of all the houses, Gryffindor was the house to be in. Gryffindor made stars, and was home to many famous witches and wizards.

James was a leader. He became Prefect in his fifth year and Head Boy in his sixth year, and was the youngest Quidditch player in a hundred years to be made Captain of the Gryffindor team. He was a good friend - always loyal, always listening to the side of everyone's conversations, always making sure everyone was involved. He was a gentleman - when he had his heart set on someone, he knew exactly what to do and how to treat her right (in the later years, of course). Your mother and father were extremely proud of him.

You yourself were somewhat similar, as his younger sister, but you always envied him for finding most things in life easy. James had every opportunity laid out for him. You, however, had to work hard if you wanted something, sometimes twice as hard as the average student; hence why the hat placed you in Slytherin.

Being in Slytherin and being a Potter caused quite an uproar your first year at Hogwarts. Everyone in Slytherin had a bone to pick with James, based on whatever prank he and his friends had done on the house. Because of this, everyone had some kind of opinion on you, except for the first years, who knew nothing better but to be your friend.

You had met your first ever friend on the Hogwarts Express. James had brought you to sit with his friends, the "Marauders", as they liked to call themselves. You'd spent two Christmases with them before coming to Hogwarts, and honestly, they were pretty stuck-up, especially Remus, who was some sort of care-home yob, and glared at you every time you spoke.

Eventually, you left the carriage, telling James you wanted to make some new friends. He didn't mind, and jokingly told you not to make friends with the "wrong sort", although you didn't really know what that meant.

All of the carriages were full of people who looked older than you and scarier. You walked further down the train, wondering why some students were staring at you. You ignored them, looking through all of the carriages. Finally, after quite some time, you came across a carriage that was almost empty.

A small boy was sitting on the left side of the carriage, reading a book about Ancient Runes. You smiled, he looked so peaceful compared to everyone else; and he was your age. You put your hand to the door and knocked. He looked up, frowning.

The small boy put his book down and got up. He opened the door, "what do you want?" His dark eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You smiled apologetically, "I was just looking for a place to sit. My brother and his friends are a bit annoying." The small boy looked you up and down and stepped aside. "You can sit with me."

"My brother and his friends are a bit stuck up, too. I met them on the platform. My name's Regulus, by the way. Regulus Black."

Your eyes widened. This was Regulus Black? The brother that Sirius Black despised so much? Well, he didn't seem quite so decietful and troll-like after all, but perhaps siblings just disagreed with each other. You wondered why he was all by himself.

"I enjoy my own company, normally, but mother said to make friends. You seem like a respectable enough witch... Would you mind telling me your name?" You tried not to giggle at how Regulus spoke. You'd never heard a ten-year-old speak so posh before. You smiled, "YN Potter, nice to meet you."

Regulus's eyes darkened but he shook his head. "You're not bad for a Potter. Let's be friends." Regulus Black held out his hand, and you shook it, sitting down next to him.

The train continued to move through Scotland. "I'm afraid I'll be put in Slytherin," you said after awhile, putting your head in your hands, "all of my family's been in Gryffindor for thousands of years, but the other day dad joked that I was more cunning than bold."

Regulus looked at you, "I think what you did earlier was pretty bold." You scoffed, "what, asking you if I could sit with you?" He grinned and nodded, "yeah. Do you know how many people avoided me just then before you got here? Even in the Slytherin carriage they think I'm some sort of a freak." You frowned, "I don't think you're a freak. You're just a regular kid to me."

Regulus pulled a face, "I'll have you know I'm the second heir to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, an extremely respectable and non-regular young wizard." You let out a snort of a laugh, "what kind of kid has to be respectable?!" Before covering your mouth. Regulus smiled at you, "the ones who don't snort like that." You giggled.

Regulus started to get more comfortable. "All of my family's been in Slytherin for thousands of years, just like how yours is with Gryffindor. When Sirius was put in Gryffindor two years ago mum went absolutely ballistic. Maybe I might be put in Gryffindor too, but I think I'll probably be in Slytherin... I wish I was brave enough to run away."

You snorted again, "I wish I was brave enough to be in Gryffindor." Regulus laughed loudly. You turned to him, "if I am put in Slytherin, it won't be so bad if I'm with you." And he smiled.

And you were right. With Regulus by your side, you found it easy making friends in first year. Everyone in Slytherin was a pureblood, and was either scared of him (which you thought was truly ridiculous) or they respected him.

As the years went by, it was clear to most people that the two of you were as close as two peas in a pod. You were often seen together so much that on the rare occasions where you weren't together, you were asked where the other one was.

It was in your third year where you realised your feelings for the youngest Black brother was not just those of friendship, but something much stronger. As your crush grew and your Slytherin friends teased you about it, you began to worry and think of what would happen if you were to date Regulus, and what would happen when your big brother and his best friend found out that you were dating the little brother that he despised so.

And in fourth year, as if nudging these events into reality even further, you and Regulus began to date. In fifth year, the two of you became prefects and Quidditch Captains, and it was clear that you were a powerful unstoppable couple. Despite this, however, some people still did not agree with the dynamic of your relationship.

It was during lunch in the middle of your fifth year did the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor really take its poll.

The war was almost in full motion, and it was obvious to anyone with brains that Voldemort did not have good intentions. There had been whispers in the Slytherin Common Room of some older students who had joined Voldemort's side through some kind of ritual.

James and Sirius were convinced that Regulus was one of these people, and as usual, had convinced themselves that they were right.

"What exactly are you trying to say, James?" You snapped. Your older brother put his hands up in surrender. "Don't get mad at me, I'm just the messenger. Padfoot thinks you should reconsider your relationship with Regulus, that's all." Merlin, were you glad that Reg was out in the pitch training. Sometimes his mad Quidditch obsession was a good thing.

You turned to Sirius now, "you think that, do you?" And Sirius shrugged. James jumped in quickly, keen to stop an argument from happening.

"Well you know how Padfoot's family are all very... Traditional," James was picking his words carefully, watching your facial expressions, "and he told me the other day that his folks had been talking about some dark lord for a long time, like, ever since second year, and how they were all going to join him and support him, and Padfoot was just saying-"

"Regulus is bound to join up!" Sirius butted in. James turned to him and sighed. You looked at him. "He means well, but he's easily coeerced into things, and he's always trying to impress mother, and they always brainwash him, I mean, just look at Bella."

You scowled. Sirius's parents may have been horrible people, but that didn't mean everyone else in his family was. Okay, perhaps one or two of his cousins had done some nasty things in the past, and Bellatrix was one of them, but you would always remember her as the girl who cursed some older students for boxing your ears. She'd said any friend of Regulus was a friend of hers and that you could count on her.

"Bella is a perfectly kind and respectable witch. She's really nice, actually." Sirius rolled his eyes at this. "Well, whatever, but don't come crying to me when your boyfriend has suddenly run off to join Voldemort. I'm telling you, all of them are like that. You know, at least ninety percent of Slytherin house are evil!" Sirius threw his arms up and you began to fume.

"But you always forget the main thing, don't you, Black?!" Typical Sirius Black to hate something but to leave an exception. "I'm a Slytherin too! You think we're all just so evil, do you? You think all of us want to join Voldemort? Since Regulus apparently will, maybe I will to PROVE YOU WRONG, you righteous, narcissistic cunt!"

Lily and Marlene gasped but you didn't care. Sirius scoffed even louder. "Oh, that's rich, coming from YN "I don't want to be a Slytherin" Potter! But I suppose after snogging my dear brother everything's fine, is it? Suppose the death eaters will just have to snog you to convince you to join up-"

"CONFRINGO!" The Gryffindors shrieked loudly at the sudden spell. Sirius flew backwards, knocking down the students who were sitting next to him and you knew who it was immeadietly. Regulus was always rather powerful with his magic.

Sirius got up and glared at his younger brother, taking out his wand. Regulus held his chin high, "don't you say a word against my girlfriend." And Sirius scoffed. "Is she really your girlfriend, or is she just someone who you lock lips with in your bed? LEVICORPUS!"

You dove infront of Regulus just before you saw Sirius wave his wand, but forgot to take out your own, and now you were hovering in the air. James let out an enraged roar, getting up. "WHAT THE FUCK, PADFOOT! DID YOU JUST CURSE MY FUCKING SISTER?!" You didn't think you'd ever heard him be so mad before.

Sirius glared at him, "I was trying to get Regulus, but the little weasel doged it just like everything else in his life!" You tried to fight the enchantment, "GO FUCK YOURSELF, BLACK!" kicking at the air. The other students laughed.

"Expelliarmus!" Regulus flicked his wand and Sirius's wand flew out of his hand. "You're just as bad as mother," Regulus hissed, "cursing an innocent person." Sirius rolled his eyes, "oh, I'm as bad as mother? Who's the one still grovelling about her knees and begging for her admiration?! Who's the one who-"

"CAN THE TWO OF YOU JUST SHUT UP AND PUT MY SISTER BACK? FINITE INCANTATUM!" James wove his wand angrily, and you fell back down to the ground. The school had stopped laughing now, and were all just watching intently.

Regulus turned to you, "are you okay?" You dusted yourself off and nodded, "I'm good." You turned to Sirius. "Not that it's any of your business, but Regulus is my boyfriend and I love him. So if you can't deal with that you can just get lost."

James looked the two of you up and down before nodding solemnly. He turned to you, "YN, Regulus, I'm sorry. I didn't see it before, but I do now, and I can tell that you're in love. So, what I'm trying to say is, if you want to be together, I don't have a problem with it anymore." James nodded at Regulus, who still looked a bit taken aback that he was being addressed.

Sirius scowled, "I still do."

This time it was Regulus who rolled his eyes. He then turned to you and grinned, "since you've got such a problem with it, Sirius, watch this." You looked at Regulus in confusion before getting the memo and grinning. Regulus smiled too, grabbing your waist and leaning in, kissing you on the lips. Slytherin house cheered as the others stared in shock.

Sirius scoffed in disbelief, "whatever." And you smiled, kissing Regulus again. James made a sound, "you better remove Regulus from my sister, Padfoot, or you won't have a brother anymore." You giggled softly, threading your fingers through Regulus's dark curls before looking up into his green eyes and pulling away.

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adrealucia · 3 months ago

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If it's not weird, could you possibly write something about Sean dating someone with multiple younger siblings and very much relates to him on being the oldest with a bit of an age gap!

Maybe they never really mentioned their siblings much besides a few mentions and Sean finally meets them...

ahhh this request was just sooo cute i love it 😭😭 hope you enjoy reading <3

Meet the kids

Sean had always known you were special. Your kindness, your strength, and your wisdom beyond your years had always intrigued him. However, there was one aspect of your life that remained somewhat of a mystery: your family.

You had mentioned them in passing—a younger brother’s soccer game here, a sister’s school project there—but you never went into much detail. Sean, the oldest sibling in his own family with just one younger brother, often wondered about your role in your larger family dynamic.

One Friday evening, you invited him to your family’s house for the first time. He could sense a mix of excitement and nerves in your voice when you extended the invitation, and that made him even more eager to meet the people who meant so much to you.

As you pulled into the driveway of a cozy, bustling home, the sounds of laughter and playful shouts greeted you. You hadn’t even opened the car door when a whirlwind of activity surrounded you both. A boy, no older than eight, dashed towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Hey, squirt!" you greeted him, ruffling his hair. "This is Sean."

The boy eyed Sean with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "Hi," he said cautiously.

Sean crouched down to the boy's level. "Hey, buddy. Nice to meet you. What’s your name?"

The boy’s face lit up. "I'm Jake. Do you play soccer?"

Sean grinned. "I do. Maybe you can show me some moves later?"

Jake’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he nodded vigorously. One by one, the rest of your siblings emerged from the house. There was Emma, a teenager just starting to find her own path, and the twins, Lily and Liam, who were a bundle of energy and mischief. Lastly, there was baby Grace, toddling over with a shy smile, clutching a stuffed animal.

Throughout the evening, Sean watched in amazement as you seamlessly managed your siblings. You effortlessly switched from playing soccer with Jake to helping Emma with her homework, to calming the twins after a small disagreement, and finally, tenderly rocking Grace to sleep. It was clear that you were more than just a sibling to them—you were their rock, their guide, and, in many ways, their second mother.

At one point, while you were inside grabbing snacks, Emma approached Sean. "You know, she doesn’t bring just anyone around," she said matter-of-factly.

Sean smiled, touched by the implication. "I’m glad she did. You all seem like a lot of fun."

Emma nodded. "We are. And we’re protective of her, just so you know."

Sean chuckled. "I’d expect nothing less."

As the night went on, Sean found himself feeling a sense of admiration and awe. He had always known you were amazing, but seeing you in this environment, handling everything with such grace and love, deepened his appreciation for you.

On the drive back, Sean couldn’t help but voice his thoughts. "You’re incredible, you know that?"

You glanced at him, a bit surprised. "What do you mean?"

"The way you handle everything. Your siblings, the chaos, the love. You’re like their second mother," he said, his voice filled with admiration.

You smiled, a bit shyly. "I guess I’ve had to be. Our parents work a lot, so I’ve always taken on a lot of responsibility."

Sean reached over and took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "They’re lucky to have you. And so am I."

You squeezed his hand back, eyes filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Sean. It means a lot that you see that."

He leaned in and kissed your forehead softly. "I see everything. And I’m here for it all."

As the car continued down the road, you both knew this was just the beginning of many more family-filled adventures. And Sean couldn’t wait to be a part of it all.

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lunarmoonanons · 5 months ago

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Fire and Salt chp 12

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Aemond makes a choice. YN thinks about her choice

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Aemond didn’t know what was going through his mind when he saw his mother’s face. He knew when he walked into the room of his sister that something had happened to his father. Later as he sat in his mother’s room he contemplated what he was to do. He knew his grandfather and mother meant to plant his brother on the throne and he had to decide what side he would be on. He knew what his mother wanted of him but he couldn’t bear the thought of again siding against YN. He had once before and had lost her for years, now he had the chance to have her at his side but he also had a duty to his side of the family.

He barely acknowledged Cole’s entrance in the room as he thought about what he was going to do. As his mother talked about Aegon, Aemond gave a mental sigh.

‘Forgive me, YN,’ Aemond thought.

“I’ll come with you.” Aemond said, solidifying what he was to do. His mother protested but he stood up and looked down at her. “Cole needs me, mother. Ser Erryk isn’t the only one who knows Aegon’s doings.”

With that he left the room with Cole and started to make his way out. But something was telling him to check YN’s old room. He made a turn and entered, not knowing what he was looking for, till he saw it. A letter left with his name on it for him to find. YN knew he would come to her room and left this for him to find. As she used to do when she and he would sneak through the castle and leave notes for each other. He picked up the note and his heart stopped at the contents.

I’ll accept your offer.

Don’t disappoint me.

-YN

So she was going to accept his marriage offer after all. Had his father been alive then YN and he would have officially announced their betrothal in weeks time. He regretted so many things but he swallowed his regret and tucked the note away. Cole asked if anything was amiss and Aemond turned to him and said nothing. Going to leave before sparing a glance at her old room once more. He chose his family but now he said nothing.

‘Forgive me, YN’ He thought once again and went to find his brother.

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YN sat in her room, wondering about the note she left Aemond. She wondered if it was a mistake. It wasn’t anything official but it was a promise between the two and YN always kept her promises. She knew her brothers would hate it and probably demand that YN choose another husband, she knew her family might cry at the sight of her with Aemond but YN needed to see the family together again. If only for her grandfather whom she loved so dearly. She felt he didn’t have long left but she couldn’t imagine causing him more strife. She didn’t want to disappoint her family but she felt that this was the best course of action.

What she couldn’t understand is why Aemond hadn’t sent her a letter yet in response. She knew he would’ve gone into her rooms by now and she left the letter in an obvious place so why hadn’t he sent a raven for her? YN finished unbraiding her hair and setting oils in her scalp and hair. YN sighed and stood up. She needed to get out of this room and wander.

She eventually found her way into the same room as Luke and smiled somewhat at her younger brother. He was looking down at the table map specifically at Driftmark, his face looked troubled. YN didn’t say anything but she made her way over to him and held his hand in her soft one. He still looked troubled and YN must’ve reflected that back to his face before she kissed his forehead. She loved her little brother and never wanted to disappoint him .

“What troubles your mind?” He asked before she could ask him the same.

“I’m thinking about my marriage offers. Whether I should officially take Aemond or not,” YN sighed and brought her hand to his cheek. “Nothing you should worry about. I just have a lot to think about.”

“I can’t help but think of grandsire. About what’ll happen to me when he dies,” Luke sighed. “I wish you were to inherit Driftmark. You are the better sailor and they would accept you more.”

“I know. I know you feel upset but this is how things are. A woman doesn’t inherit the driftwood chair,” YN stroked her thumb on his cheek. “Grandfather would want you to inherit Driftmark.”

Lucerys still looked troubled, YN could tell that wasn’t what he wanted to hear but it was what he needed to hear. YN tried to smile at him to cheer him up but it was to no avail. Lucerys always felt inadequate compared to his sister. Though their mother never compared the two, others would always bring up YN when talking about the Velaryons and Luke’s place amongst them. He knew that YN would’ve been more suited to Driftmark

“There you are.” The two looked and found their mother walking into the room. YN pulled away from Luke and smiled at her mother. Luke just looked more troubled. He gave another glance at the place of Driftmark on the table before he decided to speak.

“The Sea Snake is going to die, isn’t he?” He asked. YN furrowed her brow at him and bit her lip.

Their mother looked at the ground and sighed. “Luke-”

“I can’t be Lord of the Tides.” Luke interrupted. “Grandsire was the greatest sailor who ever lived. I get greensick before the ship even leaves the harbor. I’ll just ruin everything.”

“Luke. It’s your birthright. You will have Driftmark-” YN tried to ease him.

“I don’t want Driftmark,” Luke interrupted once again, his gaze still on their mother. “It should’ve passed onto Ser Vaemond. Or onto YN, not me.”

“We don’t choose our destiny, Luke. It chooses us.” Rhaenyra tried to explain.

“Grandsire let you choose whether you’d be his heir. You let YN choose whether she’d be yours.” Luke stated looking at YN who tried to give him reassuring looks.

“And do you want to know the truth of it?” Rhaenyra asked, making her way closer. “I was frightened,” Rhaenyra brought a hand up to stroke her daughter’s shoulder length hair. “I was.. four and ten. Same as you are now, Luke. I wasn’t ready to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.”

YN brought her hand up to hold her mother’s, feeling comfort at the touch. Rhaenyra smiled at her daughter before turning back to Luke. “And, in time, I came to understand I had to earn my inheritance.”

It didn’t seem to convince Luke.

“I’m not like you,” Luke shook his head. YN looked to him.

“In what way, sweet boy?” Their mother asked.

“I’m not so… perfect.” He sighed.

Rhaenyra smiled and stepped closer to him, placing kisses on his forehead. “I am anything but. My father looked after me and helped to prepare me for my duties. Your mother will do the same for both of you.” Rhaenyra smiled at her two children.

Ser Lorent stepped in the room greeting Rhaenyra. YN looked at the man and let go her mother’s hand. She wanted to walk around some more but decided to wait till her mother dismissed her.

“Good morrow, Ser Lorent.”

“Princess Rhaneys has just arrived on dragonback. She urgently requests an audience with you and Prince Daemon.”

With that Rhaenyra turned to her children once again and bid them farewell for the moment. YN turned back to Lucerys and gave him a hug. He buried his face in her neck as he used to when he was younger. YN pulled away after a good few minutes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“No matter what happens. I love you, even if I did get mad at you a few nights ago,” YN reassured him.

“You promise?”

“I swear it,” YN said and gave one last kiss to his forehead.

She walked out of the room, intent to find a wall overlooking the harbor. She stood there for a while thinking about everything before her grandmother came to her saying that her mother needed her.

YN was not given the chance to greet her grandmother before a guard came and whisked her away to her mother. Presenting YN with a sight she would not forget.

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pommetarte · 1 year ago

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𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌.

Sae Itoshi x reader (may be OOC, i tried) Fluff, Romance GN pronouns “Really?” “Yes. Anything for you.”

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"You sure? I don't want to get in trouble at all with the team," you stated, worried because the soccer team was well known to have ruthless players and often had a penchant for trouble. You, on the other hand, were somewhat a do-gooder, and yet here you are asking a member of the soccer team if you could stay in the gym to skip mathematics class.

The boy was none other than your childhood friend, Itoshi Sae. You both grew close that one summer, when it was you, him, and his younger brother just spending time in the playground, taking turns to kick a ball. Occasionally, you guys stopped to buy ice cream as a snack.

"Of course it's fine. don't worry." He reassures you, even offering you his jacket so you could feel even more comfortable. the night before you were ranting to him about how unbearable class had become, especially with the teacher jumping straight into a new topic when the previous one was already a struggle. He feels bad for you, so as a result, he agreed to let you into the gym; he also agreed that none of the other team members would snitch on you—partially because the others don't care about that sort of stuff; they're the kind of people who just go all out when it comes to sports.

And so there you were, in the gym, just resting. Sometimes you'd peek out the gap in the door and catch a glimpse of Sae on the field, dribbling past other players. A match was coming up, so you understand why everyone was so insistent on training.

"It must be fun." you think to yourself, your phone in your clutches to help pass the time.

As the practice match continued, you found yourself staring at the boy as he played. Since when did he look so good? You think back to the times you both had, never really noticing him that much. Sure, he was your friend, and that's probably why he's nice, right?

Isn't that why all your classmates seem to swoon when they catch him in the corridor? but he always seemed distant to them and much more approachable when it came to you. But that's just you, right? There's no way that meant anything; you're grateful to have even become friends in the first place.

The longer you watch him play, the more your mind kind of decides there is a need for action. You absentmindedly grasped your phone and snapped a picture of him on the field, focusing on scoring for his team. You instantly put your phone in your pocket and mindlessly stared at the ceiling, waiting for the bell to ring.

And not long after, it did. The bell rang, and students came bursting into the hallway, crowding outside. You waited there in the gym to hand back his jacket (and maybe pay him a compliment for his generosity and his skills). Little did you know he was already hatching a plan to get his oblivious childhood friend to fall for him—just as he had for them.

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Lunchtime came around, and you still sat there, wondering how long it would take him to come back. You understood that he was probably changing, but no one would ever take that long.

You took out your phone only to see that a text message notification filled the screen.

'Can you come to the field?'

'Please, it's urgent.'

And with that, you left the gym, holding his jacket in one hand while you practically sprinted to the field. You were already worried about what had happened because it's unlike him to ever stress urgency.

You arrived at the scene with him on the bench; he was sweating and didn't look at you when you came onto the field. He didn't even hear you calling his name from afar.

You arrived at the scene with him on the bench; he was sweating and didn't look at you when you came onto the field. He didn't even hear you calling his name from afar. It's all because he was planning the very next steps carefully.

You approached him, and that's when it happened. You felt your arm being pulled by him, and you found yourself embraced in a hug. You thought he was just messing around. When he pulled back, you noticed that there was something in his hand. He showed you a piece of paper.

"Well, what is it that's so urgent?" you ask.

"Just read it."

Time stopped as you looked at the paper while he whispered the contents of his heart to you. It was direct, like him. It was heartfelt, like him. and it was open for anything, like him. You had him wrapped around your finger since the day you first met him, and yet you never noticed how he would steal glances, how he'd do anything in his power for you, and how he would take time just to listen and comfort you whenever you needed him to.

You were in love, but in a way you've never been in love before. No other time in your life has you felt so wanted and special.

For him, you were everything.

And for you, he’ll give you anything.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 1 year ago

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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: here it is! enjoy xx

he says everything i need to hear, and it's like i couldn't ask for anything better. he opens up my door and i get into his car and he says, "you look beautiful tonight" and i feel perfectly fine

Y/N had never met Steve. She knew of him, she knew he was Bucky's best friend who had joined the ad company in New York when Bucky was first assembling it. From what she had heard from other people, he was the only person Bucky really trusted, so much that when the ad company set up shop in London, it was Steve who Bucky sent to manage the whole operation. However, Y/N had always found it somewhat odd that Steve and Bucky were best friends as apparently they were completely different people - at least according to Sam.

Steve was reliable, a goody two shoes who followed the rules and was universally liked by everyone and anyone that came into contact with him - a poster child. He was also married to someone he had known since he was 15, the two had bought a house, picket fence and all, and were carefully considering when to have children. Bucky, on the other hand, was either liked or hatred but always respected. Marriage seemed like something he didn't particularly consider anymore and had had a kid without even wanting one. It didn't make sense the two were close, yet agin opposites attract. Nevertheless, Y/N was yet to meet him. Sadie appeared to like him, or at least liked him enough to include her in her drawings.

Since she was not the one to pick up Sadie up, she had plenty of time to spend wallowing over her PhD thesis and nit pick at every single word by wondering if she used the word 'comparison' too many times. She sighed, burying her hands in her hair and almost hitting her head against the keyboard of her laptop.

-Hi. - she looked up to see Chris sitting next to her, still wearing his suit and holding his briefcase. - How are you?

-Chris. - she smiled. It was nice seeing him. - Got off work earlier?

-Sergeant Barnes dismissed me early today. He was in a mood.

-He's always in a mood. It's Bucky, after all.

-He lets you call him that? - he asked and Y/N shrugged. - He doesn't even let us call him James and that's his name.

-Well, I do sleep in his place and watch over his daughter. I have perks. - she joked. - I'm sorry I had to leave early this morning. I was worried about Sadie.

-Since you left early, I was wondering if you'd like to maybe spend the night with me again. - he kissed her shoulder. - I'll do the thing you like and then bake you pancakes in the morning.

Y/N smiled. She'd had a wonderful date with Chris and he'd been nothing but charming the whole time; however, she didn't like to leave Sadie by herself. She was little, she didn't understand if Y/N wasn't there to sing her a lullaby or read a Dr. Seuss book or make the buttered noddles the way she liked it.

-I'm sorry but I need to go home and watch Sadie.

-I thought Steve Rodgers was in town. - Chris closed Y/N's laptop as it went onto standby. - He usually parades Sadie Barnes around town, so I'm sure Sergeant Barnes wouldn't mind.

-Yes but Sadie is 2 and she gets nervous around new people.

-She's not your daughter, Y/N. She's Bucky's and you can't get her used to having you by her side all the time. I mean, you're finishing your PhD soon.

Y/N forced a smile. She knew that, Bucky had told her that, she knew Sadie wasn't hers, she knew that. She moved her laptop to her tote bag, getting up and throwing her hair to the side before making it to the exit. Chris followed after her with a sheepish look.

-Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. - he apologised, following behind her as she closed and crossed door after door.

-I know what you meant, Christopher.

-I just don't want you to get hurt when you eventually leave. It's not like Sergeant Barnes will let you visit Sadie. He's only nice to those who can do something for him.

-I really would enjoy it if you didn't butt into my work. I don't mess with yours so don't mess with mine.

-Okay, I'm sorry. - he rushed in front of her, raising his hands up in surrender. - I'm so sorry, Y/N. I just worry about you.

-I don't need you worrying about me, I can handle myself just fine.

-I know, Y/N, I know. - he lowered his hands. - I just feel overprotective over you. I've known Barnes for a while and he can be an idiot, I just don't want you to experience that.

-I've known Bucky for a while too, Chris. I don't need to be protected.

-I'm sorry. We'll hang out another day when you're not busy with Sadie. Sounds good?

-I'll think about it.

-Think about it while I drive you back home?

Chris was nice, Y/N liked him. She told herself that she liked him because she did. He was stunning, he was smart, he had a PhD, what else could she possibly want? The trouble became when he started talking about what would come after her graduation - if she graduated which at this point she didn't believe. But when she did, he was right, it wasn't as if Bucky, being the stubborn man he was, would allow her to continue seeing Sadie. Maybe she shouldn't have gotten this close to Sadie, maybe she should start to distance herself from her. Yet, as she approached the front door and saw the little yellow rubber boots Sadie had begged and begged Bucky for and were still a bit too big for her, she was certain it would be very hard for her to forget the little girl.

She put the key on the keyhole and turned around. Chris smiled at her, leaning down to kiss her before pushing the door open. She was expecting an empty house, instead she turned around to see Sam and the much discussed Steve holding Sadie.

-Hm, I'll pick you up tomorrow for breakfast, Y/N. - Chris waved her goodbye leaving her now in the very awkward situation with Sam and Steve.

Sam chuckled to himself before taking a gulp of coffee. His eyes searched for Steve with a hint of "told you so".

-Bucky gave you the day off? - Y/N asked as she took off her scarf and coat.

-Bucky is not the boss of me. - Sam replied. - So ... Chris Davis?

-Mind your business, Wilson.

-What? It just explains a lot doesn't it? - Sam continued on teasing, mostly talking to Steve than Y/N. - Oh, this is Steve by the way. A weirdly tall blonde stranger isn't holding Sadie.

-I know Steve from the photos. - Y/N poured herself a cup of coffee, pointing towards one of the many frames with photos of Steve. - I'm Y/N.

-The heartbreaker, I know. - he extended his hand towards her. Y/N furrowed her brows, what was that supposed to mean? Luckily for her, Steve corrected himself as Sam discretly elbowed him on the side. - I meant rule breaker. Sam said you rode Bucky quite hard.

-Maybe not, based on how much of a bitch he was today. - Sam chuckled mostly to himself.

-Don't swear in front of the 3 year old, please.

-Sorry, Y/N, I don't know what's the Bluey equivalent of a massive pain in the ass Bucky Barnes.

Y/N rolled her eyes, moving to the kitchen to start making dinner. Yet before, she could, Sadie hugged her leg demanding attention. The au pair smiled, leaning down to pick her up and kiss her cheek countless times getting a few good giggles from the 2 year old. Sam and Steve mostly kept to themselves, sitting in the living room while gossiping (although they would never admit to it) about Bucky and his many, many shenanigans. Y/N tried not to pay much mind to it, not wanting to know about Bucky's sexual escapades and trying to ensure Sadie didn't hear any of it.

Bucky came home, as per usual as of lately, very late. He came in like a hurricane, dropping his jacket and briefcase and making a direct bee line to grab himself a drink. He barely acknowledged her existence, still somewhat stirring in his passive aggressive behaviour, instead going to greet Sam and Steve.

(...)

Dinner had gone by pretty uneventful, most of it being Steve and Bucky reminiscing about their teenage years and early 20s as well as Steve posing Y/N the occasional question about her career and studies. She'd finished her evening by putting Sadie to bed and going herself to bed leaving Bucky and Steve by themselves to tidy up the plates and the kitchen - something Steve had told Y/N not to do.

-So, why are you here? - Bucky asked as he loaded the dishwasher.

-Can't I come see my best friend and work colleague?

-Without your wife? No, something's up.

-Believe it or not me and my wife don't come as a package deal.

-Cut it off, Steve. You don't visit unannounced and you don't go anywhere without your wife specially when you're trying for a baby. Why are you here, Rogers?

-I heard about you and Anna. - the blonde sighed. - That was stupid.

-Who told you?

-Anna.

Bucky stopped loading the dishwasher, a rare look of surprise on his face. Anna? Why would Anna be talking to Steve?

-Why the fuck would you be talking to Anna? - he said in a silent tone, ponctuated by deep breathes as he attempted to ground himself and not get angry.

-I never stopped talking to Anna, Bucky. - Steve felt uneasy as he said this.

-What? - Bucky shut his eyes. - You've been talking to the mother of my child, the same child who is your godchild, the same child who got abandoned by her mother at my doorstep right after she was born?

-We've known Anna since she was 6, Bucky. I wasn't gonna drop her, not when she needed help.

-What help did she need? Abandoning more children?

-You know that's not fair, Bucky. - Steve crossed his arms. - Just because she doesn't want to be a mother, doesn't mean leaving Sadie was less hard.

-So what, Steve? What are you here for? You're here to come ask me to be kinder to Anna? What the fuck are you here for?

-I'm here because you keep trying to make something work that won't work! Bucky, she doesn't want to be a mother, stop it. Stop trying to make Anna a mother to Sadie, she doesn't want that.

-I'm not trying to make anyone into a mother.

-Oh sure, you're just trying to find Sadie a mother but because you're too chicken to introduce her to any of the girlfriends you've had, you always pick Anna, trying to make her something she isn't.

-Oh shut up, Steve. Sadie is my priority, she's my daughter, I'm not gonna introduce her to women who are not a fixture in my life!

-And what's even going on between you and your au pair?

-What is that supposed to mean?

-You're feuding with her boyfriend.

-He's not her boyfriend.

-You're feuding with Chris Davis. Chris Davis? And for what?

-I don't owe you any explanation on how I run my company that you work for.

-You're playing the CEO card, Barnes? Is that it?

-Chris Davis is not the man for Y/N.

-What and you are? You're quitting trying to make Anna the mother and moving on to Y/N?

-So that's the only reason I like women as of late? They can be mothers to my child?

-You're being self destructive. Stop bullying Chris Davis before she figures it out and quits or he gets annoyed enough and breaks up with her. She has a boyfriend, let it be.

-Coming from the guy who broke someone's engagement?

-I didn't go around trying to actually break it, Bucky. Just because she's good with Sadie does not mean it's right for you.

-And what would you know?

-I know you. You're gonna date a postgraduate student? You're gonna expect someone who is yet to start her life to settle down and play wife and mother?

-No, of course not. I would never ask that of her.

-Then what? Is it because she hasn't slept with you and your fantasies have gotten out of control?

-I love her.

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ikarakie · 4 months ago

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(unfinished) scollace wip

wallace is the well known son of a rich family. scott is scott, and seems to be the only one in the whole world who doesn’t know him at first glance.

Everywhere he went, people knew his name. No matter what room he was in, what corner he hid in, what backdoor he tried to sneak out of, he was never a stranger. People greeted Wallace Wells with a shining light in their eye and a clear expectation when they shook his hand.

He could never figure himself out. Wallace wasn’t allowed to fumble awkwardly through first conversations, finding a place and tone for him to comfortably slot into. The mortifying ordeal of being known, or whatever. He was never just some guy from class, he was always Wallace Wells, heir to a multi billion dollar estate and fortune. The guy whose family name was plastered on the front of the buildings, who walked past framed portraits of his dead relatives on the way to lectures; always called up on stage to present, or christen, or award in his family’s name. Who probably never had a real friend, because ever since he was little, kids would approach him and say: “My mommy says I should be your friend, because your mommy and daddy have lots of money.”

Hey, at least they were upfront back then.

There had been a brief period of his life where he considered using his money to his advantage, so desperately lonely that the idea of flashing some bills didn’t seem so bad if it meant someone would smile at him and pretend to be interested in who he was as a person. That the perpetually empty seat next to him would be filled by someone.

In the end, though, he never needed to. Looking back, Wallace wondered what the hell he’d been doing day to day before this happened. He was so dazed and miserable basically every second of every day that he didn’t even remember what lecture he met the guy in.

All he remembered was sitting there, two seats empty either side of him as always. People were intimidated by him, he guessed– not that he really cared to analyse their behaviour anymore these days. Not how he had when he was younger and a little more optimistic.

Anyways– he was sitting there, zoning out at the wall, when he felt someone slump down next to him.

He turned, wide eyed. A couple murmurs travelled around the room as people noticed the random guy who’d broken the weird unspoken rule not to sit next to Wallace Wells. They were quieted by the appearance of the lecturer, but Wallace couldn’t tear his eyes away from the mystery Guy.

A single spiral notebook and pen sat in front of him, can of Coke Zero waiting to be cracked. To outside eyes, he was your typical Canadian college student. To Wallace, he was… hope? That sounded stupid, but whatever.

He was wearing a faded t-shirt and jeans, scuffed up converse that were clearly well loved, and his hair– a weird mix of ginger and mousey brown– hung a little past his ears. Maybe on someone else it could’ve looked stylish, but on this guy it was obvious he just couldn’t be bothered to go to a barber.

The idea that he had a plan, that he knew who Wallace was just like everyone else, taunted him. So, Wallace leant into his space, craning his neck slightly to catch his attention.

“What do you think of this class?” He asked, waiting to see that flicker of recognition. The guy slowly looked at him, frowning. His mouth opened and closed a couple times, like a fish. He looked really stupid.

“It’s… It’s okay?” Guy replied, though he sounded somewhat unsure. “Who are you?”

Wallace blinked. Guy blinked back. His eyes were sparkly, but there wasn’t that telltale flicker– just blank innocence and confusion. Hell, it was pretty cute. “You–” Wallace swallowed his words instantly, because he’d never asked someone if they really didn’t know who he was before sincerely, and he wasn’t going to start now. “Who are you?”

“I’m Scott Pilgrim.” He said. Then he frowned, “Hey– no fair! You didn’t answer and then you stole my question.”

Fair enough. “I’m Wallace.” Wallace said, maybe for the first time in his life to someone who didn’t already know that. Scott mouthed his name once, and for a split second the idyllic life Wallace was crafting out for himself nearly shattered to pieces in front of him.

“That’s an old man name.” Was what Scott came out with. Wallace barely swallowed his laugh, slapping a hand over his mouth. The lecturer– and half the damn hall– side glanced at him. Only once they’d moved on a second later did Wallace gently hit Scott’s arm, grinning so hard his cheeks hurt. Scott looked down at his arm, then back at Wallace.

“I would be offended if that wasn’t so funny, guy.” Wallace beamed. Scott continued to look at him intensely. His eyes flicked back and forth a couple times. Then, he leant in as well, making Wallace’s heart skip as they came nearly nose to nose.

With the tone and expression of someone in the middle of a very serious, very secretive, very illegal exchange, Scott Pilgrim asked him: “You know Pac-Man?”

And then that was that, and Scott was the best thing to ever happen to Wallace. Ever.

They spent so much time together it was a wonder neither of them were sick of each other yet. Six days out of seven, Wallace ended up in the Pilgrim family’s basement, eating processed chips and screaming at a little TV as Scott destroyed him at every co-op video game he owned. Then, at every co-op video game Wallace could buy. He’d bring them over, claiming he had a console too, but he liked Scott’s better and why doesn’t he just keep the games here, so they can play them whenever? Maybe a little dishonest, but it wasn’t like Wallace couldn’t afford to get the console also.

There was just something about Scott’s house. It felt like a home. His mother was warm, kind, and present– sometimes bringing them home cooked meals as they did whatever in the basement; or coming down to pull at Scott’s ear about missing homework or needing to shower or clean something. Scott would always whine and thrash like he was six years younger than he actually was, and Wallace would sit back and call insults at him and: “C’mon, guy! Don’t treat your wonderful mother like that!” Which always elicited a smile from here and some comment about how lovely Wallace was.

He also had a sister. A sister who knew him– the first time they’d crossed paths he’d been walking out of the basement to use the bathroom and they’d all but collided in the hallway.

Stacey had looked him up and down, and asked: “Wallace Wells? Why is someone like you hanging out with someone like him?” While gesturing to the basement stairs. You could hear Scott screaming about something.

Wallace, his heart hammering in his chest, replied with a shrug. “I like him.” She raised an eyebrow at him, so he’d elaborated. “He’s the only person I’ve ever met that didn’t already know me, so he treats me normal.”

“That’s because he’s an idiot and doesn’t pay attention to the world around him.” Stacey had rolled her eyes, weary and exasperated even at sixteen, and Wallace had instantly liked her.. As she’d passed him, she clapped him on the shoulder. He wondered if being weirdly unphased about the infamous filthy rich guy you just met was a Pilgrim thing. “Pretty sure he’s straight, by the way. Just FYI.”

“Low blow.” Even then, still unsure of it himself, he’d been unable to deny his crush out loud. Stacey had just laughed at him.

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ac-liveblogs · 8 months ago

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The interview between Kinoko Nasu (head writer at Type Moon) and David Jiang (producer Honkai: Star Rail) is quite interesting. Though Jiang is not a writer himself and he himself doesn't get involved in story creation, so I do wonder why he was talking with Nasu...

The interview was mostly about what's taken into account when creating FGO and HSR.

Honkai Star Rail's director is a huge Type-Moon fanboy and has always been influenced by the Fate series since he was a teenager - even/especially in Star Rail, while Nasu plays Genshin Impact and is currently playing the Belobog chapter in Star Rail.

And yes. Clara and Svarog are a reference to Illya and Berserker, we been knew.

There was some interesting commentary early on from Jiang that said that the story-writing and gameplay divisions worked separately, which caused issues early on that needed to be resolved. Receiving confirmation about this is interesting, because it would explain a lot of the issues present in Genshin Impact that are mostly absent in HSR - a world that feels totally divorced from the playable characters that live in it, and - up until Fontaine - a lot of playable characters feeling somewhat disconnected from the plot they're meant to be in.

It was also very interesting to see Jiang start talking about marketing, surveys, meeting modern trends, design vs generating revenue etc. versus Nasu talking about his thoughts as an author and the importance of prioritising your ideal creative vision even if you end up needing to take those things into account as well... and how FGO doesn't incorporate modern trends but instead tries to create something that will be meaningful to the players.

It was also extremely funny seeing Nasu talk about how meta wasn't an important factor in FGO (true) - he just wanted people to care about the characters, and Jiang going "oh yeah we do that too!" ...like a liar.

Something Nasu said in response to Jiang talking about how the character designers at HYV take surveys or add character elements that they think 'might attract a new user group' into consideration struck a chord with me though;

Nasu-sensei: This reminds me of an interview I read about "Street Fighter II," where the interviewer asked, "Why did the game include a character like Zangief?" And the response from the interviewee was, "Once you have a character like Zangief for comparison, characters like Ryu with an average physique become even more eye-catching." In other words, a creative work cannot only have popular characters. If we make a fetish black hole, the diversity of the world suffers.. In terms of results, even protagonist-like characters that are somewhat lacking in personality can have their own unique features.

Which speaks to an understanding of a need for variety in design and personality that HYV consistently fails to achieve. HYV has no characters like Blackbeard, Zhang Jue... or even Li Shuwen. It has pretty girls, pretty boys, and younger characters.

Jiang talked proudly about how HSR risks lowering their revenue by daring to include characters like Qingque and Guinafen in the hopes they might attract a new market, but Nasu says 'well, we think about the themes of our stories and what the characters need to be, as well as the kinds of characters we want to write'.

Nasu also plainly outlining the variety of different elements a writer needs to incorporate into a story - including the importance of each character having their own storyline to engage the players, super simple stuff! - is something I dearly hope HYV keeps in mind. HSR has less of an issue with these concepts than Genshin does, but there are several shared weaknesses between the two works.

I can only hope that HYV is taking notes instead of nodding like it already understands the things he's saying - because it does not, and it could stand to listen. I believe that the world Nasu created in Fairy Britain, despite having a lot less to it, is stronger than any single region in either Genshin Impact or Honkai Star Rail because it, the stories told in it and the characters there, are all thematically consistent and inform each other in interesting ways at all points during the chapter.

I think Belobog achieved a base level of cohesion, but Xianzhou Luofu was a shitshow and Penacony... better pick up soon. Haha. (Jiang describing Xianzhou Luofu as "captivating" though. Bro. Bro Xianzhou Luofu was terrible, what are you talking abou-)

I like reading Nasu talk about the writing process and the things he's enthusiastic about. I don't always like or agree with Type-Moon's decisions or products, but Nasu always strikes me as a down to earth guy that's truly passionate about what he creates and the works he consumes. Jiang seems to have had a lot less to say, though that seems to be because he is... as he himself admits, not a writer.

The two companies seem to have been in talks, so I'm curious to see what comes of it.

#ac plays fgo #ac plays hsr

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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 2 years ago

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Remus X Reader: The bet

Warning; None, Fluff

Summary: You have a crush on Remus and who knows maybe he feels the same?

You hated working at the Three Broomsticks. Absolutely hated it. There was nothing wrong with the job itself. The work you had to do was considerably easy and the customers were generally nice to you (generally being the key word). The thing that made you hate working was the fact that while everyone else was going home for the holidays you were stuck serving Butterbeer and Pumpkin juice. It was by choice though. Well, kind of by choice. Your home life sucked so instead of having to deal with your shitty family you preferred to hang around hogsmeade and work. You didn’t need the money but it made for a nice reward. In a way it made up for the hours spent at the Inn.

There was one thing that made your job a bit better and that was Remus Lupin. You didn’t know why they stayed for christmas break but Remus and his friends would often pop into the Three Broomsticks for a couple of hot beverages after bearing the cold outside. You always perked up at the sound of the boys' voices filling the once peaceful shop, a small smile appearing on your lips as your eyes found Remus’s frame. You had always had a bit of a crush on the older boy which often caused teasing from your friends. But they weren’t here now which meant you could appreciate his beauty in peace.

The Marauders had noticed your interest in Remus almost immediately. You weren’t very discreet about it after all. Sirius had spotted you glancing at Remus during dinner one night and from that moment on they all pestered Remus about you. Despite you being a year younger than them Remus knew who you were. He’d first seen you at the start of the year in one of James' quidditch games. You were playing for the other team and you made one hell of a keeper. Remus suspected that if it hadn’t been for James catching the snitch your house would have won thanks to your defence. Remus would be lying if he said he didn't find you attractive but he kept his thoughts to himself. He already had to deal with the boys making fun of your crush on him. He couldn't handle the amount of teasing he’d receive if they realised he had somewhat of an interest in you. You were actually one of the main reasons they spent so much time inside of the Three Broomsticks. The others didn't know of course. Remus always made sure to make it as coincidental as possible. He’d place the idea of going outside in James or Sirius head and then when they’d decide to go out he’d pretend he didn’t want to, which always led to the boys dragging him out “against his will”. Once they were outside Remus would pull one of the “the least you guys could do is buy me a drink since you made me come” which they fell for everytime. So that was what had led them to the Three Broomsticks this (and every other) evening.

You watched as the boys sat down at their usual table and began talking. You kept working on cleaning the glasses piled near the sink as you waited for them to call you over to order. Your eyes kept darting over to their table trying your hardest to be discreet about it and failing miserably.

“She’s looking over again.”

“Leave it Sirius.”

“God she’s almost drooling.”

Remus knew his friends were exaggerating but curiosity got the better of him. He wondered if he really had such an effect on you. He turned slightly in his chair but instead of finding you perched on the counter, drool falling from your mouth he watched as you whipped down one of the tables with a smile on your face as one of the regulares talked to you about something. Remus cursed himself for falling for James' trap.

“She’s not even looking at us.”

“So you wanted her to be?”

“Shut up Padfoot.”

“Seems like Mooney’s got a little crush.”

“At least I don't stalk her like you do with Evans.”

James shut up at the affirmation, no longer finding the conversation funny. Sirius on the other hand was bursting in laughter at the whole ordeal. Once he’d found it in himself to breathe like a normal person he lifted his hand to call you over. You made your way to their table giving the boys a polite smile.

“What can I get for you today?”

Not that you needed to ask, they always ordered the same thing but this time you were surprised.

“We’ll have four shots of firewhiskey.”

“Actually I'll have a butterbeer.”

“No you won’t”

“Sirius, don't do this.”

“He’ll have a shot of firewhiskey.”

You watched as Sirius and Remus bickered, your eyes looking between the two of them.

“Boys, is that anyway to talk in front of a lady?”

Apparently James had noticed the slightly frightened look on your face and decided to intervene.

“We’ll have four shots of firewhiskey, love.”

You looked over at Remus to see his reaction to James' request but he was too busy glaring at the boy to notice. You took the lack of defiance as your que to leave.

“Coming right up.”

“Thanks love.”

The boys watched as you retreated to get their order. Sirius turned to look at James and gave him a small nod of thanks. Remus’ gaze burned through the two boys.

“Oh come on Rem stop being a baby. It’s just a shot, nothing bad will happen.”

“I’m not drinking it.”

“Come on mate you're not going to be rude to her right?”

“I’m not being rude to her. I’m being rude to you because you deserve it.”

“Mooney that's where you're wrong. By denying to drink it you're putting her in an awkward position.

“Just shut up.”

James opened his mouth to retort.

“Both of you.”

The Marauders relationship was made up of one teasing the other but even James and Sirius knew not to piss Remus off too much. Right about now there was a small line between pissed Remus and angry Remus and that wasn’t a line they were about to cross. They knew the consequences of going too far and didn’t feel like dealing with it at the moment. Instead they stayed quiet and waited for you to come back. A few moments later you made your way over, placing each shot of firewhiskey in front of the boys and to all of their surprise putting down a glass of butterbeer in front of Remus. The older boy looked at the drink in front of him for a moment before looking up at you. You fiddled with your apron and gave him a smile.

‘On the house. This way you don’t have to fight.”

Remus stared at you for a moment too long without speaking. It was such a simple act but somehow it showed Remus the type of person you were. Sirius kicked Remus under the table breaking out of his trans.

“Th-thanks.”

“No problem, love. Enjoy boys.”

Remus watched you walk away, his heart beating a bit faster than before. Sirius and James started making “ohhh” noises but went quite the second Remus turned to glower at them.

“Drink your bloody firewhiskey.”

You kept working like normal, your mind still surprised you had the guts to do what you did. You called him ‘love’ for godric's sake. Where had the sudden confidence come from? You went back to get the empty cups from their table after a while. Sirius and James were in some sort of argument about the best quidditch players so they barely noticed you were there. Remus on the other hand didn’t let his gaze move away from you the whole time you were cleaning up the table. You reached to grab the undrunk shot of firewhiskey in front of him. Your hands had just wrapped around the glass when Remus’ hand wrapped around yours. You looked up at him, a small gasp leaving your lips at the look on his face.

“You can leave that one, love.”

“Okay.”

“Thanks darling.”

The smile Remus gave you was enough to make you warm inside. The pet name he used only made it worse. Your hands were shaking the whole time you went back to wash the used cups. Remus smiled at the state you were in. He liked the idea of making you flustered so easily.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“You were flirting with her!”

“I don’t know what you're talking about?”

“Oh really so why didn’t you let her take the shot too?”

“Cause i’m going to need it James.”

“For what?”

“Liquid courage I guess.”

Sirius let out a loud laugh making Remus turn to look at him.

“A shot’s not going to help you mate. You need a whole bottle.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I think you're wrong.”

“Alright let's make a bet. I bet you won’t have the guts to ask her out.”

“Okay and what do I get if I win?”

“If you ask her out you won’t have to give us your notes for a month. But if you don’t you have to give us the answer sheets for whatever we ask.”

“You’re that confidante?”

“Yep.”

“Deal Padfoot.”

Remus placed his hand out for Sirius to shake. The long hair boy let out a wolfish grin as he took Remus’ hand into his own.

“Be ready to lose Mooney.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Remus took the shot in front of him and through it down his throat, grimacing at the sting that came with it. Then he got up and made his way over to the counter but not before flipping Sirius off.

‘That’s rude.”

You were so focused on polishing the cup in your hand you didn’t notice Remus approach the counter and sit on one of the stools. He watched you work, noticing the way you bit your lip in concentration. Remus tapped his empty shot glass on the counter to get your attention. Your head snapped at the sound, a smile popping into your face once you saw Remus.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“You want another shot?”

“Oh no thanks.”

“You could have left the glass on the table. I would go get it.”

“Yeah I know but then i wouldn’t be able to talk with you in peace. My friends can be a bit…”

“Annoying?”

“That’s the word.”

You let out a laugh and Remus wished he’d made you laugh before, you sounded like an angel.

“You can give me that if you want.”

“Oh yeah, here.”

You took the glass from Remus, your hand lingering a bit longer than needed against his. He smiled at the action causing a small blush to appear on your cheeks.

“I wanted to say thanks.”

“What for?”

“For the butterbeer.” “Oh it’s no problem. I know what it’s like to be peer pressured into stuff.”

“Yeah. In the end it worked out I guess.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well without that shot I probably wouldn’t have an excuse to talk to you.”

“You don’t need an excuse to talk to me, Rem.”

Remus smiled at the use of his nickname. This was the first time you two were actually talking and you already felt comfortable to call him in a friendly manner. That affected him more than he led on.

“Well the shot helped with the nerves.”

“Oh please if anyone needs to be nervous it's me.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well you’re older than me for one and you're stupid attractive.”

You placed a hand around your mouth just as the words left your lips. That bloody confidence popping in out of nowhere again.

“Well I have a hard time talking to pretty people. So..”

“You think I'm pretty?”

“I think you're a stunning, darling.”

You hang your head as your face heated up at the tone Remus used.

“Don’t get shy on me now, love. Not after staring so hard at me during lunch everyday you almost burned a hole through my head.”

“So you noticed that huh?”

“You’re not exactly discreet with your interest in me darling.”

“Are you mad?”

“Mad? Why would I be mad?”

“Some younger girl watching you must be annoying.”

“Not if I'm watching her too.”

You looked up at Remus, searching for a lack of honesty in his features and finding none. He was interested in you too. Remus Lupin, the boy you’d wished for for ages, likes you too. What in godric's name was going on? Your brain was still trying to process Remus' confession when he asked you out. At first you thought you’d heard him wrong.

“Sorry what?”

“You wanna go out sometime? Maybe after your shift.”

“Yeah. Yes, I'd love that.”

“Okay great. When are you off?”

“Uhm my shift ends in ten minutes.”

“Alright so meet you at Madam Puddifoot's in ten?”

“Okay see you then.”

Remus slung his legs off the stool and began making his way over to his friends but not before turning around and flashing you a grin that you returned. A date with Remus Lupin. Maybe working at the Three Broomsticks wasn’t so terrible after all.

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hobbitwrangler · 2 days ago

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Trick or treat! 🎃

Sorry for taking so long to respond to this, my response has been sitting in my drafts for weeks waiting for me to just spellcheck the damn thing but finally I have done it and here it is!💚

One day, but not today

Elros/Elros' wife | G | 3k | AO3

Idhrenwen had woken with greater energy than normal that morning, and had immediately strategised how best to take advantage of it. She had told her maids that she wished to have breakfast with her grandchildren, ignoring the sceptical looks that they exchanged. It annoyed her sometimes, the way that people would exchange glances and whispers as if she were not capable of noticing, nevermind that her eyesight and her hearing were not what they once were. Yet she refused to let it grate on her nerves, and so she had enjoyed her breakfast with her grandchildren. Elros had been gone already at that point, risen to complete who knew what business. He had always kept strange hours, and Idhrenwen was long accustomed to it, so she set to questioning the grandchildren about their latest adventures, letting herself bask in their simple troubles and their youthful faces and their bright eyes. After breakfast, she had roped Tindómiel into walking about the gardens with her, listening to her speak of her studies and absorbing the scent of the blooming roses all about them. That had been more tiring than she expected, and she had allowed herself a nap after that, waking up to discover with relief that she still had the urge to do more. By that time the news of her sudden burst of energy had reached her husband and when she was departing her chambers she found herself face to face with Tar-Minyatur himself.

He came to a halt directly beside her as she closed the door to her chambers, and she wondered if he had timed his arrival for exactly the moment that she would be awake and upright. Tall and unwearied, he towered above his subjects, even those ever-taller younger generations. When they married, Idhrenwen had begun wearing heeled shoes but in recent years they hurt her feet too much and she was forced to contend with craning her neck again. "Where did you spring from?" she asked, beginning to walk in no particular direction.

He fell into step beside her, arms folded innocently behind his back. "I hear you have been doing the rounds today," he remarked, ignoring her question.

Ah well, she could tell by the simple tunic and the well-worn boots that he had been outside, likely occupied by practical rather than official duties.She fixed her eyes on the faint line of dirt beneath his scrubbed clean nails rather than see the look of faint concern that she knew he wore. They both knew what that burst of energy meant in the sick and the old. "Hardly," she said lightly, brushing one mottled hand over his own. "I managed a few conversations with the grandchildren and I pestered our daughter for a while."

"I heard," said Elros, and she heard that fond, slanted smile in his voice. "She was very pleased at your pestering."

"Good," said Idhrenwen. It niggled sometimes, the feeling that she was an aged burden, weighing down a family whose elven blood rendered them so strong and beautiful and unmarred by the passage of time. The enchanted, faery beauty that surrounded the royal family always fell apart somewhat when she appeared, an old woman, out of place among beings cast in the mould of the Eldar. She was worried about being left behind sometimes, although there was little time for such thoughts now. You will not be left behind, she thought wryly, you will simply leave.

Elros hummed to himself, and she wondered if he could hear her thoughts. He likely could. He had the habit of answering questions that she was sure she had never asked, consoling her for worries that she had never expressed. "Well, how do you feel about a more relaxing afternoon?"

"How so?" she asked, finally tilting her head back to catch a glimpse of his face.

He smiled down at her, eyes the grey of a peaceful sea, captivating in a way that no mortal’s should be. "Come watch the birds with me."

And so here they were, her seated on a soft cushion for her aching joints and him seated on the flat stones of the riverside. It was a warm afternoon, the effect of the sun softened by the shade of the trees and a soft breeze moving through the woods. Elros had insisted that this area of woodland near the palace be preserved and, in deference to their new king’s elf-strange ways, his people had obliged.

He sat beside her, alert and watching, his eyes scanning the woodland and the river below for any sign of life, his notebook open on his lap to take note of anything to remark upon. He had spotted a kingfisher nest when they first arrived and had been occupied for a while, watching the parents feed their young, before his attention was drawn by a heron, which had appeared to watch them with a somewhat suspicious look in its eye.

“How many of those do you think you have by now?” Idhrenwen asked, gesturing at the notebook.

Elros took a moment to refocus on what she had said, before tilting his head in thought. The sunlight filtered down to bathe him in warm light, shining on his long, black hair, his face, with its strong nose and bright eyes seeming only stranger and more beautiful. He looked exactly as he had upon their first meeting, a creature just on the other side of mortality, fair and strange and young. She, on the other hand, could have been another woman. Long ago her russet hair had faded to white strands, curls lost to age. Her face had shrivelled and her body had shrunk, rheumatism and other ills freezing her joints. "Your eyes are the same," Elros would tell her, smiling as he brushed her hair and helped her prepare for bed at night. “River-water under sunlight.”

“Oh, there must be at least one hundred,” said Elros lightly. “They shall take a while to catalogue, certainly, but imagine the picture they shall paint of these lands and all that dwells here!”

Idhrenwen smiled to herself at that. Elros was not afraid of the world about him, not even wolves or bears gave him pause; indeed she suspected that much fear, of death, of foes, of the terrors of life, had been burned from him long before she met him. “There is beauty in this world, no matter how briefly its colours show,” he had told her once, when they still barely knew each other. “And I intend to see it, to make it bloom again, another year, if I can.”

She would have thought one who loved beautiful things would have remained with the elves - indeed she had told him so - but he had only shaken his head. “Simply because a thing lasts does not make it beautiful. The age of a thing does not give it meaning.”

Elros’ voice brought her out of her musings, lively with delight. “Not just a picture of these lands either,” he remarked, holding up the notebook so that she could better see it.

He had flipped back a few pages to show a drawing eclipsing his notes on squirrel populations. It was a drawing of Tindómiel, smiling her father’s smile, pearls gleaming in her hair. “And look …” He flipped back a few more pages to reveal another drawing. An old woman bent down beside a small boy, arm extended to point something out to him. Me and Aulendil, she realised, recognising the curious look on the boy’s round face. Yes, it truly was her; that wrinkled face, that hooked nose, those embroidered robes and heavy earrings.

“You are making me look awfully callous, guren mell,” she remarked, tugging affectionately at the soft material of his tunic. “All of my notebooks contain nothing but cold facts. What shall they say of the Queen’s heart?”

Elros laughed, a sound so merry that she thought the trees would dance. “They shall say that it was full of the ancient wisdom of her people and the great legends of Men, while her husband wandered in the woods and made his little scribbles.”

That was not true, and they both knew it. As was his way, Elros had thrown his all into his chosen people, into their safety, their strength, their wellbeing. That Númenor stood as it did today, that Armenelos gleamed so brightly in the setting sun, that they were a whole, united people despite all that had befallen them before their journey here, that was all due to him. There was a reason that they had chosen him as their king and it was because they loved him, as he loved them.

It was hard to remember, sometimes, whether she had loved him first as a king or as a husband, and she had long since given up trying to decide. It was impossible not to love him, she thought, and she was sure, after hundreds of years, that it was not simply the first flush of ardour talking. How could one not love a person so full of life? She had thought it was because of his elf-blood at first, that the glow of immortality must still hang about him. Yet she had met elves since then, and now she was certain that it was simply Elros, and he was indefatigably alive.

Unlike you.

“You know I still wonder that it is real,” she heard herself say. “All that I have been since I was born. That we are here. That I am Queen Nolwendë of the an island born out of the sea. That I have lived so long and seen so much that my mother would never believe …”

“You suit it,” said Elros. "Being a creature out of legend."

She would have doubted him, in the early years. Despite all her bravado, she would have doubted him. She knew some had thought her impudent, out of her depth, attempting to make that strange, beloved almost-Man her own. She had not truly known then, what it would mean, would never have visualised herself as she was now, living in a great palace, her clothes heavy with finery and the weight of her position. She had been caught up in it all, in the heady strangeness of new life and new beginnings and the weight of all that was to be remembered and all that was to be built and all that was to come. And yet even if you had known, you’d have been too stubborn not to forge ahead anyway. And maybe that was why they both sat here, enjoying the forest's calm, because they had both been stubborn enough to try.

Elros’ gaze had wandered to the riverbank, where two otters were splashing in the shallows, chittering and squabbling until they caught his scent. They tilted their heads to one side, looking at him with bright curious eyes. They did not seem afraid of him, rather mildly curious. Maybe they smelled the blood of the Eldar in him or, even fainter, that of Melian.

“It’s like a story,” Idhrenwen remarked to herself.

Elros looked up at her again, inclining his head to indicate that she should continue. “How many stories do you think there are from the dark years, about faery kings stealing fair maidens?”

“I don’t know,” said Elros, meeting her gaze squarely and with an impudence that none of her grandchildren would ever dare display, and sliding into Taliska. “Tell me, Wise Rune of the House of Hador.”

She attempted to slap him, but he caught her wrist, his grip warm and firm as he laughed. “I meant no insult,” he protested, grinning as he reached to grasp her other hand. “Please do tell me, wise one.”

“I have told you it before,” Idhrenwen chided, leaning closer and trying not to smile. “In fact, I remember I began to tell it to you on our wedding night and you would not let me finish.”

“Because I could sense that it had a sad ending,” said Elros firmly, “and I will not have anything to do with that sort of thing.”

There was a long pause. In the silence, Idhrenwen could hear the sighing of the trees, the gentle music of a thrush, mingling with the soothing whisper of the river. It was just like all those years ago, the two of them wandering beneath the trees, her recounting the tales of her ancestors as he helped her across a chattering stream, him attempting to explain the difference between Noldorin and Sindarin jewellery fashions while they gathered herbs, both sitting in silence and enjoying the humming delight of simply being next to each other, watching the sun paint the sky anew. It was easier, within the white walls and intricate comfort of the palace, to withdraw into their ceremonial roles, to hide behind the day-to-day of living and not face the winding inevitability of time.

I will not see the season’s end. They both knew it, but he refused to say it, staring in silence at the river. She knew he did not wish to speak of it. After all, they had spent so many hours discussing it when they were young, huddled beneath the cover of the trees as it rained above them, her knees touching his as they attempted, with minds still so young, to wrestle with the question of his version of mortality. She could remember those moments so vividly, and thanked the Valar that her mind remained clear even if her body was so diminished. She could smell it, the rain on the damp earth, the scent of tree sap and autumn, could feel his hands grasping hers, his thumb rubbing gently against her skin. For all his choice, she thought, looking at the fair being before her, caught between Elf and Man, scarcely changed since those rainy afternoons beneath the pines, he might as well be immortal as far as I am concerned.

Enough. They had had their conversations about all this, and now that it was close, it seemed Elros could not face it. That worried her. She worried what would become of him when she died and all the hypotheticals that they had discussed beneath the pines became real as salt sting in the eyes.

She reached her hand to touch his shoulder, still solid and strong beneath her thin fingers. As if sensing what was to come, he inclined his head, those soft grey eyes taking her in as the breeze cast a strand of black hair across his face. It was loosening in the wind, rogue strands rippling and tangling in the silver and pearl earrings with which he adorned his ears. A gift from Tindómiel, she remembered.

"One day," said Idhrenwen gently, "I am going to die."

They were heavy words, and yet it felt strangely liberating to say them, to hear them mingle with the soft sounds of the river and the forest. I said it, and the sun did not cease to shine.

Elros’ eyes became heavier, his one hand grasping her wrist as the other held hers tightly. "Yes,” he said softly. “But not today."

Yes. But not today. And he was mortal, she realised then. One day, I will die, but not today. Today, I am alive, and I can smell the earth beneath the sun. A pointless defiance in the face of death. It is coming. But it has not come yet. Maybe that was what mortal life was then, a defiant shout into the ungrateful silence. Echoing. She wished to speak then, to point out that while it might not be today, it would come, and swiftly. And yet it was pointless. He had weighed this all up before, had decided, had made the choice of Lúthien. And then he had married her, had chosen to lose her even as he took her unto himself.

"And when you do die,” Elros continued, not breaking her gaze, his voice still gentle and warm as the caress of his thumb against her skin, “I will carry you in my heart until the day I go to follow you and find you among our forefathers and our friends."

And there it was. For all his youth and his elfen beauty and his eyes of things from beyond the sea, he would follow her. It will be just like when we were young, when I led you to the hidden temple and you fell behind. She could remember that so clearly, standing upon the crest of the hill, heart thudding at the thought of showing him what only the wise women of her people knew (and yet what did it matter, they were leaving anyway soon), taunting him for being bested by mortal kind.

"I am sorry I must leave you so soon," she told him, freeing her hand so that she could run it through his hair, soft and warmed by the sun.

Elros smiled a little, caught between tenderness and sorrow. "I am sorry I must follow you so tardily."

That made her smile then, despite the pricking behind her eyes. They had both heard of elves fading after the deaths of their beloveds but, no matter how it would hurt, how he would mourn, he would linger, to look after their people, to watch their children and grandchildren grow up, to count the kingfisher’s children, seated in a row open a tree branch. "You always did take the long way around."

"Always,” he laughed. “But I will go to you with gladness."

"Good,” said Idhrenwen firmly, cupping his face as she met his gaze, ever-strange and more familiar than her own reflection. “I will be patient. So long as you look after the birds and the otters while I am gone."

Elros smiled, inclining his head and planting a kiss on the knuckles of the hand he grasped. "Whatever my Queen would wish," he said, and Idhrenwen felt the sun bathe her in adoring warmth.

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#please believe me when i say i tried to make this short. i just failed epicly #the silmarillion #the silmarillion fanfic #elros #elros' wife #elros x elros' wife #my fics #asks

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creepylittlelady · 10 months ago

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Splendor Man HCs plz

Hiii!!!! Thank you so much for this ask, I love love LOVE Splendorman! I just learnt recently that he's actually meant to be Slenderman's older brother? But I'm so used to seeing him as the emotional younger sibling that I don't really wanna switch that around in my AU. Also Slenderman's backstory sorta relies on him being the oldest lmao.

Splendorman Headcanons!

-Splendorman was born the youngest, being born as Simon Gideon Durchdenwald. He was born in Prussia on October 31st, 1875. He died at the age of 26 in 1901.

-His overly happy and childish persona is sort of a coping mechanism for what he went through in life. He was often teased as a kid and spent most of his days alone, although he really did love the company of others. Not to mention the situation with Charles and his family, he was basically just in a constant state of stress all the time and as Splendorman he vowed to take it easy.

-The dude is the definition of patience. There's not much that will set this man off, and you only ever see him genuinely angry once in a century (Trender genuinely calculated it lmao). You can be every form of just shitty person and he can tolerate it. The dude is always smiling, kinda eerie sometimes......

-Due to being cursed by the Operator, he now takes on a similar form to the rest of the Slender brothers, however as he was the most 'human' out of all of them, he has a face and more human features. His tentacles are white and have little bells on them that chime everytime he's happy :3

-He LOVES doing magic and will often perform for people when they're sad. Upset? Here, have a bunny pulled from a tophat!

-His favourite song is Daisy Bell! He often sings it whilst frolicking the fields lmfao.

-He's genuinely the nicest person you'll ever met, but don't get him wrong, he can still do bad things. NEVER underestimate just how kind he can be. If he genuinely ever does lose his patience with someone, they're dead within the hour.

-He has absolutely no concept of an inside or outside voice lmfao, the dude is always really loud and really hyperbolic about everything, and he just loves using random hand gestures.

-He's an incredibly moral person and doesn't ever kill out of his own volition, and often breaks down in tears every time he ends up killing someone. He's gotten used to it now, but he still feels nauseous.

-He absolutely ADORES Halloween as alongside it just being Halloween, it's also his birthday! He throws a massive party for everyone in the Underground to come and join :3

-He truly does care and love for Slender as he just wants to help with whatever hes going through and get them out of this situation, no scratch that, he just wants to see his older brother again and just have a normal conversation with him. He tries his absolute hardest to find where Slender lives and has had no luck so far.

-He and Trender live in a manor house together in a very fashionable part of the Underground, it's definitely the brightest and most well-decorated in their neighbourhood.

-Splendor operates an ice-cream van!!!! He's also very popular with the local kiddies, and loves performing shows for them

-Lazari is somewhat aware of his existence. However, when she asked Slenderman, while Operating was controlling the body, who he was, it stated that Splendorman wasn't to be trusted, to which she just blindly listened. Although Splendorman has definitely tried to befriend her more than once, she just sort of gives a half-glance and walks away.

-He's also stumbled across Eyeless Jack and Ben Drowned before, and as they were told the same thing about him, they both turned away from him. He wonders if all three of them are correlated with them somehow.

-He hates not being liked. It's his absolute worst fear, and if someone doesn't like he goes into a panicked frenzy.

-He's actually quite smart! He doesn't like focusing his efforts on academic matters, but if you gave him a very complicated question he'd be able to answer it in a matter of minutes :3

Thanks for the request!

#littlelady #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta au #puppet strings #slenderman #ben drowned #creepypasta headcanons #splendorman #trenderman #slender brothers #splendorman headcanons #lazari swann #lazari creepypasta #the operator

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midnighmoonligh · 7 months ago

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hello hello! I just recently found your blog and I have learned so much from it! I was wondering if you could do another Voltron story w Keith and Lance, but their roles reversed? Could you also do different backgrounds? As in, Lance in your last story had been a caregiver before, I don’t want Keith to have the same story, y’know what I mean?

you don’t have to do any of this ofc! It’s just a request! Otherwise, I love all your stories and I appreciate what you’ve done to make other people aware.

A/N

Hope I somewhat hit the mark! Took forever to figure out what you meant then I didn't really have any ideas until suddenly I did and now I have too many. I'll think about doing a part two but for now here you go! 💞💞

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Fandom

Voltron

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Characters

Lance ;; 18 ;; He/Him ;; Little

Keith ;; 20 ;; He/They ;; CG

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⚠Content Warnings⚠

Violence, War stuff, General Voltron themes.

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" Shiro I don't know what you're on about today with bringing this up suddenly, " Keith huffed as he shut down the training bot. His sword remained tight in his hand, breaths uneven from the exercise.

Just behind him, Shiro was leaned against the wall by the doors. His arms were crossed calmly over his chest. A long sigh left him.

" I guess, I just... have been thinking about it a lot recently, " Shiro told him truthfully. " I mean, I know you have always wanted to be a caregiver.. " he trailed off.

Keith gave a short nod. The day that both of them found out they were caregivers was awkward as hell in Itself, but it also gave them something to bond over. The sword in his hand retracted as he turned on his heels and walked toward his oldest friend.

" Just spit it out. What are you thinking? " he spoke harshly, visibly disliking the drag on the conversation.

" What if a little is on our team? Or several? What if we find one out there-"

" Shiro that's really unlikely, " Keith cut Shiro off without hesitation. He ran his fingers through his hair, more intending to get the sweat from his face than anything. " Besides what would you do if you found one out there, " he huffed.

" It's not like the team would suddenly agree to bring a random alien on ship just because you pleaded with them, " he rolled his eyes. However, he paused after. His expression turned into a saddened one, rather than annoyed. " Not after everything we've been through. "

" I know, you're right, " Shiro sighed and pushed himself off the wall. " I'm done now, I guess that just scratched my itch to talk about it, " the older shrugged off before tossing an arm across the youngers shoulders.

" I'm starving and you smell, so let's go, " he smiled down at him.

" Whatever, " Keith grumbled.

***

Keith couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't believe what was right in front of him. This had to be a joke. He knew the fight they had just barely survived was a lot, but really?

How did Shiro know?

God he is NEVER telling him he was right. He'd never live that down. Just after an attack from the Galra occured, everyone had thought they made it out okay. Besides soreness and bruises from being tossed around. Getting back and removing their gear, Lance seemed to hang by. He seemed off, from dropping things to generally seeming to lack in motor skills. This set off Keith's caregivering instinct, but he decided to ignore it.

As usual, Keith waited until the room was empty before removing his gear. He hadn't realized Lance decided to do the same this time. Which was strange. Usually, he was messy scrambling out of it and one of the first people to leave. When he had finished and turned around, he found Lance in tears. Lance. Crying.

It made his heart sink. Sure they fought constantly and he always was getting on his nerves, but something about their most optimistic team member crying genuinely scared him. He watched for a moment, hot tears falling from Lance's eyes while his gloved hands failed to get a grip on the armor enough to remove it. Carefully, as if approaching a scared animal, Keith inched towards Lance.

" Do you want some help? " he asked, quietly and gently.

Despite his efforts, he still startled him. Lance jumped, head shooting up to stare at him. His eyes were wide, like a deer caught in headlights. His lip trembled, absolutely breaking his heart.

" I just want to help, not to fight if anything, " he reassured.

" Please, " the word, slightly slurred, stumbled out of Lance.

With a short nod, Keith carefully helped Lance out of the armor. Once it was removed, damage under it could be seen. Sometimes, it dug into the wrong places despite fitting to their body types. Taking the wrong blow could cause it to cut in or heavily bruise spots. Lance seemed to have taken too many of these wrong blows.

Keith helped all the way until he was dressed. Then he stepped back. He didn't know what to do, it was making him nervous. Of course he didn't want to assume Lance was regressing or anything, nor force the very idea onto him. He swallowed thickly. Before he got the courage to speak, Lance got it first.

" Can I hug you? " he'd whisper.

The request surprised him. Lance didn't even look at him, rather, the floor looked much more interesting to the younger paladin. Taking a deep breath, Keith loosely wrapped his arms around the taller. He pulled his head against him, where it landed just under his chest since he was sitting on the bench still.

" I know I'm not the best at comfort and all that, but are you okay? " Keith mustered up the courage to ask.

Arms slowly wrapped around him. Soon, hands gripped his jacket while a short sobbed escaped Lance. Keith held him a bit tighter. His chest ached, but he knew this was all he could do for now. He gently ran his fingers through his hair, adjusting a bit to be craddling his head better. It seemed to help, since after ten minutes of straight messy crying Lance had calmed.

" Sorry, " Lance tried to pull away.

Keith only pulled him back, not letting him go just yet. He didn't fight back either just accepted it and buried his face back into his stomach.

" Don't be, " Keith huffed, " I get it. "

" It hurts, " he whined quietly, accidentally cutting off his neee somewhat friend.

" I know, " he sighed sadly, running his fingers back through his hair. " We should get you to bed little fawn. "

This visibly startled Lance. He pushed back from Keith, gently pressing his forearms against his stomach to do so. He got free easily, as a result. His eyes wide as he stared up to him. He looked scared, anxious, all of it really. There was too many negative emotions for Keith to entirely pick up.

" You-"

" Don't judge, " Keith cut him off swiftly. " And accept who you are. There's nothing wrong with you, your mind just doesn't know what to do, " he told him gently. He reached a hand out and ruffled his hair. Then be turned to grab Lance's shoes.

" You know what's happening to me? " Lance asked, stumbling over his words. " You know at all? " he hiccuped.

The sound made Keith worry. He grabbed the worn out tennis shoes then quickly returned. He kneeled down in front of him to help him put them on. Even tying them for him, knowing very well how little it'd make Lance feel.

" I do. It's called age regression, and it's just a coping mechanism. Loads of people do it for various reasons. Some have caregivers and some don't. Me and Shiro are caregivers, if that isn't obvious. "

" You? " Lance questioned with a small giggle, lifting an arm up to wipe his face with his sleeve.

" Come on, don't give me that " Keith rolled his eyes with a huff. Using the bench, he helped himself up. The soreness was definitely getting to him too. " There's loads of things you don't know about me, " he teased with a playful smile.

" Now come on, let's get you laying down at least. "

Lance nodded, offering a hand to Keith who quickly took it. The tired and bruised little pulled himself up with a wince. They walked out of the, sort of, locker room then headed towards where the bedrooms were at. They walked very slow, more because any faster and Lance kept tripping. He held Keith's hand the entire time they walked to his bedroom. When they reached Lance's room, they quickly got him inside and straight to bed.

Keith removed his shoes, helping him get comfortable and even going as far as to tuck him into bed. He sat by him on the bed, just gently petting his hair.

" Why fawn? " Lance asked quietly, slightly fumbling the word.

" You look like a deer when you're surprised, " Keith chuckled with a rare smile. It made Lance smile at him.

" Okay, " he accepted the answer with a small nod.

Then he moved to lay on his side, well, the one that didn't hurt too bad anyways. Keith remained there, quietly humming while tracing circles on his back instead of playing with his hair. It reminded Lance of his mom, his family. As he began to doze off, getting the much needed sleep, he sucked on his thumb without even thinking about it. The exhaustion completely crashed into him now that he was laying down. He accepted it with ease, allowing Keith's humming to guide him through his dreams.

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psychotic4ghost · 6 months ago

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Strength Together a story by Psychotic4Ghost

TW: guns, mild language, mentions of scars/injury WC: 3.4k

Masterlist <- Chapter 5 // Chapter 7 ->

The soft rhythmic beeps of Ghost’s EKG picked up suddenly, startling Ophelia as she was slowly removing his feeding tube one morning. She watched his monitors, all signs being more than good.

“Ophelia?” Ghost croaked out, his throat was dry and almost unable to form words.

“I’m right here.” This wasn’t the first time he had woken up and the only word coming from him was her name. She adored it more than she should have as it was nice to know he thought about her.

“Water?” It was strangled but Ophelia could still understand his one word request. Next to her she had a clean cup of water, she used the automatic hydraulics to lift his bed into a more sitting position before helping him drink. This was something that happened almost every day, sometimes twice a day which meant he was recovering smoothly.

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled, this wasn’t a first either. Ophelia always chalked it up to the drugs he was on making him a little delirious.

“Thank you, drink more water.” Ophelia requested as she helped tip the glass to his lips. His hand came up to the glass, gently wrapping around her own. His calloused hand held tightly onto hers that held the water as he took in big gulps.

“How are you feeling today?” Ophelia was trying to distract herself from his hand around hers as he finished the glass of water.

“Better.” his voice was clearer now after finishing the water. “How long has it been, what happened?”

Ophelia had told him what happened before but he was more out of it than he was now. He seemed to almost be fully aware this time. “It’s been one and a half weeks and you were shot.”

“Nolan, huh?” It almost felt as if he was himself again, just waking up from a nap.

“That’s what I was told, yeah. Price says you were protecting Gaz.”

“Yeah, I remember that. Nolan had him at gunpoint, couldn’t lose another.”

“So you sacrifice yourself?” Ophelia cocked her head to the side.

“He’s young. He deserves to keep living.”

“Ghost, you’re only thirty five. You’re still young too.” Ophelia took her usual seat next to his hospital bed with a saddened look adorning her features.

Ghost chuckled, a noise she didn’t realize she missed hearing. “He’s still younger. He deserves to live on. Not to mention his caring nature.”

“I can’t argue with that, however, I still think you deserve life just as much.”

“You’re too sweet to me.” A soft smile filled his eyes, a smile pulling under his black surgical mask that he pulled over his nose after drinking the water.

“Well, you are still my patient.”

“No. Not what I meant. Even when you first got here, you always were sweeter to me. Not scared either.”

“The drugs are talking, Ghost.” Ophelia was trying her best to dismiss this somewhat awkward conversation. She wasn’t sure how to take what he was saying. If she took it to heart, she could be crushed later when the meds wore off and he came to his senses.

“Don’t do that.” Ghost mumbled.

“Do what?”

“Dismiss my feelings. You lowered the dose, I know you did. I remember the last two times I woke up. I know you think I don’t.”

Ophelia found herself unable to move, shock filled her veins as she realized what he was saying. The last few times he had called her pretty, sweet, wonderful and even thanked her in such a soft and caring way, weren’t just the drugs talking. She obviously knew she lowered his dose, but she didn’t know that he knew too.

The fact he was still awake too, meant he was recovering and her lowering of the dose as an experiment to see how he was doing, was proving that he was doing a lot better than she expected. Price was right, this man heals incredibly fast and would return to his usual self in no time. Though this was not his usual self. He was usually cold towards her and everyone around him. This show of warmth was something that was not normal coming from Ghost. Pink filtered onto her cheeks, she could feel the tips of her ears grow hot as she stared into his eyes.

“Did Price force you to shower? You smell like flowers. I half expected you to smell like death since I figured you hardly left that chair.” Ghost chuckled to himself as he noticed the very obvious pink creeping onto her cheeks. It only got worse the more he spoke.

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Three days had passed since Ghost had fully woken up. He was eating and drinking by himself and he would crack bad jokes for Ophelia. He said it was his payment to her for taking such good care of him. She still chalked it all up to the meds, even though she had lowered them to almost nothing by now.

“I know you don’t need to put this much weight on me Lieutenant.” Ophelia grumbled as she helped Ghost walk up and down the halls. He was in open heeled slippers, gray sweats and a black, short sleeve compression shirt. Which he had to remove when she did her check ups, something that made her fluster every time.

“I’m so weak though, doc.” Ghost would exaggerate a weak tone as he put even more of his weight on her. He could walk just fine. Turning his head in any direction was the hard part. He made Gaz laugh so hard he needed to leave the room when Ghost turned to look at something but he turned his head like batman in the 1989 film. It made Ghost grumble but when he noticed Ophelia trying to stifle her laughter, it eased his tension.

“I watched you get out of bed just fine like two minutes ago!” Ophelia said as she pushed against his collapsing weight.

“Oh shit, do you need help?” Gaz came around the corner and was immediately rushing to their aid, only for Ghost to straighten up just fine. Gaz gave them both a quizzical look before rambling off questions. “How long till he’s back in the field?”

“It’d be months if I had it my way. But Price informed me of an upcoming mission that I am not partial to.” Ophelia crossed her arms and gave a small little huff, one Ghost found to be absolutely adorable. Both men did, they all saw her as a little puppy sometimes.

“Little reunion here?” Price came around the other corner behind them as Ghost did his best to turn normally.

“Guess Ghost can walk pretty well now.” Gaz smiled, as he was the one to catch Ghost teasing Ophelia, which was not like him at all.

“Good, we have another mission in about three days.” Price informed the three in front of him.

“I still don’t think it wise to let Ghost go on this mission. He wouldn’t be able to use a gun properly.” Ophelia interjected.

“We’ll take him down to the shooting range and see. Are his stitches out?” Price asked.

“Yes, I took them out yesterday.” Ophelia put her hand up to hide her lips as if she didn’t want the boys who were about a foot from her, to hear. “Between you and me cap, I don’t think he’s human. No one heals this fast.” The team laughed at her joke, Gaz agreeing with her.

“Does he even have bandages on anymore?” Priced asked as he eyed the collar of Ghost’s shirt.

“Nope. Don’t need ‘em.” Ghost said as he flashed his neck, showing the red and pink skin from where he was shot. It was already forming into a scar.

“Doc, do I have your permission to take him to the range today?” Price asked as he looked down at her.

Ophelia let out a defeated sigh, she’d like to keep him in her clinic longer, just to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid that could prolong his healing. But she had enough proof that he didn’t need to stay. With how quickly he heals, he should be perfectly fine to do whatever now. Even turning his head was getting easier and easier. “Fine. But I’m coming with. Let me put my lab coat in my office, I’ll meet you there. No guns till I’m there!” Ophelia took off down the hall in a light jog, not trusting them to wait for her.

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The range was always cold, the cement walls doing nothing to make it feel less like a cell. The back wall was lined with a massive arsenal of guns. This was a private chamber that only certain members had access to as the weapons weren’t locked up. If any other sergeant or private wanted to practice, they would have to be accompanied by a higher up or check a weapon out from the armory and practice in the lower level range.

“I hate this room.” Ophelia groaned as she watched each of the boys choose their weapon. Ghost went for a SVA 545, a smaller option when it came to assault rifles. Ophelia could pinpoint the name of it only because it was one Ghost shot a lot and he had told her about it the last few times they were in the range together.

Gaz picked a handgun for now, one Ophelia didn’t know the name of, and Price picked a much heavier looking weapon that Ophelia eyed, she didn’t want to admit that it was kind of pretty.

“BAS-B, it’s a battle rifle. One of the bigger and more powerful guns.” Price informed as he saw Ophelia eyeing the gun.

“That would knock ya’ clean onto your arse.” Ghost added as he inspected his own gun.

“Why are you so against guns again?” Gaz asked as he pulled back the barrel of his gun, inspecting the inside.

“They take lives.”

“But what if someone is about to take yours, are you just going to let them kill you?” Price asked, the conversation growing darker.

“N-no-” Ophelia tried to find an answer but couldn’t.

“Then how are you going to stop them? Injure them and hope they don’t follow?” Ghost asked, he had his gun aimed down at the ground, in a relaxed position as if holding a death machine was nothing to him, and it was nothing to him.

“I-I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.” Ophelia said honestly, she had never been in a situation where she needed to, except the last mission.

“If you try, just once, and you still don’t want to learn, I won’t force you. But please just try once. Or at least let me teach you your way around a gun so in case you need it, in case we aren’t there to protect you, you can save yourself.” Ghost held out a small handgun, even smaller than the one Gaz held.

“I’ll learn about it and I’ll shoot it once. But no more.” Ophelia said as she clasped her hands together in front of her, not wanting to touch it.

“I’m going to take her into the safe room, teach her a little while you guys practice.” Ghost announced to his team as he led her into a sound dampened room so they could talk.

He set the small handgun down on the table that was in the room. It was a medium sized room with boxes of ammo and gun attachments lining the walls and the side counters.

“This is a P890, it’s a smaller option for handguns. Shoots 9mm. It will have some kick, but nothing like what Price is shooting.” Ghost nodded over to the glass window that looked into the range. Price’s shoulder kicked back with each single fire of the weapon.

“He makes it look easy but really, that gun would have you on the ground so fast.” Ghost picked up the gun and started pulling it apart skillfully. He listed off each part of the gun as he put it back together.

“You grip it like this,” Ghost took her hand as gently as he could as he wrapped her much smaller hand around the grip of the gun. He could feel her shaking beneath his grip. His hold on her tightened, “No need to shake. It’s not even loaded. Look we’ll even take the mag out, yeah?” Ghost lifted his thumb to a small button on the side of the firearm and pressed, the mag slid out from the base and into his awaiting palm.

The firearm instantly felt lighter in her grip as he set the mag down on the table with a light thud. The mag was empty just like he said but she did feel safer without it in the gun. “Take it.” Ghost let go of her hand which dropped lightly with the unexpected weight. She hadn’t realized how much of the weight he was supporting till he took his hand away.

“Mess with it, find the right grip for you, get comfortable with it, but please, for the love of everything, do not point it at either of us.”

“Why? It’s not loaded.”

“It’s still a weapon. Loaded or not, you never want to risk it.” Ghost gave a soft chuckle as he realized he would be starting from ground zero with her. “We take gun safety very seriously, Ophelia. I know you’re scared of it and don’t like the idea of hurting someone, but even we don’t wield these with the intention to kill. They are merely a form of protection.”

For the next hour or so, Ghost taught her all about the weapon. Where the safety is, how to eject the mag, hand, thumb, and trigger finger placement, and so much more. She could slowly feel herself easing into it, her fear lessening with each of his words. Was it her growing knowledge that made this easier or was it his voice? Was it the fact that it was Ghost teaching her and not someone else, that calmed her? Whatever it was, she was feeling more confident until he asked the very scary question, “Ready to take her into the range?”

Ophelia was snapped out of her daze at his question, “You mean sh-shoot?”

Ghost nodded his head, “The boys are gone. It’d just be you and me.”

Ophelia turned to look into the range through the bullet proof glass. The guys had left a while ago, she was sure of it. She never did realize when the soft bangs stopped and the beep of the security door had gone off, all things she would have still been able to hear in that small room. How lost had she actually gotten in his voice? Fuck.

“Maybe not today. We need to eat anyway, it’s past dinner time.” Ophelia looked at her watch as a means to avoid eye contact before realizing the time and they did actually need to eat; him especially.

“Tomorrow then. I want you to have at least shot a gun once before our next mission.” Ophelia nodded at his request, she was incredibly apprehensive but understood his desire for her to know how to shoot.

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“Sergeant Fang will be reassigned to Team Alpha. Team Bravo will be stationed at the safe house, guarding our medic, Ghost as the leader.” Price was giving their small team the rundown. Team Bravo was the watch team, this time consisting of five men plus Ghost making six. Alpha team, led by Captain Price, had ten men, including Gaz, that were to storm the village.

“Ghost, you will be taking point inside the safe house, Ophelia is to be accompanied at all times. Do not let her out of your sight.” Price ordered and Ghost gave a quick “Rog.” never disobeying a direct order from Price.

The mission was coming up quicker than Ophelia hoped for. The idea of being that close to gun fire again wasn’t something she was looking forward too, and with Ghost being on the field, playing bodyguard or not, was not something she wanted either. Though she knew she couldn’t fight Ghost on this, as he was insistent he be on the mission.

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“Higher. Your shoulders are too low, that’s why you keep complaining that you can’t see.” Ghost nagged as he attempted to teach Ophelia to at least hold the gun. It was loaded this time and he could see how her arms shook with fear of the loaded firearm.

“It hurts my neck.” Ophelia complained as she dropped the gun to her side and pulled her ear muffs to the side, making sigh as he had to do the same. They were on and off since Ophelia was stalling.

“That’s ‘cause your shoulders are too low. Again.” This time Ghost placed himself directly behind her, his front almost flush with her backside. She could feel his muscles through the compression shirt he wore. His hands gripped under her elbows, pushing them up and sliding along the underside of her arms to her hands. He gripped the weapon over her much smaller ones and helped her aim down range.

“Ghost…”

He let out a grunt in response, not realizing the effect he was having on the poor girl that was practically underneath him at this point. “Look through the sights, not at me.” Or so she thought.

Ophelia cleared her throat before looking down the ironsights of the weapon. She could see her target but she could also feel his finger pushing hers to the trigger. Panic flooded her as she realized he was about to make her shoot the weapon.

“Breathe, Lia. Your shot won’t be on target if you’re panicked like this.” Ghost shifted so his hips were away from hers, lowering himself so he could see better from her height, which meant he had to bend over quite a bit.

Ophelia took in the deepest breath she could muster before moving her trigger finger herself. She curved her finger around the trigger and with one last breath in, she pulled it back and the gun kicked back towards her. If Ghost’s hands weren’t still around hers, she just knew the gun would have hit her in the face. She wasn’t ready for such recoil.

Ghost took the weapon from her and took a step back. “See? It’s not that bad.”

“It nearly hit me in the face. Had you not been there, it would have.” Ophelia huffed as she watched the paper target pull closer to her face. Ghost had moved towards the button that controlled the target's range.

“That would have killed.” Ghost said matter-of-factly. “Good shot.”

“I still don’t like this.”

“Well, our deal was that you shoot at least once before the missions starts, and you did just that.” Ghost let a small smile slip to his lips, one she wouldn’t be able to see past the mask as his eyes didn’t crinkle.

“Why are you so keen on this?” Ophelia asked as she backed away from the marked shooting area.

“If I go down, you need to know how to protect yourself. You’re an asset to this team. What does Price call team assets?” Ghost asked as he unloaded and inspected the weapon before taking care of it.

“Family.” Ophelia murmured. “But I’m just the doctor, I’m not actually a part of the team, Ghost.”

“In Price’s eyes you are. And what Price says, goes.” Ghost couldn’t pull himself to say it directly, so he hoped she would pick up on the hints. Over time he found that social queues seemed to be a weakness of hers. She was definitely more book smart than street smart and it made Ghost laugh.

“Just don’t make me carry one in the safe house.” Ophelia huffed again, like a small child. It made Ghost chuckle.

“I won’t but if things go south, expect me to slide a handgun your way.” Ghost found himself smiling at her more and more as they spent time together.

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<- Chapter 5 // Chapter 7 -> Story Masterlist // Main Masterlist

#Dr. Ophelia J. Burns #Ophelia Burns #OC #OC by p4g #Simon Riley #Ghost x OC #MW3 #COD #COD MW3 #Strength Together #Simon Riley x Ophelia Burns #Simon Riley Smut #MW3 Smut #COD Smut

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nabataprophet · 10 months ago

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without hurting or being hurt

Whenever you lose track of your father, you always find him in the same place. You round the corner of the library and find him, as always, tucked into the back with a thick tome in hand.

You tug at his robes to get his attention. Whenever he's reading, no matter how much you try to raise your voice, you can never draw his attention unless you do this.

"Sophia?!" He yelps, nearly dropping the heavy tome. He catches it at the last moment, breathing a sigh of relief to not have beaned his young daughter right on the head. "Sorry, were you calling me?"

"...Is it... fun...?"

Your voice is shot from playing with Fae all afternoon, but your father knows you well enough to interpret your vague statement and the pointing of your finger.

Your father's face lights up. "Dark magic? Oh, there's so much to learn! I could study just the knowledge gathered in Arcadia alone and not make it through even half—no, not even a fourth—of it in my lifetime! Isn't that incredible? I consider myself pretty learned in the ancient language, too, so just imagine how much faster I could read if I were completely fluent! To be honest, I was also thinking about asking the village elder to help me translate a few sections."

Excitement colors his voice as he launches into an impassioned explanation. Recently, you've noticed him moving slower than usual, but seeing him so passionate soothes your anxieties somewhat.

"Can I... learn, too?"

The bright smile on your father's face fades, replaced by a more complicated expression. He takes the tome in his hand and returns it to its home on the shelf, far above where your tiny hands can reach.

"Honestly, you're my daughter, so you may have a talent in dark magic, but I hope there never comes a day you have to use it, Sophia."

"...Why?"

"Hmmm... let me put it this way. The people who live outside of this village aren't very nice people. They like to hurt other people, especially if they have dragon blood like you do. You're a very kindhearted girl, Sophia, so I hope you never have to hurt another person. Do you understand?"

You nod quietly. You don't want to hurt anyone, either. Sometimes when you close your eyes, you see flashes of visions of people attacking each other with weapons. It's all incomprehensible to a little girl who has only known the safety and peace of a true Utopia. You don't understand why a person would willingly hurt another person.

Your father scoops you up in his arms, holding you close.

"You really do resemble your mother more and more by the day." He strokes your head, affection in his eyes and regret in his voice. "...But I can't help but wish you resembled me as well. Ha ha, forgive your selfish father, Sophia."

It's many years later when you finally understand what he had meant when he told you those words on that day. He is long gone now, his lifespan mere days in comparison to yours. Sometimes you wonder if he had already known at that point that he was never going to be able to see you grow older.

It's not until after the war that you return to the library of your youth. You're tall enough now to pluck that tome off the shelf without even needing to stand on tiptoes. The well-loved pages of the book open easily under your fingers. When you were younger, you had wondered what kind of secrets the book your father had kept hidden from you had contained. By all means, it's just a normal dark tome just like the ones sold in the village's shop.

It's the particulars of the spell that stand out more than anything else. The tome details the usage of a spell that restores life force at the expense of another; the second level of dark magic. It's not particularly complicated magic and indeed, you've handled far more complex magic while traveling with Lord Roy's army.

Your father had been right, though. You still wish that you would never have to hurt another person, but you had no longer been afforded a choice in the matter. There's no way that your father could have known that in the future, your perfect untouchable paradise would be under threat of being invaded or that you would end up being taken prisoner.

He was only human, so how could he have known?

I hope you never have to hurt another person, your father had said. He had hoped you would stay nestled safely within paradise for your whole life.

But a life without hurting or being hurt is impossible, after all.

Class Mastered: Dark Bishop

#📚 drabbles #//794 words btw future me when you're looking for this #//nosferatu is light magic in fodlan so i prrrrobably wont grab it but lifetaker however is fantastic for introspection on living at--#//someone else's expense. the human cost of paradise etc etc etc #//also the nature of dark magic being a genetic thing in elibe

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