#i am so so sos os so so sorry for being so late

[muldj0rd]

You know I'd love to, but we shouldn't be || Loscar

Summary: After Logan had been replaced, Oscar called him more, hung out with him more, but when they were spotted hanging out together, and journalists were all over the photo, spitting out theories about them potentially dating, Oscar stopped calling, stopped texting, and stopped answering Logan back

Warnings: Oscar “Isn’t gay”, angst, top Logan, bottom Oscar, handjob, not beta read

Masterlist || AO3

After Logan had been replaced, Oscar called him more, hung out with him more, but when they were spotted hanging out together, and journalists were all over the photo, spitting out theories about them potentially dating, Oscar stopped calling, stopped texting, and stopped answering Logan back

“Hey, Os…” Logan sighed, once again reaching Oscar’s voicemail “I was just wondering if you wanted to come to Miami at some point, hang out or something. I haven’t seen you in a while… Call me back?” It was a question, not a demand

Logan had stayed up late so he could call when he knew Oscar was awake. He was probably busy- that’s least what Logan told himself

---

It wasn’t as if Oscar didn’t want to talk to Logan- he really did want to, he’s one of his closest friends, but after the articles of them potentially dating, he didn’t want to fuel the rumours

He should’ve probably told Logan the reason why, but he couldn’t get himself to do it. Logan was sensitive, and he’d probably cry if he heard Oscar didn’t want to spend time with him anymore- and hearing Logan cry, always made himself cry

”Hey, Os…” Oscar’s sigh shook as he breathed out when he heard Logan’s voice “I was just wondering if you wanted to come to Miami at some point, hang out or something. I haven’t seen you in a while…” He could hear it in his voice; the way he quivered slightly, trying to hide it- he was good at that. Hiding what he truly felt ”Call me back?”

Oscar shed a tear, just one “You okay, mate?” Lando asked concerned

Oscar wiped his tear away, sniffling softly, turning his phone off “Yeah. I’m fine” He nodded

“You wanna talk-“ “No” Oscar left abruptly, finding an empty storage room to cry quietly in

He listened to every single one of Logan’s voicemails, sometimes saving them to listen to his voice whenever it was a particular bad week

Journalists asked him about him and Logan being together often, and how their relationship was “I’m not gay, he’s just a good friend” He explained

Logan knew this, but when he saw it on twitter, his heart sank- he’d always been fond of Oscar, but it turned into something else once they hit puberty

He never told him, of course. Just the thought of telling Oscar, made him puke

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It was close to Christmas now. Oscar called Logan when he knew he’d be sleeping, so he wouldn’t pick up

“Hey, Loges. I’m sorry for calling this late- it’s late for you anyways” Oscar chuckled softly “I was just wondering, i-if you wanted to spend new years together- if you still want me around, of course. I know I’ve been ignoring you lately, which I apologise for- I really am sorry… I just wanna make it up to you… Call me back when you wake up, yeah?” Oscar hung up, anxiously waiting a few hours, hoping Logan would call back

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Oscar’s time was only 6 hours ahead, so when Logan called back when he woke up at around 10:30, it was only 4:30 for Oscar

“New years sounds nice” It was the first thing Logan said when Oscar hurriedly picked up

“It does? Thank god- Look, Logan I’m really sorry, I am. I don’t have an excuse and I can’t explain, I just want to make it up to you again” Oscar talked so fast that he was panting when he was done

“Just show up, Os” Logan chuckled softly, almost hearing the nod Oscar let out

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Oscar did show up- much to both of them’s surprise. He had texted Logan just before he boarded the plane to let him know when he was gonna land

“Y’know, I thought you’d say no because you’d be with Kyle” Oscar said, looking into his lap where a cup of hot Chocolate was seat in his hands

Their legs were tangled on the couch, just like when they were kids, as if they hadn’t not been speaking for the past 3 months

“That was the plan, but he’s spending it with his family” Logan sighed softly, looking at Oscar, their body’s too close than what they would’ve been half a year ago

Oscar looked up again, just in time to see Logan lower his cup from his mouth, chocolate staining his upper lip slightly

Subconsciously, Oscar reached out for Logan’s face, his thumb wiping away the chocolate

“Sorry” He muttered softly, wiping his thumb clean in his jeans

“‘S alright” Logan was blushing slightly, hopefully not enough for Oscar to notice

He did notice. Oscar leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Logan’s lips. Oscar expected Logan to pull back

He didn’t. Logan kissed back immediately, his hand coming up to rest gently at the Aussie’s jaw, keeping him close

For a moment, Oscar thought about putting his hand on Logan as well, but he pulled back, turning his head and closing his eyes “I’m not gay” He whispered quietly, almost too quiet

“Seem pretty gay to me” Logan chuckled softly, his thumb caressing Oscar’s cheekbone

He sighed when Oscar didn’t look back again. Logan put his mug on the small coffee table before forcing Oscar to look at him, turning his head by his chin

“Look at me” Oscar opened his eyes slowly, looking at Logan now “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Os”

“No, I know” Oscar nodded, his nails tapping against the mug “It’s just, I know I’m not-“ Logan shut him up by kissing him softly again

Oscar leaned into the kiss, kissing Logan back. Why didn’t his body pull back? He had just said he wasn’t gay. Why didn’t he pull back?

Logan pulled back first instead, looking softly at Oscar- who’s eyes were wide and needy, almost desperate

Logan chuckled softly, not having to use any force to take the mug out of Oscar’s hands, putting it onto the coffee table

He barely got to sit back up before Oscar was all over him again; mouth on his, hands on the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer

“Os” Logan mumbled against Oscar’s lips, trying to get his hands out of his collar “Slow down” He managed to get Oscar off of him, both of them panting heavily from the lack of oxygen

“Sorry” His pupils were blown wide, his lips puffy and wet

“It’s okay, just take it slow” Logan chuckled softly, pushing some of Oscar’s hair away from his face

Oscar nodded softly “Slow” He repeated, his fingers twitching, itching to touch Logan again

Logan leaned back in, kissing Oscar slow and soft, barely touching his waist

Oscar pushed Logan’s hand on his waist away, but only to get into his lap, straddling his hips and kissing him again

“I don’t- fuck. I don’t think I’m ready, could you just give me a hand job?” Oscar asked softly, almost scared to get the words

“Of course” Logan nodded softly, leaning in to kiss Oscar on his throat, leaving a wet trail when he went to his neck

Whimpers and desperate whines flew out of Oscar’s mouth the longer Logan spent on his neck “Loges” He whined particularly needy

“You’re adorable” Logan chuckled into Oscar’s neck before his hands worked on the Aussie’s belt

Logan heard a sigh of relief from Oscar once he had gotten the zipper down, which he smirked softly at him

“Please” Oscar whined, Logan’s fingertips softly tracing the outline of his cock through his briefs

“Logan” He whined, Logan’s hand wrapped around his brief covered cock, slowly stroking him

“N-need… Please- need touch” Oscar’s eyes were closed, words slurred, hips slightly bucking up into Logan’s hand

“Look at you. Already a blabbing mess” Logan chuckled, making Oscar whine further

“Loges” Oscar threw his head into the crook of Logan’s neck

“You never were one for being patient” Logan chuckled, pushing Oscar’s jeans and briefs down under his ass so he could get Oscar’s cock out

“Lean back, baby” Logan tugged softly at Oscar’s hair, getting him to lean back again “There you go” Logan praised, biting his lip softly as he heard the moan that came out of Oscar when he wrapped his hand around him again, this time with no layers separating them

Oscar’s fingers dug hard into Logan’s shoulders, probably leaving marks for him to feel tomorrow, hopefully marks Oscar could kiss tomorrow

Oscar’s moans grew louder, his throat already feeling sore, his hips trying to buck up into Logan’s hand

“Close” Oscar managed to whimper out between his loud moans, his thighs shaking slightly, and his thrusts up into Logan’s hand getting sloppy

“Come for me, baby” Logan panted softly, his arm starting to hurt slightly, but it didn’t matter

Oscar buried his face back into the crook of Logan’s neck, almost screaming his name as he came, his body shaking, his cum landing on his own shirt and Logan’s as well

“Sound so beautiful, baby” Logan hummed, slowing his hand down, kissing Oscar’s shoulder softly

“Happy new years” Oscar chuckled softly, whining softly as Logan let go of his now soft cock

“Happy new years, baby” Logan said back, pressing a soft kiss to Oscar’s jaw

[theoreticalfishsticks]

Warhammer 40k x Spider-Person!Reader

Sorry if this is cringe, but the autism got to me and I am physically incapable of not wanting to smash my current favorite medias together like a tyrannical toddler making their dolls kiss.

I purposefully kept it vague on exactly which legion found them and whether it was pre or post-heresy, cause I think, going forward if I write more, I'd like to jump around and just write for whoever, whenever suits my fancy, lol. This is meant more as an introduction of the concept than anything else.

Reader is non-binary because I said so.

divider from @/enchanthings

Word Count: 1929

If someone had told you this morning that by the end of the day you’d be yearning for the comforting embrace of a back alley dumpster, you’d have called them crazy. But, alas, here you are: your suit in tatters, surrounded by the stench of foreign exhaust and something sickeningly biological, about to be absolutely eviscerated by some dude who looks like he just crawled out of Doctor Octavius’ worst nightmares.

Now, one might ask ‘how’ exactly you found yourself in this situation. And it would be a fair question! Really! Unfortunately, fair as it is, you don't actually have a proper answer, yourself.

‘Why’ you ended up here, however, was relatively simple: You’re the one and only Huntsman. A friendly neighborhood spider-person, looking out for their community. And most recently, what exactly your community needed you to be looking out for was a symbiote, loose in the city. 

Too bad, then, that lady luck must have had a bone to pick with you that day.

Because following an embarrassingly long chase of the damned thing through the New York City sewer system, the hungry, hungry parasite just so happened to stumble upon one of Os Corps. many, many underground research facilities. Seriously, why do they have so many of these things? One that apparently – based on what is to come – must have been deep in the midst of research on some form of teleportation or another. 

Long-story-short: In your desperate attempts to not be grabbed and eaten by an ornery symbiote, you may have stopped paying attention to what exactly was behind you whilst evading the weird alien goop. And what would you know? One careless dodge (and a near comically late tingle in your bones from your spidey sense) and a stray shot of said goop managed to hit and set off Os Corps’ latest and greatest affront to humanity!

BOOM! 

In the blink of an eye your entire world had been rendered to naught but blinding light, sharp pain in every inch of your body and a ringing in your ears that, in the moment, felt like it was going to be permanent. 

You really can't be sure how long you were trapped like that; your consciousness suspended, unable to gauge the passage of time, nor feel your material surroundings. It felt like a lifetime. But, then again, you have been known to be a little bit dramatic from time to time, so who knows.

What you do know for sure was that it ended. The feeling of being suspended, that it. And the light. The pain, of course, stayed. As did the incessant ringing. 

If you had to describe the feeling, you'd say it felt almost like your bones were in the process of trying to evacuate your body. Like there wasn't enough space in you, for you. It was agony. 

But, worse than the pain, you just felt… Wrong. As though your eyes had been pulled out and put back in the wrong sockets. Your tongue was the wrong texture. Your teeth were upside down. Your liver was too smooth. And a thousand other minute sensations that couldn't be real flooded your body. 

At least, you hoped to God they weren't real.

Lucky for you though, you didn't have much time to dwell on the uncanny sensation, as a clawed metal appendage descended from somewhere above you to close tightly around your throat. Your body felt like it was on fire as you were hefted up from the ground by your neck. Another claw grasped at your head and tugged away what was left of your mask.

You want to reach out and snatch it back. You want to struggle and kick and scream. But you can't. You can't will yourself to move at all as your eyes snap open at last, and you come face to face with without a doubt the most horrific monstrosity you've ever seen.  

Though now a putrid blending of flesh and machine, the thing before you looks as though it might have been human at one point. But that point was far from now. Now, what skin you can see is sallow and sunken, with veins protruding all across it. It has what looks like a gas mask embedded into its face and where the flesh meets metal is layered in inflamed, gnarled scarring.

Mercifully, however, its face is all you can clearly see. The rest is hidden beneath a rather ostentatious looking robe, disguising what you can only imagine to be equally horrific means of attachment for the several mechanical appendages that flow from it. Including, of course, the one currently choking the life out of you.

For a long moment you can only stare at the thing in front of you, gaping like an idiot, before you finally register that its horrid mask is moving. It's talking to you.

At least, you assume it is. Though, now declined significantly in volume, you still struggled to make out anything through the ringing.

You try to say as much, to tell the nightmare that you couldn't understand it. But it seems as though you weren't successful, if the violent, impatient shake the creature gave you in response was any indication. Or maybe your meaning came across fine and the thing was just an asshole. Both seemed possible. 

At last, the ringing begins to fade more or less and you could scrounge together two whole brain cells to rub together and bring your mind into focus.

“Intruder. Identify yourself,” the creature demanded, its voice horrifically garbled and interspersed with high-pitched whirring.

You’d love to do so, if only you could actually take in the air required to make noise. This hurdle, however, seemed to be lost on the mechanical horror before you, leaving you to squirm helplessly in its grasp whilst pawing at the claw around your throat in the hopes that it would get the message. 

“Magos, release your hold. They cannot speak if you’re obstructing their airway,” comes a low voice from somewhere to your right, rumbling through the air at a frequency you register as strange, to say the least. The words aren’t shouted, but they carry the same weight as though they were. 

You’re immediately and unceremoniously dropped by the “Magos��” and allowed to crumple to the ground with a dull thud. 

Sputtering and coughing as you desperately suck in some much needed oxygen, you’re finally able to turn your gaze to the man who’d probably just saved your life, for now anyway…

...

‘What. The. Fuck.’

The sight that greets you is not one, not two, but three, absolute behemoths, all in armor so bulky you struggle to wrap your head around the idea that it can move at all, staring straight through you.

'Is literally everyone here some kind of fucked up weirdo?'

They stand in a triangular formation, two flanking the one taking point, who you can only assume must be the one who spoke. The rear guard both sport guns that look to be the size of your torso, trained directly on you. 

“Now that you’ve caught your breath, identify yourself,” says the central figure, his voice rolling over you like thunder rolls over a storm. It makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, a familiar tingle running up your spine. 

'He’s human, for sure,' you think to yourself, 'But only in the sense that I am too.'

Between still ragged gasps, you manage to spit out your name. You decide to give both your real one and your alias, sensing that now is not the time to play coy.

The man repeats your name back at you, testing the syllables on his tongue. It doesn’t look like he likes them. “I’ve never heard such a name, nor of the title ‘Huntsman’ on any of the worlds nearby. Where do you come from,” he asks you.

‘Worlds nearby…?’  That doesn’t bode well for any hopes of an easy road home.

“Uhhh, Earth,” you squeak, though it sounds more like a question than you’d like. 

“‘Earth?’ Do you mean Terra? That's nonsense, there is no–” he begins to respond in a vaguely irate tone. 

And you panic. 

You’re tired and confused and in so much pain. And the idea that this man might just kill you over a misunderstanding eats away at whatever remaining self control you had. 

So while cutting him off probably isn’t the greatest move, that’s exactly what you do. “Not your earth! At least, I don’t think it is,” you say, tripping over some of the syllables in your haste.

It’s a safe bet. Nothing around you looks familiar. They’re calling Earth(?) ‘Terra.’ Whether or not it's even tangentially the same world doesn’t really matter to you right now. Right now, you just need them to hear you out. To understand that whatever trespass you’ve committed was an accident and that you would also prefer you weren’t here right now. 

“I-I…,” you stop and close your eyes, forcing yourself to take a couple deep breaths to try and steady yourself. He hasn’t ordered his men to shoot and he seems to be waiting for you to continue; and for now that’s enough for you to draw courage from.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, man. I don’t know how I got here either. At least, not in a quantifiable way…,” another breath, “I was in the vicinity of a misfire of a prototype teleportation device,” You decide to keep the true extent of your ignorance to yourself. These men don’t seem like the type to take kindly to it. For now, you just had to settle on what seemed most likely and sell it. “The thing was wildly unstable, and based on the fact that absolutely nothing I have seen in the last few minutes is even vaguely familiar to me, I’m pretty sure that space is probably not the only thing that machine moved me through.”

“Expound.” Still not dead, that’s encouraging.

“Well–Uh, You said that you hadn’t heard of me ‘on any of the worlds nearby,’ right? That implies regular space travel. And well, I know for damn sure that humans are not space-faring where I’m from! At least, not like this,” you give a vague gesture to your surroundings, “So, if I know that shouldn’t be possible where I’m from, but the abject reality before me says it is, I feel like it’s a perfectly fair assumption to say that I must then not be in the same time as I was previously. I mean, space and time are inherently enmeshed with one another, right? So, it’s really not that hard to imagine that a faulty spacial teleporter might invite temporal displacement as well...” You’re out of breath again by the time you’ve finished your nervous rambling.

The man just looks at you. They all do. The weight of their combined gaze makes you feel like an insect trapped beneath their thumb. 

You hate this. You miss your mask.

You never were any good at schooling your expressions. So you can only imagine what a pitiful, deer-in-the-headlights-esk look you must be giving them in return for their own utterly unphased, emotionless ones.

(Though, looking back on it later, you’ll come to appreciate that it was probably the guileless nature of your expression that actually saved you here.)

After a long pause, the man sighs and at least half of the tension previously present in the room dissipates. “So you’ve never heard of the Imperium of Man before, then?”

“The what of Man?”

[maimingaffairs]

hello!! hope ur having a great day! i read ur recent piece and was completely bewitched by your writing 🫶🏽

i saw ur reqs were open and wanted to request the following!

darkling x reader, where the reader misinterprets his relationship with alina, and pulls away from him (maybe they were friends / acquaintances before?) but they don’t know that the darkling secretly has his eyes set them only. so one night at a ball, when the reader is flirting / dancing with a grisha, they’re confused as to why the darkling snatches up to his quarters? and a confession entails 🫶🏽 could it be some smut if u wish?

thank u !! <3

my lovely anon, I apologise for the quality of this imagine </3 I stayed up far too late to finish it.

as always I am begging for more requests. pls send them in

warnings: smut, a little bit of angst. please only read if 18+

word count: 6.5k

Yours

(Aleksander morozova x AFAB!reader)

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The first day you realized that something had changed was a mere day after the Sun Summoner arrived at the Little Palace. You sat at a table with Aleksander and David early in the morning and you stirred honey into your cup of steaming tea and your eyes traveled back and forth between David’s distracted eyes and Aleksander’s very focused ones. The intensity upon which Aleksander stared off with was not uncommon, in fact, you’d learned that it was actually quite normal for him. The two of you had become friends when he had found you, a skilled Heartrender, working on the frontlines with his army and had eventually relocated you to the Little Palace. He gave an excuse saying that you were more useful here than out close to the war, but you eventually came to suspect that he worried about you just enough to put you somewhere safer. Ever since being moved to Os Alta, the two of you had only become closer, spending almost every moment with one another. You considered him to be your closest friend and you were grateful to be considered his in return.

  You decided to break the comfortable silence by clearing your throat and flashing an excited smile at Aleksander, “Are you still taking me riding today?” you asked expectantly, excited to finally see your best friend after weeks of him being away.

He tore his dark eyes away from the wall he had been so fixed on and he reached across the table and patted your hand affectionately and his face softened apologetically, “I am terribly sorry, darling. I have to take care of a few things with Miss Starkov. Can I take you tomorrow instead? Just after breakfast, I promise.” 

Your eyes raked his face and you blinked a couple of times. You let out an understanding hum and then nodded, “Yeah, that's fine. I know you're busy. Just don’t ditch me again, or you’ll be sorry.” you threatened with a wink and pointed at him with the spoon you were just stirring your tea with.

“Ditch you? I could never.” 

But he did. He did ditch you. Quite literally, too. You had hurried through breakfast excitedly and hardly wasted any time going out to the stables, to find that he wasn’t there yet. You waited for nearly half an hour, first messing with your horse’s mane and then moving into the stall adjacent to greet Aleksander’s horse. When it reached an hour and he still hadn’t come, you let out a low huff and you dragged your hand through your hair moodily. He had never stood you up before. Ever. If there was one person who was always true to their word, it was Aleksander. You decided to cut your losses and walked out of the stables, a slight worry growing in your stomach. Perhaps something had happened, that was the only explanation as to why he would have simply not come. Your face twisted worriedly and you hurried inside to check on him. You made your way to his chambers as fast as you could and you swung the door open to reveal an empty room. You stood in the doorway confusedly and you reached up with one hand to rub your face with your palm and you let out a long sigh. Where on earth could he be? You wondered, taking a step back out of his room. You felt your back collide with someone and you spun around to see Zoya’s bitter face, though, right now it looked particularly like she’d bitten into an especially sour rhubarb, all scrunched up and angry.

“Oh, my apologies, Zoya. I didn’t see you.” You said, keeping your tone as light as you could, not wanting to set the feisty girl off.

She simply nodded once at you and you grabbed onto her arm gently. Despite her fiery personality and overall unpleasantness, you never had any qualms with the talented Squaller, so you gave her a sympathetic look and gently brushed your thumb across her arm where you held it, “What’s wrong? You look upset.” 

The contempt in the girl’s eyes didn't lessen upon your question, in fact, it just got worse, “I’m so sick of seeing that stupid girl getting paraded around on Kirigan’s arm. All morning she’s been stuck to his side while he’s been introducing her to just about everyone under the sun,” Zoya let out a sound that resembled a scoff and a grunt mixed together and you let go of her arm, “and furthermore, it doesn’t help that he looks at her like she’s going to personally hang each and every star in his sky.”

You looked at her curiously, your jaw dropping, “He… He’s been doing that this morning?” you asked, clearly shocked. The Squaller nodded once and then she pointed down the hall towards the banquet room and you blinked a few times, your chest filling with something between fury and disappointment, and without another word, you trudged down the hall and stood in the doorway to indeed find Aleksander with his hand on Alina’s back as he was introducing her to a few of his friends. You stood there unmoving for a while before his eyes shifted and fell upon you, and you watched the polite smile melt off of his lips and turn into instant regret when he saw you. You could tell he was readying himself to walk to you, but you only scoffed and spun on your heel, leaving his sights immediately.

-

The week following, you had successfully avoided Aleksander, though you were almost sure that he hadn’t been looking for you all too urgently. It was nearly midnight and you sat in the library with Genya, a habit the two of you had formed together when you couldn’t sleep. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a long time before she cleared her throat.

“The General was looking for you today.” she remarked casually as possible, not bothering to look up from her book.

You didn’t dare look up from your own, wanting to avoid the emotion that would betray your face if you looked up into her kind eyes, “Well, he knows where to find me, so I doubt it was all too pressing.” you replied. 

The only sound in the room for a few moments afterwards was the turning of pages and the crackling of the fireplace. You felt your nose begin to sting a bit and you almost laughed in spite of yourself. There was no way you were tearing up over this.

“Why don’t you just talk to him if you are upset about the Sun Summoner situation?” she asked, her voice flat, and you could tell she was half distracted by her book.

“Alina Starkov is not upsetting me.” you sputtered, your cheeks flushing.

Genya flicked her eyes up at you and then back at her book and she shrugged, “You seemed pretty bothered by her and him the other night at dinner. I’ve not seen you ever sit with Zoya before and she, too, is having her own conflicts with Alina.” Genya pointed out and you simply shook your head and buried your nose back into your book, but Genya wasn’t done yet, “I invited him to join us in the library tonight.” she added and then looked back into her own book.

You closed your own book so hard that the smack echoed in the warm room and you stood up from the chair, “Well, tell him I went to bed early.” you muttered

“Or you can bid me goodnight before you leave.” 

You froze in your place and looked over at the door to see Aleksander standing there in the dim light. He wasn’t wearing his kefta and his hair looked a bit out of place and he had a soft smile on his lips. Everything about the man looked so inviting and sweet in that moment, and you had to swallow the feeling that bubbled up from your stomach into your chest and up through your throat that screamed at you to run into his arms. You impressed even yourself when you stayed rooted to the ground and you shrugged once, setting your book down on the table next to the armchair you sat in.

“Would you even care to hear it if it wasn’t in Alina’s voice?” you snapped, your hands sliding into the pockets of your fluffy bed robe. You stared at him defiantly and he cocked an eyebrow upwards at your words.

“Don’t be childish.” he chided and then took a few steps into the room, closing the double doors behind him gently. Genya took this as a good opportunity to get up from her chair and scuttle out of the library like a retreating animal, leaving you alone with Aleksander.

His words infuriated you and you shook your head and looked down.

“I have every right to be a little childish right now. You stood me up. You’ve never done that to me before.” you said indignantly and looked up at him again. You wore a stone expression on your face, but as you met his eyes, your own eyes burned with hot tears. You tried to keep them from falling over your bottom lashes, but your chin wobbled and you instantly lowered your face into your hands and hid it from him. You didn’t have to look up to know that he was approaching you, and when he reached you, he gently grabbed your arms and pulled your hands away from your face. You were sure the look on your face was pathetic, because you watched his ever-serious eyes soften greatly, and he reached up to wipe your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Oh, y/n. Don’t cry, please. I'll make it up to you. I swear it. I know I’ve been distant as of late and I am terribly sorry. I didn’t know it hurt you like this.” he said with a sincerity you seldom heard from him. You felt weak and desperate at the same time and you leaned forward and planted your face against his chest. This certainly was not the first time that Aleksander has seen you cry, and it wouldn’t be the last, but you couldn’t help but feel ashamed this time. His arms found their way around you and he gently pet your hair as if you were a kitten in distress.

“Let me take you riding tomorrow afternoon, sweetheart. I promise I’ll show up this time. Why don’t you meet me in the courtyard around noon? Yeah? And we can spend the afternoon together before my meetings.” he offered, his tone velvety and soothing, making you feel much more at ease, bit by bit. 

You nodded once and stayed against him for a few more minutes before you pulled back and looked up into his eyes. He looked down at you in return with a certain serenity you’d not seen in his eyes before and for the first time in the last three years of knowing Aleksander, you wanted him to kiss you right there and then. The thought surprised you deeply and this must have been evident on your face because his own face twisted in curiosity and he cocked his head to the side.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked gently and you didn’t respond. Not outwardly, at least. You wanted to know where the sudden urge to kiss your best friend came from, and why. You knew for absolute certain that, for one, Aleksander did not see you as anything other than his closest friend, and that was evident in many ways but mainly because you knew he had been actively sleeping with Zoya as recently as a month ago. For another, you knew that if this was a path you let your mind go down, you would eventually have to say something to him, and by doing so, you would jeopardize your entire friendship. But then that also begged the question: did he value your friendship? The past week had you questioning this much more than you were willing to admit to yourself for comfortability reasons, because despite your best efforts to hide from him, if he wanted to find you, he simply would have. And of course, there was the matter of Alina too. His Sun Summoner. His Equal. The current recipient of his attention and the topic of his every thought. You were ashamed to admit even just to yourself that you were jealous of the sun girl for taking away your closest friend, but the truth of the matter is: you were. You were angry and you were hurt, and the multitude of realizations and emotions that had come to you in the last five minutes filled you with dread. The kind of dread that filled you slowly, as slow and quiet as one of Aleksander’s shadows. Your stomach twisted painfully as your mind raced and you began to feel rather anxious. You’d almost forgotten that you were in Aleksander’s arms until he shook you a little bit and looked down at you with concern.

“Y/n. You look ill.” he commented and you wiggled yourself free of his arms and you shook your head.

You let out a puff of air and you rubbed your eyes. She was important to him, he seemed content, and you were just the best friend that wanted him to kiss you. The panic of it all consumed you and you gently pushed him away from you and you shook your head, “No. I don’t wanna go riding with you tomorrow,” you breathed. You wanted to get away from him, you wanted to stop feeling so overwhelmed. You had to push him away before he picked Alina over you or before you could say something stupid and ruin it all anyway, “I want you to leave me alone, Aleksander. Go back to your Sun Summoner or whatever. Just leave me be.” you said pathetically and you shielded him from seeing your face with your hand and you brushed past him and darted towards the door and slipped out of the library, holding a sob in until you reached your room.

-

Aleksander hadn’t sought you out in almost three weeks now. Of course you’d seen him in passing in the halls and such, but you hadn’t stopped to say hello. Rumors were now swirling around the Little Palace about him and Alina being a little bit more than just… friendly. In fact, the day that he asked to take you riding, he’d instead gone with her, and one of the servants for Alina told someone who told someone else who told Zoya, who inevitably told you, that he’d even tried to get her to start wearing black. His color. Of course this tore your insides up, but by the third week of ignoring Aleksander, the rumors stopped surprising you, and the sadnesses and pains were reduced to a dull ache that only bothered you when you dwelled on it. Which you tried to make as infrequent as possible.

You were awoken today by a loud knock on your door and when you finally mustered up the will to rise and answer the knock, you were pushed back into your room while Genya pushed her way in. She laid a thin, white box down on a small table you had in the middle of your room and she sighed, pointing at it.

“This was just finished this morning. I had them change it. I didn’t think you’d like the initial… design.” she explained and you eyed the box curiously.

You finally walked up to the table and opened up the box and pulled out an intricate, long red dress with silver embroidery over the sides of it and you looked up at Genya, confused, “What do I need a dress for?” you asked, but then remembered as soon as the words left your mouth. The Queen’s birthday party was that evening, and you had promised Aleksander you’d go with him. You stuffed the dress back in the box and closed the lid, shaking your head.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be insolent. Come with me if you’re going to be that petty. But this dress took forever and you’re gonna look so nice in it. You’ll have fun, you always do.”

Yeah because I always go with Aleksander, you thought and then looked up at Genya for a long time, contemplating. She stared you down in return and you were determined not to buckle under the intensity of the redhead’s stare, but you did nonetheless and you sighed dramatically.

“I'll go. But I’m not staying all night and you cannot do another set up. I mean it. I don’t want to be around him.” You stated and she agreed, pointing to the box.

“Then get yourself ready please. You’ve slept late enough as it is.”

- 

The walk to the grand ballroom was made with your arm linked with Genya’s, and many bystanders that were standing outside of the party rather than within, all cleared out of your way when the two of you walked past. You supposed it was either due to the fact that you two were so clearly Grisha or perhaps it was the dreary look you wore on your face. Either way, you didn’t mind it. Once inside of the ballroom, Genya finally released your arm and she caught a server and grabbed two glasses of wine and passed one to you.

“You do look nice, you know.” she said kindly and you glanced down at your dress. It was true, she had done a lovely job at fixing you up so that you were presentable for the party- she’d even put some intricate little braids in your hair.

“Thank you, Genya.” you said softly and she gave you an affirming nod before she squeezed your arm gently. You took a sip of your wine and went to say something else to your friend, but instead your attention was pulled elsewhere. Up close to the King and Queen, Aleksander stood with a pleasant smile on his face. He was dressed in all black, looking much more regal than usual. As you would have expected, Alina stood next to him in a simple yellow gown, and he had his hand resting against the middle of her back. You turned away, but not before Aleksander could catch a glimpse of you. You pushed down the ache that you so often found yourself suppressing and you turned your attention to Genya now, who was talking to a Inferni boy now, and when you inserted yourself into their conversation, she eagerly introduced you to the boy who simply went by Eli. 

Eli was kind and he was friendly, and even when Genya walked away to greet David, you had no problem staying back and chatting with the boy. After what seemed like hours of talking to him, he offered you his hand and gave you a bashful smile, which you returned.

“Can I dance with you? Or rather, will you dance with me?” he asked clumsily and you let out a giggle and graciously accepted the offer, not aware of The General’s bottomless eyes boring into your back and staring daggers at your dance partner. His jaw tightened and he had begun to phase in and out of the conversation he held with Alina, The King, and the prince Vasily. 

The Darkling’s hand shook around the glass he held and he didn’t dare tear his eyes off of the dancing pair, worried that if he did, they’d disappear together. 

You danced with Eli with elation and you let out a content sigh, “You’re pretty good at dancing, you know.” you pointed out, and the boy blushed brightly.

“I learned when I was fairly young. Just something my parents insisted on.” he said humbly and you simply let out a little laugh and continued to dance with him.

Aleksander watched you laugh from his spot across the room and felt a certain patience inside of him snap. He set his glass of wine down on a table near them and he excused himself gruffly as he walked through the crowd of partygoers to reach you and your dance partner.

When he finally did, you didn’t notice until Eli had frozen in place and stared off over your shoulder. You looked up at the boy concernedly, but he simply bowed his head slightly and you turned your head back over your shoulder to see Aleksander standing there, his face cold and furious.

“May I steal your dance partner from you for a moment or two?” he asked icily and Eli nodded, clearly nervous to be in the presence of the Black General. The boy dropped your hands and stepped away from you before Aleksander grabbed your wrist and yanked you towards the door. You tried to stand your ground and not allow him to drag you, but that lasted for all of two seconds when he completely overpowered you, tugging you out of the ballroom and out into the courtyard.

Once you were outside, you tried to pull away from his iron grasp again, but he simply yanked you up closer to him and glared down at you with an anger that burned like fire in his eyes, and he spat one word in a tone that chilled you to the bone: “Don’t.” 

You looked up at him, clearly frightened now, and he continued to drag you the rest of the way across the courtyard and to the Little Palace. Once you two had arrived inside, he grasped the back of your neck and steered you to his chambers. Though silent, you could practically hear the rage in his breath, and you could certainly feel it radiating off of his skin. Why he was so mad, you couldn’t figure out, but you assumed you were just about to find out why.

He gave you a little shove into his bedroom and he slammed the door behind you two and locked it, finally letting go of your neck.

You spun around to face him, but the second you did, he grabbed your wrists and pushed you back against the wall.

“Who do you think you are?” he asked furiously, his grip tightening around your wrists enough to make you yelp. 

“Excuse me?” you squeaked, taken aback by the sudden physicality and anger he was displaying, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t scare you.

His lip twitched upwards in disgust and he shook his head rigorously, “Oh, don’t play dumb.” he warned and you looked up at his face that was consumed with rage and you shrunk back a bit. You wanted to fight back, but he’d never ever been this way with you, let alone raised his voice to you.

You opened your mouth to speak but he held up a hand and effectively silenced you, “You ignore me for almost a month now and then go and blatantly parade yourself around with another man in front of me, in a dress completely different than the one I had made for you. If you’re trying to enrage me, y/n, let me begin with how well it happens to be working.” he seethed and leaned closer to your face.

You gaped up at Aleksander and opened your mouth to speak again, but words seemed to have escaped you. The wrathful fury on his face twisted his soft features into something you didn’t recognize, and you suddenly knew why his enemies were so fearful of him. You’d only seen him angry once, and it was during a battle. This ferocity that he displayed reminded you vividly of that, and suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore. Your bottom lip wobbled a few times before a sob escaped your lips, and by then, the softening of Aleksander’s features was pointless. You buried your face in your hands and you shied away from him as much as you could. He very slowly moved his face away from yours and he felt his stomach drop as you sunk down to the floor, instantly pulling your knees up to your chest as you cried into them. 

Aleksander often prided himself on his patience and even temper, his ability to control himself at all times. He felt white hot shame brand his insides and he dropped to his knees in front of you and he took your hands in his own, to which you promptly pulled away. 

“y/n…” he began and you shook your head a few times.

“No! No, Aleksander! You don’t get to make this better now!” you cried and he watched you with an ache in his chest that wouldn’t let up. 

“My love, let me make this right, I should not have ye-”

“I said no!” you exclaimed, hurt and sadness swirling around in your chest, “nothing you can ever say will make this right! You have been unfair to me ever since Alina came here! You have not been a good friend, and I wanted to just forgive you so badly, but you never even bothered to apologize properly, and it doesn’t help that you go and display her on your arm every day. She’s your little saint, your miracle, whatever else, I get it, but I can’t just stand here and watch anymore while I have to sit on the sidelines and just be in love with you silently as she gets all of your time and attention!” you blurted and then you placed your hand over your mouth and looked up at him with wide eyes.

The room was silent. There was no trace of malice on his face, it was as if it had never even been there in the first place. Your eyes watered even more in embarrassment and you moved to stand up, but Aleksander delicately caught your arm and pulled you close to him.

“I didn’t mean any of that, I just-”

But he cut you off by tugging you down by your arm and shut you up entirely with a kiss that would have brought you to your knees if you were standing. He could taste the salt from your tears on the corners of your lips and you could taste the strong red wine he’d been drinking at the party on his, and you blushed darkly when he parted his lips and bit down on your bottom lip, tugging it backwards some before he released it and broke the kiss. His forehead met yours and you closed your eyes tightly, your brain trying to comprehend what had just happened.

He let out a short breath that tickled your face and he stared into your eyes, and at this close proximity, his looked like two pits of pure blackness, “My dearest friend, I will never be able to apologize enough for the way I have behaved tonight with you, for the way I have failed to see your pain, for all of it. But you must listen to me and know my words ring true when I say that there is nothing going on between Alina and I. Do you want to take a guess as to why, Little Angel?” he asked and you closed your eyes and shook your head once. He was quiet for a long time before he let go of your arms and took you into his entirely, cradling you against his chest, “Because, my love, I have only wanted you. I am so terribly and adamantly in love with you and you alone.” he insisted, and you would be more inclined not to believe him if it weren’t for the tone of desperation that was clear in his voice.

You pulled your head back to look up at him and you blinked back more tears, which he must have noticed, because he brushed away the wetness from your under eyes with his thumbs. You studied his face for any trace of falsity, but found none, and you didn’t know what else to say, so you said nothing at all and instead, moved in to let your lips touch his for the second time that night. The kiss was tentative and experimental at first, but he quickly changed that as he swept a hand up into your hair and pressed your lips closer to his, and you let him take the lead. Of course you’d been kissed before, it wasn’t as if you didn’t know what you were doing, but nothing had ever felt like this before. It was as if each kiss was an expression of emotion all of its own. You felt his happiness, his desperation, and his affections for you all in that one kiss, and it had you crumbling under his touch. He pulled back only when air became necessary and he stared into your eyes for a long time before his lips crashed into yours once again. This time, the kiss was much hungrier, much more intense than the last two, and Aleksander grabbed onto your jaw, holding you in place. You let out a soft whine into his mouth and he broke away instantly, his bewildered eyes searching yours.

“Let me show you that I am yours.” he whispered and you looked up at him almost hazily. You gave him a little nod and he leaned back in to place a wet string of kisses against your exposed neck, biting down every now and then to leave a little mark against your skin. You reached up and tangled your fingers within his neatly done hair and you gave it a little tug, earning you a groan from him. He pulled back briefly only to grab at the neckline of your dress and he nodded towards you.

“Are you okay with this? All of it?” he asked and you needed only give him a nod before he was yanking the gauzy dress up over your head and you lifted your arms to help him rid you of the clothing. You gasped softly at the cool air of his room when it touched your bare chest and Aleksander stood up, pulling you with him as if you were weightless, and he brought you to his bed and laid you back against it. By now, the anticipation of what was to come was beginning to set in and you bit down on your bottom lip as you stared up at him. He unfastened his kefta and shrugged it off before he leaned back over you and attached his lips to your neck again, his hands both finding their way down to your thighs. 

No words needed to be exchanged, he simply looked at you with one eyebrow cocked up questioningly and you nodded once before he nudged your legs open and he brought one hand up to trace one finger over your clothed clit. Your mouth opened slightly and you wiggled your hips down toward his touch just a bit. He laid one hand on your hip to keep you from moving and he glanced up at your face and shook his head, “Calm down. I’m going to take care of you, Angel. Have patience.” he said, his voice as smooth as the black silk sheets that adorned his bed. He dragged his finger up and down your covered folds and he let out a little sigh before he carefully ridded you of your underwear.  He tossed the garment aside and he outstretched his fingers to collect a bit of your growing wetness on the tips of his fingers and you looked down at him with a frown. 

“Aleksander, please.” you pleaded, needing him to do anything at this point.

He seemed to finally understand your need for his touch and he carefully slid one of his fingers inside of you, brushing the pad of his finger against your walls. You let out a little whimper and he began to slowly pump his finger in and out of you. You closed your eyes and willed yourself to be patient while he seemingly toyed with you, and just when you were about to beg for something more, he dipped his head downwards and covered your clit with his lips, taking the sensitive bundle into his mouth and he sucked at it gently. You tossed your head backwards and gasped his name, and he took this as an opportunity to add another finger inside of you and he curled them upwards, his fingertips pressing a spot that had you gasping for air. Noticing this, he repeated the motion a few times before he moved his fingers in and out of you faster now. He flicked your clit with his tongue a few times and you reached down with one hand to grasp at his hair. He moved his mouth away from you and reached up with his hand that held your hips down to lazily rub at your clit with his thumb.

“You sound so pretty for me, you know.” he cooed and you looked down at him, your lip trembling a bit.

“Aleksander, please.” you whispered and he raised his eyebrows.

“Please, what?” he asked, a devilish glint flashing across his eyes.

You struggled to find words as his fingers continue to hit that one spot and you moaned, your head falling to the side a bit, “Please, I need you to fuck me.” you whimpered and he looked up at your face and he let out a little hum.

“You need me to fuck you?” he asked playfully and you nodded a few times, closing your thighs around his hand. He thought about it for an agonizing moment before he nodded and pulled his fingers out of you. He brought them to his lips and licked them a few times before he brought them to your lips instead and nodded once.

“Open your mouth.” he commanded, and you did so without argument, allowing him to slide his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on his long, slender fingers and looked up into his eyes and he turned his head and cursed quietly under his breath before he pulled his fingers from your mouth. He sat up on his knees and ridded himself of his clothes and stood to get his pants off, which had become tighter in the moments that had passed. He let out a sigh of relief when he freed his cock from his pants and he crawled back over you and settled himself between your thighs. 

“Look me in the eyes.” he commanded and you obeyed immediately, “I am yours. Wholly. Say it.” he ordered and you blushed softly.

“You’re mine.” you whispered, and he gave you a nod.

“And you’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours.” you whispered, and a proud little smile made your lips curl upwards.

“Good. Such a good little Angel.” he murmured and reached down to position his cock at your entrance. He slid into you very slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a moan, shuddering just slightly when he had finally fit his entire length inside of you. He waited just like that for a moment until you whined and rolled your hips against his, and he took this as a signal to move. He drew his hips back and moved them forward into you once again and you reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Oh, saints, Aleksander.” you moaned and he reached up to grab your chin.

“Keep your eyes on mine. Don't look away.” he breathed and you nodded, your eyes staying glued to his as he began to rock his hips against yours steadily. He never sped up too much, but instead kept the same medium pace, allowing you to feel every single inch of him, and he leaned down to kiss your lips a few times, “So good, darling. You feel so good.” he praised and you reached down to grab one of his hands. You grabbed onto it and dragged it down between your thighs and you pressed it down against your clit. He took your not so subtle hint and he pressed his thumb back down against your clit firmly and began to rub it in circles in time with his thrusts, which gradually became harder.

He hit a spot within you that rendered you entirely breathless and he took advantage of this, making sure to hit that spot every time. He had you seeing stars in the edges of your vision and you felt tension building rapidly in your stomach. Aleksander could feel you tighten around him and he moved his thumb against your clit a bit faster now, determined to get you to your climax, which he could tell you were steadily approaching. He drove his cock into you with a bit more speed now and you arched your back off of the mattress and whimpered his name, causing a proud smile to form on his lips. His name, of which was kept a secret to nearly all of the world, was now falling from your lips in ecstasy, and it filled him with a sense of pride, and he fucked you harder, still moving his thumb against your clit. He could tell you were close by the way you squeezed his cock and he gave you a soft nod, his eyes meeting yours, “Eyes on mine, darling. Tell me who you belong to.” he prompted, making sure to hit that spot deep inside of you each time he drove his hips forward.

“Y-yours. I’m yours, Aleksander.” you stammered and kept your eyes on his. All it took was one perfect thrust more, and you were cumming around him, your fingernails digging into his shoulders. He intently watched the way your face went dazed as you came and your release triggered his own, and he came nearly right after you, still fucking you through both of your orgasms. He finally slowed when the two of you came down from your highs and he moved his thumb away from your clit and went to sit up, but you tugged him back down.

“No. Stay like this for a little longer. For me.” you requested in just a whisper, and Aleksander nodded once, keeping himself inside of you, his head settling against your chest. The two of you laid there in the soft candlelit afterglow and he placed a few lazy kisses to your chest.

“I love you, you know. I am deeply ashamed of my outburst earlier.” he said softly.

You simply hummed and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, “I love you too. You’re mine.” you said sweetly, a wave of exhaustion overtaking you. Your eyes fluttered shut and the last thing you remember hearing before you drifted off was the soft voice of your lover, whispering back what you now already knew.

“I’m yours.”

[larkral]

Blargh! I need a new header, except that my most recent OS update on my computer has end-of-life'd my long-term relationship with a once-purchased full Adobe suite, so I both have to find a new photo editing program AND learn to use it? Travail upon travail.

ANYWAY thanks for the tags today to @kiwiana-writes @run-for-chamo-miles @monbons @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @shrekgogurt (squeaking just at the arbitrary tumbr per-paragraph tag limit. PHEW) I am continually delighted by all the snippets people are sharing. Why oh why are there things I have to do with my time that aren't "write and read fanfiction"?

Anyway! One of those things this week was to trace a mural on my daughter's wall. I was...perhaps too ambitious with the design, but we'll get there eventually. This is the traced mural!

I've also been writing a bit!

Eight (sorry not sorry) sentences from Finally (already, always):

"It's fine," he says, "I get it." Then he sits on my bed next to me and tugs my wand from my hand to set it on the nightstand. He presses his thigh to mine to nudge me over. "You know I don't think I've ever heard my dad say the word vampire? Before this summer, I mean. I don't know why. It's not like we haven't always known. Even Mordelia knows, and she's four."

And Six sentences of FirstPrince Soulmate BS, because if you read my last line this week you deserve to know a bit more context. :D

"Oh," Beatrice says on seeing Alex. "My apologies. We were planning on joining you for supper." She turns to Henry, "Did you not tell him?"  "No," Henry says with a quizzical expression, "I did." "Thought you were just being polite," Alex responds as he closes his laptop and stands.

Tagging everyone below the cut even though it's late, because I want to start your Mondays off right, and I'm claiming the ability to brighten your day. Humor me. :D

@stitchyqueer @confused-bi-queer @raenestee @facewithoutheart @whogaveyoupermission

@cutestkilla @hushed-chorus @sillyunicorn @wellbelesbian @basiltonbutliketheherb

@ileadacharmedlife @asocialpessimist @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @captain-aralias

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@palimpsessed @fatalfangirl​ @blackberrysummerblog​ @valeffelees @mooncello

@j-nipper-95 @youarenevertooold @emeryhall @talentpiper11 @roomwithanopenfire

@imagineacoolusername @orange-peony @thewholelemon

<3 <3 <3

[cerealboxlore]

I has a headcanon that billy can understand felines, whether that's because he has a tiger familiar or it's just from spending so much time around tawny os up to you, take your pick

I love imagining damian being secretly super jealous that billy can hold a conversation with Alfred the cat even though it's his cat but he low-key gets over it because now he knows what Alfred the cat actually likes and can pamper them more thoroughly

I also love the idea of billy having to play telephone with any other animal because it only works with felines for example billy needs information on [insert plot information] and the only witness was a raccoon and so billy needs the street cat relay what the raccoon is saying and to ask the raccoon specific questions

But these are just my thoughts and I wanna hear yours

Every time Billy gets a cute headcanon, an angel gets their wings 💖

I am so sorry I am answering this super late, hun, just know that this ask has always been drawing a cute visual in my head where Billy is surrounded by cats like a little disney prince 🤴

I do think that his omnilingualism does expand to all the languages of the universe that has ever or will ever exist, so I feel like it's safe to say that he can understand the ancient language of little meow meows.

I do agree that spending so much time with Mr. Tawky Tawny could possibly influence Billy's language abilities to learn animal languages, but I also believe that with Billy being the Champion of Magic, Billy might sometimes absorb the magical effects from being Captain Marvel. Just as a headcanon of mine.

For example; Captain Marvel can fly? Billy can levitate a little (as a treat) if he concentrates enough. Captain Marvel speaks every language? Billy can talk to animals like a tiny Dr. Doo little.

Gosh imagine that, Billy using his magical talents to help magical familiars and beasts, maybe that's how he earns his money to pay rent as a homeless child. Can't get a job? Just use magic to open up a magical veterinarian clinic, no body will raise alarm at a child doctor if the patients are mystical animals!

Woops I went on a little ramble there, buddy, back to your ask! I always adore any chance to have Billy interact with the supersons, so it would be insanely funny to have Billy hold this ability over Damian's head if ever ever doubts the power of magic to Billy's face.

Damian: Magic is overrated. The only people who depend on magic are the ones who can't do anything without it.

Billy: Oh okay, that's alright, I guess. It's just too bad you won't ever know what Alfred (the cat) wants for his birthday.

Damian: ...what?

Billy: Yeah, the poor little guy is going to feel so sad when he doesn't get what he wants on his big day. All because his owner doesn't understand what he's saying, nobody does...oh wait a minute, somebody does :3

Damian: you son of a-

[mazzystar24]

Asking this under anon bc i don’t wanna get any backlash in my inbox lmao

but to start this off: i love oliver stark, and i am so appreciative of how important he views this storyline and the representation it provides

however

i am going to be very disappointed in him if we get through the next few episodes, and it becomes clear that they aren’t going to further develop buddie anymore. he has always been so careful and cautious when it comes to implying things in interviews/press stuff, but lately with this resurgence in his response to fandom interest with buddie (liking fanart, reposting it, talking openly about buddie in interviews, confirming things like buck thinking eddie was attractive, etc.) if they don’t go that route, it will honestly severely hurt me.

i have very mixed feelings about what is and isn’t “queerbaiting” (most of my friends would say i tend to not believe that it’s a thing, and to an extent i agree) but there are certain situations in which something does blatantly feel like baiting… to me this is one of those situations.

with both lou and edy still being around, as well as ryan’s sudden stint in pr jail, the fandom’s obsession w lou/tommy, and tim minear’s seeming interest in complying with fan-service… it’s hard to remain optimistic that they will actually give us buddie. the past two weeks have given me whiplash as a buddie fan and i am getting tired of the show using our desperation and love for this ship as a marketing tactic when they have no intention of going there (tim minear himself saying things like “i don’t like to plan endgame relationships” or “there are no plans for buddie at the moment”).

that is why the media’s sudden obsession with asking about buddie, as well as oliver’s willingness to interact with buddie content online combined with the constant flow from the set of things not going in the direction of buddie… it feels very intentional to drag us in. and if oliver is participating in that, then i am going to be very disappointed and hurt by that. he used to care so much about not getting our hopes up, but lately it feels like that isn’t the case anymore, and that getting our hopes up is their way if getting us to continue watching the show because they know that people will stop watching after having to watch years of buildup and (at times admittedly) roment subtext between them just for all of that to be completely retconned and them to say “no-homo, bro” in favor of a character/ship that came out of nowhere and has had no development.

obviously, i don’t blame os for the storyline- he’s not a writer, he doesn’t get to dictate what does or doesn’t happen. But he is the one getting all of the media attention, and using that to shine a spotlight on buddie when (if) he knows that buddie isn’t happening? it feels very icky to me and i really don’t want to have a reason to dislike him.

unfortunately it’s seeming more and more like a possibility each day as we get inundated with bts info that doesn’t bode well for us at all.

I’m afraid I’ll have to disagree with you anon sorry😭🫶

If buddie doesn’t go canon/ they don’t show they’re heading in that direction in the next few episodes, I still would not blame Oliver at ALL for his recent more openness about buddie

(Idk how familiar you are with me and if you are you’ll know this but if you’re not lemme clarify I use bulletpoints a lot but not to be curt or rude I just like breaking things into chunks🫡)

1. He has made sure to constantly clarify that he doesn’t know how things are gonna go and he has no control over things- i mean EVERY time he spoke about buddie

2. He’s also a fan of the show guys, yes yes he’s an actor and it has different implications I agree 100% but also if he’s choosing to ship his character or enjoy fan work that’s his prerogative and sure he can lurk privately like he has in the past but also he probably knows that implications aside fans who make that work will be ecstatic to see him actually liking the stuff

3. The man legit said he deleted social media at one point cos he didn’t wanna like or share stuff that’d accidentally give people false hope for buddie or bi Buck but he has silently agreed for years and he hated not being able to confirm bi buck till now

4. He’s been a HUGE advocate for us both on the buddie front and bi buck front and that deserves recognition

5. As you said there is a LOT of bucktommy love rn which is great and all but may draw focus away from buddie, if Oliver is intentionally trying to get buddie fans to keep going it could genuinely just to show that buddie fans are still aiming for buddie endgame and that they still make up a huge portion of the fandom

6. Writing is CONSTANTLY in progress on 911 so again buddie fans being more vocal and abc and writers seeing such positive responses to him so much as interacting with buddie posts or answering buddie questions give them a gauge of audience’s wants (granted Tim has stated it’s not a HUGE factor for him) and also keep in mind s8 is still in the books so even proposals of storylines may be in the talks rn

7. When he talks he is VERY careful about his words and is very well spoken on the topic like yes there have been more stuff we can read into and be optimistic about but you can tell that he in no way is saying specific things to bait people, when talking about existing buddie things he talks about HIS interpretation and uses lots of maybes and might’ve beens and I see how that could be and when he talks about future buddie he talks about being open to it talks about what he’d want from it and he talks about not having control or knowledge of it happening

So yeah he has done/said things that I absolutely think warrant optimism (I made a whole post about it) but if it doesn’t pan out that optimism should a- still be there b- not turn into blame for him

Okay now Oliver aside- the questions being asked about buddie and all the buddie promotions I would be side eyeing the higher ups for if it’s for nothing because yes all the articles and stuff are stuff being pre-approved by abc and the people higher up than cast members or the journalists but I would also keep in mind that s8 is still in the works so hope is not lost even if s7 isn’t what we hoped for because keep in mind we had only 10 eps to work with too

[loving4ngel]

Too Harsh ▪︎ Miguel O'hara

Summary: Miguel must learn how to comunicate with you...

Warnings: A little angst

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Spiderwoman!reader

Note: I really like to see this kind of OS but i couldn't find many :( so i decided to make it, english isn't my first lenguage then it's probably that you'll be find so many spelling mistakes (if you do don't hesitate to tell me)

I hope you like it :))

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"Miggy? Will you be here longer? It's really late" She said, poking her head over the platform her husband was working on. She saw him uncontrollably typing on the computer as if he would forget what he was typing if he got distracted. "I need to finish this" He said, cold as always but this time he didn't even look at her. "Can I stay with you?" She said standing behind of him. "No, go to sleep" He said disinterestedly. "But everyone is gone and I don't want to be alone" She said as she played with the seam of her suit. He just sighed.

Miguel turn around in his chair and look at her standing there. "Then go and do something else". She opens her mouth as she is going to say something but nothing comes out. Then she frowns while mumbling a little "What?". Miguel clears his throat and says "All day you have been here, aren't you bored? I am working if you haven't notice and that it for keeping everyone safe" She close her mouth and look down.

"I didn't know you felt like that Miguel, I'm sorry I just wanted to be with you because we haven't got time for us. But don't worry, I won't annoy you with my presence" Then she got off the platform and went to sleep in the house they shared in this universe. His universe

When she was home she notices that the refrigerator was practically empty, and this made sense since they were both working all day being Spiderman and Spiderwoman they were almost never at home. She grabs her bag and go to supermarket to buy a few things they were needing like Miguel's razors and of course the food.

Of course she was mad with Miguel for not telling her that she had to give him space in time and not doing it when he was already fed up, but she felt more calmed going there to shop.

It was time that probably Miguel was coming home so she hurry to pay and drive back home. She was ready to talk with him correctly and clarify things.

When she opened the door there was Miguel sitting in the couch with both of his hand grabing his head, when he hears the door opens he stands up and run to her. "Mi amor" He said while she leaved the bags in the kitchen island. "Miguel, what happened? Are you okay?" She said worried when she felt a tear falling in her shoulder right where he had his head. "I thought you left me..." he hug her tightly. "No, why would I do that?" She rub his neck "I treated you so bad. I am so sorry my love, I promise I won't ever talk to you like that" He said grabbing her face and kissing her forehead. "Miggy it's allright, I am not mad at you"

I hug him again. "I love you so much" he said.

"I love you too Miggy"

~

Silver ♡

[cassyapper]

i am so curious about your pucci thoughts...

I AM SO FUCKING SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO THIS ASK OH MY FUCKING GOD my life has been crazy lately but still i am So Sorry

okay so basically i love pucci we have to kill him. here is a list of my thoughts in no particular order

he makes me so ill like genuinely he is one of the most well written jojo characters ever and DEFINITELY the most well written villain. like holy shit. i think a lot about how weather said the evilest of people are those who think they are good and how that relates to pucci oh my GOD it makes me sick. pucci like many villains are a "ends justify the means" kinda guy like while he was cruel at many points i truly think he was jsut like, yes this is a moment of weakness but it wont matter because im going to fix it. i think aobut how he really thought he was going to save everyone. he was going to save perla. he was going to save dio. he was going to save himself. and thinking baout things from his side, like, oh my god. dio was his only friend. we the audience know that dio groomed him (not necessarily sexually but still grooming) and even though dio did seem to grow to truly care for pucci, he didnt care enough to not use him for his plan to restart the world -- but PUCCI didnt know that. im sure he had inklings and feelings like he's not NAIVE, im sure he KNEW dio was using him at SOME point, but it wouldnt change the fact dio still eventually saw him and was his friend either way. it wouldnt change the fact that he would do this one thing for his only friend, even if his only friend BECAME his friend in the first place just to make him fulfill this task. god dio and pucci's relationship is so insane i hate hate hate that people boil it down to just shipping LIKE THERE WAS RESENTMENT THERE WAS ANGER THERE WAS SO MUCH LOVE AND HALF OF IT WAS LOVE FOR WHAT THE OTHER COULD DO FOR HIM INSTEAD OF JUST HIM HIMSELF . LIKE FUCK'S SAKE im sick of ppl putting a romantic spin on everything and YES this is half me being aromatnic but also COME ON. and that's not even getting into the fact dio and pucci's relationship is supposed to parallel jolyne and jotaro's/jolyne and jonathan's. but anyway

god he loved his sister so much man it makes me sick he jsut wanted her safe man. after everything....i choose to believe his final thoughts were of perla. it's why he was begging for everything he did to have meant SOMETHING -- please let if have meant perla got a good life in whatever universe the world will end up in. i like to believe she did. he won't be there to see it. oh god he wont be there ot see it. fuck. maybe that was for the best in his mind anyway

his drama and tragedy aside he's also the funniest guy in the entire world. why the hell is a catholic priest wearing gucci. well i guess that answers the question but still. he is so fucking funny he is not even subtle about it he is LITERALLY like EOUGH DONT TOUCH MY EXPENSIVE DESIGNER PANTS and then he kicks a cop to his death for it. he's so fucking funny i love him so much. i love that whitesnake is independent enough to have its own personality and he and pucci get into spats sometimes OS FUCKING FUNNY. MFW I ARGUE WITH MY OWN SOUL.

also my disdain for shipping culture aside i cannot deny that pucci is a homophobic homosexual. he and jotaro totally banged a couple times and awkwardly called it off when pucci first sees jotaro's birthmark and he's like oh no. SO FUCKING FUNNY

ugh sorry i jsut want to go back to this point he's so smart he's so Aware of how people work and connect he's always had a fine sense for it (do you believe in gravity...) OUGH like there's no WAY HE DIDN'T KNOW DIO WAS USING HIM BUT HE STILL LOVED DIO AND I THINK BEYOND THAT. I THINK HE TRUY BELIEVED WHAT DIO WAS SAYING. I THINK HE TRULY BELIEVED OKAY EVEN IF DIO HAS HIS OWN MOTIVES HERE, THIS END IS JSUT. SO I WILL KEEP FOLLWOING ALONG. LIKE. I. i truly think he thought this would save everyone, especially perla. ohuogh my god PUCCIIIIIIIIIIIII

in short, he makes me sick we have to kill him. i like him a lot

[here-there-be-fics]

I too have a feeling it won´t be long until the 911 is done for good and I am not sorry. To think that all signs point to this season being nothing more than a rehash of previous storylines still fills me with rage.

Buck is only the latest character Tim put back on the hamsterwheel- all characters are on a perpetual spin cycle with the same storyline repeating over and over again. I had a bad feeling when they fumbled Ortiz and Gerrard and dropped actually NEW story bits they teased like tension between Madney and Henren but I´ve never thought they would fuck up bucktommy so royally. Eddie, to me, has always been boring, but they had something here this time around and they resolved it all by having a priest he doesn´t know tell him he should enjoy himself?! He is cured now. What is this?

Anyways, my bets are currently on 9 seasons max. What do you think?

Hi Nonny!!

Sorry for the late reply, I pretty much never get asks so, Hi!

I agree. The storylines constantly being rehashed is tedious and their losing audience interest, they had previously managed to coast well enough with odd twists thrown in to try and disguise that it is the same story again but that isnt working quite the same now. They absolutely rushed through Ortiz and Gerrard, plot ideas that had intrigued me like the Wilson Han tension being dropped was a dumb move. They constantly tack on story pieces that vanish, the budget cuts being an obvious one. Nothing has time to breathe, even the run up to madney baby #2 was over in what 2 scenes. The inconsistentcies gwt harder to ignore. I miss Chris but understand why they had to remove him from the story for the actor but his and Eddie's dynamic was the part I liked most, otherwise there isnt much for Eddie. I don't think we'll see the resolutions for Eddie we might want, finding happiness is great but doesn't fix the mistakes he made or get rid of the trauma.

I thought that they were finally setting up some endgame storylines to bring a satisfying end for each of the characters which resolved their main themes. Because I agree, season 9 will probably be its last, it may even be a shorter season. They will use the last season to launch the new 911 spin off. They probably won't announce the end of the series until their sure the next one is in motion so that they can transfer the 911 audience over to a cheaper spin off.

The show is incredibly expensive and the budget cuts are showing, they have only have big emergencies at the start of the show with a few more exciting ones scattered through the season but those barely exist in s7 and s8 so far, I mean when was the last time they tackled an actual structual fire on the job? The opening was also on the smaller scale for s8, the opening emergency was cgi and the plane emergency was kinda fun but only had one of the mains and would have been significantly cheaper than the cruise emergency ABC allowed to make sure they successfully pulled the audience over from Fox.

I've had an inkling that things would be wrapping up since towards the end of season 7. The adoption storyline was building and completing the Wilson family unit, the Hans taking in Mara to prompt the wish for another baby, the new home for Bobby and Athena, with Bobby no doubt retiring as captain and passing the mantle to Hen or Buck. And I had hoped that having Tommy come in was going to start that process of resolving Buck's ongoing theme of finding family, love and his place in the world. All signs were pointing there, especially going into season 8, so the break up was very sudden. OS said he only knew two episodes ahead, I wouldn't be surprised if that decision was made at that time. The idea the Tim knew beforehand doesn't entirely ring true to me, he has explained many times he concocts stories on a whim as they go. Also the fact they extended the opening to 3 eps to get their moneys worth and then shifted the episodes around, it might be cast availability but ive not heard of them doing this before so it must have been quite a pivot to make it happen, I could be wrong. Perhaps the viewer numbers dropping freaked them out and they needed to throw in a shock factor after audiences were so taken with Buck's coming out, so they thought breaking them up would boost engagement and it has but just not the way they intended. Too many happy couples doesn't bring enough drama in their minds perhaps and the other couple have to stick to the status quo so Tommy took the hit. I dunno but I've worked in film and TV and it's always about a hook and getting peoples eyes on the screen.

Sorry this was so long and probably way beyond your question...I've been dwelling on a lot of thoughts since even before 806. Feel free to come and chat further. I'd kept my speculation about the end to myself wanting to have a happy bucktommy blog but that's kinda off the table now.

[hllfireclb]

Eddie comforting you when you feel anxious | headcanon

Warnings: mention of anxiety, panic attacks, slightly depression, very very much of hurt, Eddie comforting y/n,

A/n: I’ve been having a lot of stress lately, that’s why I wrote this headcanon..I will definitely write a more detailed OS about this one day (when I got the motivation)…I also still have to finish some requests (I’m sorry really <//3)

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"Please y/n, talk to me! I am your boyfriend! I wanna help you!“ Eddie says as he grabs your hands in his own, stroking over the soft skin of yours to remind you that he‘s here, that he won’t leave. Your leg has been trembling for over 15 minutes now, it feels sore, it hurts so bad but you just can’t stop. It’s one of those days again..one of those where you felt terrible. Your anxiety causing a panic attack, your overthinking killing you from the inside..and there’s nothing you can do about it. You just have to take it all and suffer until it eventually stops.

You look up at him, tears still streaming down your red cheeks as you try to speak with trembling lips. He looks at you, in pain, his eyes speak more than words ever could. He feels so bad. So, so bad that he can’t do anything about moments like these. He knows that you don’t like being touched when you are like this but still he needs to take your hand sometimes just to remind you that you’re not alone. His lips softly make contact with the skin of your hand as he kisses it carefully. "Y/n, I’m here..I won’t leave you, I promise..you‘re safe“ he whispers against your skin. "C‘mon Sweetheart, take a deep breath in with me okay? You can do that, right?“ he asks and you nod slowly before taking a deep breath in with him, slowly breathing out after. He just knows how to calm you down.

After a while of deep breathing, your mind allows you and your body to relax a bit and that’s all Eddie needs to know, before sitting down next to you and pulling you into his chest carefully. His hands start to rub over your back and thigh, making you feel even more safe but also pathetic at the same time. Causing you to start crying again but this time into his chest, allowing him to help you, be there for you. The last days have been rough and hard, school was absolutely terrible, you fought with your parents and everything felt like the universe wanted to see you suffer. Eddie‘s patient, he gives you the time you need before you start ranting about what caused your current state. He just wants to be there for you, wants to help you and show you how much he loves you. It breaks his heart to see you like this, to see how much the world has corrupted a beautiful soul like yours. It’s not right. It’s not fair.

" 's just ..Everything‘s been too much lately..I can barely relax and at the same time I feel like I didn’t make any progress with my stuff, Y’know?“ you softly whisper into his neck, feeling to weak to speak up louder. He nods before placing a soft kiss to your temple. "It‘s okay y/n, I’m here with you..you can talk about it all..how about a hot chocolate, some music and cuddles, Mh? That sound good?"

"Sounds amazing Ed‘s..thank you.."

[halfetirosie]

☁ I lied. I fucking DESPISE this Rural Town Fuckery™!!! ☁

(Scales 05 - 07 React-os!)

TIME TO RANT!!!

🚨🚨🚨I'M ALSO GONNA DO SOME KUYA-HATING IN HERE, BUT KUYA HATED ME FIRST SO IT'S FINE 🚨🚨🚨

1) What the actual fuckity FUCK???

What "flesh" are they talking about? Are they cutting their hands and bleeding out into the basin or something???

Also---I think I was wrong in thinking that the villagers' attitude towards yokai is different from the Wood Territory tribe. These guys may act like they like the "merfolk," but they're actually terrified of them to a manic degree.

This scene is disturbing as hell...

2) Nooooo!!! Poor Yakumo!!!

I feel so bad for him, for real! He has issues with controlling his yokai powers like ALL the time; poor babykins can't catch a break!!!

...

...His scales do be looking really pretty, tho...

3) Ohhh, yeah, this makes a lot of sense. I feel dumb for not predicting this earlier.

I mean, the whole reason Eiden and Yakumo came to the island was to inquire about the recipe that included merfolk meat as an ingredient.

It makes no sense for the villagers to have a whole-ass ceremony to "honor" the merfolk; unless their true purpose was to appease the merfolks' anger.

I'm guessing that these villagers' ancestors hunted the merfolk in the surrounding waters---like a fucked up version of whaling. When they thought they hunted merfolk to extinction, they then feared that that they'd return and take revenge.

That's why, instead of being happy to see [what they think is] a merfolk, the villagers get scared and angry...

4) We interrupt this depressing event to bring you a Yu-Gi-Oh! reference! :D

---Yes, I know that "Umi" is the word for "ocean" in Japanese. But I'm a pathetic dork that will always associate that word with the Yu-Gi-Oh! card of the same name. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

5) ......Bruh.

Okay, two things!

FIRST:

......Eiden, sweetie? I love you, but how have you not figured out the reason for the villagers' freak-out by now??? I feel like the talk of "revenge" is enough for the average person to put context clues together..🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Am I wrong? Am I just being a jerk??

SECOND:

I'm sorry, but I am getting REAL sick of Kuya's bullshit. These last two events he's been an insufferable DICK.

This bitch always has something mean to say about everyone and everything, without even being provoked first. And he has the audacity to accuse others of hypocrisy when he's the worst offender?!?! Why can't he just shut up and leave people alone?!?!?!

Lately, his character seems to have gotten worse, and every scene he's in makes me feel miserable. It's just too much.

I really hope the devs will dial back his toxicity soon.

6) That's kinda weird...?

I'm confused about the rules of this fish-scale relic.

Why was Yakumo the only one that had strong side effect from touching the relic? It's not like he was the only one touching the relic; all of those human villagers + Eiden touched it an prayed over it, too.

Does the relic only react to all yokai essence?

Why was the relic designed to react to anything other than merfolk essence in the first place??? That seems highly impractical.

7) Ugh.

Look, I get it. I'm not saying he's wrong to point out that Yakumo's a special case---that most yokai would have too much trouble to live alongside humans without issue.

But he really didn't have to word it so rudely, or insult Yakumo by calling him delusional. 🤦‍♀️

---His nasty attitude aside---

Am I crazy, or do I detect a hint of jealousy here? 🤔

I know the intended interpretation of that second sentence, "But not everyone is as lucky as you are," is supposed to be in reference to Umi.

But idk, man; something about it (maybe his expression?) makes me think he could also mean himself? After all, as we see in the Forest Carnival event, over his long life Kuya has gotten acutely aware of the issues of human/yokai relations, and he is super pessimistic about it.

What if, part of the reason he's so pessimistic and disrespectful to humans is not just because he's experienced human cruelty, but because he wanted to get along with humans at one point and failed?

It's just a theory. 🤷‍♀️ If nothing else, that context would make for a good fanfic.

8) OH, FUCK!!!!!!

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I knew the history was bad, but somehow this is even worse than I thought. Instead of the merfolk living around the island, they lived on the island, and those humans straight up committed genocide and stole their land!!!

It's safe to say, I'm certain of what the social commentary this event is aiming for now...

Step 1: Invade a territory

Step 2: Murder the people native to the land

Step 3: Retroactively mystify the culture of the people that were murdered

Step 4: Make cowardly attempts to "appease" those from the group you murdered, without returning what you stole in the first place

*depresso-s in American*

9) Oh my GOD, they couldn't be more hypocritical if they TRIED!!! 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

(New drinking game that would kill me: take a shot every time this event makes me facepalm or shake my head)

Talk about poetic INjustice---I wasn't even rooting for them, but I still end up indescribably disappointed.

Why do people like this never learn???

I don't care if this island is cut off from the outside world; that isn't an excuse for this bullshit.

This village has had plenty of time to think about what they've done, and how to react if a merfolk showed up in the future.

And the BEST they came up with was to do the SAME THING (attempting to murder the merfolk) THAT MADE THEM SO WORRIED AND SCARED IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?!?!?!

THEY ARE SO STUPID AND EVIL!!!!! I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA PASS OUT FROM FRUSTRATION AND ANGER!!!

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🔥 End of report 🔥

[naushtheaspiringauthor]

Treasure of the wayward price- Nikolai Lantsov x reader p2

You didn't get an opportunity to process all what had just happened. Well of course you had wished to break the perfectly shaped jaw of the Prince, but Alina had already done the honours. You hadn't spoken to Sturmhond...Nikolai after he had revealed his true identity.

"Wow, you really did became a pirate, huh?" you folded your arms infront of you, refusing to look at him

"I- well privateer actually. But yeah, I did" he replied, stepping closer to you

There  was an awkward silence around you, but he cleared his throat and spoke hesitantly "So, how have you been?" he looked at you

"Fine. As fine as someone whose friend abandoned them and left without saying a word on his whereabouts or even a 'goodbye', could be" you responded, your words filled with resentment

"I- I'm really sorry for not telling you any of this earlier, but I had a reason, I-" He spoke with a saddened look. But you cut him off "You always have a 'reason' for everything, don't you?" you scoffed.

"Please, let me explain I-" You sprang up and got out of there, away form him, and didn't  look back at him.

That was the only interaction you had with him, throughout your journey to Os Alta. He had tried to make jokes and witty remarks in hopes of seeing you smile once again, but you didn't. He was visiting towns, villages, churches, to sponsor his alliance with the Sun Summoner . They were waving, smiling, holding children in their arms, hold hands. And you hated every moment of it. It was all and all tolerable until...he had kissed Alina.

"Why am I even here? I can't wait to get to Os Alta and stay as far away from him, as I would be capable of. Then he can spend all his time with whoever he wishes, and I wouldn't be forced to see it all. Such a fool I was, for thinking he's still care for me. He'd still remember and cherish the moments we spent together" you were too lost in your thoughts to notice Mal nudging your elbow. You finally snapped out of your thoughts, when he said out your name. He looked hurt and didn't utter a word. You followed his gaze to see Nikolai's lips pressed against Alina's.

Your heart felt like it had crawled up to your throat. You could feel your rapid heartbeat in every part of your body. You desperately wished for the floor to tear apart and  swallow you in, so you won't have to see all...this. Your brain had completely frozen up and you just stormed out of there, to wherever your feet would take you.

You had reached Os Alta after what felt like an eternity. You spent most of your time with your friends and avoided Nikolai as much as you could.

When you had told Zoya about all that had happened, she had responded with "The Prince is an idiot for passing up on you". Or maybe I was, for thinking he had loved me, you thought.

You had completed your work with David and a few others for the day and you were getting out of your workspace. It was almost midnight and there was a comforting silence surrounding the Little Palace. You were on your way to your room when you heard someone call out your name from behind. You turned around to see, Nikolai, looking at you with tired and innocent eyes.

"It's really late, you should go to bed" you turned around to leave, but he suddenly grabbed your hand.

"Please, talk to me" he said with a mournful look

"What is there to talk about?" you replied in a broken voice

"Why do you not talk to me anymore? Why have we remained nothing more than mere...strangers?" he slowly let go of your hand and stepped closer to you.

"You're a Prince,  Nikolai. You deserve to be with someone who matches your status, and the Sun Summoner is the perfect choice. I'm not willing to distract you and waste your precious time" you looked immensely hurt.

"Do- do you really think of yourself that way? . I don't care of who I am, being royalty doesn't matter one bit to me. Being with you does. You matter to me"

"If I matter to you that much, then why didn't you even bother to let me know about your plans? Do you have any idea how worried I was for you? Saints, the kinds of thoughts that came to my mind. The places my mind wandered off to.  I was your friend, Nikolai! I deserved to know" your voice began to raise, yet it was immensely broken and shattered

"Because you are more than just a 'friend' to me. What if I would've taken you with me and- and lost you. I could never live with myself for that. I kept you away from my plans, because they were dangerous! And I know, you are fully capable of protecting yourself but I could never bear the thought of losing you. You have no idea of how much you mean to me. You have been with me in times no one ever has. You have known me better than anyone did, you did. And I did try to send word to you, but I found out that you had sided with the darkling." his voice began to tremble.

You were utterly shocked at the words he had just said. What was ironic was that you had loved him all this time, but you had happened to be the one to consider him your 'friend'. You had been the one think of your bond as just a friendship. When it was so much more than that. You had known it, and now you realized that he did too.

"I- Nikolai.. I didn't knew that. I never did" your eyes were brimming with guilt. "The darkling- it wasn't my choice. He'd given me no other choice"

"That's why. I want to keep you away from all...this. I want you to be safe".  He moved closer to you, almost too close. "You're all I have ever wanted, my love. There has been no other who came to my mind every night. There has never been anyone other whom the tiniest things remind me of. There has never been anyone, except you. I love you my dear, only you. And not even the greatest powers of the universe could ever change that"

Your mind froze up at the words he had just said. You wondered if it was real or you had finally gone crazy. There was a nervous feeling in your stomach, the one you'd get everytime he looked at you and smiled at you, but in a much greater amount.

You finally held up the courage to speak and spoke "I love you too, my dear Nikolai. I always have. And my heart could never bear to see you with anyone other than myself.  And you have no idea how much pleasure and comfort it brings me to know that you feel the same" your gaze was fixed upon his.

There was small moment of silence before he asked "Can I kiss you love?"

You said nothing in reply but didn't waste another second and gently pressed your lips on his. The moment almost felt too good to be real and you slowly pulled away from him after what felt like the best moment you had in your life.

He quickly pulled you in again, one lasting much more longer and felt deeper. When you had pulled away from each other after what had felt like an eternity, you both looked deep into each other's eyes and there was a long moment of silence.

"Now that you're finally done being mad at me, what do you think of 'Sturmhond'?" he finally spoke

"Well the name sounds very fake and so does the wierd nose, but the man isn't so bad after all" you gave him a teasing smile.

[spillurhearts]

Not to be rude, but you say dni proship in one post. So, you’re opposed to “problematic ships,” not the right definition of proship but we’ll say it means that here. but then you make another post

https://www.tumblr.com/spillurhearts/760983725468221440?source=share

where the only thing you can describe the ship is as a problematic ship. I mean, ship it, it makes you happy and doesn’t hurt anyone, the real definition of proship. But I’m conflicted. Creepypasta yume/self shippers apply to proshipping, and often times problematic content.

first and last time i'll be involved in any type of discourse! i also apologize for any mistake i can make, english is not my first language. it is also late in france so i'm sorry if my thoughts aren't articulated well.

if i follow your reasoning, everyone shipping with villains then applies to pr.oshi.ppin.g? because of the problematic actions their f/o has done?

exploring darker themes in your selfship doesn't equal to being problematic as people like to over and misuse that term so much, especially if your f/o possedes a 'dark' canon. it's just exploring a more mature way selfship, including the obstacles it can entail: pr.os.hip.pi.ng actively encourages abusive relationships. in this post i said the relationship could be somewhat a bit 'toxic' mainly due to the enemies to lovers arc i have with the pr.o.x.ies but the relationship is nowhere near abusive, it's complex and layered, which is two different things and while my wording could've been better, the meaning behind it still stands. obviously it's going to be a bit dark, again, it's about the canon like most people with villain f/os. there is no issue with exploring it and toying with it. there is an issue when it starts involving downright concerning and disgusting content.

the pro.ship.ping community, in selfship or not, is problematic in the way that it actively encourages incest, pedophilia, abusive relationships etc, not in the way that they think villains are hot and want to kiss them/make them kiss each other. there is a difference in problematic behavior, views and impact and 'problematic' characters - and even then, there's a scale in characters deemed problematic, there's a difference between a canon r4p1st and a bad, way too edgy 2009 oc.

moreover, p.rosh.ipp.ing, which goes along with c.om.ship.ping, denies the fact that fiction has a drastic impact on reality by ignoring scientifical and real facts. the whole "ship it if it doesn't hurt anyone" thing is just plain wrong as it hurts your own perception of the world, of what's real and what's fake and encourages people that might stumble accross it to do the same. i am in no way part of that nor are my self ship which i use to cope, and will forever refuse to be a part of that community.

i feel like you were trying to prove a point, and if you did then you failed miserably. you were rude by trying to make me fit in a plain disgusting community. if you didn't and we're genuinely confused, then i'm sorry.

i'm guessing that you may be a pro.s.hipp.er due to the wording of your ask. next time, please refrain from asking - the only thing i know is there is a type of community that supports a certain type of content that i do not wish to see on my dash and that i do not wish to interact or engage in anyway with. i'm staying in my lane, so stay in yours.

i would also appreciage if there wasn't any follow up to this ask, whether it be in reblogs, ask, dms... whatever. i have made my opinion and stance clear.

[maimingaffairs]

anon i am so sorry… my post got deleted somehow so i had to repost 🤨 anyways this is terrible because i wrote it at 3 am but at least it’s proofread!

warnings: SMUT (18+ only!)

word count: 2.6k

Oblivious (aleksander morozova x AFAB!reader)

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Aleksander had always had a soft spot for the good things in the world. The beautiful things.

You were both.

From the moment he met you, he knew you were.

The two of you had met when you arrived in Os Alta after running away from Ketterdam. Being a known Healer had been getting dangerous, and the wrong crowds often sought your services out.

The first time he’d met you personally was a spectacle, really. You’d been brought in to heal a deep cut on the back of Vasily Lantsov’s head because he had slipped drunkenly down the stairs. Aleksander was almost always present when his Grisha were needed in The Grand Palace, and he stood back and watched as you healed Vasily with ease. It hadn’t even been a moment later before the young prince started to flirt with you.

You awkwardly took a step away from him, which he in turn took one towards you. You had laughed nervously and before you could take another step back, he had grabbed onto your kefta and tried to pull you towards him. You jumped backwards quickly and the kefta came loose from his fingers and you fell backwards, catching yourself at an odd angle on your elbows.

Aleksander was quick to come help you up and he bid Vasily goodbye sharply before he whisked you out of the room and back to the Little Palace. You hadn’t spoken a word, in fact, you trembled under the hand that The General had laid on your upper back to guide you. He noticed your trembling after a moment and the second you two had reached the solace of the Little Palace, you turned to him and clasped your hands together nervously.

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“Oh, General, I am so terribly sorry. I didn’t mean to make a scene in front of the prince, I just was nervous and-“

He cut you off by holding a hand up and he gave you a gentle smile.

“Everyone knows Vasily doesn’t know personal boundaries. It was not your fault, y/n.” He responded and you instantly calmed down, relieved to not be in trouble with the most powerful Grisha in Ravka.

Since then, Aleksander had been curious of the clumsy, nervous little Healer that had been brought to him, and he made a point to get to know you better.

After a year of being at The Little Palace, you and The General had gotten very close, and you considered him to be your best friend.

He however, considered you to be more. He hadn’t found himself so taken with a single person for nearly four hundred years, and the worst part was you didn’t even seem to realize it.

He tried to make it known to you, but he wasn’t quite sure how at first, so he’d do little things. For example, one night after you’d been caught in the rain out riding with him, he came to your quarters and swaddled your shivering form in his warmest cloak. Or another time when he took you on a walk out to the forest and he’d plucked flowers from the ground and tucked them in your hair.

Eventually it grew into more. He’d shower you with compliments often. He became much touchier with you, embracing you for long periods of time, giving you little cheek and forehead kisses when he greeted you or bid you goodbye.

He’d even revealed his name to you one night while the two of you laid in his bed. You liked coming to his room late at night, and he’d entertain you by messing with his shadows above your head. You’d watch them intently as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world while he watched you with the same passion.

But you still didn’t seem to get it.

It had been about two weeks since you’d seen Aleksander, and he had just returned from a little trip to the frontlines to check up on everything and bring more troops to the Second Army. When he arrived at the Palace, you excitedly greeted him on his horse and he wrapped both arms around you, almost tackling you to the ground.

“Take me with you next time! I about died of boredom here. I can’t keep mending David’s paper cuts, it’s so mundane.” You complained playfully.

“Take you with me? And have you distract me? Keep dreaming, pretty.” He commented and you sighed dramatically and fell backwards, knowing he’d catch you.

He did, of course and he pulled you up straight again and then grabbed your hand, leading you towards the Little Palace.

“Perhaps you’d like to accompany me to dinner with the King this evening?” He asked slowly and looked down at you.

You glanced up at him with your eyebrow raised and you shook your head, “I’m not saying no. But is that the kind of thing you do with friends? I mean, I feel like it’s an opportunity wasted on me. You could take David or Genya. The King likes them more, anyway.” You stated.

He nearly rolled his eyes. Friends. How oblivious could one person be?

“Perhaps. But I wanted you to come. Because you are important to me, and there’s no one else I’d rather spend my time with, truth be told.” He explained and pushed open the door to the palace. You both walked inside hand in hand and you glanced up at Aleksander with a bright smile.

“I’ll go then. If I’m that important, how could I miss it?”

You had no idea.

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The dinner had gone well. Aleksander convinced you eagerly to wear a black kefta that matched his own, and then upon seeing you in it, his heart utterly melted. It was hard to keep his focus on anything other than you at dinner, and that was for certain.  

The walk back to The Little Palace was a quiet one. You had your head leaned against his arm while the two of you walked and he glanced down at you with a small smile.

“Would you care to join me back in my chambers  for a little while?” He asked and you looked up at him.

Your eyes pierced his own and the urge to kiss you right there in the hall was inexplicable. He had to tear his eyes away from yours while he walked you the rest of the way to his room. Once inside, he closed the doors behind both of you and he turned to you.

“Did you have an enjoyable night?” He asked softly and you walked around his war table, dragging your finger along the edge.

“Mhm. It was nice, thank you, Aleksander.” You said sweetly and looked back at him over your shoulder.

Your eyes caught his once again and you gave him a soft smile, “You look nice.” You commented and then turned your attention back to the war table. You touched the model of The Fold in front of you and you let out a giggle.

“Considering how much time you spend hovering over this, I’d expect a more lifelike model.” You teased and twisted a bit of your hair around your finger.

“Well. That’s the best we did.” He teased back and approached you, sending a tendril of shadow through the air to tap your nose. You scrunched your nose up cutely and reached up to run your fingers through the cold shadow wisps in front of your face.

“I love it when you do that. Your shadows are so… lovely.” You hummed, and with that, he sent more little tendrils of shadow your way, loving the way you giggled, stared at them in awe, and reached out to touch them as if they were fragile.

You had never been one to shy away from his shadows. Perhaps you were one of the only ones like that, too. He kept his eyes on you while you dragged your finger through the shadowy air before you, and he suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t take the aching feeling in his chest when he looked at you, the burning desire to have you as his own, the indisputable and undeniable fact that he was in love with you.

He found himself moving forward at alarming speed and he grabbed your face in his hands desperately. He stared down at you wildly and the gaze you returned was bewildered and confused.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked, your voice so little and nervous.

He shook his head and he pulled your face closer to his so that he could kiss between your eyes.

“No. But I need you to listen to me.” He said eagerly and you gave him a little nod, allowing him to continue.

“Y/n. You are one of the most oblivious people I’ve met in my life. How much more obvious can I be?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Aleksander.” You replied nervously and your eyes raked his face.

“I am in love with you, for the love of the Saints, y/n. I am so in love with you, it brings me to my knees. For months now, I have only fallen harder and harder for you, and you just don’t seem to even notice. You sleep in my bed, I hold your hand, I’m glued to your side whenever I’m here, I take you to events, I show you off when you wear black… I don’t understand how you don’t get it! I am in love with you, so painstakingly in love.”

You blinked a few times up at him and then you let out a mirthful little giggle.

“Oh, oh my. Aleksander, why didn’t you say something sooner?” You asked and raised your eyebrows up at him.

Your reaction clearly wasn’t the one he was expecting and he stared down at you with wide eyes, his hands still holding your face gently.

“You should have just told me, because then I would’ve told you that I’m so, so in love with you.” You said with another little laugh.

Aleksander didn’t even have time to feel relieved and elated about your reply before you were standing on your toes and dragging him down to you by his shirt to plant a warm kiss on his lips.

Your kiss now wasn’t like any of the times he’d ever imagined kissing you. It was so much better.  He kissed you back with a sweetness that was almost tangible between your lips and your hands found his neatly combed hair.

He broke the kiss breathlessly and he stared down at you in the dim light of his bedroom. You bit down on your bottom lip as you looked up at him and he shook his head.

“You’re intoxicating.” Was all he said before he dove back down and kissed you again, this time backing you up against the table before he lifted you up onto it. He stood with your legs on either side of his thighs and he placed a sloppy kiss on either corner of your lips before he kissed down your chin and up along your jawline.

You let out a breathy moan when his lips brushed across the spot just between your ear and jaw, and he closed his eyes tightly. He sucked on the skin over that spot and pulled back once he was satisfied with the blossom of broken capillaries just underneath your skin, creating a mark that would stay for the next few coming days. You reached up and pushed his kefta off of his shoulders as he began to kiss down the side of your neck sloppily and you shivered.

“Aleksander.” You whispered and he pulled back slowly to look down at you questioningly.

You glanced up into his eyes and then you let out a little whine.

“Take off your shirt please.” You said softly, your cheeks heating up.

He let out a little chuckle at your request but he didn’t argue as he took off his layers of tops. While he was undressing himself, you rid yourself of your own kefta and you slipped down off of the table and turned around in front of him to show him the buttons of your dress.

“I’ll need help with this too.” You said shyly and he wasted absolutely no time, moving in and unbuttoning your dress as quickly as he could. When he pushed it off of your shoulders, he brought his hands around to rest on your bare torso, drawing your back up against his chest tightly.

Your dress hung loosely at your waist and you wiggled a bit against him to get the skirts to fall to the floor. You stepped out of them and then you took his hands and brought them up to your lips. You placed slow kisses on each of his fingertips and he let out a long sigh, your lips feeling like the softest silks in the world to him.

He gently pulled one hand away from your grip while you kissed the other and he reached down to gently slip his fingers down into your underwear. He rested his chin down against your shoulder and he very slowly dragged his middle finger in two little circles around your clit. You gasped against his fingertips and you froze, your body moving backwards against his even more.

He repeated the same motion a few more times before you grabbed his wrist and shook your head.

“Oh, please don’t tease me. Please.” You whispered and he let out a little chuckle. Normally he’d be more inclined to make you beg for him, but he’d save that for another day.

He spun you around and reached behind you carelessly and swept all the models of landmarks and such off of his war table and he hoisted you back up onto it.

He quickly reached up and pulled your underwear down until they were around your knees and you could easily kick them off, and he pushed your legs apart, standing in between them. You leaned back against the table on your elbows and looked up at him, letting out a needy whine.

“Aleksander, please.” You breathed and he brought his hand up to your cunt.

He looked up into your eyes for a while before he inched his fingers upwards through your folds, gathering your slick on his fingertips. You leaned your head backwards and let out a little sigh of relief and he took this as encouragement to press his thumb down against your clit. You let out a little mewl at the new contact and he had never heard such a pretty sound before. He started slowly, his thumb gently circling your clit.

“Look at you, being such a good, patient little thing.” He murmured appreciatively. He glanced down at his hand on your core and he continued to move his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

After a moment of this, he brought his free hand up and he pushed your legs open further before he traced his pointer finger around your entrance. You wiggled your hips down closer to his hand, feeling utterly empty and Aleksander only clicked his tongue and murmured something about having patience up at you.

A few agonizing moments went by of him running his finger along your entrance, when without warning, he pushed it inside of you. You clenched around his finger and you let out a little moan, waiting for him to move again. He steadily continued the movement over your clit as he curled the finger inside of you up a few times and you raised your hips off of the table.

“Oh, please. More.” You begged and lifted your head to stare down at him. He simply gave you a wink before he pulled his finger out of you. You didn’t even have time to be disappointed before he was plunging two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out of you steadily. You moaned again, this time much more breathlessly and he quickened his pace on your clit along with his fingers inside of you. Within moments, he had you gasping and whining, chasing a release that was so close.

You sat and pleaded quietly with him to go faster and when he finally obliged, you snapped. You let out a sharp gasp and then moaned loudly. He didn’t even need your moans to know you were cumming, because you tightened impossibly around his fingers and he hummed.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Good job.” He murmured and continued to fuck you with his fingers through your orgasm. When you’d finally calmed  yourself, he slowly pulled his fingers out of you and brought them up to your lips.

You opened your eyes to see his fingers in front of your face and you opened your mouth obediently and took them inside.

“Good, taste yourself, angel.” He breathed and then pulled his fingers away from your mouth only to put them in his own. He licked them clean before he gently grabbed you by the thighs and held your legs on either side of his hips and lifted you off of the table.

The hardness in his pants brushed up against your newly sensitive core and you gasped, earning yet another chuckle from Aleksander. He carried you into his bedroom and then gently tossed you down on his bed. He stood over you as you stared up at him with eyes glazed over with need and he kicked his boots off and yanked his pants off along with his underwear.

He looked down at you and stroked himself a few times before he leaned over your body and brushed the tip of his cock against your entrance a few times.

“If I knew this is how it would end, I would’ve confessed my love for you sooner.” He teased with a breathy laugh.

You smiled blissfully up at the man above you and you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck. You pulled him down for a slow kiss, and he slipped himself inside of you, earning a gasp. You distractedly stopped kissing him and he pulled away from your lips slightly as he slowly slid himself into you fully. Once you’d taken all of him, he stayed still for a moment, giving you time to adjust.

You tossed your head back and then you tapped the back of his neck, “Aleksander, I do adore you, but I need you to move.”

He did as you asked and he slowly pulled out before plunging himself back inside of you, a lewd, wet sound echoing off of the walls.

He let out a low groan and he closed his eyes, leaning his head down so that his forehead touched yours.

“You feel so good, my love. Taking me so well.” He grunted and easily found an initially slow pace that the both of you enjoyed.

You pressed your fingertips into his shoulder blades and you let out a few soft moans in the form of his name. You pressed your lips to his ear and you let out a whimper against it.

“Faster, please.” You whispered and he had no choice but to increase the pace of which his cock was pumping in and out of you at, just to earn a few more sweet moans from you.

It wasn’t long before all that was audible in the room was the sound of skin slapping together and your high pitched moans, mixing with his low praises. Your second climax approached you quickly, and Aleksander deduced this by the way you were clenching around his cock. He grabbed onto one of your legs tightly and hoisted it up around his waist and he thrust in particularly sharply, and he hit a spot deep inside of you that had you screaming his name and digging your nails into his back.

“Come on, my love. Cum for me. You’ve done so well, let me reward you.” He whispered and you dragged your nails down his back, whimpering and moaning simultaneously.

He continued with his sharp thrusts up into you, hitting that spot within you each time, and after just a few more quick strokes, you tightened your leg around his waist and threw your head back as your second orgasm of the night washed over your entire body in waves. You clung to him shakily as he continued to fuck you, chasing his own high. It wasn’t long after you had came that he finished as well, releasing inside of you. He stayed still over you for a few moments while you panted and slowly calmed down, and finally he pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him.

“Have you really been hinting at being in love with me for months now?” You asked after moments of post-coital silence.

Aleksander rolled his eyes and snorted, pulling you tightly down against his chest.

“I have. And I was just about to give up.”

“Nah. You could never give up on me.” You said with a little giggle and Aleksander smiled and placed a few kisses against your cheek.

“Oh, milaya. I know.”

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Can we get a fanfic of Kai’s so loving cars. And wanting to do late night drives, every night. So he just gets Chrono to do it, but this time angel wants overhaul to drive her. And she falls asleep and kai carries her back home 💞

"I still don't get the appeal of wasting the gas of my car." He muttered while handing you the keys without actually looking at you, eyes remaining still on the job pops asked/demanded for him to do.

"Don't know. But for me is relaxing even for some reason, besides you know how I like cars." You smiled while wiggling the keys in your hand, on it it had a very small and cute Keychain of a crow you had found on the city once and gifted to him. He had replied with a number expression and to anyone else watching they would have thought that by his reaction he was gonna or thrown the gift away or just hide it in some place.

But he didn't. Even if he didn't used as much, he put the Keychain along with the key of his car.

"I'm shocked." He replied in dry sarcasm as you rolled your eyes at his usual mood.

"You sure you don't want to go?"

"Get Chronostasis to drive you, I have to finish this atrocity the old man asked me to do it."

"I hate taxes too my dear-" you kissed his temple quickly before hopping off his office, sadly missing the way he brushed the tip of his gloved fingers on the place your lips have touched with the most soft and tender look. His mood immediately softening a bit.

Just a bit.

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"Love?"

"I know that look. You just on a drive yesterday. The answer is no, Chrono is not even here for God's sake. You know how nuch you're actually polluting thr planet?" He groaned while taking off his jacket and tie right afterwards.

"Dramatic." You heaved a sigh before stepping closer to him "I actually wanted you to take me for a ride silly."

"Why exactly?" He arched an eyebrow until you caressed his cheek lovingly and with the most radiant and beautiful eyes he ever saw.

"Don't get me wrong, I like Kurono and all but... I just want to have some time with you. I'm sorry, I know how much you actually hate going out... but just for tonight can you take me on a ride? Just this once? I promise I won't bother you any longer love."

He immediately cursed himself. For both allowing his barrier to broke down and for being so damn weak a woman.

His woman.

"... grab a coat then. Is very cold now that os almost eleven p.m..." he watched a smile grown on your face and immediately desdpanned when instead of one of your many coats, hobbies and jackets you grabbed his.

"Well come on! We don't have all night!" You cheered happily on the doorway as he simply heaved a sigh and searched for other jacket or coat to slip on, and on his way to the outside of the house grabbing the keys with a scoff.

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It was peacefully quiet. The streets were only illuminated by the street lights and some God knows who houses that were still awake. His hands were starting to get cold on the wheel, his gloves being no use for winter protection, and he was starting to get some sorta of paranoid that some rival of the yakuza was following your guys at every damn black car he found on the dessert streets.

But that dammed smile of yours made him think... that it was worth it... that smile that he swore made his chest beat twice as faster than normal even after being on a relationship with you for long.... he was a foul to neglect that smile for even once.

How can someone like him could have the luck to score someone like you was beyond his recognition.

"Are you satisfied?" He muttered nonchantly while keeping his eyes on the road while you yawned.

"Just a few more blocks ..."

"You're falling asleep on the car (Y/n)." He muttered in a matter of a fact tone as he took a minute to watch you blink slowly while scooting closer in yourself to get more comfortable on the passenger seat.

"Am not." You mumbled with a pout as he couldn't help but chuckle at your stubbornness.

"Yes, yes you are." He replied and got into a minor battle with you in those sentences just because you refused to admit you were about to fall asleep... even with your eyes closed.

"You are falling asleep. .... " he found strange how you didn't reply like the recent minutes until he noticed you had finally took yourself into the dreamland "Tsk.. we didn't even finish the block you demanded of you brat."

The words were supposed to be a scolding. A acid one... but he scrunched his nose at hearing himself... he sounded so... soft, so calm, so mushy even...

So in love with the person right next to him.

He made a turn on a street and headed right back to his house, thanking mentally that no one else was around to greet you both and that the sound of the gage opening didn't woke you up.

Turning the engine off he sighed, golden eyes washing over your figure as he frowned... he was always called heartless by others, but for some reason he didn't had the courage to wake you up to announce you were both home.

"Damn you for making me this way..." he muttered to himself, standing up and closing gently the door and going after your side... his hands were delicately moving until he found your seat belt and clicked mindfully enough to grabbing just to prevent on hitting on your face like he saw it happened one time.

His left arm scotted behind your back while the right gently placed itself behind your knees, easily and carefully lifting you up with a huff as he bumped his shoulder on the door to close it... his right hand fidgeting to find the button that would lock his car only to fail miserably as he gave up with a sigh and made his way inside his home.

Kicking his shoes off on the entrance he made sure to be carefull enough that not even a hair of you touched any furniture, wall or doorframe.

He finally reached your shared bedroom and placed you gently on your side of the bed, being carefull to take his jacket and your own shoes off with the most care in the world just to nit wake you up from your slumber.

A sigh once again left his lips as he went to put the clothes and shoes away before returning to you and sitting on the edge of the bed just to see your sleeping face even closer... a now naked thumb made its way to your cheek and brushed a few strands of hair of yours away from your face as you snuggled closer to the bedsheets and pillows.

"I love you..." he muttered in the dark and peaceful room before lowering himself down to kiss your lips so tenderly, he made sure to enjoy the second but also ever the careful to not wake you up "I love you, even if you made me drive for one hour." He smirked at hearing you mumble on your sleep before nuzzling his nose on the top of your head.

Only on the dead time of the night he felt free to make those actions with you, and he knew how bothersome it could be to have a partner like him.

But you put up with his actions and demands and proclaimed your love for him loud enough that you could shout it to the rooftops if you wanted, your words not his, while he was more reserved but also just as much as a foul for you.

"I am going to make sure both of us have a long shower by tommorow morning. This will be a exception only because you're just gorgeous when you sleep my dearest." Kissing your lips one more time he made himself comfortable behind you on his side of the bed and dropped a arm on your waist, bringing you impoosibly closer to him as he breathed in on your scent pleasantly.

"Perhaps I should stop asking Chrono to drive you... I want to be the only man in your life to have this privilege on watching a goodness as yourself being this adorable at the same time as breathtaking."

He always fell asleep faster when you were with him...

And this time wasn't any different.

[ourlittleforever]

Could you tell us more about the dynamic within your DocMaiden ship? You both seem so cute together, and he seems a bit less gruff and old man (no offense, love your ships) than some of your other loves, so I'm curious how that is.

ahhh Jerry thank you for the ask!!

So it's definitely a little different than most of my ships haha. According to the lead dev, Xander is in his late 20's. I hc him to be 29, so 5 years older than I am.

A lot of my male f/os are, like you said, more gruff old men lol. They also tend to be the types who don't actively pursue me -- they had a crush on me, they love me, but they were a little more passive until One Big Moment where their feelings overwhelmed them and we confessed to each other.

With Xander, he actively pursued me. I think he's a suave, confident, romantic type of guy. He wanted to sweep me off my feet. Me, being rather socially awkward and getting my romantic experience from novels, had never been pursued like that. It was shocking but also really welcome even if I didn't know how to handle it.

Like, he was super polite and gentlemanly, never did anything I didn't want or without my permission. But he was very flirty and forward with me. I appreciated that from him bc like I said, socially awkward lol.

I helped him a lot with his journey through the city and gave him a place to stay along with Grezzo. And he fell for my kindness and compassion. That's how it started with him, really.

We left the city after the events of the game and married shortly after. Gloomwood is kinda reminiscent of Victorian era times so it's kind of expected we would marry soon after we met. He just couldn't risk letting me go, y'know? He wanted to marry me and keep me by his side.

He's the type who likes to fluster me because it's cute when I blush. Xander is a romantic man and he enjoys spoiling me, keeping me happy. As a doctor he makes decent money, and he already comes from a wealthy family. I kind of didn't know how to handle it all at first, because my self insert is/was a nun who lived a relatively ascetic lifestyle.

He's also protective over me. Xander prides himself in his ability to keep me safe as well as happy. He does have a bit of a jealous streak -- sometimes he worries I'll find someone else, or he sees someone eyeing me or getting a little too close and he gets a bit territorial. Not in a rude way, he's not the kind to get into fistfights, but he can be a bit snippy. He does share that trait with my other guy f/os, that sense of obligation and protectiveness with a dash of jealousy.

I hope this all makes sense, I kinda infodumped 😭

Sorry for the big long novel I wrote here lol. I guess the TLDR is he's a very romantic, dapper, suave gentleman with me with a dash of protectiveness.