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vqnrouged · 2 months ago

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⠀⠀HAII uhhmm... moot 😋🥳 eemrmtm... if im NIT mistaken, i saw ur request status open so emrntm.. :sweats: (sorru im kinda awkward w interacting w new ppl 😓)

⠀⠀may i request⠀⠀ second years X gn!reader⠀⠀ who's frequently (sl)eepy but is really, REALLu good at combat???!! like they'd often see [n] tiref in general; though when classes were dismissed, they "unintentionally" saw the reader quarreling some npc who's mildly injured (and possibly a lopsided ankle for the fun of it🤑) and just one tapped the npc's pressure point causing them to faint and BOOM!! reader caught the [insert character] staring at the scene whilst the reader acts like nothing happened 😼😼

⠀⠀SORRY IF IT'S REALLT SPECIFIC i tried to get a hold of myself when i saw ur guidelines when requesting and i hope this isn't too much 😓 my brain is currently filled w tons of chaos and i feel like expressing them at some point /e cry..... BUT TAKE YOUR TIME!! it's no pressure to be doing this in a hurry cuz im often busy w tumblr too and i might not notice it's already been minutes, hours, days or weeks after this request hdhsjsshbs

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐖/ 𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐓. 𝟏

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mystery girl by housecall

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜��𝐞𝐫𝐬 : floyd leech, kalim al-asim, jamil viper, silver

𝐚/𝐧 : i’m sorry i took so long to answer this request, zen. i got caught up with school. :( forgive me for being a lil’ rusty with my writing, i’m trying to get used to it again. hence why i split this into two parts. please enjoy!

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇

Absolute boredom was the only way to describe the end of the school day. The last class always seemed to drone on and on until Floyd found some form of entertainment in a random object, preferably one he could use to bother someone else. However, his joy would always be cut short due to Trein’s exceptionally keen vision and intolerance for disruptions. To put it kindly, he was a total buzz kill.

Hence the pure excitement Floyd felt when he exited the classroom, only to see you, the oh so famous prefect, taking down a larger student in mere seconds. It fascinated him, you were so tiny yet you took the big fishy down so quickly? Consider this eel impressed.

And he was not about to pass up this opportunity for entertainment, so he slowly approached you and the student that laid unconscious on the cold tile. It wasn’t until he stood directly behind you that he uttered even a single word.

Floyd quietly put his head on your shoulder. “Whatcha doin’, shrimpy?” He whispered.

You jumped back from the new presence, and of course it had to be Floyd of all people who found you. Talk about bad luck, he was not going to be letting this go.

A nervous chuckle left you as you turned to face him, your hands clasped together behind your back. “Oh hey, Floyd. What’s up?”

He waved his hand in a relaxed manner. “Oh, nothin’ much. I just so happened ta’ be heading towards the lounge when I happened to see my Shrimpy making a ruckus.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Then a thought occurred to you, could you trick Floyd? So, you quickly came up with an excuse. “What-!? No, I was just heading back to the dorm.”

The eel suddenly got serious, his mismatched eyes stared down at you, unblinking. “Shrimpy, you’re a really bad liar.”

Okay, so that was a terrible excuse. You definitely should have seen this coming.

He relaxed his expression, an eagerness now playing behind his eyes. “Let’s cut to the chase. How’d ya take that big fishy down so easily?” He asked.

You didn’t reply for a moment, too shocked to come up with an answer.

Floyd then grabbed onto your shoulders, aggressively shaking your body as if money would start falling out of your pockets. “Shrimpyyyy, c’mon tell Floydie how you did it!” He whined

You released a loud sigh, putting your hands over Floyd’s to hopefully cease his actions. “Fine, I used martial arts.”

Floyd still had an iron grip on your shoulders, but upon hearing the boring explanation for your royal take down of a Diasomnia student, he slumped down with a pout. “That simple of an explanation? You should’ve just spit it out.”

His disappointed frown then turned into a large, sharp-toothy grin as he eagerly brushed passed you towards the poor student you knocked out. “Let me help ya dispose of the body!”

“FLOYD.”

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌

After finally being let out from his afternoon classes, Kalim was ready to get back to the dorm and set up for the banquet later that evening. But much to his surprise, he was soon met with a tantalizing sight upon turning the corner.

You, the esteemed prefect, famously known for rivaling even Silver in the sleepyhead department, towered over a student adorning a Savanaclaw uniform. The boy didn’t seem injured, at least not from where Kalim was standing. Whatever trick you had pulled, it must’ve been a smooth take down.

This had the housewarden immediately intrigued.

Without missing a beat, the boy happily skipped over to where you stood. The books held in his hands were in a vice grip, his excitement could barely be contained. Attending Night Raven sure did have it’s surprises, but he was abnormally eager to approach you himself.

The white haired boy excitedly exclaimed.“Whoa, how’d you do that?”

You spun around to face the stranger before you, then it hit you. Didn’t this guy look familiar? The garnet-red eyes, the white hair, and even the blindingly bright smile seemed recognizable. Oh, it was Kalim! Well, shit. This guy was notorious for having the determination of a lion working it’s damndest to catch it’s prey, there was no way you were getting out of this. The universe must hate you.

In a desperate attempt to escape the situation, you tried to brush him off. “Please excuse me.”

You began walking in the opposite direction, but this housewarden was not going to give up.

Kalim continued to wear his bright smile, running up next to you to match paces. “But, you were the only one around who could’ve done something like this.”

Incredulously, your eyes widened and you began to pick up the pace. “No, he was like that when I found him.”

Kalim put his hands together like a puppy asking for treats. “Please, tell me your secrets.”

His eyebrows then raised and a light bulb lit up above him. “I know, you can come to the banquet tonight and we’ll be able to talk all about it!”

Your feet stopped and you were sure your face held the most confused look one could hold. You couldn’t help but turn to face him. “What?”

Kalim bounced on the balls of his feet, eagerness radiating off of him. “You’re officially invited to the banquet tonight!”

You didn’t even know what to say to this.

And Kalim did not give you the time to answer. The boy gave you a grin and a quick wave. “I’ll see you later, banquet duty calls!”

“Wait-!”

Kalim didn’t give you time to speak before he was already running off towards the Hall of Mirrors, clearly in high spirits because of his new friend. Friend? You weren’t sure that the two of you had immediately reached that status, you mean, you had just met minutes ago. Though, an inkling feeling that he already thought of you as friends kept seeping into your mind.

It was pleasant. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to go to the banquet.

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑

Jamil Viper, a calm and collected individual, never one to stand out too much, or cause trouble for others. Or at least, that’s how you knew him before this incident.

It had been a normal day, as normal as a day could be at Night Raven College, and you had your sights set on someone. Typically, you were a student that wouldn’t dare meddle or get in fights with anyone. But a certain second year Scarabia student just had to be a jerk to Ortho, the only person in NRC who’s kindness rivaled Kalim’s, and you were not about to let this guy get away with his crimes against your good friend.

So, you set up a time and a place. Of course, you were not going to use your fists against this guy. You simply wanted a productive conversation to be held, like mature teenagers should have. But, no. The man came at you full throttle, he clearly did not read the letter you gave him at all. Whatever now became of him was in self-defense, and before you knew it he was on the ground.

And Jamil Viper had witnessed it. Not just a sliver of the altercation, all of it.

There was a silent staring contest between the two of you, no one dared to utter a word. It was thick and quite frankly, an odd situation to find yourself in. Jamil has had his fair share of weird encounters, but at this point he did not care about that. This was the icing on the cake to his already long, arduous list of tasks he needed to complete for the day.

To put it simply, his patience was thin.

“He came at me first.” You quickly mumbled, already sensing the displeasure emanating from the vice housewarden.

Jamil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to calm himself down. “I saw, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

Although you felt tired after having used your energy, you didn’t want to make him do it alone. It was not going to be an easy task to carry a boy over half his weight to the nurses office by himself. “You sure? I can at least come to the nurses office with you.”

Despite your willingness to help, Jamil declined. “That won’t be necessary, but thank you.”

He knelt down to the students place on the floor, grabbed his arm and wrapped it around his shoulder to take him to the nurses office. He didn’t say another word either, simply walked off.

You stood still for a moment, soaking in whatever the hell just happened. “See you around?” You muttered.

It was not until a few months later during your time training for the SDC that Jamil mentioned the incident regarding the Scarabia student again during a conversation over some snacks.

“I was trying to be discreet about the situation, it wasn’t like I asked to start a fight!” You argued.

Jamil frowned, crossing his arms. “You were not at all discreet about what you were doing, [Name]. Keep your voice lower if you’re going to go against school rules.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, already reaching your hand into the bag to grab another chip. “I’ll definitely keep that mind next time I get into a fight.” You retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm.

That shit-eating grin Jamil loved to wear made it’s way to his face as he questioned you. “Oh, so there will be a next time?”

Your eyes immediately hardened into a glare. “I hate you.”

He scoffed, leaning back in his chair all while continuing to wear that smile of his. “Lovely to know that I’m now an accomplice in your ‘Journey for Justice.’”

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑

It was a beautiful sunny day when the incident occurred. Silver was enjoying a well deserved nap under a green, flourishing tree where the shade was just the perfect amount, not too hot and not too cold. There wasn’t a single person around to make a lot of noise either, just the sounds of the leaves rustling back and forth. The conditions were absolutely perfect.

That was until the peacefulness ended.

The Diasomnia student slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. He then let out a yawn, using his hands to push himself up into a sitting position. Then, he saw it.

You, the prefect, regarded for your sleepiness and kindness, being aggressively screamed at by a student in a Heartslabyul uniform. It seemed that you weren’t in immediate danger, but the boy was getting more hostile by the minute. That much Silver could tell and he wasn’t going to allow someone to get hurt.

He began getting to his feet when something interesting occurred, and it happened in only a matter of seconds. Silver’s theory proved to be true, the Heartslabyul student became more hostile and attempted to throw a punch at your face. Instead, you expertly dodged it and quickly used your hands to hit specific points on his body, causing him to clatter to the ground, completely unconscious.

It was something Silver had never seen before and he was intrigued.

With a grunt, you lifted the unconscious boys arm over your shoulder, though it proved to be quite difficult. The whole situation made you angrily curse under your breath. “I hope you learned your lesson. Picking on underclass men is a low thing to do and you know it, especially when you’ve taken it too far. Riddle is not going to like this.”

Ah, so it was a noble act.

Regardless, Silver hastily made his way over to where you stood. He didn’t hesitate with his words either. “If you don‘t mind me asking, what tactic did you use to take down that student?”

Silver’s voice surprised you, he was always quiet in class and you had never really taken the time to pay attention to anything but your instructor. You truly didn’t know what to think, so you didn’t. You spoke without thinking. “Oh, that.”

Well, shit. No pretending like you weren’t involved anymore.

Upon seeing the look on your face, Silver awkwardly coughed. “Please excuse me for asking.”

You shook your head, the cat was already out of the bag. “It’s alright, there’s no hiding it now. You saw everything, didn’t you? What I used to take down this man was a form of martial arts called kyusho jitsu, it uses pressure points to take down an opponent.”

Silver’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “That’s very interesting. Would you mind telling me more?”

You grimaced, taking a glance down at the unconscious boy resting on your shoulder. “Sorry, maybe another time? I need to get this guy to the nurses office.”

Silver didn’t hesitate to move to the other side of the student, repeating the same action of lifting the boys arm around his shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind if I assist you.”

Giving him a thankful smile, you turned to face towards the hall leading east. “Thank you. I never got your name by the way, mine is [Name]. And yours?”

He returned the gesture with a small grin. “I’m Silver.”

“Pleased to officially meet you then, Silver.”

“Likewise.”

@𝐯𝐪𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐝 — ˚ ✦ . ˚. - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.

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bwobgames · 1 month ago

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It’s 10:50 pm

“Hey, how did it go. Are you alright with the kid or do we need to sleep with one eye open?”

“We’re good now”

“Although now I owe Sebastián a favour”

“Huh? Was he there?”

“Ah, well, he cleared some of my points”

“Man, perhaps I really should hire you as my social situation interpreter”

“Oh baby, for you it’s all free”

“You’re insufferable”

“Heehoo”

“Eepy time, then? Two Mimir? Did you brush your teeth on the way? I’m already done with my skincare routine”

“Yeah…”

He puts on his pyjama and sits for a little while.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ah, nothing. I just… been thinking”

“About your dad again?”

“About the house.”

“Did you… feel something?”

“No but, what if this is, let’s say, some kind of evolution?”

“A sneakier house?”

“Maybe.”

“Remember when we analysed the doctor’s investigations? The feeling we proposed it might be?”

“Grief.”

“I fear that. If we or our friends or the other passengers or by accident…!”

“If someone breaks the current purpose, could we…?”

“Could someone accidentally give it a new one with their grief?”

“Are you thinking of someone specifically? Nina, maybe?”

“Ah, well, this thing is hosting a ton of people so, possibilities are not zero”

“Oliver. Do you think you…?”

“No.”

“No. I have nothing to grieve for. It’s been plenty of time already.”

“It’s not even been a month”

“I know. But by any means, I shouldn’t be grieving”

“Grandma lived a long and fulfilling life. She had her chickens. She had her family. She had just enough to be happy.”

“She never had to worry about the city life, content with the wonders of the south”

“Everyone got to see her at the hospital. And she died in her sleep. The most peaceful way to go”

“You even got to meet her. To talk to her. To know her. And she liked you”

“She liked you enough to ask to come by next year...”

“Oliver…”

“And she would’ve hated for us to be sad. She would’ve wanted us to throw a party instead of a gloomy funeral. To remember her as she wanted to.”

“By all means, I have no reason to be sad.”

“…But then why it still hurts so much…?”

The pressure in his chest, silently present since that day, grew tenfold.

He felt his as if his heart was painfully pumping tears out of his eyes.

It hurt. Even deeper than his chest. His heart. His soul.

For a second, he feared getting completely engulfed on it.

Until

A heart next to his, separated by a pair of ribcages.

“It that happens. I’ll fix it”

“I’ll buy this whole train if necessary. I’ll live in it. I’ll change it.”

“So, don’t bottle this up any longer, okay?”

“Grieve as much as you need. I’ll take care of the rest”

He thought he couldn’t cry any harder. He was wrong.

Grasping into Ángel, as if trying to completely unite their hearts, he let himself feel.

He misses her. He misses her. He can’t visit anymore. He doesn’t know what happened to the animals. He wishes he did more.

But the pain doesn’t eat him whole. There is a warmth to it.

A warmth embracing him, shielding him, applying a new pressure. A welcome one.

When he looked at that sunrise, he imagined a bright future. A perfect future.

One where Mozilla didn’t get sick. One where he wasn’t afraid of heights. One where he didn’t have nightmares.

One where everyone he loves lives forever.

Accepting reality used to be easier. When he wasn’t fragmented.

When he wasn’t haunting any buildings.

He should’ve spent more time with her.

He should’ve known, more than anyone, the importance of time.

He feels a kiss on his temple

“We’ll visit her, yeah? Every year. We’ll bring the prettiest flowers”

“She gave me her lemon pie recipe. I know I’m not the best, but”

“I’ll do everything to make it perfect”

This is the reality he lives in. And it’s the best it has ever gotten.

His pain might never pass. Part of him doesn’t want it to.

But it will always be cushioned around strong arms.

Accompanied by another beating heart, two ribcages away.

One day the pressure will be lighter, accompanied by joyful nostalgia. That day is clearly not today.

But he will look at the sunshine once more. Even if it’s cloudy.

He can be brave.

Because he knows that there will be times where he doesn’t have to.

His tears are not yet done with him, so he stays.

Ángel gently sways him side to side. It makes him sleepy.

Who could’ve thought that a busy day travelling and emotional turmoil would make him tired?

He closes his eyes and dozes off.

It’s 11 pm

#all for today #if i dont cry while writing a sad scene then its not working.#also. dont worry about the timeskip. dont worry about it. just dont worry.#detective beebo overnight train

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sister-lucifer · 1 year ago

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Goodnight, Darling

Lucifer x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Reader cant sleep, so they decide to go find Lucifer

Genre: Fluff

Content/Warnings: Lucifer and Reader already have a bit of a relationship but it’s mostly implied, Luci being sweet, very eepy reader

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You’re not sure what time it is now, and you don’t care to turn over and check. The only sound in your room is the rain thundering down from the night sky, tapping on your window in a soft, erratic rhythm. It’s dark, but not too dark, a bit of light can still reach you from the hallway. Your blankets are as comfortable as ever, thick but not heavy and just warm enough. It’s the most ideally peaceful environment you could ever imagine.

So why aren’t you asleep?

You’ve been asking yourself that for almost an hour now. By all means, you should’ve been out like a light. You spent all day today running errands and scampering around to do all those things you didn’t have time to this week. You’re exhausted.

So why. Aren’t. You. Asleep?!

You groan in frustration and stretch out a bit before turning onto your side. You stare at the wall for a few moments, wondering what else you could do.

It’s too late to make tea, you’ll make too much of a ruckus in the kitchen.

The only melatonin in the house is used by Asmodeus, and he guards his beauty sleep with his life. There’s no way you could sneak into his room.

It’s probably not a good idea to do any sort of engaging activity, that’ll just wake you up more.

Nothing, nothing, nothing. Maybe you’re doomed to just lay here until the end of time. You’re starting to wonder if you pissed off one of the brothers enough for them to curse you.

Wait.

One of the brothers…

There’s an idea.

Before you can stop yourself you’re out of bed and on the ground, carrying a blanket with you on the way. You waste no time getting out of that stale room, and soon you’ve started down the hallway. Your feet patter softly on the pristine tile floors, and the only other noise is the rain coming down outside and video game soundtrack from behind Levi’s closed door. It’s definitely bedtime in the House of Lamentation.

As you pass by the rooms of the younger brothers, you debate for a split second stopping by each of them, but you don’t. Levi won’t be going to sleep any time soon, Mammon sleep talks, Asmodeus is too stingy about his beauty sleep, Satan kicks in his sleep, and the twins’ unbearable snoring will certainly keep you awake.

But that’s alright. You’re not looking for any of them. You’re headed for the red door at the end of the hall that’s cracked open just slightly, allowing some soft lamp light to leak out.

You knew he’d still be awake.

You press your palm to the door and gently push it open, the soft creaking alerting Lucifer to your presence. He looks up from the book he’s reading in bed, quirking a brow upon your appearance.

“…Human?” He questions, but he doesn’t seem unhappy to see you in the slightest.

“What are you doing here? At this hour, no less.”

“I’m alright,” You assure him, shutting the door behind you, “I just can’t sleep.”

He gives a nod of understanding.

“I see. And you think I can help with that?”

“Mhm,” You reply simply. You walk up to Lucifer’s bedside, not saying anything but silently asking for his attention with just a look. You clutch the blanket you brought to your chest, making your intentions clear.

Lucifer sighs.

He looks at you for a long few moments, and you almost think he’s going to say no.

But then he marks his page, shuts his book, and sets it on the beside table. He opens his arms and pats the bed next to him.

“Come on.”

A tired smile breaks out on your face, and you eagerly crawl into bed next to Lucifer. You fit perfectly up against his side, and his warmth is the perfect sense of comfort in the cold HoL. You curl up a bit, trying to get as close to him as possible. He wraps an arm around you as you pull your blanket over yourself, sighing with content when you finally, truly feel like you could fall asleep.

“…Comfortable?” Lucifer asks. You only nod in reply. You don’t see it, but he smiles at you before he leans down to kiss your head. He reaches over to turn off the lamp before making himself comfortable as well, though he’s careful not to disturb you.

After a few moments, you feel him stop moving, and your eyes slowly fall shut.

“Goodnight, Lucifer…” You say softly.

“Goodnight,” He replies in kind.

“I love you,” You add without thinking.

And then there’s silence. For a second your eyes open, and you worry that maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say. Lucifer inhales slowly before finally giving his answer.

“…I love you too,” He says, giving you a little squeeze.

You relax completely at that, your eyes shutting one more. You lay there only a moment or two before finally, finally, you can feel yourself falling asleep.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #lucifer #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader fluff #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer fluff #obey me fluff #obey me x reader #fluff #gender neutral reader #obey me x gender neutral reader

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hatsbuckets · 19 days ago

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Let Me Sleep | Gaz

Pairings: Sorta Poly141, can be read whichever way. WC: ~1700 Warnings: Canon-typical violence. Chemical exposure. Involuntary drug use (atropine). Loss of consciousness. Brief confusion/delirium. Inaccurate medical stuff. Hurt with maybe 0.5 comfort. Kyle gets angwy, then eepy :( tense but dw he doesn't die. Short Vers: Gaz gets hit with something nasty during a raid. The team tries to keep him awake. He just wants to sleep. Just five minutes. Please.

I was eepy so now the boys are gonna be eepy too.

The alarms screamed, a shrill cacophony of sound and color, and Gaz couldn't breathe.

His mask had come loose. Or he hadn’t gotten it on fast enough. He wasn’t sure. The air burned going down, thick with chemical smoke and the acrid sting of god-knows-what. His lungs seized. Knees buckled.

A hand caught his vest, tight and forceful, and yanked him upright. His head swam, vision tunneling as black spots bloomed behind his eyes.

Ghost. Tall. Towering. His own mask already sealed. Eyes locked onto Gaz’s with something close to panic.

“Fuckin' hell—” Ghost’s voice filtered through the muffling buzz of Gaz’s failing awareness. He was moving fast. Ripping Gaz’s mask down, replacing it with a sealed one. Holding it there. Tight. Too tight.

The hiss of air rushed in too late.

His stomach turned. He staggered, body going limp for a heartbeat. Ghost didn’t let go.

“Soap, we’ve got exposure—Gaz’s hit. Get that evac locked in, now!”

“I’m working on it!” Soap’s reply echoed somewhere through the smoke.

Gaz tried to push away. Tried to say something. His mouth opened, but all that came out was a rasp.

“’M fine,” he muttered, barely audible. “Just... need a minute…”

Ghost didn’t reply. He was already digging through his kit, hands moving fast. A pen-sized injector clicked. Cap snapped off. The sharp jab to his thigh brought him back fast, atropine. Gaz flinched, groaning through clenched teeth as the drug hit his bloodstream.

His heart skipped, then kicked into gear. His limbs trembled. Cold sweat beaded at his brow despite the heat.

“Stay in the land of the livin’, Sergeant,” Ghost said, voice low and clipped. “You go under now, you might not come back up.”

Gaz tried to stand straight. His legs didn’t want to cooperate. His body felt like it wasn’t his anymore, sluggish and disconnected. His thoughts trailed off the second he tried to hold onto them.

Still, he shrugged off Ghost’s grip. Or tried to. “I’m alright.”

Ghost didn’t answer. Didn’t believe him.

…

Time passed. Maybe five minutes. Maybe fifteen. Hard to tell with the way the walls wouldn’t hold still.

At some point, they moved him to a different room, a garage of some sort. Had taken the gas masks off. Had told him to stay awake.

Gaz sat on a low stack of concrete debris, back to a half-collapsed pillar. His arms were crossed, but his fingers kept twitching, tapping nonsense patterns into the fabric of his sleeves.

His tongue felt heavy. His throat was raw. The world around him pulsed in and out of focus, like he was watching it through someone else’s eyes.

He blinked and realized Soap was crouching in front of him. Close. Talking.

“C’mon, mate. What’s your go-to take away? First thing you order after a job?”

The words felt distant. Muffled through water.

Gaz blinked again. His jaw worked, then stalled.

“… Chicken biryani,” he said finally, the syllables slow, uneven.

Soap gave a smile. It was too tight. “Yeah? Extra spice?”

“Always,” he murmured.

The edges of his vision blurred. His head dipped. Then hands. Strong ones. Gripping his arms, keeping him upright.

“Hey, hey, stay with me,” Soap said, voice louder now, tinged with urgency.

“Just tired,” Gaz mumbled. “S’fine.”

“Not fine.” Ghost’s voice now. Flat. Solid. “You sit down; you don’t get back up.”

Gaz wanted to argue. Wanted to snap that they were overreacting. But his mouth wouldn’t shape the words. The warmth in his limbs was wrong, slow and syrupy and spreading.

A ripple of unease crept in.

He blinked up at Ghost. His vision shimmered again, and this time he felt it in his chest.

“Don’t let me fall asleep,” he whispered.

Ghost’s stare didn’t waver.

“Promise me,” Gaz said again, quieter.

“Promise.”

…

His legs didn’t feel like legs anymore.

They moved when pulled, stumbled when pushed, but the coordination was long gone. Ghost had one of his arms slung over his shoulder, guiding him in tight circles around the open space, back and forth, around debris piles, avoiding broken glass and splintered beams. The air was much clearer now, but Gaz couldn’t smell it. Couldn’t taste anything but metal.

Soap hovered close. Every few seconds he tapped Gaz’s cheek, sharp little smacks meant to keep him awake. Gaz tried to swat him off. Missed entirely.

“Eyes open,” Soap said again, forcing a smile. “Gotta earn that takeaway, mate.”

“Fuck off,” Gaz mumbled. No heat behind it.

He tripped. Ghost caught him.

Price’s voice crackled over the comms. “Evac’s delayed. Fifteen out, maybe more. We hold here.”

Fifteen minutes. Might as well have said forever.

Gaz’s head lolled. His body sagged, limp against Ghost’s side.

“Hey!” Another tap to his face. This one harder. “C’mon. Don’t.”

“I’m not—” His voice cracked. He cleared his throat, tried again. “I’m not.”

He wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince.

They made another lap. His boots scuffed the ground. His breath came shallow, uneven. Then he stopped.

Just… stopped walking. His weight dropped. Ghost grunted, trying to keep him upright, but Gaz twisted out of his grip. He slumped to the ground, landing hard on one knee. His hand braced against the floor, shaking.

“Gaz,” Soap said. Alarmed now.

“Just—” He held up a hand, like that would explain everything. “Just five minutes.”

“Not happening,” Ghost snapped, already crouching down.

“Please.” His voice cracked again, this time around the edges. Thinner. Bare. “Just wanna lie down. Five minutes. That’s it. Please.”

He didn’t care if it was the ground. The couch. The floor of the damn evac chopper. He just needed the weight off his bones. The quiet to stop ringing. The fire behind his eyes to go dark.

A hand gripped his collar, pulling him back up. He shoved at it, not hard, but desperate.

“Don’t,” he muttered. “Just... don’t...”

Ghost ignored him. Got him on his feet again. Gaz’s legs buckled on instinct. His hands curled into fists.

“Fuck’s sake!” The words tore out, sudden and sharp. “Just let me rest! You’re making it worse!”

Soap flinched like he’d been slapped. Ghost didn’t move, didn’t blink. But his grip on Gaz’s shoulder tightened.

Price was there a second later, appearing out of the haze like a shadow pulled into shape. He didn’t speak at first. Just crouched in front of Gaz, level with him. Eyes steady. Firm.

“Look at me,” Price said quietly.

Gaz didn’t want to. But he did.

“If we let you rest now, son… you might not wake up. You know that.”

The anger drained like someone pulled the plug. All the heat, all the rage, melted into something heavier. Thicker.

Gaz stared at him. Price looked tired. His brows drawn. Mouth tight. But his eyes didn’t move. Didn’t waver. Neither did the hand he placed on Gaz’s shoulder.

Gaz blinked hard. Swallowed.

His voice came soft this time. Barely audible. “…I’m so tired, Cap.”

“Tell me what’s goin’ on.”

“I—” He shook his head. Tried to find words that made sense. “It’s like... everything’s underwater. Can’t think. Can’t… can’t breathe right.”

Price nodded. Just once.

“Then we keep you above the water,” he said. “One breath at a time. You hear me?”

Gaz gave the smallest nod. His hands were trembling.

Price looked up at Ghost. “Walk him again. Keep him on his feet.”

Ghost moved to obey.

Price didn’t let go just yet. His thumb brushed over the fabric of Gaz’s shoulder once.

“You hold on, Sergeant,” he said, low and firm. “We’re not losing you today.”

They kept him moving. Back and forth. Ghost had him half-carried now, arm locked around his back like a harness, one hand gripping his vest tight enough to bruise. Soap walked beside them, close, tapping Gaz’s face every few steps.

He couldn’t feel it anymore. Couldn’t feel much of anything.

His vision pulsed at the edges. Light, dark, light again. His legs buckled once, then twice, then gave out completely. His weight sagged into Ghost like dead weight.

“Gaz?” Soap’s voice. Sharp. Edged with panic. “Hey. Hey, stay with us!”

He blinked. Slow. Heavy.

Soap was shaking him now. Fingers curled around the front of his vest, jostling hard. “Kyle! Don’t you bloody dare!”

Too loud. Too much.

He tried to lift a hand, to push them away, but it didn’t respond. His body felt full of static, limbs slow, thoughts slower. He couldn’t hold onto words. Couldn’t hold onto anything.

“Come on, Sergeant,” Ghost growled near his ear. “Don’t you quit on us.”

Something warm slid down his cheek.

Sweat? No. His eyes burned. Blinking stung. Maybe it was tears. Maybe he was already gone.

He heard his own voice, but it sounded wrong. Thin. Broken. Like a kid again.

“…Mum?” he whispered.

Soap’s breath hitched. “No, no, stay with us, Kyle.”

He kept talking. Couldn’t help it. The words fell out, disconnected.

“…we left her at the station. Said we’d be back… Price said he would—said—”

He didn’t know what he was saying. Didn’t matter. He just wanted to rest. He wanted--

Darkness folded in around the edges. His eyes slipped closed.

He didn’t feel it when his knees hit the floor.

Didn’t hear Ghost curse under his breath or Soap’s voice crack as he shouted for the chopper again, louder this time, pleading.

…

The rotors hit first, low and thunderous, churning the smoke and dust into a haze.

Boots pounded into the building. Medics. Shouting. Gear hitting the ground. Hands on him, everywhere at once. Lifting. Checking. Stabilizing.

“Unresponsive—shallow breath. Get the line in now—”

He didn’t hear them.

Didn’t feel the sting of the IV. Didn’t register the straps locking across his chest.

Soap climbed into the bird beside him, shoving past a medic to sit on the edge of the stretcher. He planted one hand on Gaz’s chest, right over his heart, and kept it there. Steady. Counting every shallow breath.

Ghost crouched in the open door, rifle still in hand, eyes fixed on the skyline as they lifted into the night.

Price stood in the middle of the room they'd left behind, listening to the sound of blades fading into distance. He’d be right behind them.

Up in the bird, Soap leaned down close to Gaz’s ear, voice low and shaky. “You can sleep now, Kyle,” he whispered. “We’ve got you.”

#cod #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #gaz cod #tf 141 #call of duty #a little angsty time #idk #it was just on my mind #cod mwii #eepy series #cod whump #my writing

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waterlilyspad · 4 months ago

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Breaking our Solitude (Chapter 5)

your honor I want to go eepy sleep now.

Summary: After a miracle Jayce returns to life in a dead world, it's now up to Viktor and Jayce to start over, hopefully for the better.

(Fluff, hurt/ comfort, mentions of violence, light choking, jayvik au, post season 2)

Silence was broken in an instant as a bright light shone just out Jayce’s line of sight. His eyes flung open and appearing before him stood Viktor. A kind of glow radiated off of him as he approached it dimmed as he removed his hood. “Jayce, I'm here.” He said kneeling down as Jayce shivered, Viktor looked shocked. “Jayce, are you cold? Have you been cold this whole time?” He asked in surprise. Jayce felt something in him rise then fall again, like he should’ve felt something that those words but couldn’t. He just replied with a silent “I am.” Viktor’s arm moved to lift Jayce, gently leading him to a sitting up position. Jayce felt his hands twitch to life, and his body begin to move of his own choosing. He slowly turned his head over to Viktor’s direction looking up at him as he realized he could move so long as Viktor held him. “Jayce I’m so sorry I didn’t know, I should have- well then again I don’t know a lot about your current condition-” He rambled as Jayce stared silently at Viktor, glaring holes into Viktor’s eyes as Viktor just prattled on about how impossible this was and whatever else. While he talked Viktor slowly took the robe off of himself before draping it over Jayce's shoulders. Underneath Viktor wore a wrap made out of the blanket Jayce gave Viktor all those years ago. An ironic parallel, that feeling grew hotter in Jayce’s brain as his eyes flicked back up to Vitkor’s as he spoke.

Those hands stayed on his shoulders as he continued to prattle “I managed to take the black hole to another system; I was such a fool for…Jayce?” He said before pausing, those large hands were rising to meet his neck. Viktor felt his stomach drop as those cold ridged fingers encompassed his entire throat, two missing but the strength of the remaining digits was felt tenfold. “Jayce?” Viktor asked as Jayce stared without emotion into Viktor’s eyes. Jayce felt that heat in him burn, “Viktor.” He mouthed his eyebrows beginning to furrow as Viktor starred back with a tear falling down his cheek. Pressure slowly grew, those large fingers began to press into Viktor's soft throat, “Jayce.” He hissed softly as Jayce felt that feeling begin to dominate anything else he couldn've possibly felt. He watched as Viktor closed his eyes as if to accept what was coming, his chest rising and falling with every labored breath he took as his throat was squeezed more and more with each passing second.

Watching this Jayce was flung into another memory, all those centuries ago with metalic fingers pressing into his own throat his eyes closed in pain as he fought with every fiber of his being to stay awake, even to the end he had a chance to close his eyes before meeting his defeat. Snapping back to the present he looked on at Viktor. Those eyes shut as his breath began to hitch. Soon that fire began to subside, what was he doing? What should he be feeling right now? whatever it was maybe it shouldn't go to this extent he thought, there has to be another way, like it or not he needs Viktor. Coming to his senses Jayce let out a huff before letting go of Viktor's throat.

As Viktor felt those strong hands leave his throat, he took a few seconds to breathe deeply before opening his eyes, only to see Jayce’s head rushing at his. In an instant Jayce’s hands moved to grab Viktor by the hair before *THUNK*, Jayce headbutted Viktor with an incredible fury knocking him over. Viktor landing backwards hitting the dirt he cursed like a sailor as Jayce froze midair above him. His hands stuck frozen grasping the air as he felt his ears ring, stuck in the aftermath of the collision. Jayce cursed silently, below him Viktor coughed and rubbed his forehead before speaking “Fucking damn…I deserved that.” He said moving over to his side before sitting up, hearing a kind of breathless wheezing coming from Jayce. He turned to look at Jayce seeing his face scrunched in a silent laughter, “Jayce?” Viktor asked in concern as Jayce laughed before answering “That hurt, that really hurt.” He said silently between wheezes. Viktor, unsure how to respond, slowly reached out and put his hand on Jayce’s shoulder allowing his body to move and before he could fall; he pulled Jayce into a tight hug. Jayce's large arms soon moved to hug him back, grasping onto the fabric that draped his back with those cold fingers. “Please forgive me Jayce, please.” Viktor wept into his shoulder and Jayce buried himself into Viktor. “I’ll think about it.” He mouthed back in response as the two held each other, Jayce smiled, so that was pain. Yeah, he wasn’t missing out on much.

#jayce talis #jayvik #viktor arcane #viktor league of legends #jayce x viktor #jayce arcane #arcane netflix #arcane jayce #arcane fanfic #jayvik fic #jayvik fanfic #arcane jayvik #arcane viktor #viktor

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arecaceae175 · 9 months ago

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For Want Of Rest: Ch. 4

FAN JOY JULY!

Fic Summary: Five times Sky falls asleep somewhere that isn’t a bed plus one time they all do. Or, Sky struggles to manage his disabilities, then the chain has a conversation about accessibility and accommodations.

Fan Joy July! Each chapter is inspired a few amazing art pieces of Sleepy Sky <3. There are plenty more chapters and art inspirations to come :D

Chapter Summary: Sky struggles to stay awake as the chain travels. 1.3k, angst and hurt/comfort. Also Legend decided to use she/her pronouns in this one, apparently. Good for her

Art pieces:

Sky snoozing by @narsh-poptarts Sky and Wars napping by @sraksha

My favorite thing about narsh-poptarts's art is how much the pose mimics the one in the game. Even later in life, blorbo is still the same eepy blorbo. I also think the pose is cool and it looks hard to draw!

Sraksha's art is always amazing. It's such a distinct, soft style that is perfect for two blorbos napping. I love how Warriors is smiling in the second panel. He is very proud of himself for helping his brother be comfy <3

Chapter warnings: could be read as dissociation, but is intended to be blorbo being soooo fucking tired. Also Sky continues to be an unreliable narrator with low self esteem and internalized ableism (directed towards himself, not others)

“You good, Sky?”

Sky held back a sigh and forced a small smile instead. Ever since they found him passed out beneath the tree, one of the other heroes was never far from Sky. He was glad he was used to living in close quarters on Skyloft and used to Groose’s anxious clinginess; some of the others surely would’ve snapped by now. Every time he felt frustration bubbling at his family’s overbearing concern, he had to remind himself that he was thankful they cared so much.

Legend was watching him with thinly veiled concern. Against his will, Sky’s eyes darted to the braces on Legend’s knees and the compression gloves on her hands. Sky felt the burn of shame. He could ignore the ache in his joints and the fatigue dragging him down. He didn’t want to be the one to slow down the group.

“I can keep going,” Sky said.

“Not what I asked.”

Sky felt the tips of his ears go pink. “I’m okay. Are you? Do you need a break?”

“If I need a break, I’ll ask for one,” Legend said pointedly, narrowing her eyes at Sky.

Sky shrugged and turned away. A break would be nice, but he didn’t need one. The pain wasn’t unbearable yet, and he was still moving. As long as he wasn’t assigned to a watch shift tonight, and they made it to a place to stop early in the day tomorrow, it would be fine. He could handle it.

Legend’s stare weighed on Sky’s shoulder for another moment, before Sky heard her huff and stomp away. Disappointment twinged in Sky’s chest, but he couldn’t quite figure out why. His gaze went back to his feet and he tried to let himself zone out, just barely watching for hazards he could trip on. It was easier than focusing on the pain in his hips or knees or back or feet or head or the one weird, sharp twinge in his ankle— that was new, what was that about?

It must have worked, because next thing he knew, Four’s stopped feet appeared in his view. Sky barely scrambled to a stop before he ran into Four, and he still had to put a hand on Four’s shoulder to steady himself. He muttered an apology as he took a step back. Four smiled and waved it away.

Sky glanced around. They were still in the woods— which did not make Sky want to cry, not at all. The path ahead was split into three forks. Wild, Time, and Twilight were crowded around a broken signpost trying to make sense of the directions.

Pain slammed into him with full force. His legs were shaking minutely. Sky felt himself sway, and he desperately looked around for the nearest tree to discreetly lean against. Things always felt worse just standing. If they were going to be here for more than a few more seconds, Sky really needed to find a spot to rest.

“Hey,” Legend said quietly.

Sky looked at her in surprise. She inclined her head towards Sky’s left and raised her eyebrows. Sky followed her gaze and saw a tree stump partially hidden from Sky’s view. Sky felt himself sag with relief and immediately went for the stump. He collapsed on top of it with less grace than he would like to admit. Against his will, his eyes slid shut immediately. He crossed his arms and clenched his fists into the fabric of his sleeves as he breathed through the wave of pain in his hips and back with the new pressure.

The voices of the others faded into background noise as Sky began slipping into a light doze. Sky could still hear the words, but he didn’t put much effort into processing them. Someone would get him when they needed to move again.

A voice rose louder than the others. “Um, guys?”

Sky startled, ever so slightly. Sky knew he should probably open his eyes to see what the problem was, but he couldn’t muster the energy. There was a span of silence.

“Is this a safe place to make camp?”

“Fresh monster tracks.”

Another pause. The voices faded into a buzz.

“Sky.”

Sky jolted, then winced as his back twinged. He rubbed his dry eyes. “Hm?”

Hyrule smiled apologetically and held out a hand. “We’re moving on.”

“Oh. Okay.” Sky stifled a yawn as he took Hyrule’s offered hand and let the traveler pull him to his feet. “Thanks.”

Hyrule’s smile widened. “‘Course.”

As they started to walk again, Sky tried to focus on anything besides his body. He looked around the path and noticed a hero was missing.

“Where’s Twilight?” Sky asked.

“Scouting ahead,” Hyrule said. His ears twitched, and wasn’t looking at Sky. If Sky had any energy, he would’ve pressed. His thoughts were too heavy for that, so Sky just hummed a reply.

An amount of time passed. Sky didn’t know how much. Staying upright and putting one foot in front of the other was taking all his concentration. An amount of time passed, and then Twilight was jogging down the path towards them.

“There’s a cave close. A few monsters outside, but it don’t look too deep. We can clear it,” Twilight said.

Sky frowned. His accent was thicker than usual. That usually meant he was tired, hurt, or stressed.

“It’s a tight fit, though,” Twilight continued.

“We’ll split up,” Time said. “Legend?”

Legend shook his head. “I’d rather keep moving.”

“I can stay,” Warriors said.

“Um.” Sky cleared his throat. His ears pinned themselves to his head as Sky grabbed his sailcloth to fiddle with it. “I don’t think I would be the most helpful right now.”

Warriors, with clear movements in Sky’s line of sight, patted Sky’s shoulder. “We’ll stay back.”

“I’ll stay, too. I’ve got a bit of a headache,” Four said, tapping his temple lightly with one finger.

“Come on, then. It’s close,” Twilight said.

“Stay safe,” Warriors called as the group left.

Sky’s eyes burned, both with forming tears and the dryness of exhaustion. He hated feeling like he let the others down. He hated being too slow.

Sky stepped far enough to be off the path and collapsed in a heap against a rock. He curled his sailcloth around himself and let his eyes slide shut, then let his head fall against the rock. His entire body throbbed.

“Do you need anything for the headache?” Warriors asked.

“No, it’s not bad. More pressure than pain, really. I’ll stand watch if you want to…” Four trailed off.

Sky’s neck protested the angle with sharp pains. He huffed a watery breath of frustration and dragged an arm up to rest between his head and the rock.

Leaves crunched as footsteps approached.

“Sky?” Warriors asked softly. His voice was closer than Sky expected. He dragged his eyes open and saw Warriors kneeling beside him.

“Hm?”

“Do you want to lean on me? It’ll be more comfortable than the rock.”

Sky briefly considered protesting, but exhaustion and pain won over. He nodded wordlessly and pushed himself off the rock just a bit. Warriors smiled and settled against the rock just behind Sky with his head pillowed on his hands.

“Touch is okay?” Sky had to check.

Warriors smiled and nodded. “I wouldn’t have offered otherwise. Here.”

Warriors gently guided Sky to lean back against his side. With the way he had his arms up, Sky’s head fit securely on his shoulder. Sky scooted until his back was fully supported and extended his sharply aching knee. He wanted to thank Warriors, but he couldn’t find the energy to open his mouth.

Sky’s eyes slid shut as the aching in his body settled. He’d be sure to thank Warriors tomorrow.

Endnotes: By the way, in case any of the implied stuff wasn’t clear: when Legend left Sky, she went up to Time and Wild and said “Birdbrain needs a break. Don’t make it obvious.” And then when Sky’s on the stump, they’re trying to figure out if they can stop and rest because Sky is clearly having a horrible time. Wolfie is sent to scout for the nearest place to rest, even though they won’t make it to wherever they were going. And they split up on purpose so Sky doesn’t have to fight. There is plenty of room at the cave. Sky doesn’t know any of that though. Blorbos :)

#ace writes #Fan Joy July #fanjoyjuly #fanjoyjuly2024 #linked universe #lu sky #lu legend #lu warriors #and everyone else #but those do things #disabled sky #disabled legend #:)

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denalidear · 2 years ago

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Sleepy

a/n: oops. forgot i said i was gonna do this whole thing. well here a little fic i wrote a while back and never posted.

summary: wil is so eepy.

word count: 886

warnings: none?

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It had been a long day for him, you knew. Between streaming, working on new music, and how late the two of you had stayed up the night before; he was tired. So when you asked to cuddle and watch a movie, you had put two and two together to start your master plan. You strategically placed yourself underneath him, his head on your collarbone as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Love I’m going to fall asleep if you keep on playing with my hair.” He warned, adjusting so his arms were tucked well around your torso. He yawned and leaned into you more and you smiled.

“What if I told you that was the point?” You teased, trying to contain your laugh as to not disturb the sleepy boy.

“Then I’d tell you you’d better be comfortable because I won’t be moving once I’m asleep.” He mumbled, now pulling the blanket covering you two further up his shoulders.

“Bring it on, buddy.” You said, turning your attention back to the movie while continuing your ministrations in his hair. Soon enough you felt his weight sink into you, his breath coming out in soft puffs over your neck. He had fallen asleep and your plan was a success.

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Wil was a sleepy guy. After the first nap he’d had cuddling with you, he requested more and more. It became a regular occurrence for him to seek you out straight after finishing a stream, only to fall asleep in your arms.

But today, he was determined to prove he didn’t need a nap. You’d dragged him all around London, going to shops and cafes. He played along happily for the first four hours, but after dinner came and went his resolve was sarting to wear thin. He happily carried your tote bag that you’d filled with the goodies you’d acrewed, but he was nearly nodding off as you sat at the station waiting for the next train home.

“Wil.” You tapped his knee, “The announcer said it’d be pulling up soon.”

“Ok.” He nodded, resisting the urge to lean into your shoulder. Soon the train pulled up and you boarded. Wil fought to stay awake as he sunk into the plush of the seat.

“Baby you can sleep on my shoulder.” You said patting his leg to comfort him.

“No, I’m not tired, I promise.” He said quietly. As miuch as you wanted to believe him, not two minuets later his head was on your shoulder and he was snoring away. You couln’t help but smile.

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The band said goodnight to the crowd, passing out the set list and spare picks. The main lights came up as the audience began to leave and the band got off stage. Wil came straight up to you, as was post gig tradition, for a kiss and a very sweaty hug.

“You did great, handsome!” You smiled, holding his face between your hands. As you looked into his eyes, you could see the adrenaline slowly leaving his system as his eyelids began to slouch.

“Thanks darling.” He smiled, leaning in for another kiss. You decided it was time for him to go to bed, leaving the venue in favor of the quiet tour bus. He held your hand tight as you lead him to the bunks in the back, speaking quietly about how he thought the concert had gone. You tucked him in like a little kid, teasing him about being a toddler while he laughed.

“But will you cuddle with me?” He said, grabbing your hand before you could pull away.

“Of course, baby.” You smiled, kicking off your shoes and sliding into bed. Would you regret not changing into PJ’s when you woke up? Probably. But this moment was perfect, and you wouldn’t ever pick a shower over sleeping with your boyfriend.

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“Chat, guess who just got home from work?” Wil smiled as he looked at the text you had just sent him, confirming you made it safely to his house. He quickly typed back a response, saying he was on stream but that you should come and visit him. He continued speaking to chat before he heard a small knock on the door.

You creeped into his office, dragging your feet after a long day of work. “Hello, love.” Your boyfriend spun around in his chair and st up to greet you. He lifted his arms to invite you onto his lap and into a hug. “How was work?”

“Good. Just tired.” You mumbled into his neck. “You can keep playing. I’ll just cuddle.” He rubbed your back and turned back around to his screen.

“Chat, my darling has had a long day, so she’s a little tired. I’ll finish this up and then we are gonna go to bed.” He smiled, reaching around your body cuddled up to his chest and began to play again.

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as your head lulled back and your weight sunk into him. “I think she fell asleep.” He whispered to chat. He looked down at your peaceful face. “Yeah she’s totally out.” He giggled, keeping his voice low.

“That’s my cue to leave, friends. Thanks for tuning in. I’ve got to get my love into bed, poor girl. Good night, everyone.”

#x reader #fanfic #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x y/n #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x fem!reader #fanfiction #blurb #fic

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phoenixkaptain · 9 months ago

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Random thoughts time! Splinter of the Mind’s Eye edition~

1. I’ve already said how much the novel changed my perception of Luke, but it did the same to my perception of Leia. She tells Luke that she joined the Rebellion because she was bored and she discovered that the Empire didn’t allow art because it could so easily be used to create free thinkers and she wanted those free thinkers to be allowed, encouraged even, to create. She likes arts and she likes people and she likes people’s art.

2. Leia is the best combatant. In one book alone, she: kicks a guy so hard in the face she almost decapitates him, manages to sweep the legs out from beneath someone, claws a man until he passes out, goes toe-to-fucking-toe with Darth Fucking Vader with Luke’s lightsaber and actually manages to hold her own pretty well, throws an axe into a person’s shoulder while she and her target are both running. She’s so cool in this book, and every time you think “oh they’re gonna do the sexist damsel thing again” it turns out that Leia was just biding her time. So. Fucking. Cool.

Also, my favourite Leia scenes because they’re funny:

“”That should give them something to think about,” she announced with satisfaction. “Let them think we dematerialized the bars. It won’t bother Grammel, but it might make the troops uneasy. I want anyone trailing me to be as nervous as possible.””

“Leia moved closer, reached out uncertainly to touch his arm. He eyed her, then coughed. She sat back. Suddenly she began screaming. Luke looked around but there was nothing in sight.

Bending over, the Princess screamed into clasped hands. The muffled wail continued for several minutes. When it ended, she looked back up at him again without apology.

“I’m all right now, I think,” she said with forced steadiness.”

3. Love how eepy Luke is.

“Hin bared sharp canines, grabbed Luke by the neck. Luke stared resolutely at his furry visage. Abruptly, the hand moved away and Hin nodded slowly, giving out an apologetic grunt.”

“Luke was looking past her. On the other side of the stream they’d been following grew a small forest of water plants, apparently stimulated by the steady flow of fresh nutrients here. The huge leafy pads floating on the black surface were a dull, yellow-brown color. They were round and pointed slightly at two ends where the upturned edges met.

“You can’t,” Leia commented, “be thinking of traveling on one of those.””

“”I’m going to cut this one loose,” he announced.

The Princess looked skeptical. “With what? Your saber? I didn’t know they operated under water.”

He gazed back at her solemnly. “They’d better.””

“A voice sang fancifully in the back of his mind. It was exorting him to relax. Well, that was simple enough to do, he reflected pleasantly. Relax he would. He was tired, so tired now.”

“What had riveted his attention was not the Coway’s continuing methods of medication, nor the vanquished warrior’s convulsive reactions to them, but a large rock. As big as a man’s head, it lay in the water close by the Coway’s head.

His fingertips retained the memory of that stone. It was the one he’d encountered prior to passing out. Or had he passed out? It seemed as if something deep inside him, some resource of which he was unaware, had reacted on the brink of asphyxiation to help him raise the rock, turn and fling it at his tormentor.

Yet he couldn’t recall even placing both hands around it, let alone lifting it clear of the water and throwing.

“How did I do it?” he asked the Princess.

She eyed him uncertainly. “Do? Do what?”

“Beat … him,” he added exhaustedly, gesturing loosely toward the Coway fighter.”

“Suddenly his hand opened as if he’d been shot. The pink bulb fell to the ground as Luke stood bolt upright, eyes open and staring. The Princess rose, tried to make something of the gaping expression on his face.

“Luke… what’s wrong?” He took a couple of unsteady steps.

“Was it the fruit, boy?” Halla looked equally concerned. “Boy?”

Luke blinked, turned slowly to face them all. “What?”

“We were worried, Master Luke. You…” But Threepio broke off as Luke turned away to stare eastward.

“He’s coming,” he murmured, every letter resounding. “He’s near, very near.”

“Luke boy, you’d better start making some sense of I’ll have Hin hold you down and feed you dipills,” Halla said. “Who’s coming?”

“There was a stirring,” Luke whispered by way of reply. “A profound disturbance in the Force. I’ve felt it before, weakly. I felt it most strongly when Ben Kenobi was killed.”

Leia inhaled in terror, her eyes widening. “No, not him again, not here.”

“Something blacker than night stirs the Force, Leia,” Luke told her. “This Governor Essada must have contacted him, sent him here. He’d be especially interested in locating you and me.””

“”I guess I’m probably the cause of that.” They all turned to face Luke. “Just as I sensed Vader, he no doubt can sense me. He’s had a lot more experience in the Force than I have, so his senses are probably stronger. Don’t forget, he was a pupil of Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He glanced back toward the shaft-tunnel leading to the surface of Mimban.

“He’s coming for us.”

“Luke felt a wild sense of elation as he brandished his father’s weapon. “I’m not worried about anything, Vader. Not now. I have no more worries and only one concern.” His voice held an unaccustomed hint of conviction. “I’m going to kill you, Darth Vader.”

That humorless laugh again. “What a high opinion you hold of yourself, Skywalker.”

“I’m… I’m Ben Kenobi,” Luke whispered in an odd way.

For just a moment, Vader seemed shaken.”

“Luke’s motionless form was enveloped in a rich, red bath of light. In his hands the crystal shone with a brilliance unnatural. Nor was the light still. It shifted, fluttered, ran over him like a live thing. It sought out every extremity, each finger and follicle, like the St. Elmo’s fire of old on the rigging of a sailing ship.

After several long, rapturous moments the radiant envelope shrank, sucked up by the crystal which resumed its normal coloring.

Luke sat up so abruptly that Halla was unable to repress a short screech. He blinked once, looked at her.”

“”I don’t understand,” Luke murmured. But he hefted the crystal again in both hands, closed his eyes and tried to concentrate and relax at the same time. The glow from the crystal intensified.

“I understand,” came a voice out of Luke’s body that might or might not have been Luke’s.”

Like Luke spends half the book scaring people and making them uncomfortable. He’s perfect. I love him.

And some more Luke scenes because these could go in wildly different directions and I need someone else to see them:

“”Oh no, Captain-Supervisor!” Luke cried, dropping to his knees and clutching desperately at Grammel’s trouser legs. “Please don’t do that. They’ll have us executed. Please, we’ll work till we drop, but don’t send us back there!” He was sobbing openly now.”

“Wiping tears conjured with difficulty away from his eyes, Luke tried not to appear too hopeful as he regarded Grammel.”

“Reaching with both arms, the Coway warrior clasped Luke around the shoulders and pulled. Luke thought he’d have to use the saber after all, when the native pushed him away gently. Then it slapped him on one cheek.”

“”Well…” Using his right hand, he belted the quiescent Coway hard enough to rattle the native’s teeth. Despite Halla’s assurances, he braced himself for some sort of violent response. Instead, the native displayed a satisfied expression and dropped to his knees before Luke as the crowd howled its approval.”

“Only his neck still bothered him. It ached at the back, where the Coway’s unyielding fingers had pressed.”

And, finally, here’s a collection of Leia lines that I can perfectly hear in Anakin’s voice:

“Turning serious, the Princess told him, “One learns to accept whatever events life has in store with the best possible spirits.” She stared straight ahead.

“That’s just what I’m doing,” Luke confessed, “accepting them in the bets possible spirits—nervousness and fear.”

“Well, you needn’t look at me as if this is all my fault.”

“Did I imply that? Did I say that?” Luke countered, a touch more tightly than he intended. She glanced sharply at him and he cursed his inability to conceal his feelings. He would have been, he decided, a rotten card-player. Or politician.

“No, but you so much as…” she began hotly.”

“”Do you have any idea who I am?” the Princess started to tell her. She caught herself just in time. “Not that it matters. What does matter is that you can’t do it, can you?”

Halla started to object but the Princess cut her off challengingly. “Can you?”

“”Temples, gods, crystals,” the Princess murmured. “Okay, suppose this legendary place does exist,” she hypothesized, jabbing an accusing finger at Halla. “This Kaiburr crystal, just what is it supposed to be… a big gemstone of some kind?””

“Still skeptical, the Princess sat back and looked in askance at Halla. “A small fragment of radiant glass or plastic, or an ordinary silicate treated to glow. You expect me to accept that as proof?””

(Honestly, the entire scene of them talking with Halla in chapter 4 is just filled with Leia being Anakin.)

“The Princess noticed her one victim recovering consciousness and kicked him soundly.”

“She concentrated her stare on the middle of the sergeant’s back, trying to drive him insane. The sergeant showed no hint of being affected. Probably solid bone under the helmet, she mused.”

“She whispered back tightly, “You have this wonderfully evocative way about you, Luke, of reducing the most excruciatingly uncomfortable circumstances to the merely mundane.”

Luke looked hurt.”

“”That’s funny,” noted the Princess, “because you strike me as having a particularly limited capacity for learning.”

“Thanks to the tactics being employed by the Imperials, Luke discovered that the Princess was too furious to be really frightened.”

(A lot of the earlier quotes also have this vibe. I love Leia so much.)

All in all, would I recommend Splinter of the Mind’s Eye? Sure. It’s 12 chapters, 298 pages, not too long, and it has the first lightsaber throwing, the first instance of Luke lifting anything in the Force, it’s the first mention of kyber crystals (spelled “kaiburr” but still), it’s one of the only times in the entire series Leia wields Anakin’s lightsaber (and she’s really cool doing it), it has if not the worst then a very poor portrayal of Darth Vader, and Luke and Leia both come back from the dead because of space magic. Really, it’s a rollercoaster of a read and I highly enjoyed it, somehow.

#the inane ramblings of a madman #star wars #luke skywalker #leia organa #long post #splinter of the mind’s eye #star wars novels #book quotes #this book also has luke being pulled underwater by tentacles #and hugged by at least two separate species #and there are multiple mentions of people having the high ground #so i actually honestly do believe that this novel was an inspiration for the prequels #like there’s no way anakin and leia are a coincidence #luke’s amazing ability to make people and creatures rethink their life decisions was there in movie 1 #but leia being her father is something that was added later #and i fucking love it #this is so long omg #very long post

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asmrbrainrot · 1 year ago

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🤒🥺🔴 for blood moon gator boys please

Marco:

🤒- To be honest he gets very quiet when he’s not feeling well. Like, deathly quiet. He mostly just sleeps when he’s ill, but if it’s really bad he might collect some herbs or something to self medicate. Though, again, he gets very eepy. So like, he generally does not have the spoons for that. You’ll have to wake him up to make sure he’s getting enough food and fluids. (or to make sure he’s not ded lol.) He certainly isn’t opposed to you taking care of him so long as you aren’t trying to touch/cuddle with him. He’s already touch adverse, so he really doesn’t want it when he’s not feeling good. He won’t verbally express his gratitude, but he enjoys knowing someone wants to take care of him.

🔴- “Ugh gross, is it catching? No? Good.” “….What!? No! Stay over there, I’m not going to risk it! Besides I don’t want you making a mess. Timmy already gets blood on everything as is.”

Sorry bros that’s probably the most you’re gonna get outta him. No sympathy whatsoever.

Timmy:

🤒- Bro does not care if he’s sick, he’ll still run around and do his own thing regardless. (Much to the annoyance of Marco who refuses to go near him but still ends up catching whatever he had anyway.) You can try to take care of him, but he really won’t rest if he doesn’t want to. He’s basically feral in this Au. Eventually though, he’ll run himself ragged and pass out wherever is most convenient for him before waking up feeling infinitely worse than before. At which point he’s just too sore to do anything and isn’t shy about letting you know how annoying it is he can’t be a goblin anymore. Earning some chastising from bug and the other Gator Boys. “If your gonna be dumb you gotta be tough.”

🔴- He’s very fascinated as to how something can bleed for seven days and not die. He may also ask morbidly curios/invasive questions like, “Oh so you can shed your own flesh once a months and not bleed out, but when I stab you ONE TIME, I’m “psychotic” and “can’t be trusted with sharp objects”!” But other than that not the best caretaker.

Bodie:

🤒- He definitely has a “I’ll just work through it.” mentality. At first he denies it, even gets defensive if you push him on it. But if you offered some one-on-one snuggle time, you might just get him to slow down. Just don’t leave him alone while he’s not feeling well, he’ll follow you like a lost puppy.

🥺- Okay so I didn’t answer for the other two just because Bodie was the only one who wasn’t actively trying to kill you. So Marco and Timmy would have about the same reaction. “Oh damn. Welp anyways-”

But Bodie I feel like would take it very seriously. Well depending on the type of injury. If you were struggling against restraints and got rope burn the response would probably be “Now bug, look wat’cha did. I warned you not to go upsettin yourself and now who’s paying for it?” But if it was HIS doing, that would be another story entirely.

🔴- So normal Bodie is already very accommodating, but bloodmoon Bodie turns attentive into obsessive. You better make that bed your best friend because you are NOT leaving. That being said, Bodie puts everything on hold to make sure your taken care of. Anything you need, just ask! (Anything except for being left alone)

#answered asks #gator boys #bloodmoon au #obsidian lantern #asmr roleplay #siren son asmr #asmr #incorrect quotes #mage bunkshelf #gator boys belongs to obsidian lantern #bodie belongs to capitalmaudios #capitalmaudios #bodie #Timmy #marco

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copiousloverofcopia · 2 years ago

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can i 👉👈 request some terzo and a sister who's just super eepy?

❤️‍🔥 Hey there ghestie! ❤️‍🔥

Thank you so much for this ask, it was a really nice change of pace to write, and it means a lot that you asked me.

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You have pushed yourself too hard dear sorella, and Terzo is here to remind you that you deserve your rest.

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"Sorella?" Terzo asked, his voice hitting that sweet inflection at the end. You felt his hand rest on your shoulder, your eyes fluttering open—still heavy and weak. Shifting around on the sofa and pulling your head up to face him. Quickly finding yourself struggling to stay awake long enough to respond.

"Uh huh." you yawned, wiping the spit strung from your lip to chin, like a spider’s web. A testament to the amount of time you’d surrendered to slumber. Your blurred vision, just barely able to make out your Papa's painted smile.

"This is the third time I've caught your head dipping down... Are you sure you just don't want me to take you to bed?" he asked, the words sending your eyes open once again, only this time wider with the possible proposition.

"Oh? I...ah..." you replied, stumbling to find the words as a tinge of red hit your cheeks. Terzo chuckled as he came to stand beside you, enjoying the way he could always make you blush.

"Ha…not like that amore—well maybe later, but for now you clearly need your rest.” he assured you. Trying to pull you up from where you sat, only to be met with your protests.

“No…no…I’m almost done.” you told him, rubbing your eyes and trying to shake off the exhaustion. Hoping it might be enough that you could continue to work.

“Have it your way.” Terzo replied as he threw his hands up in the air, frustrated at your insistence. He returned to his own desk, knowing that there was no point in arguing with how stubborn he knew you to be.

You had been at it all day, deciding once you’d gotten on a roll to try working through the night. Desperate to get this last chapter written before leaving the office. Convinced that the more professional scenery would help you focus. The soft blanket Terzo offered you when you and the hum of Jezebel’s purr, however, had made it almost impossible to stay awake.

You had been pushing yourself–and you knew it. Worried you’d run out of time and inspiration. After all, people were counting on you. Waiting for you to quench their thirst—the kind for which only a good story would suffice.

You were famous amongst the siblings for your literary skills. All of them, brothers and sisters alike, flocking to you so that they might get a taste of the next chapter of your stories. Falling in love with the worlds you created. A place for them to escape into when the real one became too much to bear.

It was because of this that you pushed—hard and relentless. Sacrificing your own needs to be at the service of others. Hours into your task, Terzo had arrived back into the office. Bringing with him a cup of Primo’s tea to help you focus and the supportive pleasure of his company.

You worked and worked into the night, pushing yourself more with each passing minute. And while you always felt you could do more—give more, it was clear to Terzo that your wall had been hit. Watching you once again from his desk as the fading sounds of typing and the bobbing of your head gave you away.

“That’s it.” you heard and before you knew it, you had been scooped up from the sofa. Cradled in your Papa’s arms as he effortlessly toted you from the office and into the hall. “You have done enough today sorella. It’s time you get some rest. Papa’s orders.” he hummed, pressing his lips against your weary head. You didn’t bother to open your eyes, instead focusing on the feel of warmth radiating from his chest, comforting as he held you.

“Thank you.” you sighed. Held by your Papa, who knew you better than yourself. Slowly giving yourself over to the dreaming as you listened to the sounds of his footfalls, and the jingle of Jezebel’s collar, on your way to the Papal suites.

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