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bluesylveon2 · 1 year

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Can't Help Falling in Love with You

Summary: When Yuu expresses concerns about the future, Malleus shows her just how much he loves her.

Note: royal au (sequel to "A Chance Meeting") fluff, some angst, and oc children mentioned. I'm aware my timeline of these fics are all over the place. It will make sense later on

Warning: not beta read, fem Yuu/reader, making out, and possible ooc characters

Word Count: 948

Masterlist: here, Series Masterlist: here

"Malleus, can we talk privately tonight?"

Those words have been stuck in Malleus' mind all day.

Why?

They sounded off.

Malleus knew something was off about his wife's request. She had been acting differently lately, not the one he knew since she became queen. Of course, he cannot forget how she had changed more to accommodate their growing family.

It was the youngest child's 3rd birthday when Malleus noticed it. As he and his extended family sang to the boy, Malleus caught his wife's face turning sad for one moment and happy the next.

He did not want to pry about it since it was their child's big day. As Malleus headed to the master bedroom, it was time to address it.

Malleus opened the door to find his wife sitting on the bed, staring at the family portrait hanging across the room. Malleus remembered when that was done. It seemed impossible for him and his wife to wrangle four kids to sit still. Luckily, his retainers were nearby to help out until their own children joined in on the fun. Malleus smiled at the memory. It was one of the best things to happen in his life.

"Child of Man, you wanted to speak to me?" Malleus asked as he kneeled down on the floor beside his wife. She smiled as he took one of her hands and kissed it.

"Yes, I want to talk to you about something."

"I'm listening."

Yuu opened her mouth but hesitated to say something. Malleus, noticing her distress, rubbed her hand in comfort.

"Malleus, I want you to promise me something." She stopped again, feeling tears forming in her eyes. It was as if Malleus read her mind, and he immediately joined her in bed and wrapped his arms around her. Yuu hugged him back and rested her head over his heart.

"Yuu, you do not have to force yourself to tell me. I can wait until you're ready." Malleus ran his fingers through Yuu's hair.

"I think I can do it now." Yuu took a deep breath and pulled her head away to look at Malleus' green eyes. "I want you to promise me that, when I die, you will find a new queen to marry and help raise the children."

The room was so silent that Yuu was surprised a thunderstorm didn't happen yet.

"No."

"Malleus-"

Malleus picked up Yuu's left hand and held it up for the both of them to see. The big black diamond (about the size of a pinky nail) and peridots around it sparkled in the moonlight. Malleus felt proud of his ring choice. He thought the gemstone colors with the black band suited his queen as she deserved the best.

"I put this ring on your finger because I chose you. I wanted you by my side, and I do not see anyone else sitting there."

Yuu still held her stance. "But what about the future? Malleus, I think having someone there would be the best for the kids. They need a mother figure. What if I die when the kids are still young?"

"They have plenty of aunts to see as a maternal figure. My grandmother did not have that luxury, yet she ruled by herself just fine until I was ready. I would do the same for them, too, especially our daughter. She is receiving the best teaching from Lilia." Malleus let go of Yuu's hand and pecked her lips. "But she and our children still need their mother, not someone to replace you."

Malleus leaned his forehead against Yuu's. "You might see yourself as part of my life, but you are my entire life. Focus on what is happening now instead of later. I will always love you even past death." Malleus kissed Yuu's ring finger. "You are my wife." He kissed her cheek. "My best friend." He ended it with a kiss on her lips. He made sure to pour off of his love into it. "And the best thing that has happened to me. Do not doubt my devotion to you."

Yuu smiled and pulled Malleus back to her. Her lips met his in a passionate dance she knew all too well. Malleus' hands wandered around her body and caressed any exposed skin he could touch, sending shivers down her spine. Yuu pushed Malleus down to lie on the bed. She pulled away, breathing heavily, and stared into Malleus' eyes. She always loved how he looked at her like she was a star in the sky.

"Have I ever told you I always find a way to fall in love with you every day?" She whispered.

Malleus smiled and pulled Yuu closer to him. "Yes, you have, my love. You always tell me that."

Yuu smiled before placing one more kiss on Malleus' lips and relaxing. She let her head rest on the crook of his neck and wrapped her arms around his body.

"Goodnight, Tsunotarou."

"Goodnight, Child of Man."

Later that night, when Yuu's breathing had steadied, Malleus lay awake staring at her beauty. His heart broke seeing her distressed face earlier. He wanted her to be happy until her last breath. Malleus' finger glowed as he quietly whispered a blessing to his wife. "My Queen, I shall bestow the gift of eternal happiness. If you see the next life, may your soul find happiness forever. May you see your descendants rule the nation with your happiness influencing their hearts."

He pressed his finger against Yuu's heart, causing it to momentarily glow, but not enough to wake her up. Her lips curled up in a smile instead. Malleus finally let his body relax, and his eyes closed.

A/N: I wrote this because of new Book 7 content :) (do not spoil it for me)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #malleus x yuu #malleus draconia #malleus x fem reader #malleus draconia x fem reader

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spiritmander13 · 4 months

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So I was scrolling through the Warrior Cats tag and apparently you're all joking about how inbred Moonpaw is and even using the r-slur against her?

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Y'know what's bad? I don't even think her potential ADHD and autism comes from being inbred. That's just a sick joke you all keep saying, and if the Erins decide that's why she has ADHD and autism I WILL RIOT.

So y'know what? Welcome to-

My Rant On Cabby's Disability 2; Electric Boogaloo + Completely Different Fandom And Character, wahoo.

WARNING BEFORE WE BEGIN! I do not support ableism. Mental issues do exist, things like autism do not come from vaccines, people can have both mental and physical disabilities, and FINALLY and MOST IMPORTANTLY people with disabilities are people just like you, not anything lower, not anything higher.

Also, just to add a bit of an edit- we don't actually know if Moonpaw has these things yet, but when I wrote the post I assumed she did, so berate me on the misinfo all you like.

That being said:

SEEING YOU ALL USE THE R-SLUR AGAINST MOONPAW AND THINKING CALLING HER THE PRODUCT OF INBREEDING IS FUNNY? GO GET A LIFE.

Context for some of my followers who are not into Warrior Cats: Moonpaw is a new character introduced in a blurb relating to a new Warrior Cats arc, called Changing Skies. There have been many speculations on what she'll look and act like, but recently controversy has spread and now people are joking about her inbred family tree and even using the r-slur in extreme cases.

And for you all in the Warrior Cats tag looking at this post and wondering why the title of this post is that, it's because I have defended my stance against a character with both physical and mental disabilities before; Cabby (II). Not exactly defend her, but defended my stance on when I said that I don't understand the reason behind her files (that being there wasn't too much content of her struggling with her memory for me to appreciate it, which WE ARE GETTING MORE CONTENT OF IN THE FUTURE, AMAZING).

Of course, this is Warrior Cats, not Inanimate Insanity. So I fully expect that if Moonpaw has autism and/or ADHD, she'll be forced into medicine cat duties just like Cinderpelt and Jayfeather were. It'll also probably be just a quirky, relatable thing that could potentially define her personality. II does have a bit of a problem with this, but I will not bring up examples because most of the people reading this will potentially be Warrior Cats fans who have zero idea on what Inanimate Insanity is.

Now I am aware that ADHD and autism are hereditary things. There's the most common hereditary neurodevelopmental disabilities a child can have. But if Moonpaw has ADHD and autism, then DON'T BLAME IT ON INBREEDING. BLAME IT ON SOMEONE IN THE FAMILY TREE.

Okay, that's not a good approach either, but hear me out. We all should stop joking on inbreeding in the series. Yes, the Erins have lost track on these cats time and time again and that has led to a lot of inbreeding. But maybe it's because there's over 1,000 NAMED CATS IN THE WHOLE SERIES? And even more off-screen potentially? Did you ever think about that? 20 cats I can get, 100 is a bit ambitious, but OVER 1,000? Yeah, impossible to track without the tree's branches getting all tangled up.

Yes, Moonpaw's potential father (if her father is Nightheart) has a fucked up family tree full of inbreeding. However, I'd say the line Nightheart comes from (the BrambleSquirrel line) is very sleek, narrow, and not really that conflicting. Brambleclaw and Squirrelstar had Sparkpelt and Alderheart (as well as Dandelionkit and Juniperkit but they're dead), Sparkpelt and Larksong had Nightheart and Finchlight, Nightheart and Sunbeam have Moonpaw. I'd say I blame it on Leafpool for the fuckery that is the Firestar family tree.

And Sunbeam? She's a descendant of fucking Snowbird, the cat that has had the most kits in the series at 9, including Berryheart. Sure, Larksong is a descendant of Cloudtail and that is also a fucked up family tree, but Nightheart's part of the tree is fairly narrow.

Even if you blame someone in the family tree for Moonpaw's potential disabilities, you really shouldn't. Sure, my ADHD is hereditary, but for ASD, autism-causing mutations are spontaneous. Even if your parents don't have autism, you can still have a genetic mutation that can give you or your descendants ASD.

So what's the moral of the story about this fucked up post about how the family tree is something you shouldn't blame for Moonpaw's potential disability? Simple.

Never call anything or anyone with a potential disability the r-slur and blame it on their family tree, no matter how fictional or real they are. Or simply, Never use the r-slur, especially against someone with a potential disability that could've caused their actions.

Now I except this post to be countered way more often than the Cabby post because Warriors Cats is bigger than Inanimate Insanity and this is a relatively new topic still, but I patiently await your responses and counters.

#warrior cats #changing skies #moonpaw #the fucked up web of lies being the Warrior Cats Family Tree

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broken-endings · 3 months

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The Earth Avatar

So one thing Legend of Korra did great was make sure not to repeat most story and character beats from The Last Airbender.

Aang was a simple monk with spiritual upbringing, communing with nature and peace. He was also out of his time, and being introduced to this world as an audience we learned about all forms of bending as Aang learned about all forms of bending. Culminating in ending a long war.

Korra was a rough and tough gal with a rural upbringing. Punch first, ask questions later. She was one with bending that came easy, because we the audience already knew about the forms of bending. One thing we never saw through Aang was the struggle to learn airbending. So like a 4th book to the first series, we got to see the avatar learn airbending. Korra was sheltered never traveling like her past life, and so we see the new Republic city through her eyes. Someone who has never been to the city. The rest of her story builds on lore in the world and the evolution of the people in it. Each season she faced a different "tyrant" whose stance has good intentions but they become villains.

I'm trying to think of what types of things neither series touched on that the 3rd series could explore. The only things we know are -They're an Earth Kingdom native -Their only past life connection will be with Korra

What kinds of stories have we not seen the avatar go through? Let me speculate below

My first thought is highly desirable but feels unlikely which would be for this avatar to be nonbinary. Having the Korrasami ending makes it feel not totally impossible. But I'm not holding my breath for this one.

Have the Avatar be an adult. The original audience of the series are all adults now. It would be fitting to have a series about an adult avatar.

Learn about the new avatar gradually through flashbacks. Perhaps there could be a mystery tied to information they've forgotten or are trying to keep hidden.

Have the avatar grow up in the city, and be forced to adjust to being thrown into a rural environment (opposite of Korra). Learning about the differences in life between the two.

Have the avatar be a parent. We haven't witnessed what it's like to be a young child with an avatar parent. We've only seen the avatar's children as adults.

Expand on the treatment of nonbenders. this was the biggest plot point that LoK kind of abandoned once Amon was gone.

Possibly discover a way to reconnect the avatar to all previous past lives. With only Korra as a guide, I feel like she might not excel at guidance, so being able to reconnect to history could empower this avatar. Just like Korra reconnected to her bending.

The previous avatar spirits have been zen and helpful. Korra's spirit should challenge that cliche. Perhaps her spirit gets angry with the avatar and she ignores them at times.

Have this avatar be an intellectual. Korra had a jock personality (gryffindor). Aang had a goofball, spiritual personality (hufflepuff). Perhaps this avatar reads and studies about everything in theory but struggled to put it into practice (ravenclaw).

Have this avatar have a physical disability. Toph was blind, we saw a waterbender with no arms. It would be new to see an avatar that is perhaps deaf or hard of hearing, be unable to walk, colorblind, or have only one seeing eye.

Have the avatar deal with death. Aang learns about all the people he lost but he never lost someone right in front of him. If this series is permitted to not be a kids show, it could deal with death head-on.

Have the avatar be one that needs redemption (slytherin). Now this is unlikely, but what if we were introduced to an avatar that rejected destiny and made selfish choices, and we learn all the things that pushed them down that path, maybe it would be too much of a repeat of Zuko's journey. But there are more ways to build a redemption arc.

#earth avatar #legend of korra #last airbender #avatar the last airbender #avatar #aang #korra #my commentary

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markantonys · 8 months

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I'm thinking about Rand's ending in the books and I hate both the bodyswap and that he abandons everyone but at the same time I get that his sacrifice has to mean something so the world forgets him/lets him fade into myth. And him actually dying would undermine the entire point of his arc. So I'm curious how you think the show might tackle this? I'm sure there's a few options

i hate it too! but yeah, rand needs to be forgotten by the world at large and needs to get a new face so he won't be recognized, or else he will never know peace. so the way i would do it is have him fade into myth among the general public, but still remain part of his loved ones' lives and they all just keep secret the fact that this guy is rand al'thor. his whole arc is about learning to stop self-isolating and to instead let himself lean on his loved ones for support, so i felt that him ending the series by fucking off into the mist all alone was totally contrary to that and did not make emotional sense as the endpoint of the journey we'd been on with him for 14 books. i can certainly understand if he needs to take a lil sabbatical and have some time to himself in the immediate aftermath, but that should not have been the very final concluding note of his whole arc! for my own sanity i have to imagine he just took a 2-week vacation and then went to caemlyn to be with his family (and told tam, nynaeve, and perrin that he's still alive, and rescued mat from the seanchan and incorporated him into the polycule, and bargained with the creator to bring egwene and gawyn back to life........okay i'm getting sidetracked)

as for what the show might do, i'll brace myself for them to adhere to the book version, but from what we've seen in the first 2 seasons, i think that ending would make even less sense for show!rand than it does for book!rand. in 1x08, we see that his greatest dream is to live a quiet, peaceful life with his family, and now we're going on a journey of watching him be forced to give up that dream for the rest of the series. what better way to end the show than by having rand finally get to live out that dream now that his duty to the world is done? the tears i would weep if the final scene of the show was similar to his 1x08 domestic AU, but real this time! plus, the s1 ending & s2 already did the whole thing of rand fucking off into the mist all alone, making his loved ones think he's dead, and trying to start over in a new town with a new life - AND HE LEARNS THAT THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE because he can't help but get attached to new people wherever he goes AND because he can't keep himself from remaining attached to the people from his old life and wanting to help them when he learns they're in trouble. and it also showed how his loved ones suffer because of him making them think he's dead and took a pretty hard stance in saying "no, no one is better off if rand fakes his death, not rand and not his loved ones." so i especially think rand's book epilogue scene would ring hollow in the show since s2 has specifically proven that that scenario doesn't work.

some people will harp on about happy endings being uNrEaLIsTIc, but i Do Not Give A Shit!!!! and so far the show has also shown that it's not interested in grimdark for grimdark's sake and that, like the books, it doesn't shy away from showing trauma and tragedy and yet still chooses hope & togetherness over cynicism & isolation at the end of the day, and so i think it feels very plausible for the show to give rand a bit more hopeful of an ending. (i guess the books TRIED to give him a hopeful ending what with him thinking happily about how he can travel around by himself and not be recognized, but it just felt false to me that that's the sort of thing that would make rand happy - in large part because show!rand was the first version i ever met, and i subconsciously carried his homebody caregiver stay-at-home dad-ness with me into the books even though he wasn't REALLY like that in the books in the way he is in the show. so that feels like further evidence that book!epilogue wouldn't work for show!rand.)

now as for the bodyswap, that's so tricky to imagine what the show might do. on the one hand, rand cannot fade into anonymity and be allowed to rest and set down his duties if he keeps his same body and will still be recognized wherever he goes. on the other hand, imagining rand's final moments in the whole show being portrayed by some random new actor instead of josha is so freaking sad! sad for us and sad for josha! it's fine in a book where we're in rand's head and can feel that he's still him even though he tells us he looks different, but in a visual medium, spending up to 8 seasons with josha as rand only to have his final moments be portrayed by a completely different person..........the emotions just wouldn't hit the same, it wouldn't feel like a proper sendoff for rand. granted, if moridin's actor had been in the show for several seasons already (and whether they would cast a new actor as moridin or bring fares fares back and just have the character still be called ishamael is another question i can't predict) then we'd be attached to him too by the finale, so maaaaaybe it could still feel emotional, but never as emotional as if it were josha doing that scene.

so i'm stuck here because story-wise it makes more sense for rand to get a new face, but TV-wise it's not sensible to have one of the main characters played by a different actor in their final scene(s). the potential solution to this would be, no bodyswap but have rand disguise his face with an illusion when in public so that he doesn't get recognized as the dragon reborn and get hassled.

so, okay, here's what i would do: rand wakes up in the healing tent still in his original body, but then he disguises himself and leaves the tent. he passes by his own funeral going on and slips away into the night, after exchanging a meaningful look with his partners who can sense that this stranger is him thanks to the bonds. then, cut to a proper epilogue scene of josha-as-rand undisguised in the privacy of his own home, watching his kids play with his partners by his side (and maybe all his friends and tam too if they REALLY feel like spoiling me haha) just like he told us in 1x01 he always dreamed of :')

#anonymous #answered #wot book spoilers

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steveyockey · 1 year

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Clinicians spoke of the postoperative transsexual not as a person returned to health but a patient in hospice care. “It is understood in medical ethics that if a disease cannot be cured an attempt should be made to improve the stress and inconvenience of the patient”: this was Christine [Jorgensen]’s endocrinologist and psychotherapist, publishing jointly on “surgical transvestism” one year after her first operation in 1952. They held the tolerant liberal stance. For Bob Stoller, who had psychoanalytic training, this liberal ambivalence became even more pronounced: “if there were any psychiatric treatment that was even partly useful, it would probably be better than this disquieting ‘psychosurgery.’” “The general rule that applies to the treatment of the transsexual is that no matter what one does – including nothing – it will be wrong.”

Without general, repeatable, scientific pathways to health, conversion therapists entertained brief hope by gossiping specific, increasingly outlandish successes in transsexual cure. Bob praised one ex-transvestite for ceasing his dress-up after a psychotic break, brought on by his 1960s housewife granting his wish to be sodomized with a homemade strap-on. A 1977 paper from University of Tennessee med school recounts a psychiatric exorcism, where “22 evil spirits” fled a previously transsexual body, causing its newly grown breasts to disappear. These tall tales, singular, unverifiable, and downright folkloric, were final manifestations of our doctors’ despair.

The pessimistic view of transness as an end-stage cancer of the soul rapidly prevailed, entering the DSM as “Transsexualism” in 1980. This was my own, outdated diagnosis listed on my first clinical outtake form from 2018.

Hormones and surgery were palliative; cure was impossible; the only route left was prevention. In acquiescence to the incorrigibility of trans adulthood, a hip, groovy, post-Stonewall set of sexologists developed a new series of forward-thinking longitudinal studies in search of what they termed “the pretranssexual child.” Psychoanalysis had, after all, not only refined clinical homosexuality to a transgender disorder, but a disorder originating in family life.

Leah Tigers, “Little Miss Dysphoria: An Essay about Transgender Women and Madness”(2023)

#thought this was quite good the other day and rereading now like yeah still quite good! but Leah’s always on the ball #leah tigers #reading #transphobia #transmisogyny

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deathbxnny · 1 year

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Hey it's me the new follower of you can I request again if I can I want to request about honkai star x reader , I'm a Filipino and there is one favorite series on TV it's a encantadia and Encantadia is a Philippine television drama fantasy series broadcast by GMA Network. The series is based on a 2005 Philippine television series of the same title. It served as a reboot and the fourth television series in the Encantadia franchise and the reader is amihan, Amihan is a major character from the Philippine fantasy television series Encantadia and Etheria produced by GMA Network. Among the four elemental Sang'gres, she is considered as the main protagonist, having appeared in the First Episode. Amihan is the guardian of the blue Brilyante ng Hangin / wind

Sang'gre Amihan of Lireo, Rehav of Sapiro, was the fifth Hara / queen of Lireo. She was born in the Kingdom of Lireo during the War between Sapiro and Hathoria, as the second daughter of the Hara Minea of Lireo and the only daughter of Rehav Raquim of Sapiro. As Lireo's monarch, she was also the keeper of the kingdom's Air Gem. She became the mother of Lira and the lover of Rehav Ybrahim.

Amihan is willing to sacrifice her life for the sake of Lireo and all of Encantadia; a trait inherited by her only daughter, Lira. Despite Danaya's ( her sister) protest on her plan, using Lira in order to persuade her, Amihan countered that her sacrifice is also for Lira's welfare, to ensure a future is possible for her especially she is the successor to the Diwata throne.

the character is Dan heng, Jing yuan , welt, gepard and luocha

And take care of yourself , sorry if it's long I hope you can do my request

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A/N: Hello! Thank you for this very interesting request! I was however a little confused on what you wanted me to write about and I tried my best to understand everything as much as I could, so I'm sorry of this is not what you wanted. I was just really confused, but intrigued. So yeah, I made something up with what that you gave me and hope you'll like it!<33

Summary: Hsr men stopping you from sacrificing yourself for your kingdom.

Content: Established relationship, some angst, fluff, mentions of sacrifices/death(?), still mostly sfw(?)

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Welt Yang

Welt would absolutely not let you even consider going that far. He'll try coming up with solutions to any problems and give you advice on how to proceed without anyone getting hurt. The last thing he wants is to lose you too.

If you're insisting on your stance on the topic, then he'll try persuading you gently into understanding that he won't let you do that and that he'll find a different way to keep the kingdom safe.

Either way, he'd take your protection into his own hands and make sure, you won't have to worry about a thing with him around. He cares about you and your kingdom, which is why he won't let you just die on him. It's impossible to go through with it, when he's there, that's for sure.

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》Dan Heng

Dan Heng would want to know about all possible outcomes and every single detail first, before proceeding with his next move. He wouldn't let you sacrifice himself either and help you and your kingdom out in more productive ways.

He doesn't underestimate your abilities to take care of yourself and therefore encourages you to fight first, instead of sacrificing yourself. He doesn't want you to die on him either. He couldn't fathom losing you.

If things come to a head, he'd rather sacrifice himself, before you get a chance to do so. He'll protect you with his life and he always tells you so, even if you don't want to hear it.

Trying to fool him or trick him won't work either. He knows everything about you and would stop you from doing anything foolish. Even if he has to restrain you physically himself. He won't let you die, no matter what.

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》Gepard Landau

Being the Captain of the Silvermaneguards pays off greatly here, as he could use his expertise and knowledge to guide you into better strategies than you sacrificing yourself.

He however understands your will to die for your kingdom, as he endangers his life out on the front lines practically everyday for his city. But even so, he does it to protect his loved ones and you count too ofcourse, which is why he wouldn't want you to outright sacrifice yourself.

He'll keep you close and safe, never out of his sight. Trying to fool him or going behind his back to proceed with your plans wouldn't work either, as he'd be your personal guard in everything. He just wants you to stay alive and happy. If he has to die instead for it, then so be it.

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》Jing Yuan

As a General, he has enough manpower and intelligence to keep you and your kingdom safe and sound from any threats. You don't need to worry about a thing with him around and he makes sure you know, that he'll always be there.

Whilst he understands the want to sacrifice yourself for the kingdom, he still would definitely stop you from going that far. He thinks that there are more better ways to handle the situation and will make sure you never get that far.

Don't try going behind his back either, he'll know if you try anything. He'll find it even a little amusing, that you think he wouldn't notice what you're doing, but alas, he'll keep you close and tell you that he'll deal with all your issues. He just doesn't want to lose you.

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》Luocha

Luocha is very calm and collected, never losing his cool once, when you tell him about your plans. He'll just simply listen to you speak, trying to weigh out the options, before dismissing your plan completely, telling you that there won't be any need for such drastic measures.

He'll make up a whole, more effective plan for you, showing you that there is still so much you could do, instead of just outright sacrificing yourself. He's just so convincing with his intelligent and calculated words, that it actually makes you reconsider everything.

If you however insist, he'll still not budge on his stance and keep you out of any trouble himself. Maybe he'll even ask your family to help, but he won't let you get hurt no matter what. You still have a long life to spend with him, after all.

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A/N: I hope this was alright! I'm sorry again, if I got it wrong and hope you liked it anyways. Thank you again for the cool request!<33

#honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr welt #hsr welt x reader #hsr dan heng #hsr dan heng x reader #hsr gepard #hsr gepard x reader #hsr #hsr jing yuan #hsr jing yuan x reader #hsr luocha #hsr luocha x reader

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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Hi, as someone somewhat knowledgeable on kimono and kimono history, re: Cater's New Years card: Nagajuban is the name of a kimono undergarment, not the shirt. And the shirt is just as much Meiji and Showa as it is Taisho. And the coat is haori. Haori predate the Taisho era by many eras and are still a part of many kimono today. Haori are not a specifically Taisho thing, they have always been present in kimono and still are.

[Referencing this post!]

***Content warning: discussion of war and imperialism!***

Hello, and thank you for sharing your knowledge with us! ^^

Yes, I’m aware that nagajuban refers to a kimono undergarment! In my original post, I meant that Cater’s shirt resembles the cut of a nagajuban while not explicitly being one, not that the nagajuban itself is a kind of shirt.

It’s interesting to know that some aspects of fashion greatly predate the era that a lot of people closely associate with a particular look, or that aspects of it still exist in modern fashion today. I think that speaks to how flexible and dynamic clothing can be. As much as we may think of it as being “from X part of history”, it’s not like it just popped up one day and became the dominant fashion; like most things that occur over a long period of time, trends in attire are gradual and ever changing.

This is partly why I take the stance that I do regarding “problematic” fashion and why I (someone whose family was impacted by Japanese imperialism) don’t take offense to Cater’s “imperialist Taisho era” dress; because what is “in style” often changes and adapts, and trends rise and fall, I don’t think it is meant to strictly represent specific periods or even certain attitudes. There isn’t always meant to be series intention or an agenda behind the dress; sometimes it’s just a result of how looks evolve over time or a look that has become such an integral part of one’s culture and history that it’s impossible to separate it from the country itself. (Another example would be how Japan’s sailor fuku school uniforms are modeled after navy uniforms, which alludes to war time, yet we still so often see sailor fuku in innocent anime like of the magical girl genre and in some real life Japanese school settings.)

I know that TWST now has a localization, but it is originally a Japanese game. We should expect to see Japanese fashion in it, especially components which have become so quintessential to even synonymous with, its own history and culture. We should be cognizant of this fact while also holding onto an awareness and a respect for those who feel uncomfortable about the clothing regardless. As I always stress, topics like this should not be an “I’m right, you’re wrong” kind of thing. Let’s keep the dialogue open and be willing to listen to others and empathize with their thoughts and opinions.

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Cater Diamond #notes from the writing raven #tw // war #tw // imperialism #advice

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The Bond Between Us ~ 57

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,000ish

Summary: You feel that change is near. You connect with the Force after a long time away. Obi-Wan brings home some surprising guests.

Notes: This is the beginning of A New Hope!!! Let me know what you think! Reminder, Obi-Wan will continue to look like Ewan McGregor’s version. First of all, Obi-Wan is only supposably 57 years old in “A New Hope” and Alec Guinness’ version looks much older than that. Second, I started writing this fic because I love Ewan McGregor. Alec is a great actor too, but this fic isn’t his. Thank you for understanding. Also, please check out my new Obi-Wan series “Lessons In Love”!

The feeling of change hit you like a ton of bricks when you woke up. It was suffocating. It reminded you of the time when you were nine and you felt a similar way. The day Qui-Gon, Jar Jar, and Padme entered your life. The day your life completely changed course. You could feel your heart begin to race, hammering against your chest. Your arm reached out, desperate to get in contact with Obi-Wan, only to find that he wasn’t there.

“Obi—“ you rasped, your own voice cutting you off. “Obi.”

Obi-Wan rushed into the room, feeling your panicking state. His heart dropped at the sight of you trying to reach for him and the tears that had started to trickle down your cheeks.

“I’m here, little star,” he comforted as he came to your side. “I’m right here.”

“Obi,” you repeated, gripping onto his arm. Your breaths were coming out in heavy pants.

“What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t get an answer out of you before you started sobbing. Obi-Wan quickly brought you into his chest, holding you carefully as he tried to soothe you. He could feel your inner turmoil and branched his signature out to your own. Your signature responded quickly, grasping onto his own. Obi-Wan kept you tightly against him as you cried. Slowly, you began to calm, your sobs turning into hiccups.

“There’s something in the air,” you whispered, your voice rough. “Change… similar to how it was before Anakin showed up with Qui-Gon, Jar Jar, and Padme…”

Obi-Wan nodded. “I can feel it now too,” he replied.

“I… I need help meditating through it all… please.”

Obi-Wan honestly hated how much relief he felt at your request. That request meant that you wanted to work on your connection with the Force. He had longed for you to try and repair the connection for years now, only because he felt that you would need your strength again one day.

“Of course, little star,” he quickly agreed.

Obi-Wan went to pull away so that the two of you could get in a more meditative stance but you would not allow it, gripping him tightly to keep him close. He understood and pulled you impossibly closer.

“Close your eyes,” he guided quietly, doing the same. You closed your eyes. “Focus on my voice and match my breathing and branch out to the Force around us.”

You followed Obi-Wan simple commands, branching your signature out in a way that you hadn’t done in years. Allowing yourself to fully feel the Force, you slipped into it and were able to start to feel better. Obi-Wan could feel his directions working, letting himself feel some relief that you had listened and that the Force wasn’t fighting against you like it often seemed to do.

“Very good,” Obi-Wan praised softly. “Keep going, little star. I’m right here.”

Losing yourself in the Force, allowed you to feel lighter than you had in years. Your anxieties seemingly washed away, thankfully. Obi-Wan could feel you slowly growing slack in his arms.

“Little star,” he started calling you out of your trance, “feeling better?”

“Yes,” you responded with a nod against his chest. “Thank you.”

Obi-Wan kissed your head. “Please don’t get angry at me for saying this, but maybe you should keep your connection with the Force open. Start getting your strength back.”

You pulled away from your husband. “You know how I feel about the Force.”

“Yes, but darling, it just helped calm you.” He sighed. “I feel you may need to start using it more.”

“No,” you shook your head. “No.” You pulled yourself out of the bed, putting distance between yourself and Obi-Wan. “I want to trust you, but I cannot trust the Force. Not like I used to.”

“Darling—“ Obi-Wan stood up.

“No! You can believe and trust in the Force, I can no longer do that. You know that.”

“Little star, something is coming. You have to know that because you have felt it yourself—you just felt it!” You bit your lip and looked away, not wanting to admit that your husband was right. He sighed as he carefully came closer to you. “The Force is telling me to go down into the canyon tomorrow. That someone will need my help.”

You nodded, still looking away from Obi-Wan. “Okay.”

Hesitantly, like he was worried you would flinch away from him, Obi-Wan placed his hands on your upper arms. “I hate how much this hurts you, little star. Tell me how I can help you.”

Your gaze flicked over to where a wooden box sat on top of your small dresser. Your lightsaber was sitting next to Anakin’s in the box. In the years since your return to Tatooine, your lightsaber had never called to you like it was now. Obi-Wan could feel it as well, but he wasn’t going to push anything onto you that you weren’t ready or willing for.

Nibbling away at your bottom lip, you pulled yourself from Obi-Wan’s grasp and slowly walked over to the dress. You didn’t notice that your hand was trembling slightly as it reached for the wooden box and opened it. You inhaled sharply as the overwhelming emotions that radiated off both weapons hit you. Your hand ran over Anakin’s saber before doing the same to yours and finally picking the weapon up.

Your lightsaber had the sadness of the past and anxiousness of the future, bellowing off of it. You hated that it was calling to you like you needed to get used to it again. As much as you used to love your lightsaber, it was a heavy reminder of the past.

Obi-Wan watched on with curiosity and care. He honestly didn’t know how you would react to your lightsaber calling you. A part of him was scared that you would take it outside and throw it down into the canyon. Your sense of something coming wasn’t wrong, and Obi-Wan knew you would need your weapon and strength back for it. But how to get you to believe that was a whole other issue.

“Obi?” You breathed out ever so softly.

“Yes, my dear?” He responded.

“Duel with me.” You turned toward him and met his gaze so that he knew that you were serious.

“What?” He was taken aback by your request.

“We are both sensing that something is coming, and you’re right… I need to be prepared. I may not trust the Force, but that doesn’t have to stop me from fighting again. So, duel with me.” You smirked as memories of dueling together in the past played in your mind. “Like we used to in the Temple.”

“Only if you are sure, little star. You haven’t fought in a while. Maybe a few training exercises would be best first.”

“No. It will come back to me. It’s in there, engrained in me so deeply.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “I do not want to chance hurting you, my dear. Training exercises would be—“

You quickly went up to Obi-Wan and took his hand. “You will not hurt me. Please, Obi-Wan. If you are truly so concerned for my safety, you will do this for me.”

It took another long moment for Obi-Wan to agree. The two of you ended up outside of your house, standing a few paces away from each other. You had your lightsaber in your hand, still getting used to the weight again, while Obi-Wan’s saber still rested along his waist.

“Are you sure about this, little star?” Obi-Wan was still hesitant to spare with you.

“I’m sure.”

You held your lightsaber out to the side and ignited it, the yellow blade filling you with a sense of comfort. Obi-Wan held his weapon with two hands in front of him before igniting it. The two of you started circling each other. You could sense that you would be the one to have to make the first move, Obi-Wan would be on the defense so as to not hurt you.

After a few circles around each other, you lunged forward. Your blade was up to strike down Obi-Wan, who quickly blocked it with his own saber. The block was strong, causing you to stumble back slightly.

“You alright, my dear?” Obi-Wan asked.

You swung at him, and he dodged. “Stop,” you swung again, “worrying,” he dodged once again, “about me.”

You could feel the Force in your veins and in the air around you. It was the most you at let in, in years. You allowed it to guide your movements, letting it truly let you feel into your bond and sense Obi-Wan’s next moves. As the two of you continued to duel, Obi-Wan was impressed at how well you were holding up. Pride swelled in him as he felt you open up to the Force more and more. He didn’t realize how quickly your strength would return once you allowed it to, but it didn’t upset him at all. You would need your strength for what’s to come.

While Obi-Wan was on the defensive and thinking about you, you were able to take the upper hand. You could sense that Obi-Wan was distracted. His stance and grip on his lightsaber weren’t as strong as it usually was. This allowed you to kick at his side, causing him to let go of his lightsaber. You caught it quickly before kicking him again. Obi-Wan fell back to the ground. Using the Force to pin him there, you stood over him and aimed the two lightsaber blades at his neck. You smirked confidently, even though you knew it was an easy win.

“Distracted much?” You teased.

“Your beauty has always easily distracted me, darling,” Obi-Wan responded.

“And that has always been your downfall.”

“Are you saying my love and admiration of you is my weakness?”

“Yes.” You deactivated the lightsabers and slowly got down on your knees, straddling Obi-Wan. You placed your hands, lightsabers still in them, to the side of Obi-Wan’s face. Your face moved down to come teasingly close to your husband’s. “But my love and admiration for you has and always will be my weakness.”

You quickly captured Obi-Wan’s lips in your own. He responded with the same passion and ferocity as you were pouring into him. His hand came up to grip your waist and pull your hips down into him.

“Let’s take this inside,” Obi-Wan murmured against your lips.

“Let’s,” you agreed, quickly silencing him with your lips.

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That night was long, passionate, and full of love. Neither of you got much sleep, too busy loving, worshiping, and holding each other. You were not going to complain though. There was something in the air that neither of you wanted to admit; like this might be the last time the two of you would be intimate like this.

The Tatooine suns rose far too soon for your liking. Obi-Wan, reminding you that he was feeling the need to go down into the canyon, got dressed, and kissed you goodbye before leaving. You took your time getting out of bed and ready for the day. After you were up and moving, you found yourself working in the kitchen. You were in there when you felt Obi-Wan’s presence near, and he wasn’t alone.

With furrowed brows, you left the kitchen to see Obi-Wan entering the house, followed by your nephew Luke, C3-PO, and R2-D2. You gasped lightly as you stared at the droids, R2-D2 quickly rushing toward you, beeping excitedly.

“Well, he seems to like you,” Luke commented.

Obi-Wan sent his signature over to you as he felt your uneasiness. “Luke, this is my wife, Y/N,” he carefully introduced. “Y/N, this is Luke Skywalker.”

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The Accidental Husband II

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader (for now), Billy Hargrove x reader (eventually)

Series synopsis: (Y/N) is all set to marry her high school sweetheart Steve Harrington when a ‘glitch’ in the County Clerk’s computer system says she’s already married to none other than Steve’s high school tormenter, Billy Hargrove. (Y/N) has to jump through hoops to get her annulment papers filed in time for her wedding to the ‘perfect’ man. But will she fall in love with Billy while spending time with him in order to get him to sign the aforementioned papers? Or will she have the ’perfect’ life she’s been planning with Steve since they were in high school?

Word count: 2.7k+

Warnings: Swearing probably. Mentions bulling and beating up. Poor writing. Spoilers for season 3 if you haven’t seen it yet. Steve is OOC to fit with the plot. Spoilers for the movie the accidental husband.

A/N: The reader is a year younger than Billy and Steve. This takes place in 91. After a year I have finally posted the second part to this series. Please let me know if you want to be tagged in it, I have a strict upload schedule for both of my series now.

Part 1

The weeks following the interaction with the lady in the nail salon you don’t think of her once, not even telling Steve that Billy lives near enough to you two that his future wife went to the same salon as you. Your life has been too busy to think about Billy, you have an evaluation coming up at work and Steve keeps evading wedding planning at the last second, leaving all of the decisions up to you. One thing he does decide to do with you for your wedding, is something he’s legally forced to do, which is to obtain your marriage license. You have a day off from work and Steve’s on his lunch break, so you take advantage of the gap in both of your schedules.

Steve is dressed up in a black suit with a forest green tie, and emerald cufflinks, the exact opposite of the boy you fell in love with in high school. On a normal day you would wear a pair of jeans or overalls, a t-shirt, and a cardigan for both work and running errands, but today you're matching Steve in fanciness. You're wearing a gray skirt suit, with a pearl necklace and a pair of pearl earrings- a gift from Steve’s mom on your engagement. The suit is stiff and unbearably itchy, the tweed fabric rubbing your skin raw every time you shuffle or readjust your stance.

After waiting in a line for thirty minutes, with Steve nagging and complaining that it was taking too long every three minutes like clockwork- you finally get called to file for your marriage license. You triple checked this morning to make sure you had all the necessary documentation so it could go as smoothly as possible, but none of that matters now. Not when this isn’t something that can be solved with something as simple as your birth certificate.

“I’m what?” you practically shriek at the poor man sitting across from you, lucky for him he’s behind glass or else you would have lost your senses and climbed over the desk to get a look at his computer yourself.

“You’re already married,” there’s a slight lift to his lip as he reiterates himself, almost as if he’s smug that all of this is happening to you.

“Says who?” you're trembling with an oncoming panic attack so you reach for Steve’s hand, but he’s moved away from you at the news, acting as if you somehow got married behind his back.

“The state of California,” the man deadpans, wanting you to get out of the seat in front of him so he can move onto a new couple.

“That’s impossible,” Steve speaks up, voice oddly controlled. “We’ve been dating since high school, there’s no way she’s married. You must have the wrong (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

You nod frantically to the man, twirling your engagement ring. You can feel the eggs and toast you had for breakfast start to rise from your stomach and up your throat. This couldn’t be happening. You aren’t married, you’re supposed to be marrying the perfect man, your dream man, in two months.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), born in Hawkins Indiana,” the man says, after typing in your name again and coming up with the same answer.

“How do I fix this?” your voice goes up an octave on the word fix, your breathing picking up and sweat starting to accumulate at your hairline.

“Annulment forms,” he pulls out a giant stack of papers and pushes them through the whole at the bottom of the glass divider. “Both parties need to sign them and then get it notarized, and bring them back.”

“Who’s her husband?” Steve asks gruffly, angry at the situation in front of him and over the fact that he should have been back in the office twenty minutes ago. The guy presses a few more keys before revealing the name of your husband.

“William Neil Hargrove,” you can hear your heart pounding rapidly in your head as the world starts to spin, you think you’re about to faint. This can’t be happening, this is just a nightmare. “You think you’d remember your own husband.”

“What?” the sheer volume of Steve’s holler and the pain the loud sound causes your ears, informs you that this isn’t a nightmare- that this is real and that it’s happening to you. The guy hands you Billy’s address, he’s about a thirty minute drive from your apartment. “Of course he’d live by the beach.”

Steve leaves with a scoff, leaving you to scramble and grab the three hundred pages of paperwork that you and Billy Hargrove would have to fill out. What are the odds that this computer malfunction would have you married to Billy of all people? Maybe it has something to do with Hawkins in both of your records and the two of you going to get marriage licenses around the same time.

“I know a good lawyer,” Steve assures after you’ve walked out of the building.

“That really can’t be necessary, all we have to do is sign the papers and return them,” you try to reason, not wanting to have to deal with any of Steve’s stuffy and judgmental ‘work friends.’

“It is if we have to keep this quiet,” he glares at you and speaks through gritted teeth. “I have an important business deal in the works and I can’t have this mess screwing it up. And I’m sure it won’t look good to your principal, employing a woman who’s dating around while she’s already married.”

“That’s not true and you know it!” the mere accusation from him hurts, whether he meant for it to or not. You’d never do that, you’re not that kind of girl. And if he thinks you're capable of that, does he really know you anymore?

“I know it’s not, but that’s what it looks like (Y/N),” he hails a cab, turning to you and sighing as the yellow car pulls up beside you. “I have to get back to work and you need to go see Billy.”

Steve slides into the cab without another word, slamming the door before you can protest seeing Billy alone. Steve doesn’t even hug you or kiss you goodbye, something he would normally do. Billy is back in your lives for three seconds and he’s already screwing up everything you’ve ever worked for.

You change before you head to see Billy, a skirt suit is definitely not the first impression, or second first impression, you want to make. Deciding on a flowy black sundress with sun flowers all over it, pairing it with yellow and tan wedge sandals- matching the yellow of your shoes to the flowers on the dress. There's a tightness in your stomach the closer you get to his address, if you weren't so angry that you couldn’t get your marriage license an hour ago, you would swear you were actually nervous about seeing Billy again. You used to swear to Steve that you never found Billy attractive, for the sake of your boyfriend’s ego and confidence, but you were lying back then. Even with that ugly mullet Billy was undeniably sexy; the half unbuttoned shirts, the tightness of his jeans that perfectly hugged his ass, and the air of confidence he walked around with made him irresistible.

Upon arriving at Billy’s apartment complex his neighbor informs you that he’s never home during the day, kindly pointing you in the direction of Billy’s favorite beach. Luckily you spot someone who looks eerily similar to the Billy you knew in high school walking into a cute beachside bar, so you don’t have to walk around the beach aimlessly in wedges trying to find the man. Entering the bar you're taken aback by how homey and cutesy it manages to feel; there are strings of little lanterns hanging from the wooden beams above you, tiki torches line the perimeter of the room, surfboards signed by famous surfers are hanging behind the bar like a back splash, and there are two types of seating- on your right are the typical high top tables you see in every bar, the seating on the left are multicolored plastic beach chairs set up sporadically in four inch deep sand. The windows to your right are open, letting in the cool sea breeze and filling the bar with the comforting scent of salt water. The thing you find most notable is something that people would typically not notice, the color of the walls. The walls are lined with fishing nets, life preservers, and even some starfish, so people wouldn’t notice the blue color of the walls, the same blue as your nail polish. Steve would hate this place, or at least the California Steve would hate it, but you love it.

Your eyes dance around the room taking in the beauty of the atmosphere of the bar, before your eyes finally land on Billy. You never imagined you’d see him again and yet he looks just how you’d expect a twenty-something year old Billy to look; he’s cut off his mullet and his hair is far more sunkissed than it was when you knew him, he’s still rocking the half unbuttoned shirt and his jeans still accentuate his ass. The hoop in his ear looks like the same one he wore in high school, but the gold chain around his neck has been traded in for a wood bead necklace. No. he doesn't look like you expected he would, he looks way better, the smirk pulling at his lips as he reaches across the bartop to grab himself a bottle of beer could stop traffic.

After a few seconds of shamefully ogling the man in front of you, you snap yourself out of it and walk towards him with purpose. He doesn’t notice you approaching, too busy talking and joking with the male bartender. Billy seems to be sitting taller, less weight on his soldiers now that he’s away from Neil.

“Billy Hargrove,” you say once you’re standing behind him, even though you had menat it more as a question than a statement. You had an entire thirty minute drive to his apartment and a ten minute walk to the bar, and yet you still couldn’t come up with anything more creative than just his name.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), is that you?” he turns around on his barstool with a look that you can only describe as a smolder.

“The one and only,” you internally cringe at your awkwardness, why can’t you manage to hold a simple conversation with an adult. Then again, there’s nothing simple about the coming conversation.

“My girl said she ran into you while she was gettin’ her nails done,'' his pink lips wrap around the opening of his beer bottle as he takes a swig. “I told her there was no way that little pumpkin ever left Hawkins.”

You glare at Billy at the use of your fathers nickname for you, you hated it to no end and he knew that. Billy would hear you complain to your dad for the nicknames and the hovering he did, just like you heard everything Neil said or did to Billy.

“Moved here the summer after I graduated,” you shuffle your feet awkwardly. “Wanted to get away from all the shit that happens there.”

“You want a beer? Jimmy get her a beer,” he instructs the smiling bartender before you can even open your mouth to respond to the question.

You gratefully take the beer Jimmy pops open for you, it’s cold and refreshing on this warmer than normal spring day. It’s been ages since you’ve last had a beer, probably not since the keg at Tina’s halloween part your junior year. The following year and a half in Hawkins was too hectic to party and drink. After moving to California you didn’t have a drink until you turned twenty one, and by then it was always expensive red wine or fancy champagne at one of Steve’s work parties.

“This beer is fantastic,” it’s a little heavy on the Hops side, but it tastes cheap and perfect. “I haven’t had a beer since we were doing keggers in Hawkins.”

“No shit,” Billy muses, running a hand over his chin as if he were reminiscing the few keggers he went to during his time in Indiana. “So what brings you to this fine institution?”

“Right!” you sit on the bar stool to his right, pulling the annulment papers from the painted canvas bag you grabbed while you went home to change. The bag was a gift from your first ever group of students, back when you were student teaching.

“What’re these?” he asks at the loud thump of hundreds of pieces of papers landing on the wooden bartop.

“Annulment papers,” you let out an uncomfortable laugh. “Funny thing happened when I went to get my marriage license today. They told me I was already married. To you.”

“What are the odds, huh?” he takes another swig of his beer.

“It’s pretty crazy,” you push the papers closer to Billy. “You just need to sign these and you’ll have me out of your hair for the rest of your life.”

“Finish your drink and we’ll catch up,” he gives you one of his perfected smirks. “Then I’ll sign the papers.”

“As long as you sign them,” you sigh and take a swig of your own beer, it soothes the anxiousness rising in you. “I don’t know why you want to catch up, we barely talked in high school.”

“We can fix that now,” he leans towards you, wetting his plush pink lips with his tongue. “So who’s the lucky son of a bitch you’re gettin’ hitched to?”

“Steve, uh,” you pause wondering how he’ll react to the name, your hand comes up to anxiously rub the back of your neck. “Steve Harrington.”

You watch as the kindish smile he has falls from his face, before he quickly replaces it with a forced one. You still don’t get why he has always hated your future husband. Steve hated Billy because he came to Hawkins fists and words swinging, targeting Steve particularly when he was the most vulnerable. How could Billy’s only motive for attacking Steve be to get popularity?

“You’re still with that pathetic little bitch?” he gives you a look that you can only describe as disappointed. But why? Why does he care, all he needs to do is sign the damn papers and you both can marry the loves of your lives.

“Hey now! Steve is a caring man, one that can provide for me, that’ll take care of me.”

“Well ain’t that just love,” he scoffs. “Providing for ya ain’t love, it’s the least his pathetic ass can do, especially after what happened at the mall.”

You tense at his words, trying to ignore the memories that his comment has stirred up. You don’t respond, focusing on the label of your beer bottle instead, pulling at the edge of the label that was already starting to peel back before you ever touched it. You clear your throat before taking a large gulp of your beer, you can practically hear Steve and his mother telling you how unladylike you look at that moment.

“Can I have a shot?” you ask Jimmy, who’s been quietly and awkwardly lurking on the other side of the bartop. “I really don’t care what it is, as long as it’s strong.”

He looks a little apprehensive at your request, granted it is a little early in the day to be pounding back shots, and to an outsider the mere mention of a mall shouldn’t want to make someone drink. But Billy nods at him, so Jimmy complies, grabbing a clear liquid from the top shelf and pouring me a larger shot than you would get at any other bar.

The rest of the day is a blur of shots and talking to Billy about everything that has happened to you since you last saw him. You tell him things that you would never tell him if not in a tipsy haze. Like how you haven’t been back to Hawkins since moving away, or that one time at a college party you got drunk after a fight with Steve and made out with a random couple, even telling him that life with Steve is boring and monotonous- something you’ve never been able to admit before. The last thing you remember is hanging off of Billy and singing ‘Rock You Like a Hurricane’ way off key to him and the rest of the bar- now full of patrons being that it is now close to midnight.

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Chaptered Fics

Here are all my long chaptered stories, everything on this list will be atleast ten chapters long.

Updated 02/12/21

Latest Teaser Dump UPDATED NOVEMBER 21!! Disclaimer and my stance on RPF

Henry Cavill Reader Series

An of chance meeting on a dog walk was all it took to change your life. Now here you were young and in love with the sweetest sexiest man on the planet…All thanks to a certain Bear stealing your ball.

A Walk In The Park / / Family Drama🥵

Married to the man of your dreams and a little girl of your own life was good…But not boring, it was never boring in the Cavill household.

No Boyfriends / / A Baby Brother! / / Tadpoles And Eggs / / Right Of Passage / / The Home Coming / / Two More Bedrooms / / Their Ours(Halloween Special) / / The Disco Fiasco (Christmas Special)

You find yourself in lock down trapped inside going mad, but just because you wasn’t going out didn’t mean you had to let yourself go!

The Cut / / The Manicure / / Waxing

Quarantine was going to suck, at least that’s what you thought but when Henry finds out your kinks everything changes now quarantine was the perfect time to explore all of your kinks and fetishes. suddenly being trapped in the house with Henry wasn’t so bad…Except maybe the Spankings?

Quarantine Kink Conversations 🥵 / / A Man And His Cat🥵 / / Weighted decisions🥵 / / Day In The Sun 🥵 / / Daddy’s Care 🥵 / / What The Telly Man Says 🥵

Working onset with a man you had been crushing on for years should be simple just avoid him and sneak peaks right? but this becomes impossible when suddenly the directors need you to stand in for a main role when an actress bails. Now here you were suited and booted an untrained actress playing a love interest of your celeb crush. But it would seem Mr Cavill is smitten with you to and now Joey, Freya and Anya are all trying to play match maker. Even Kal is helping. God help you.

1 / 2 /3 🥵/ 4 / 5 / 6 🥵/ 7 / 8 / 9 🥵/ 10 / 11 🥵/ 12 / 13🥵 / 14🥵 / 15🥵/ 16🥵

Moving to Kansas was a last minuet thing but escaping to the other side of the world had its benefits. Like the amazing woman across the field who has become your best friend despite you being younger then her son. And speaking of son he was definitely a bonus to this move. what started as a fake date to a party has grown into the best relationship you have ever had!

The Neighbours Son / / I Didn’t Know This Was A Date🥵 / / Because Its The Truth / / Perfect Little Size Queen🥵 / / Home Sweet Home 🥵 / / You’re A Little High Love (CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!!)

Gotham was a cruel place for anyone…But orphan Meta human? the worst! A traumatic life filled with psychiatrists, medication and now foster homes you have fled to the streets. But the league has found you and now after a life alone trusting no one you find yourself adopted by none other than Clark Kent himself and your not sure what to make of it…

I Just Move Things / / Phsychokinesis / / Broken Bones And New Homes / / Undercooked Popcorn / / Grandma Knows Best

Bruce had seen it all! Fucked them all models, dancers, strippers, big girls, tall girls, small girls and everything in-between. But never once had he said to himself he was taking her home to keep, not once had he wanted a woman to stay in the manor with his children not until he saw you. He wasn’t sure if it was how you mothered Damien or how you became a scary protective mama bear when provoked, but he was certain that you are exactly when he and his family needed and you wasn’t going anywhere.

If They Get Married I’d Be Your Uncle / / Ghosting A Wayne🥵 / / The Final Wayne’s / / Admiring The View 🥵 / /Billionaires Bae-by / / Day At The Race / / Meeting The Bat / / Brucie Baby~🥵 / / My Mothers Recipe Book / /Interview With Mr Wayne🥵 / / Love From Mum (Christmas Special/Fluff/Angst)

Humanity has fallen. Superman snapped and now he is a god. The justice league split and a war broke out. Now a new Regime has taken hold. But things are not going smoothly for Kal and Diana, they are two doms in love, locked in a battle of wills. But just when Diana think all is lost Kal suggests getting a human, a sub. A little to explore their mummy/ daddy kink.

1 / / 2 / / 3🥵 / / 4 / / 5

You find yourself pulled into a foreign world but this hunk and his posse seem to have a plan so everything is good!

Pastry Negotiations / / The Ground Rules🥵 / / It All Worked Out In The End / / There’s A Head On Your Horse / / Don’t Leave Camp / / The Little Lords Hairless Prick / / One Hell Of A Night 🥵

A tourist stranded in Gilead and an Apostle. It should never work but it did. Apostles are the top of the food chain in Gilead the most notorious being Commander Cavill who’s name ignites fear in the highest of commanders. On the face of it Henry is smug and cruel but honestly he is just Angry and wants to make Gilead pay so here you both were trying to survive this new brutal world and grant a few justices along the way.

1 / 2 / 3 🥵?/ 4 🥵/ 5

He saw you. He wanted you. He took you. But now? Now he must train you and fight for you. You were his trophy and he was the king of this town he’d be damned if anyone takes you away especially some CIA little prick!

1 🥵/ 2 🥵/ 3 / 4 🥵/ 5 🥵/ 6 🥵/ 7 🥵/ 8 / 9 🥵/ 10🥵 / 11 🥵/ 12🥵 / 13🥵 / 14(Final)

Sherlock has been taken with a young woman for a while her fiery and frankly childish disposition has ensnared him. The only problem is that she just happens to be the daughter of his and Mycroft’s best friend from childhood Charles Adams. Now at eighteen it is time for her to marry but there’s a problem. She has hysteria and refuses to take a husband. So when Sherlock offers to take her off her fathers hands who is Charles to kick a gift horse in the mouth?

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Anne Boleyn seems to think she’s queen already and can order around anyone at court. But you are something entirely different something she and her family wasn’t prepared for. You refuse to become a lady of hers and she is not pleased now she is devising a plan to have you removed from court permanently. But there are a great many things Mistress Anne does not yet understand and She is about to learn a valuable lesson. The kings court is just that. The Kings. Not hers.

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#oh-for-fic-sake masterlist #oh-for-fic-sake fics #henry cavill fanfiction #oh for fic sake long fics

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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Chaptered Stories Masterlist

Here are all my long chaptered stories, everything on this list will be atleast ten chapters long. my shorter fics are here on my Ficlet Masterlist and onshots drabbles and headcannons are here on my Oneshot Masterlist

Updated 26/05/21

Latest Teaser Dump UPDATED AUGUST 21!!

Disclaimer and my stance on RPF

Henry Cavill Reader Series

A Walk In The Park / / Family Drama🥵

Married to the man of your dreams and a little girl of your own life was good…But not boring, it was never boring in the Cavill household.

No Boyfriends / / A Baby Brother! / / Tadpoles And Eggs / / Right Of Passage / / The Home Coming / / Two More Bedrooms / / Their Ours(Halloween Special) / / The Disco Fiasco (Christmas Special)

You find yourself in lock down trapped inside going mad, but just because you wasn’t going out didn’t mean you had to let yourself go!

The Cut / / The Manicure / / Waxing

Quarantine Kink Conversations 🥵 / / A Man And His Cat🥵 / / Weighted decisions🥵 / / Day In The Sun 🥵 / / Daddy’s Care 🥵 / / What The Telly Man Says 🥵

1 / 2 /3 🥵/ 4 / 5 / 6 🥵/ 7 / 8 / 9 🥵/ 10 / 11 🥵/ 12 / 13🥵 / 14🥵 / 15🥵

The Neighbours Son / / I Didn’t Know This Was A Date🥵 / / Because Its The Truth / / Perfect Little Size Queen🥵 / / Home Sweet Home 🥵 / / You’re A Little High Love (CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!!)

I Just Move Things / / Phsychokinesis / / Broken Bones And New Homes / / Undercooked Popcorn / / Grandma Knows Best

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You find yourself pulled into a foreign world but this hunk and his posse seem to have a plan so everything is good!

Pastry Negotiations / / The Ground Rules🥵 / / It All Worked Out In The End / / There’s A Head On Your Horse / / Don't Leave Camp / / The Little Lords Hairless Prick

1 / 2 / 3 🥵?/ 4 🥵/ 5

1 🥵/ 2 🥵/ 3 / 4 🥵/ 5 🥵/ 6 🥵/ 7 🥵/ 8 / 9 🥵/ 10🥵 / 11 🥵/ 12🥵 / 13🥵 / 14(Final)

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#Oh-For-Fic-Sake Masterlist #Oh-For-Fic-Sake fics #oh for fic sake dc

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your-highnessmarvel · 3 years

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From Bleak to Bright - Part Twelve

All other parts on on my masterlist, link provided below.

AN: To the nonnie who suggested a line, it’ll be in part 13 :) I THINK YOU GUYS WILL LIKE THIS CHAPTER! i’ve stopped being rude to our poor loki ;) More to come this week yall. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: angst, language, SMUT (18+ ONLY)

MASTERLIST - SERIES MASTERLIST

PART TWELVE

“I’ve had it,” you said, pushing away your dinner.

“Yeah, me too,” Bruce sighed, eating the last fry and leaning back in his chair with a sigh. “I don’t get it. Why give this big ass meal if no one has ever finished it?”

“It’s not called the Impossible Plate for nothing, Bruce,” you mumbled, toying with the hem of your shirt.

“Still,” he mumbled, yawning. “I’ll have to sleep for days to digest this.”

You laughed, watching your brother, who’d grown a white hair or two in the last years, bend over an eating contest you’d both known you’d never be able to finish.

But at least you were spending time with Bruce, not wallowing around in your apartment, waiting for the sun to set, for a certain someone to climb out of the shadows.

“So,” Bruce said, wiping the corner of his mouth. “Did you and Nat find any cute boys the other night?”

You rolled your eyes, panic rising in your throat because no, both of you had returned home beau-less, but you’d recently found someone else. And you were not about to let Bruce know. Not now. Not ever.

But truth is, you hadn’t seen Loki since the night he came back, and your tummy was a turmoil of panic and butterflies. Had he left once again? What was he doing? Where? With who?

You gulped down the terror rising in your throat as you smiled tightly at Bruce. “No, well, you know how it is,” you said awkwardly. “They all wanna talk to Nat so I kind of awkwardly step to the side.”

Bruce nodded. “Well, Nat is a very beautiful woman,” he sighed.

“Ew, Bruce stop.”

“But some men like women like you too.”

“What, ugly?”

“Oh my God, Y/N, stop it,” your brother grumbled. “Half the men in here swiveled their necks when you walked in.”

You wanted to hide in your hands.

But then Bruce’s face changed and you knew what was coming. He always did this. Always. As if he just had to make sure you were miserable, just for the sake of the planet’s safety.

“I need to tell you something,” Bruce said with a frown. God, you hoped he was fine. But something in the lines of his face made worry climb in your belly. “There’s news from... from Asgard.”

It was as if that word was poison to you. “Loki,” you mumbled, throat raw.

“Thor delivered some news yesterday,” your brother continued, toying with his fingers, a nervous habit of his. “Loki... Loki died.”

You frowned, your head snapping up to meet Bruce’s warm brown gaze. “Dead?” you asked.

That was impossible. Just two days ago, he’d been standing in your apartment. He’d been... You gulped.

Bruce put his elbows on the table, initiating his Big Brother Stance.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered. “I know it must be terrible news for you.”

You dipped your chin, searching your last moments with Loki, trying to decipher if he’d given you a hint. This made no sense. How could Loki, the God of Mischief, be dead?

“How?” you asked.

Bruce sighed. “Thor broke him out of prison to help him cure Jane of the Aether, and well, Loki was killed in a battle.”

You were frowning so hard it hurt.

“I am so sorry, little sis,” Bruce murmured, reaching across the table to touch your hand. You immediately jerked it away, regretting the harsh movement as you saw hurt crossing your brother’s features, but not caring at the same time. How could he be dead?

You stood, the chair scraping on the wooden floor. You grabbed your bag, heart pounding, breath roaring in your ears.

“Y/N,” Bruce said, eyeing you with worry creasing his face.

“I’m gonna go,” you mumbled, not bothering with the bill or politeness or the fact that you were running out of a restaurant.

The street sounds were a blur to you as you all but ran out, bumping into people, muttering excuses. You walked by habit, heart a sore muscle, thoughts jumbling. How could Loki be dead in two days? Had Thor delivered the news a few days ago? Or today?

You were vaguely aware of your phone buzzing in your pocket, but all you could concentrate on was Loki’s presence. He’d been in and out of your apartment for weeks, repairing this or that, and it was only two days ago that he’d been in your apartment, kissing you.

He just couldn’t be dead.

It was late evening as you rushed up the stairs of your apartment complex, blood roaring in your ears, breath panting as you burst through the door. You didn’t bother locking it. Rushing to the curtains, you ripped them closed, ushering in more darkness. He only seemed to come to you in the dark.

Standing there like an idiot, panting, silence filling your ears, you called out to him. At first, it was weak. A raw attempt to conjure him as if he was a ghost. But then the anger got to you, sweeping in hot against the inside of your rib cage, and you balled your fingers into fists.

“Loki, fuck!” you exclaimed, feeling your cheeks warm.

The shadow behind you spoke. “Love hearing my name like that.”

You whirled, watching him melt from the shadows as if he’d been there all along. Black long sleeve cotton sweater, black trousers, boots to match. His hair had been cut since the last time you’d seen him. The long strands now short just below his ears, pushed back unevenly.

He glowed, looking healthier, more like himself than when he’d been begging you never to let him go.

“I thought you didn’t want me,” he said, pouting his lower lip. As he moved across the living room floor to stand before you, he put a hand to his heart. “Wounds me.”

“Are you really here?” you asked, resisting the urge to slap him for his arrogance.

“Why don’t you come and find out, beloved?” He opened his arms wide, a smirk tugging at the treacherous corners of that delicious mouth.

You walked right up to him and clocked him in the jaw. His head snapped back, smirk wiping off his face, arms falling to his sides. When he looked back at you, standing close and seething, his left brow rose slowly. “I do not believe I’ve ever deserved such treatment.”

“Thor’s been saying you’re dead,” you accused, looking up at him from under your brows.

The smirk slowly came back. “I may have helped spread that rumor,” he admitted, reaching out the touch the lapel of your coat. You inched back, but he snapped his hand closed and pulled you closer. “You must understand, Y/N, that this little lie I’ve shaped up allows us to be together.” He dipped his chin, eyes boring into yours.

He was so close that you could feel the heat of him through your clothes. He’d been so cold the other night.

He licked his lips, inching slightly towards your mouth. “When you’re a powerful God and sorcerer like me, faking your death is like breathing. Easy.”

Your eyes widened, but the hurt you’d felt in your heart seemed to evaporate. If he’d faked his death, that meant he was really here. Unburdened. No one even knew he lived and breathed.

His hands went into your coat, swiftly sliding it off your shoulders. You watched him, memorized the lines of his face.

“It’s just you and me now,” he murmured, your coat hitting the floor with a deafening thud. “We can go wherever we please.”

His hands found home on your hips, burying his face in your neck and inhaling, the scent of him invading your senses. He gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him, flush, like two puzzle pieces. He was warm, oh so warm. He smelled like wood fire and something unique to him that made your body feel... safe.

“Say something, baby,” he mumbled against the flesh of your neck, sending shivers gliding down your back. His warm, big hands slid against your waist until he held your ribcage. Surely, he could feel just how hard your heart was beating.

“I thought you were dead,” you murmured.

You felt him chuckle against you as he straightened, his hands cupping your cheeks. “I can show you how very much alive I am,” he whispered, his voice thick.

You gulped. Something in you fizzled, dripping thick, honeyed want into your belly.

But Loki cocked his head. “I could take you here,” he said, eyes faraway, as if he was talking to himself. “I could... Gods, stop looking at me like that.”

He brought his mouth to yours, kissing you so fiercely that you forgot his whole “pretending to be dead” thing. The way his mouth molded to yours stole the breath from your lungs, driving you mad with the need of him. He was so soft, yet so rough, a restraint in him only felt as you grabbed onto his taunt shoulders. He was keeping himself controlled.

You wondered what it would be like if he didn’t.

He said your name through kisses, pushing onto you until the backs of your knees found the edge of the couch. “I’ve been starved for two years,” he mumbled, biting onto your lower lip. “Bled out.” Another breathtaking kiss. “All I wanted was you.”

You briefly remembered the way he’d looked that first time you saw him: disgusted, and how ironic was that now. He was bound to you so fiercely you felt it in your bones, and he was on his knees, wanting you more than anything. More than his own life.

“Loki,” you murmured, breathing him in, kissing him back with as much heat as you could muster. You took ahold of his shirt with courage that seemed to pour in the more he ravaged you with his mouth. Pulling him back, you brought him down onto the couch, straddling him with ease. It really was like fitting two puzzle pieces.

He huffed, his eyes searching your face with a look you could only chalk up to awe. His hands delicately treaded along your waist, skimming your hips as you lowered yourself flush against him. You could feel him through his pants, warm and hard, and the thought that just the sight of you got Loki so aroused made you bite your lip.

He looked up at you, caressing your ribcage. “I could have you like this,” he whispered, his other hand skimming your belly and up, until he toyed with your nipple through your shirt. “I would have you how ever you want, Y/N,” he said, reaching for your mouth.

You dipped your fingers into his hair, grasping, bringing you against him until instinct took over and you rolled your hips, feeling his teeth nip you through the kiss. A low rumble came from him, his hand grasping your hip. “Careful, love,” he warned, nipping at your neck, your hands gripping the strands of dark hair. “Or I’ll be in a hurry.”

You smiled. Genuinely smiled. It was the first time in what felt like ages that the stretch of your lips felt real. You’d been living a lie for two years and now, straddling this dark prince of Gods, you knew this is where you belonged.

He brought his mouth back to yours. “Runaway with me,” he said, splaying both hands down the length of your back. “Please.”

You closed your eyes, kissing his jaw, down his neck, rolling your hips until you knew just how much of him you’d be dealing with. That low rumble came back, his hand snapping out and gripping your neck. With a hiss, he brought you back until you could meet his eyes.

You gulped, but you couldn’t help the knot of arousal coiling in your belly. “Don’t play with me,” he warned, eyes dark in the dimly lit room.

The left corner of your mouth tugged up and you barely saw him move. You knew he had superhuman strength and speed, but you’d never seen him use it before. And now, one moment you were straddling him, the next you were on the floor, Loki poised menacingly between your legs.

When you looked up, panting, the pressure of Loki’s hand around your throat, his eyes were hooded.

“Touch me,” he said.

You felt the heat pouring into your face, but the hand around your neck eased until it grasped onto yours, guiding it to Loki’s arousal. He was so warm, so hard as you pressed your hand against him, eliciting a low groan from him.

You watched him as his head bent slightly, eyes shutting, grasping him through his pants. He seemed to tremble, both hands in fists either side of your head. And then he let out a low groan, his mouth brushing yours.

“The things you fucking do to me, love,” he whispered against your mouth before kissing you so hard you saw stars.

He grabbed onto both sides of your jeans and tugged, making you lose touch with him and sliding softly on the floor. He smiled, kissing your neck down to the swell of your breast until he was face to face with the apex between your legs. He tugged again when you slowly rose your hips from the ground, watching him, seeing the way his eyes drank you in like a drug.

Your jeans hit the ground and you instinctively closed your legs, but Loki’s long fingers on your knees pushed them apart as he settled there, his mouth finding home on the flesh of your neck.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to,” he mumbled, fingers playing along the inside of your thigh, “but you can stop me if you want.”

Something akin to awe swelled in your chest and you grabbed onto his face, bringing his mouth back onto yours. He grunted, moving until your left leg was wide open for him.

His fingers delicately pushed your panties aside, his mouth nipping at yours. You trembled, not because it was cold, and he sensed the way your bones seemed to flutter. “I got you, baby,” he whispered, two long, warm fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow, tentative circles that made you arch your back.

Loki dipped his chin, grasping a nipple in his mouth through your shirt. You’d stopped wearing bras since the last time you’d seen him.

A whimper left you as Loki continued his ministrations, the pressure just right, the circles so languid. You lost yourself to the rhythm, rolling your hips into his hand, his mouth kissing up your neck and leaving a trail purely his.

“Yeah?” he whispered in your ear, the pressure on his fingers increasing and you mewled, grasping his hair. “That’s a good girl, huh.” You flushed, lost in the storm of his words and the way his hand felt so fucking good.

The pressure on your nub left momentarily, replaced by a long finger easing into you. Loki let out a low groan. “Gods, you’re so soft and wet.” His voice was like pure sin as his thumb found your nub and he gently rubbed, finding the perfect rhythm for you.

You arched your back as his finger found that soft spot in you, a cry passing through clenched teeth.

“That feel good, love?” he muttered against your neck, kissing and biting. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” you moaned, the combined pleasure of his thumb and finger in and on you making you a complete puddle.

He chuckled, something dark seeping from him, as he slowly started to lower himself until he was face to face with you. A blush crept up your face and he watched what he was doing to you.

“So pretty,” he mumbled, and you saw him lower his mouth until his tongue made a bold swipe, replacing his thumb, and you all but cried out, chest arching off the floor. “That’s more like it,” his breathed against you.

And then he all but made you toss yourself off the edge. His tongue was a gift sent from the Gods, and the more he sucked and swirled your clit, his finger easing in and out of you, the closer you got to a real precipice.

There was a knot in your belly, and whenever Loki’s tongue pressed ever so slightly against your core, you swore you almost broke.

“Loki, I’m... oh God.” You reached down to grasp his hair.

His pace seemed to quicken ever the slightest, his tongue working wonders against your clit until your insides felt like lead and that knot threatened to erupt. When he added another finger, so easily, you gasped, a broken moan clenched in your mouth, as the edge came and you toppled, Loki’s name on your tongue.

You were vaguely aware of Loki as he kissed the inside of your thigh, wiping his mouth onto your flesh. You were a puddle, breathing erratic as he loomed over you.

“Runaway with me, Y/N,” he whispered, kissing your neck, your jaw, claiming your mouth and forcing you to taste yourself. “Come on,” he murmured, hands skimming your ribcage. “I could have you cumming for me like this every day.”

The thought made you smile.

He grabbed your hand and kissed your palm, tugging until you could sit up and meet his gaze.

“I’m begging you,” he continued, his voice so low, so thick as he kissed your hairline.

You breathed in. “Okay.”

AAAAHHHHHH = me writing smut always. PART THIRTEEN ALREADY IN THE WORKS!!!

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He wanted to say "I love you"

Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Here's on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34237159

Injured Jaskier

"Blessed silence"

"Would you shut up, bard?"

"If you don't stop within the next two minutes, I swear, I'll break that fucking lute and shove it down your throat"

"Jaskier, shut up!"

"Alright! I'll stop, there's no need to be such a brute" replied Jaskier while tucking the lute, currently on his hands, on the brand new case he bought a couple of days ago to a retired musician living his last days on White Orchard. It's gorgeous, orgasmic, almost as sexy as the lute.

The music notes slowly fading in Geralt's ears, leaving a weak hum behind. Geralt sighed relieved, and a suspicious feeling that may resemble guilt. But there's not time to dwell on it. He's trying to sort the potions and required ingredients to complete the contract which he needed to follow up that same night. Witchers were trained to tune out every sound to be able to concentrate. He could meditate for days with not a single thing to bother him, but Jaskier's chatter is a powerful contrary spell to the calmness he was used to. It's a possibility that Jaskier fell upon his path with the sole purpose to test his limits. He is good company but sometimes Geralt wonders if it's worth the trouble.

He needs Arachnomorphs' venom and Griffin's feathers and blue mutagen to brew the antidote to the potent venom of the Endrega warrior he's goin to face. Methodically he starts with the preparation, grind and mix, smell, taste, it hurts...it's ready.

Three weeks ago he received a letter from Eskel asking to meet for pressing matters. Geralt doesn't know what he may want, it maybe a problem with a powerful beast or just a call to drink, which is unlikely because the message seem urgent. So Geralt had to hurry if he wanted to catch him on time, he was two days late and if he doesn't kill the Endrega he'd be three days late. Traveling with Jaskier prevent from a fastest pace, and the reason of those two days were, of course, the bard who asked him to stay longer on White Orchard to wait for his new lute case. Geralt ponder all this with an edge of bitterness towards Jaskier, it's unfair and uncalled for. He feel like shit. He ponder it still.

Jaskier is capable of recognizing when he's being a nuisance. Or well...he can recognize when someone has reach their limits regarding him. He can be too much, he speaks too much, he moves too much, he whines too much, he thinks too much. He's considerate you see, when Geralt snaps at him he understands. He can't help it. Is what he is, and he's not going to change, he tried once for his father. It didn't work, Jaskier was giving too much away for the acceptance of one person, he conclude it didn't worth it.

He understands really, but today Geralt has been a little over the edge, and has crossed the line between banter and plain rudeness.

So the logical response is to be more annoying.

Jaskier can be awful too when he wants.

He prod the wild and stressed animal with meaningless chatter, why does the fire moves like that? is the color of my fingernail normal? have you ever wonder how it'd be to become a fish?

the wild animal spill one or two drops of the antidote while pouring it from the small wood plate in which the ingredients got blend. Jaskier swear have saw how the vein on Geralt's forehead pop.

Ups…

"Would you SHUT UP for once in your fucking life?” ok he seen that coming “I can't even hear my own thoughts, bard. When we reach Velen you're going to stay there. Do you understand? Not following me around anymore”

To be fair he has caused this. It's what he does, always, being and idiot with and incessant mouth. He has push too far this time, even so that tone on Geralt's voice put him on edge, angry even. That ungrateful witcher and his never ending foul mood. What would he give to see him smile more often?

Everything.

A heavy atmosphere settled on the camp, Geralt's angry and now Jaskier's too, offended to be more accurate. Jaskier hated these often-occurring moments, as if the bard were a stranger and not a years friend.

Are you though?

Whoever sent the letter is Geralt's friend. What give it away? the eagerness to travel fast for instance. Jaskier send a letter once, asking if he wanted to meet at Novigrad, he never received a response nor Geralt went there.

Geralt packed his things, secure the sword straps and with a particular tenseness on his shoulders he turn to Jaskier.

"You're going to stay here. HERE Jaskier. I don't want you anywhere near the nest, the poison..."

"I know"

"Then I want you to repeat it"

"What? Really? I'm not a child, Geralt" but the Witcher kept his stance, waiting, and Jaskier's a sucker for pleasing.

"I'm going to stay here, quiet and still. If I get near the nest there's a high chance to get poisoned, even a small dosis could kill me. And get my body back and bury it would be a big hassle for you Are you happy now?"

"Hmm. I'll be back by midnight"

Geralt disappeared between the trees and Jaskier watch him go with a big lump on his throat. Not five minutes later he started cleaning the broth pot to fill it again with clean water to drink to warm up his bones. How he wish to have tea or coffe to add.

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Wind's howling, Jaskier reflected, feeling the chill colouring his cheeks and breaking his lips unpleasantly. Besides the wolfs living on the wind, there was silence, a sepulchral silence that caused him feel unsafe. Even Roach looks in distress. An hour ago she was lying on the grass getting ready for a good night sleep, and now she's looking everywhere as if she can sense something lurking in the shadows, and that is scary. By the position of the moon Jaskier could guess the time, one and a half hour past midnight. That idiot witcher should be here by now. He knew that, Roach knew that, so why he's not here?

He couldn't think straight, the worry was eating him up from the intestines and it wasn't fair or unnormal, worrying for Geralt is like worrying for the sun to never come up again. It may happen but is unlikely, impossible.

Geralt is fine, he is, or at least is what he kept repeating himself for the past hour like a mantra that no one would ever listen.

Something went wrong, I'm sure. He'd be here by now so why he's not here? What if the Endrega chew his head off? that's sudden and crude Jaskier, what's wrong with you? He can't be dead, I mean I didn't even get the chance to apologize, to clean his wounds, to buy him breakfast, to tell him I love him with all my beating foolish heart.

Agh, but he's not dead, so stop that train of thought right this instant, young man.

For some reason the voice sounded like his dead mother.

"I need to go there only to see if he's safe" said Jaskier to Roach

"But he said rather rudely to you to stay put and not bother him." replied imitating Roach voice like a tired housewife.

"I know what he said" said with an air of petulant child. "And what about you come with me to keep me in check"

"It's dark you can't see and it's dangerous"

"But you can!"

"Fine, hop on me" he loved winning arguments.

He saddled Roach efficiently, Geralt rarely let him do it but he was a quick learner. He put out the fire with a kick of dust, took a small blade that Geralt kept at the bottoms of his bag just in case, he also lit the only torch they carried for emergencies, a beacon of light that Geralt could see if he was in trouble and rode Roach towards the clearing next to the main road from which people get disappearing and getting eaten.

He trusted Roah to guided him, she was a clever one who also worried for her master.

The cold kept biting his skin even under the small fire, he left his cape at camp in case he needed to run, but they're getting closer. A wooden statue with flowers and canisters at it’s feet appear by his right, the notice board said the location of the insect was near that god statue.

He stoped Roach and dismount then he took the short blade wishing he didn't have to use it, before leaving he remembered the possibility of encounter with poison, according to Geralt Endregas not only spit venom but also exuded poisonous gas equally lethal. So he took his undershirt to cover half his face, this might prevent breathing it.

The turned out the torch because the light would attract the Endrega and distract Geralt.

He walked slowly to north realizing how much he was trembling, it wasn't that cold. It was fear and the soft hum of the adrenaline waiting on his brain for being triggered.

And then a rancid and potent smell reached him despite the undershirt. There. A thick unnatural mist and a series of small mountains piled some meters away. No, not mountains, bodies, Endrega bodies lying on the ground slaughtered with efficiency. A witcher’s work.

He almost missed it because of the mist, but there he was, Geralt, lying on the ground in a tragic pantomim of his foes. Jaskier hurried to him almost tripping in the process, he kneel by his side and got shocked by the hardened veins on the witcher's forehead, his levels of toxicity must being dangerous high. But he wasn't dead and if Jaskier wanted to keep him like that he needed to take him away from the mist to help his body fight the secondary effects of the pocions.

He looked the number of bodies surrounded them, more than six when the contract said one Endrega.

He have to be quick so he wrap Geralt by the armpits and with all his strength started to drag him towards Roach, he couldn't risk bringing her here in case of the poison or another insect near by. Geralt was a big guy, he has always being attracted to that, now not so much. Sweating, weary and scared.

Sweating, weary and scared the bard dragged the witcher to Roach when he started to feel dizzy followed by an annoying scratching under the skin. Roach stamped her feet two times before getting closer, she nosed her master while Jaskier catch his breath, then the lovely girl crouched down and wait patiently.

In a matter of a blink, his head started to pound violently and his vision to get blurred. That wasn't good.

The poison, it's the poison.

With all the strength he got left he pull Geralt on his belly over Roach, the position wasn't ideal but it was all he could do before collapsing on his knees.

"Go Roach. Go" She stood with must carefulness, Jaskier watched her go feeling a rush of pride and victory, he saved Geralt, he'll be alright and that was all that matter.

Jaskier fell backwards hitting his head with the ground, his body started convulsing or at least that's what he thought before lose consciousness.

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An insistent poke on his ribs brought him to wakefulness followed by a fall and a sudden sharp pain on his side. A few seconds later the witcher take in his surroundings. Roach neigh by his side, he had fall from her. The heavy cloud from exhaustion and toxicity still rested on his brain.

He felt the bitter tang on the back of his tongue of venom running thru his system and the hollow pain that remained. There were eight Endregas...yes, the Endregas, he had fainted on the clearing knowing well that he might not woke up again if he kept on breathing that mist. How did he get there? Roach answered with a distressed stump of her foot.

"What?" he asked the horse, and she neigh.

Jaskier

"Fuck."

he search on his pouch for White Honey to swallow it in a big gulp.

Awareness returned quickly and despite the injuries and aches on his lef side he took Roach's reins and guided her back to the clearing.

Back to Jaskier, he hoped to not be late, please let him be on time, he begged to no one in particular.

The contract said one Endrega, imagine the surprise and horror he felt when encountering a nest with full grown ups monsters which position were stronger and their hunt abilities an excellency when attacking in pack. He drank the three vials of antidote he carried and a dose of Swallow that burned his stomach and shot the toxicity levels to a mortal point. The Endregas were all dead, but tired and injured he collapse defeated. The position of the moon indicate that was dead for at least two hours during which he continued to breathe the poisonous gas, half and hour more and he'd be dead for good. Jaskier went for him, he could smell him on Roach, his fear and urgency. Idiot, that idiot.

Geralt tried with all his might to not think him dead.

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At the feet of the statue was Jaskier, body bent in an awkward angle. Geralt removed the undershirt on his face, recognizing it as a clever tactic. The mist did not reach that area but the purple and green tone on the bard's skin indicate high levels of poison, he must have went thru the mist to reach Geralt drag him back to Roach.

“Fuck, Jask” said Geralt with a trembling voice and without thinking carried Jaskier to Roach, there'll be time to check for injuries for now he have to take him back to safety. Jaskier's heartbeat was slow, very very slow. Geralt fret but he did not relent.

He laid Jaskier's frigid body on the bedroll and with Igni he started the fire, he located the water Jaskier used for tea and used to clean his hands of the grime and dirt. A choking noise alerted him and Roach who was nosing the bard.

From Jaskier's nose a dark liquid started to flow, he was drowning from the inside which meant that he had breath the poison and it was filling his lungs with thick mucus.

He put Dandelion on his side and encouraged him to vomit with his fingers to clean his airways as soon as possible. Jaskier throat convulsed on his fingers followed by a steady dark flow. Geralt reached for the pot by the fire to put it under his mouth, which soon was filled to the brim.

"That's it Jask, that's it" Geralt whispered even though the bard couldn't hear him. With a clean cloth, he wiped the bard's mouth once the flow stopped and her lungs sound clear. It was then that Geralt noticed with overwhelming fear that the other had stopped breathing.

"No, no, Jask come on come on"

He acted fast by lifting Jaskier's chin and placing his clasped hands in the center of his chest and began to push down hard more times than he could count.

“Jaskier come back!” he growled when his shoulders felt like jelly, he was getting tired and Jaskier wasn't breathing. He wasn't breathing. He remembered Renfri choking on his arms a reflection of what was happening here. Not this again, not these again. Jaskier's mouth opened follow up by a weak gasp and a weaker heartbeat.

But he came back, and Geralt almost cried right there and there, but he didn't know how. There's nothing else he can do, he had no medicine of herbs for poisoning that could help humans, everything he had was lethal. He instantly regretted overlooking the possibility of this happening. He was traveling with a bard and the most responsible and considerate thing he could do was prevent and buy at least herbs just in case. But he didn't. They were at least a day and a half away from the next town and being that far from the capital meant fewer healers. Jaskier wouldn't survive the travel, not on this conditions.

If the poison hasn't killed him by now then it means that he could survive on his own, or at least that's what Geralt hope.

He put Jaskier in one of his shirts and covered him with all the available clothes they had, his cape and even the blanket with which he covered Roach.

Exhausted he started removing his armour to clean the now faint slashes on his chest and abdomen, then he walked like death to Roach to remove the saddle and pet her gently thanking her for her help.

It was an hour before dawn, but Geralt did not rest, he could not even if he wanted to. He sat next to Jaskier to check his breathing and keep the fire burning.

The fever hit the bard a couple of hours later, he was burning dangerously high, Geralt dipped a cloth on clean water to place on his forehead, from time to time raised Jaskier's head to feed him with water.

His heart didn't stop again which was a blessing amongst the terrible situation. Jaskier didn't deserve to die like this, not for Geralt or monsters.

Then the hallucinations began, feverish and confused, Jaskier babbled under his breath while trembling furiously. He smell like sickness and decay and in that exact moment the witcher missed the natural perfume of the bard's skin. Like sea breeze and orange tree. Like Jaskier.

By day two Geralt got assaulted by an all consuming wave of guilt. He had yelled at the bard for being...well, himself. He was so upset and it was so easy to insult and threaten to leave him in the next town.

Jaskier hated to be left behind.

"Why did you came for me, you idiot?"

"I don't deserve it" whispered before taking the now warm cloth to dip it once again on cold water. Instead of improving, Jaskier's condition began to deteriorate. Painful spasms convulsed his body for hours, the fever did not subside and his breathing were shallow and slow. Geralt lay next to him that night to keep the tremors at bay, he hold him carefully alongside his body.

"You do remember the night after Posada when we make camp and you asked me to cuddle you because you were cold?" He whispered into the night "I didn't. If you were awake I'd never hear the end of this. You'd love it"

The bard moaned softly and shook slightly under his grip. "Come back to me, Jask." He meant to say how sorry he was, he doze off instead.

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First he felt heat on his face, then a relentless pressure on his head as if a heavy stone was on top of it Little by little he maped his body and the multiple aches that alarmed him. On his chest underneath the skin his ribs screamed with fire as if he have been kicked hard multiple times, also his lungs burned like hell, his shoulders were stiff and sore, his belly hurt faintly.

What happened? Where is he? What, what, what, what

"Jaskier Jaskier. I'm here, breathe thru your nose, I'm here." Suddenly he realized that he was sitting up and wide-eyed. It was noon. "Jask" kneeled next to him was Geralt with a worried frown and a canister fill of water. He snatched it from Geralt's hands and drank as if a desert was kept inside his lungs.

"Easy"

“Not…your…horse” Jaskier flinched at how raspy his voice sounded. Beside him, the witcher chuckled and then stretched out his hand to put it on his forehead. Before Jaskier could react at the soft touch tha hand was gone.

"Fevers down" uh, did he sound happy?

"I had fever?" Geralt looked at him with such intensity, a expression he had never seen and therefore didn't know what it meant.

"You almost died" he answered softly. She saw Roach grazing without a mount a few feet away, she also noticed that Geralt was in his small clothes. The camp was a small mess like when they stay on the same place for more than two days.

"The Endrega"

"Endregas, yes"

"I went..."

"Yes"

"I... i'm sorry"

"No, don't be, you saved me" It was a shock when Geralt straightened a lock of hair from her forehead. His fingertips were warm.

"Are you hungry?"

"I don't know. I don't think so"

"You have to eat. I cooked rabbit broth, it'll do you good"

He could only swallow a quarter of the broth before starting to feel nauseous, Geralt said he had vomit enough for the past days before taking the pot from him. Roach came to say hello and Jaskier felt his heart swelled with affection. He wanted to do and ask more, but suddenly he felt tired, very tired, his eyelids fluttered and when Geralt saw him, he helped him lie down and put his cape over him. He was soft and calm, tender even. At that moment Jaskier knew that he must have been in a bad shape if Geralt was acting like this, like Jaskier always imagine on his wildest dreams.

He wanted to said thank you but it felt so meaningless at the moment, Geralt didn't look that good, slump and with drop shoulders a clear sign of exhaustion. if Jaskier still breathed, it was all thanks to Geralt, despite how defeated he was from the contract, he took care of him.

I love you seem something meaningful to say, every feeling and thought Jaskier have had of the witcher, taking form into three little words.

Sleep took him away before he could have the courage to say it.

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The next morning Jaskier insisted he was fine and he wanted to travel to the next town , of course he was a liar Geralt always knew when he lied, because he wrinkled his nose in a cute but irritating way. With a small smile, he pinched the bard's nose back to normal.

“No, you’re not ready” Jaskier let out a laugh as he smack the witcher's hand away. and before Jaskier could protest Geralt added "But we need go there to get you to a healer and reastock"

"Your letter Geralt, don't forget about your letter"

"Uhmm"

Before setting off on the journey, Geralt made sure that Jaskier could endure the journey. He applied what was left of a soothing balm to Jaskier's chest for the pain and bruises that remained after the compressions. Riding would be painful, but they have to get to the healer in case of a relapse or permanent damage. Jaskier let him applied the balm and he couldn't believe the patience and care the witcher put on his motions as if Jaskier could break if enough force was used. He was crumbling in tiny little pieces, melting, but from a different source. The witcher is going to be the end of him one day of these.

I love you, we wanted to said. He put on one of Geralt's shirt instead, it smells like onion and Roach and Geralt and smoke and safety. It smells like home.

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Riding Roach was painful and tiring, walking was out of the question He kept waiting for Geralt to get upset by the multiple stops they made but that never happen, in fact the witcher was the one who plannified and suggest to rest every one or two hours.

Something has changed between them, but the bard does not know what to name this new atmosphere, but he sure welcomes it. For the first time in all the years they have travel together Jaskier felt wanted, cared for, treasured! With a rush of happiness and satisfaction, Jaskier acknowledged that the walls Geralt has built around him to keep him out and stranded, have collapsed. He finally was someone to hold on to. Jaskier was sitting on the bed roll with a warm tea canister on his hands while the witcher set up camp to sleep the night. A day and a half away from the next town has become two days, they'll be reaching the inn (if it were any, Jaskier hope there would be) by night fall.

Geralt was stoking the fire when a mad idea occurred to him, he crawled to Geralt and before he could voiced his displeasure the bard embrace him in a tight hug. Two seconds later, Geralt hugged him back almost urgently, nuzzling his face where Jaskier's shoulder and neck met. He withdrew with a goofy smile on his face and his heart hammering on his bruised ribs, he couldn't care less. But he didn't get any far, he was a selfish man. Geralt was smiling too, a soft and crooked smile, when he straightened the bard's hair over his forehead and ears, he then, like under a spell trace his thumbs over his eyebrows and eyelids. Jaskier could die right here and then from happiness.

Their faces were so close. I love you, Jaskier wanted to say, he took Geralt's hands instead to place a kiss on each dirtied palm.

"You reek" of course Geralt would know how to break the moment.

"You too, mister. For once Roach smells better than us"

“She always smells better tan us” Jaskier snorted getting back to the bedroll pondering on how lucky he was despite the near death experience, he was a lucky men.

By the next afternoon Jaskier was beyond exhausted, every single one of his bones scream with pain, he felt as if he was about to pass out at any moment.

"Geralt..."

"We have to get going, Jaskier, only for a few hours and we'd get there"

"I can't"

"Please, Jask, I'll take care of you when we get there"

Please, what a strange word to express how much you care.

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Geralt practically carried him up the stairs to the room, Jaskier fell face first on the bed already half sleep. Geralt was placing his things when the bard murmured “Wake me up before you go in the morning." The thing is that even if he were on time to reach Eskel, Geralt didn't want to go anywhere.

Jaskier woke up sometime in the night when the mattress sagged next to him.

followed by a strong arm curling around his belly.

"Grlt'?"

"Sleep"

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Jaskier woke up to the chirping of birds on the windowsill, it was still early, the sun was not up yet. Not even the drowsiness could prevent the joy he felt and finding himself tuck to Geralt chest, they're facing each other naturally as if they have sleep like this forever.

And like a bucket of cold water thrown over him he remembered the letter "Geralt" he called softly "Geralt it's morning"

"Hmm, I can see that" came the sloppy reply, but instead of getting up Geral cuddled him more, practically tucking his face against the other's.

as if sensing his distress Geralt added "I'm not going anywhere"

"But your contact..." he withdrew (a few inches) to make a point. Geralt opened his perfect eyes and hold him under them.

"Eskel, my brother. I already send a letter, he'll understand"

"I'm sorry" a kiss was place on his forehead

"Don't be, I want to be here"

"You...you didn't want to" Geralt sighed ashamed

"I know and i'm sorry. Now I know where i belong"

"Here?" replied Jaskier with a snort

"With you"

"With me?!" Now was Geralt's turn to snort happily, resembling Roach when they feed her apples.

"You risked your life even though I was an asshole to you, even when I told you that the poison would kill you if you got anywhere near the place. I...I'm sorry"

"You were an asshole, yes" Geralt gifted him with a smile full of teeth "To be fair i was behaving like a brat at the time"

"You are a brat, yes"

"Hey"

Jaskier wanted to say I love you, instead he kiss Geralt's lips softly.

Geralt wanted to do better, so better he did.

#geraskier fic #geraskier #jaskier #hurt jaskier #injury #jaskier x geralt #the witcher #geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier

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I will always find you

Summary:

End, continuation and fixing of the episode 6, Loki is facing Mobius who does not know who he is and Mobius does not know where to look for Loki. Will they manage to find each other?

Notes:

I had to fix it, it's done. End of The story of Loki and Mobius - Season 1 series on AO3 I'll begin soon a whole rewriting of the season 1. Follow my other series for more Lokius oneshot post-canon.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32584870

3008 words - rating G

He was back at the TVA.

Mobius!

He was about to rush to find him when he stopped abruptly.

Sylvie... the kiss...

Now that the adrenaline from the fight had worn off, thinking about the kiss gave him such a weird feeling.

He didn't know what had made her kiss him, if it was a desperate attempt to change his mind or if it had been to betray him.

He had not even answered the kiss, too shocked to react, and she had taken advantage of it to send him here, at the TVA through a Timedoor.

Mobius, he had to find Mobius. That was his only thought.

He ran through the hallways in a desperate manner. Everywhere there was turmoil.

He came to the archives, between the familiar shelves, and there he saw him, next to Hunter B-15, finally.

It was like coming home, the sight of the familiar face and stance giving him an unimaginable feeling of comfort, the impression that everything was going to be alright, that anything was possible despite the disaster.

Mobius seemed flustered and as Loki went on, he heard their conversation.

"That's, what, 63 new branches in this unit alone?"

"Does he want us to just let them all branch?"

"At this point, how are we gonna stop it?"

Loki shouted, "We can't!"

Mobius looked at him surprised, "What? What'd you say?"

Loki shouted back, "It's done, Mobius. We made a terrible mistake."

Loki wondered why Mobius didn't react, why he seemed so distant, as he asked him, "What's done?"

Loki answered hastily, "We freed the Timeline. We found him beyond the storm. A Citadel at the End of Time. He's terrifying. He planned everything. He's seen everything. He knows everything. It's complicated. Okay?"

Mobius replied, bewilderment on his face, "Right."

Loki continued, "But someone is coming. Countless different versions of a very dangerous person. And they're all set on war. We need to prepare."

Mobius tried to soothe him, but something wasn't right, "Take it easy. You're an analyst, right? What division are you from?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

It was Loki's turn not to understand as Mobius asked him, pressing, "Who are you?What's your name?" and that Hunter B-15 was calling for reinforcements, "Boots on the ground now. Archives."

To Loki's dismay, Mobius asked again, "Who are you?"

Loki felt the same pain break his heart as when Mobius had been disintegrated before his eyes. Panting, he slowly turned around and his eyes fell on the spot where the three timekeeper statues normally stood. Instead, there was a statue of the man, the demon, he didn't know what to call it, the one who was in the Void.

Loki understood.

It was not his TVA, it was not his Mobius. It wasn't him!

As the guards came towards him, he felt hope returning and the wheels of his brain turning at full speed, he had to find a way to get back to the TVA from the main timeline.

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Meanwhile, Mobius and Hunter B-15 watched the main timeline split into hundreds of timelines.

Mobius, more than a little worried, said aloud, "No turning back now."

Hunter B-15 replied, "Who said anything about turning back?"

"For all time."

"Always."

One sentence remained while the uncertainty was complete.

"Mobius! Mobius!"

Mobius turned at the call of his name. Casey was beckoning him over. He quickly rushed toward him.

"What?"

"You told me to tell you as soon as I had access to data about Loki! I found it! Because of the multiplication of timelines, we now have access to the Void's timeline. We can see what's going on there! Look at it! There he is! Loki is here!"

Mobius pulled up a chair and sat down next to Casey, his eyes focused on the screen, deaf to everything going on around him.

Sylvie and Loki seemed to be in a castle or building and across from them stood an unknown man who spoke, "Better hurry. Timeline's already branching."

Sylvie seemed to look surprisingly aggressive as she addressed him, "So, what are you suggesting? That we think about it. And what precisely is there to think about?"

Loki turned to her, looking almost imploring, "Weren't you listening to what he was saying? That's the gambit. Remove the dictator and what fills the void?"

The way the screen reflected the image, he couldn't see Sylvie's face, but he heard the animosity in her voice when she said, "Ah. You want the throne?"

Oh no...After all that Loki had done to become better, how could she say something like that?

Loki replied in an urging tone, "No, that's not it. No."

"I don't believe you." Sylvie's tone was unmistakable. Mobius, who knew Loki perfectly could read all the distress on his face as he tried to convince Sylvie.

"Sylvie, the universe is in the balance, everything we know to be true. Everything. I know the TVA has hurt us both. But what if by taking him out, we risk unleashing something even worse? All I'm suggesting is we just take a minute to think about it. I promise you from my heart this isn't about a throne."

Of course not! I always knew it. Only you didn't know it Loki, you thought that's all you could be, that that was your glorious purpose. I always knew you were capable of much greater things.

Sylvie insisted, " What was I thinking trusting you? Has this whole thing been a con?"

Mobius' heart broke for Loki who answered her, his voice clearly strained, "Really? That's what you think of me... after all this time? Sure. Why not? Evil Loki's master plan comes together. Well, you never trusted me, did you? What was the point? Can't you see? This is bigger than our experience."

Sylvie, completely unmoved by Loki's argument, answered him, "Why aren't we seeing this the same way?"

Loki replied, looking defeated, "Because you can't trust... and I can't be trusted."

Oh yes Loki. You can be trusted. I trust you with my life, without hesitation, without even thinking for a second. Don't you see that you are not the same as you were?

"Then I guess we're in a pickle."

After these words, Sylvie attacked him. On the screen it was impossible to follow the whole fight, but it was clear that Loki was only defending himself and refused to go on the offensive, until he magically placed himself between Sylvie and his target. Mobius saw with horror Sylvie's blade on Loki's throat. a.

"Stop. "I've been where you are. I've felt what you feel. Don't ask me how I know. All I know... is I don't wanna hurt you. I don't want a throne. I just…" Loki sighed deeply before continuing, "I just want you to be okay."

Sylvie lowered her arms and suddenly kissed him. Mobius' heart sank as the kiss dragged on and suddenly Sylvie stepped aside and said, softly, "But I'm not you." before pushing Loki through a Timedoor.

"Where is he? Casey, where is Loki now?"

Casey didn't have time to answer, as the screen blurred and Loki was back on the screen. This time the surroundings were much more familiar.

"It's the Time Theater!" shouted Hunter B-15.

Mobius started to run, arriving at the door, he opened it and called, "Loki!"

Nothing. The room was empty.

"Mobius! Mobius!" Hunter B-15 was coming running in, "You need to come back and see this! Right now!"

"What?!"

"Hurry up! Come on!"

He rushed up behind her and they reached Casey's office area again. Hunter B-15 showed him the screen.

Loki was walking the hallways of what appeared to be the TVA, the ones past the time theater, but Mobius knew that couldn't be the case, they had just passed through.

"Casey, are you sure this is happening now?"

"Yes, we're in real time!"

Loki was now in the archives, and seemed to be looking for someone, maybe him, Mobius, between the shelves.

"Mobius!"

Mobius gasped, in front of Loki a few shelves over were himself and Hunter B-15.

"What? How?!"

"Wait, wait, wait!"

On the screen, Loki continued to advance toward their duplicates, and they heard Mobius say, "That's, what, 63 new branches in this unit alone?"

Hunter B-15 answered, "Does he want us to just let them all branch?"

"At this point, how are we gonna stop it?"

Loki intervened, shouting, "We can't!"

Their two doubles looked at him in surprise.

As he watched Loki try to explain what was going on to the two stunned doubles, Mobius' brain began to race, trying to pick up clues from what he was hearing.

63 branches in this unit alone. 63 branches in this unit alone.

This unit alone. That means there are several. Think Mobius. Think!

He began to speak aloud, "The main timeline branched, that means there are a lot of timelines now, what if each timeline has now a TVA? Could it be that..."

On the screen he looked at Loki and asked, "Who are you?"

Loki, looking shocked, slowly turned around and began to breathe heavily before releasing a gasp, which Mobius and those around him in front of the screen repeated in echo.

Where the statues of the three timekeepers should be, there was a single statue, that of the man Loki and Sylvie were with before.

"Casey! keep looking, cross-reference the data, try to figure out what date it is, I need my Tempad!" Mobius ran to his office.

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Loki looked back at the one who was not his Mobius and did not answer, quickly assessing the danger, he had to find a way to find the TVA he knew, but first he had to escape since Hunter B-15 seemed to have called a squad to stop him. He concentrated, closed his eyes, and saw the room he wanted to teleport to, the one he had arrived in. He felt the suction, then reopened his eyes, he was there, the relief short lived, because it would not take them long to find him. Still, he summoned a spear to put across the door, to at least delay their arrival in the room.

Think about it Loki, you're not supposed to be here, but now that the timeline is branching, how can they find you? Everything is chaos...

Spinning around in the room, he sighed, wondering how the situation could have slipped away from them like that. In fact, he knew, they had never been in control of the situation, their enemy was ahead of them.

Sylvie... who had not hesitated to betray him while he for the first time had found a "glorious purpose" that was greater than him, in fact it had nothing more glorious, because he no longer needed glory, he had discovered that it was much more rewarding to fight for a cause greater than himself. But now...

Mobius... His Mobius, where was he? How to find him? Did he get through it? Had he been able to warn all the other agents? He missed him so much, his reassuring presence that had the power to calm him down. How he had developed such a strong bond in such a short time was something that still amazed Loki. In Mobius, he had found someone who had believed in him when he had only seen the worst Loki was capable of, who had seen beyond what Loki was showing the world.

He had told Sylvie that love was not real, but in the end...love had a name.

Mobius…

"Mobius...", lost in thought, he didn't realize he was saying his name out loud.

When suddenly the now familiar sound of a Timedoor opening made him turn around. Summoning his sword, he braced himself ready to attack.

The Timedoor was just forming, when he heard the door to the room trying to be forced open, as voices shouted at him to open it from the other side.

Suddenly a figure he knew well stepped through the time door, "Loki! It's me Mobius!"

Loki, suspicious, did not dare to let his guard down. What if it wasn't his Mobius? How could he be sure?

The man in front of him looked uncertain and did not move forward. He lowered his hands in surrender as the banging on the door grew louder and louder.

"Loki, it's me, Mobius, the real one."

"How can I be sure?"

"Ask me a question. Something only the two of us would know."

Loki began to think quickly, what question to ask? Then suddenly he knew.

Cheeks slightly flushed, he asked, "Where did our first kiss take place?"

Mobius shook his head and smiled fondly, "The elevator."

Refusing to give in to the relief that washed over him, Loki asked another question to be sure, "Why?"

Mobius sneered, "To shut you up."

"It is really you, my Mobius!" shouted Loki before rushing into his arms. Mobius closed them on him. In an instant they reconnected with the emotions and sensations of their last embrace. Once again Loki felt like he was home.

"Yes, it's me." The door rattled, interrupting them. Mobius let go of him, took his hand and pulling him behind him, he led him to the Timedoor saying, "Quick, let's get out of here first, the explanations will come later."

They rushed through the Time Door, which closed on them as the door to the room gave way to the guards.

It was odd because they ended up in the same room, but in the TVA that Loki knew, there was the table and chairs from the last interrogation before Mobius went to join Loki in the Timecell. It seemed like only yesterday that Mobius had refused to believe him, blinded by jealousy as he himself had said."

"You-"

" How-"

"You first," Loki told him.

"Come on, let's go sit down," Mobius told him. They did, but instead of being face to face, separated by the table as they had been every time they were in this room, Mobius slid his chair next to him.

After an awkward silence, Mobius began to speak, "So, you and Sylvie..." then he stopped, aware of what he had just said.

Loki raised his head, shocked. "You... you saw?" he didn't even give him time to answer, "Mobius! I swear I didn't mean to kiss her, I didn't even respond to the kiss, I don't even know why she kissed me, I've never felt that way about her, never, you know that, Mobius, it's you I love, I know we haven't really had time to talk about our relationship and I'm not the kind of person who can be trusted and I've lied in the past, but please, you have to believe me, I would never- Hmph"

Mobius had not let him finish and had crashed his lips against those of Loki. He kissed him in the same way as their first kiss in the elevator, the difference was that it was no longer their first kiss, it was a kiss of reunion, of familiar sensations, of shared intimacy.

When they separated to catch their breath, Mobius murmured, his lips against his, "This is really the best way to shut you up..." and laughed softly.

"Hey!" Loki pushed him gently. Then he got serious again, because he wanted to make sure Mobius believed him, "Mobius, I'm serious."

Mobius took his hand and replied, "I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that I didn't feel jealousy, I'm human after all, and seeing the man I love kiss another woman was pretty hard to watch. But I also chose to trust you, that means all the time and not just when it suits me. So if you tell me that kiss meant nothing to you, then I believe you."

This time it was Loki who barely let Mobius finish his sentence and who put his lips on his, settling astride Mobius' knees and putting his arms around his neck. This time, they took their time, the kiss was soft and slow, then they caught their breaths, their foreheads pressed one against the other, neither of them wanting to be separated more than by a few centimeters.

Suddenly Loki kissed Mobius again, this time forcefully, he was shaking, his hands clutching Mobius' back, holding him tightly. Mobius, feeling a wetness on his cheek, pushed him gently.

"Hey, hey easy Loki, it's okay, it's okay now."

Loki " I-I, I really thought I had lost you, when your double asked me who I was, I thought you had completely forgotten about me."

Mobius wiped away the tears with his thumbs, letting his hands linger on Loki's cheeks before kissing him gently. Then he cradled Loki's head on his chest, resting his chin on his head as he hugged him tightly, Loki's arms wrapping around him again.

"Never, you hear me, never will I forget you. And even if I did forget you, I'm sure you'd find a way to get my memory back."

They stayed like that for a few more moments, tasting the relief of having found each other again and of having once again overcome an obstacle. Together.

Then Loki came down from Mobius's lap and held out his hand to help him stand up.

"I guess there's a lot to do now that the timeline is branching out."

"Thanks for the reality check... but yes you're right, as nice as this interlude has been." replied Mobius, keeping Loki's hand in his. Then he continued, walking towards the door, "Come on, it's time to introduce you as a member of the team."

At those words, Loki had a strange feeling, something like belonging, and asked with a smile, "What's the TVA's motto again, For all time...?"

"For all time. Always." answered Mobius.

Loki squeezed Mobius' hand as he continued to walk forward. When Mobius opened the door, he repeated softly, "For all time. Always. Together."

They didn't know what was going to happen, but one thing was certain now, they would face it. Together.

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Whole series : The story of Loki and Mobius

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

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SEGA and its most recent Sonamy side – more canon than ever

[Translator’s note: this article was originally written in Spanish by @latin-dr-robotnik]

Hello again! Today we’d like to discuss about something that’s been happening recently, and probably taking Sonic fans by surprise: what is going on with SEGA and its stance about Sonamy?

At the beginning of this year, to celebrate the 200 articles on Seaside Hill Paradise, I finished what I call “the Sonamy trilogy” of articles that I started in 2018 and which cover different themes, such as:

SEGA and the eternal issue of the Sonic-Amy dynamic

“I love you” – Forbidden words in Sonic

SEGA and the eternal issue of “Sonic’s girlfriend”

The idea was to offer a more-or-less complete analysis about the many facets of their dynamic in the last 27 years; a dynamic that, you may have noticed, is not that easy to pin down, and that we’ve been updating almost regularly (although I also intended to investigate on other dynamics, like Knuckles and Rouge’s for example, and write about them). Generally speaking, in these articles I don’t draw objective conclusions about the status of the ship in canon (despite the fact that the available information tends to confirm it in various occasions). I also like to repeat myself and say that shipping is supposed to be for fun, not for tearing each other’s hair in that black hole of misery that is Twitter, but recent events left us slightly perplexed, and this is why we’re here once again.

We left the status of the Sonamy canonicity with these two peculiar instances back in August: Sonic mentioning his “girlfriend” in the Japanese version of Sonic Battle, and the Twitter account of SEGA of Europe saying Sonamy is their “favorite videogame romance”. Now, let’s recap a bit…

Sonamy in Sonic IDW... Round 3

[SPOILERS ALERT FOR IDW SONIC #14-#35]

In 2018, when IDW just started, I decided to study a little how the Sonamy dynamic worked in this new universe. To our surprise, the comic didn’t waste time in dropping its biggest bomb, in one of the cutest scenes we had seen in ages. Since the very beginning, IDW proved that it didn’t intend to deceive those fans that looked for a bit of development of both characters.

I wrote an article about it in June 2019, and it coincided with the beginning of one of the most infamous arc I’ve seen in a Sonic comic for a long time: the Metal Virus Saga. The question is, what has happened since then?

Well, in 2019, with the same accuracy of an aimbot, I said “We’ll probably see some new interactions between Sonic and Amy sometime around IDW #20”. And wouldn’t you know, as misery and tragedy settled in that arc, it was exactly around IDW #20 that we saw some Sonamy interactions: both exhausted, to their limit, with a Sonic that couldn’t even touch Amy to soothe her pain, due to him being infected with the virus.

The arc developed like this in what felt like an eternity, to finally conclude in one the most absurd ways in Sonic history. But it wasn’t a complete disappointment, as, after months and months of asking and discussing on the internet about how much Sonic and Amy deserved a hug at the end of the arc… it actually happened.

Since that moment in IDW #32, we shippers thought that it was what both of them deserved after so much time spent separated and pushed to their limit to survive, but also that after the end of the arc everything would go back to normal. However, what we didn’t know was that the Sonamy train had no intention of stopping, not in IDW, nor anywhere else.

A recurring detail in IDW Sonic is that Amy’s tail starts wagging every time she sees Sonic, as if she was a happy dog. I swear, it happens every time.

Come IDW #35, once again we have some hugs and bits of dialogue between our hedgehogs. For sure, the question here isn’t their relationship itself, as it was for IDW #2, but rather the issues this arc is slowly dealing with. But it’s really nice to see them again, sharing that closeness that they’ve had in the comic since the beginning– be it with some gestures of affection, a wink, a gesture, a private joke.

My favorite image is the first one, Belle’s reaction to seeing Amy hugging Sonic. It’s like she’s thinking “oh, is she his girlfriend?”, and she wouldn’t even be wrong in thinking that.

It can’t be denied that IDW Sonic provided us the conversations and the emotions that the games seldom do. Certainly, the comic has its share of issues and it’s not really a story that I personally follow for its own merits (it’s more because it’s still Sonic, for my interest for things like this, and Belle’s existence… whom I already ship with Tails, sorry not sorry), but what it does well it does really well.

For now, we have to see how IDW Sonic will follow the development of the characters, especially in view of the closure of the current story and beyond. And we may be done with this part of the article, but there is still a lot left.

Sonamy in merchandise

Taking us completely by surprise, recently SEGA launched, in collaboration with Hot Topic, a series of Sonamy-themed t-shirts. No, seriously.

So many people told me this as soon as the voice spread (you know who you are, thank you guys for thinking about me <3), and I can’t help being still surprised that this is actually a thing. T-shirts with lines like “You’re my favorite”, “Love in the fast lane”, and my personal favorite, “S&A Forever”, with drawings of Classic Sonic and Amy… in SEGA-approved products. I don’t know if you realize how much of a big deal this is, even more than “Celebrate the 25 years of Sonic’s girlfriend” from 2018.

One of the things that surprised me the most (aside from how explicit they are in officializing the relationship, and the fact that there are still 2 months left before Valentine’s Day 2021), was the decision to use Classic Sonic and Classic Amy. I tried to understand this decision by analyzing the simplicity and easiness with which the Classic designs convey a message (let’s not forget that Classic Sonic was so iconic because it was specifically designed to convey his expressions without words), besides the fact that they’re inherently cuter than their modern designs. There’s also the controversial aspect of post-Adventure Sonamy, with all the dubbing and weird interpretations that the fandom made over the years… By comparison, the Classic design are a much simpler choice.

What is actually going on?

Well, let’s take a step back and think about what we just saw. The way SEGA has been recently trying to push Sonic and Amy in front view (and for the entirety of 2020, based on the articles I mentioned in the beginning) tells us the harsh truth we all have to accept sooner or later: Sonamy sells, and it sells a lot.

From a strictly business point of view, the ship is so iconic and popular, with fans and detractors alike, that it would be absurd for SEGA to ignore the chance to print these two characters and get a load of money. As I said in my 2018 article, despite the fact that in Japan Sonic isn’t as big of an icon as it is elsewhere, they know pretty well that Sonic + Amy = love, and they have huge amounts of merchandise to back it up. It’s in the West that because of different cultural values, of which we’ve already talked about, along with some internal resistance, left this aspect of the franchise a little on the side. But they’ve been trying to fix it… and how…

Let’s not forget that a decade and a half ago Sonic Team seriously favored Sonamy. They officially said it, Sonic X was their purest view of Sonic they had at the time.

Outside of the business perspective, I believe we’re facing the moment that we’ve been waiting for: it’s time they’ll establish once and for all the dynamic of these two characters, following more closely the original Japanese vision of Sonic. I said many times that, in trying to change canon, the West, especially SEGA of America, did nothing but confuse fans and generate more discussions than needed, by introducing different data and portrayals that contradict the canon established by Sonic Team.

We’ve talked about Unleashed and emotional support, about Sonic X, about the major moments that opened the door to interpreting this dynamic as something more. We don’t threaten at gunpoint those who would rather stay away, but we respond to those declarations that still try to violently discredit the simple fact that Sonic and Amy, who are most of all close friends, form in some measure a couple that, even with its imposed limitations, manages to captivate fans and not fans everywhere in the world. Even the Simpsons used it as a joke, and that says a lot.

What the future has in store for us.

Unless something else happens in this last month of 2020, this is the most complete compilation I can offer at the moment about the status of Sonamy in the fandom and in the official canon. Yes, canon.

It’s impossible to ignore the signals. As you may have noticed, I’ve been considering Sonic and Amy as an official couple, with its clarifications (for example, that at the end it’s more of a friendship, that it’s not a romantic relationship in the most explicit way, that it’s more of a personal perspective to justify a more mature vision of the relationship in the future, not right now), but nowadays I think that SEGA has spoken loud and clear. I think canon is ready to negotiate the idea that Sonic and Amy, apart from being excellent friends who would risk their lives for each other in a heartbeat, have something else on their hands (probably the other’s hand). This won’t automatically translate into a kiss, or a complete love declaration (although Sonic X came close…), or a commitment to a formal relationship like we know them in real life. SEGA canon affirms that Amy is “Sonic’s girlfriend” and nothing more. Outside of that detail, they still pretty much function as friends interacting with a little flirting here, and a little Sonic running away there. It’s the basis of their dynamic, now enhanced by the fact that SEGA is giving us a clearer message.

I think that this all may culminate in a game or an animated series, but I wouldn’t completely count on that. It is good to recognize how far the official position goes on this issue, but at the same time I want to reaffirm that there are things that are better left in the hands of the fandom, and in the meantime that IDW or any other continuity gives us hugs, winks, gestures and words of encouragement, we as the fandom will take care of exploring other avenues and hypothetical scenarios.

This is all I have to say on the matter for now, and I hope you’re happy with this wonderful Sonamy experience we’re going through – I certainly am. See you next time!

#sonic the hedgehog #sonamy #amy rose #translation #long post #whew #this one was a doozy #but super interesting #thanks again latin for writing these long ass sonamy posts

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