#it'll be off canon but ah well

[llondonfog]

[luveline]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

the tension between you and miguel rises to an all-time high —a ficlet featuring a grumpy miguel and a flirty, distracted spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but contains spoilers. fem!reader, 1k

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Miguel has asked you multiple times to leave him alone while he's working. The strike force can't run itself (or so he claims —Margo and Lyla seem plenty capable, in your eyes) and he needs time and solitude to organise the protection of canon events, and—

"Blah, blah, blah," you say, dropping your voice to a soft, teasing melody as you skirt around his frankly audaciously jacked chest. 

"Don't blah, blah, blah me," Miguel says. You'd be intimidated if you weren't so happy to mess with him. "I'm not kidding around." 

Okay, maybe you are intimidated. That just makes messing with him more fun. 

The room he operates from, as you've so fondly monikered The Office, is in organised chaos, and much too dark. You drag a lone chair toward his control panel and set yourself down in front of all his screens and computers. 

"Ooh," you hum, reaching for an unlabelled switch with a purposeful slowness. 

Predictably, Miguel slams his hand over yours, yanking your chair back with an annoyed, "No." 

"Come on, Miguel. What harm could I possibly do?"

"You could–" 

"Topple the multiverse?" you suggest. "I've heard." 

"You could turn off every member of the Society's DMW. That's what that does. Potentially endangering each of their lives by stranding them in unfamiliar dimensions, and preventing them from correcting canon events." 

You feel bad for teasing him when you see the look on his face, anger and exhaustion and the slimmest allowance of defeat. It must be tough to lead the Spider-Society. Tougher to micromanage more than half of its members. 

Pulling your hand from under his, you cross your arms over your stomach and give him an apologetic frown. "Sorry, Miguel."

Evidence of his sweet spot for you lines his expression, softening his sharp jaw and the stoic set of his brow. It's gone as quick as it came, and his mask falls back into place. He turns away from you as though pretending you aren't there and scans one of his holographic screens, his face glowing with a yellow-orange haze. 

Miguel has to tolerate you, because you're a Spider-Girl. Though you've never called yourself that aloud, and you're not sure anyone else has, either, it's an undeniable truth. You were bitten by a radioactive spider that gave you super mutant abilities, though yours aren't as potent as others. You're not especially strong, you probably couldn't stop a bus with your bare hands, but you're smart. You haven't saved the world or anything, but you lost your Uncle Ben. You paid the toll. 

Every spider person has lost someone. Miguel seems to have lost more than that. 

"You know," you mumble, kicking the ground lightly to make your chair spin on its axle, "I've been thinking…" 

"That's never good." 

"Why do we wear our suits here?" you ask, spinning for a second time, the room moving past your eyes in flashes. "It seems performative." 

"Ah, I can answer that. Some of us work when we're here." 

You wrinkle your nose at his deadpan and kick the floor again, spinning so fast it makes you laugh. "What did you say? I can't hear you from your high horse– woah!" 

Miguel grabs the back of your chair, bringing you to a sudden and firm stop. You blink hoping it'll assuage the dizziness between your eyes, and when it doesn't work you keel forward, muttering, "Woah, I'm gonna die." 

"You won't die." 

"How do you know?" you ask. 

"You're under my watch, aren't you?" 

"I knew you liked me," you say. "Oh, I don't feel well." 

"You brought it on yourself." 

You catch your breath. When you feel okay enough to stand you almost trip, and Miguel doesn't bother pretending that he had any intention of stopping you from landing flat on your face. The you before the spider bite would've wiped out. This you giggles and holds Miguel's elbow for a second while you plant your feet. 

"Okay, boss-man," you ask, looking up at the unnaturally high screen he's investigating. "What are we doing today?" 

"I'm supervising a task force operation on Earth-31913. You're going home." 

"Miguel," you say, not sure if you want to flirt with him or piss him off. He looks incredibly pissed off already, so you choose flirtation. "Have I told you how handsome you look this evening?" 

He doesn't react. His hands don't so much as shift where they're akimbo on his hips. 

"You really have the most handsome eyes," you continue, weaving around his arm to stand in front of him. You have to crane your neck to see them. "Sulky. Do I really have to go home? I'd rather stay here with you." 

He looks down his nose at you. "Yeah?" he asks quietly, his voice rough as hewn stone.

"Yeah," you say, taking a small step back. 

"And do what?" 

You mirror his stance, hands on your hips. Your suit isn't form fitting like his, doesn't showcase nearly so much lean muscle, but you like it. You'd chosen a simple black ensemble to match the spider who bit you with a pinky purple heart over your stomach. Miguel had asked about it once, just once, when you'd first met and he had no idea how much of a problem for him you were going to become. 

Why there? 

Why do you think? you'd asked, giving him a sticky-sweet smile. 

Forget I asked. 

He lifts a hand to your chin, pinching it between two deft fingers. You're lucky he isn't wearing his gloves; his claws would pierce your jaw. 

"What do you want to do?" he asks, again so quietly. "If you stay?" 

"I could help with the task force." 

"That's what you want to do?" 

You flush with heat but refuse to let him know how you're feeling. Your heart bumps against your ribs, breath caught in your throat as he tilts your head up, as he leans down. 

"No," he says near your lips, "that's not it." 

"I could help you?" you offer. 

Something flashes in his eyes. You hesitate to call it lust. It reminds you of a cat with a mouse in it’s clutches, only his pupils are blown, black and inky and wide as dimes. 

"You want to help me?" he asks, his lips an inch, half of that from yours. 

You nod minutely. "Yes," you say under your breath. 

His hand moves to your cheek. He leans in closer and closer, until there's a hair's width of air between his mouth and yours, the tips of your noses bent together. His breath fans over your bottom lip and it's hot. You swear you can feel his heart as his chest presses to yours. He lingers there for an endless handful of seconds, silently egging you on.

You call his bluff and refuse to close the distance. 

Miguel pushes you away from him, far from cruel but certainly not sweet. "I have a tower of paperwork you can file," he says. 

"Here I thought you were finally going to bite my head off," you hum. "You're a sore loser, Miguel." 

"And you're my pest," he says, holding your gaze for a half-second too long. He turns away. "Lyla? Arrange the recounts from the last canon event for Spider-Girl's perusal, please." 

"So you've remembered I'm here?" Lyla asks wryly.

You don't mind the paperwork. You sign each one with a winky face and a pink gel pen heart, knowing Miguel will go over them all again, and knowing he'll grow angrier and angrier with each heart.

He'll kiss you and mean it one day. You just have to play the waiting game.

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thanks so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

[snoringkitty1]

Sunday Boyfriend Headcanons Tw: Mildly suggestive content, fluff :>

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Obviously, Sunday is a very busy man, running a whole resort/dreamland is rough especially when dealing with so much at once.

Hes so pretty?? How could you possibly land him?? Pure absolute luck i tell you.

At the start of your relationship, because of how busy he is, he might not make much time for you initially..i feel like sometimes he just forgets.

Since he's so forgetful in the beginning, it'll be up to you to start up stuff, dates, cuddle sessions, naturally both with take thorough planning to fit into his schedule.

During these dates or cuddle sessions though, i bet he's just the sweetest thing, or the slyest thing, the in-between being a flirty shit.

He's sweet though, behind that politicians smile, he's the type of guy who just loves to have his hand held, or his face, not a fan of having his cheeks pinched though, makes him feel childish.

You are his pillow, you have no choice, none at all, and who are you to deny him?

Personally, i have a head canon for all angelic characters that messing with their halo's can help them relax, so doing that after a long day? He has ascended.

You glanced at the clock as you scrolled through things on your phone to keep yourself awake, It was a pleasant surprise whenever you were still awake whenever Sunday got home. You paused your video and sat up a bit when you heard footsteps coming down the hall, smiling to yourself and setting your phone aside and crossing your legs. A cheery yet tired look on your face as Sunday opened the door and met your eyes with tired look of his own. "Ah..stayed up late again?" he chuckled and bit back a yawn as he walked over and kissed your forehead, "Naturally, you look so much happier when i stay up for you." You pointed out and he shrugged, "I thought i could hide it better, but i suppose not." He smiled and turned away to go change and get ready for bed, you plugged your phone in and got cozy in bed and waited for the angelic man to return. His wing appendages fluttered softly as he walked over and flopped onto you, a robe covering most of his body, though the top was was loosened to feel less suffocating. You looked down at him and raised a brow before laughing, "You act like someone's racing you to use me as a pillow." He looked up and hummed, his wings reaching up to tickle your cheeks, "This spot belongs to me." He stated confidently and tilted his head when you rolled your eyes, I thought that was already established?" His darker look faded into a pleased one, smiling as he laid his head on your chest again and promptly closed his eyes, this was your usual queue to toy with his halo or the wings on his head. Doing so put him to sleep like a form of lullaby, the sound of his steady breathing filled your ears, a clear sign he was asleep. "Goodnight.." You whispered softly, before falling asleep yourself.

He can be manipulative at times to get what he wants from you, but its typically nothing bad, things as simple as what place you two will eat at.

His charm is more less what he uses to get to you.

For all that he is or goes through he's just a soft little thing by the end of the day.

Even if he only ever wants affection the way he wants it, he's still sweet about it, or hot :>

If you by chance decide to deny him, he'll just escalate and get his affection through more pleasant means for the two of you.

Top, definitely, loves the control he has when on top.

If you want to top him, just tug the wings on his head, he'll go weak.

Endurance..well, he can last a fair bit.

Aftercare though is really nice, he seems like the type to get you a shirt and a bit to cool off before offering to take a long bath with you.

Sunday took a moment to admire your exhausted state, his gaze fixed on the stands of hair that he was toying with while you gathered your baring's. "You look happy with yourself.." You mumbled, smiling at him before sitting up. "Naturally." He hummed and sat up, gently patting your back before getting out of bed and walking around to pick you up. "Huh? Where are we going?" you inquired and glanced up at him before realizing he was carrying you to the bathroom. "A bath, so we don't wake up feeling gross." He smiled and set you on the sink counter and pecked your lips before he turned away to start filling the bathtub with water, even adding in some bubbles to make it better. "Oooh, awe~" You smiled and tilted your head, "Thank you..". "Well, it is the least i can do dear, if i have the time tomorrow we can go out for a date, hm?" He smiled and picked you up and set you in the toasty water with bubbles nearly overwhelming you before you laughed and relaxed. Sunday hastily joined you, sitting across from you before he pulled you close and held you in his lap, "Feel free to fall asleep..i'll be here to hold you up." he whispered and kissed your neck, "don't gotta tell me twice~" you smiled and leaned back against him and closed your eyes. Sunday smiled and watched you fall asleep, pressing kisses against your head and neck and would continue to do so till you both got out.

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Thanks for reading.

[flametrashiraarchive]

Hi! Me again lol. If we're limited to how much we can ask you don't have to answer. I was wondering if you could do Giyuu x Y/N who was also a hashira but after the final battle. They're finally able to be together and months later find out they're expecting. It can be SFW or NSFW. If you're not comfortable with this I totally understand.

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Yes! Happy endings ftw. 

I thought it would be cute to have this be part of the bathhouse pieces just for the sake of a throwaway joke, but this reader is specifically AFAB so please ignore it if that's not for you. It's the Bathing with Giyuu Multiverse.

I’m really sorry it doesn’t really include the pregnancy part (I alluded to it but they’re really difficult for me to write about sometimes) but I hope the love between Giyuu and you makes up for it. 

This piece does contain slight spoilers for the end of the Demon Slayer manga so be warned! (spoilers from here on out!) 

Also, I refuse to accept that the thing with the mark and how much time he has left is canon. It’s too sad so it doesn’t happen. You and Giyuu are gonna grow old together. 

I hope you like it!!

AFTERMATH

Giyuu Tomioka x F!reader. NSFW.

Memories of your fallen comrades haunt you long after the rubble is cleared away. Nightmares of what befell those you care about wake you when you finally do manage to drift off. The scent of battle lingers on your skin for weeks. Smoke, blood, and death. No matter how many times you've tried to wash it off it clings to you. 

Which is why you find yourself traipsing to the onsen in the darkness, your katana still grasped firmly in your hand, because you still can't quite believe that it's over. The battle is won, and the world is safe. 

You can relax in the onsen completely safe and completely alone– 

"You're kidding me?!"

Giyuu stares at you, half submerged in the steaming water, his expression one of wide-eyed surprise. But once he sees it's you, his face softens again. "Ah… is it time for our annual awkward bath together?"

You laugh for the first time in days. Giyuu has always been a little less guarded around you, but since the fight ended, he has been far more open. He's funny. Peace looks good on him.

"Do you mind if I get in?" You ask, "It's not like we haven't seen everything already."

He shakes his head. "I don't mind. We've been through hell and back together, this is nothing."

"Yeah…"

"Should I turn around?" he asks.

Oh Giyuu. Even after everything you’ve been through together; the battles, the quiet moments, the nights you spent together early on where you promised it was just once to get it out of your systems, and the times later when you both agreed you could die at any moment so why the hell not. Even after all that, he’s still a perfect and slightly awkward gentleman. 

Your breath shivers as you slip off your yukata in answer and those deep blue eyes of his drink you in. 

He stands, gazing up at you with his lips slightly parted. It'll take some time to get used to the sight of him without his right arm, and no doubt it'll take him even longer than that. But he's alive. You both made it. You survived. 

He wades toward you and offers you his hand, helping you step down into the water. His eyes never leave you. Yours never leave him. And you both just stand there, the water only up to your hip, laid bare before each other in this newly peaceful world.

You no longer smell smoke, blood, or death. Giyuu’s scent is soft, clean rain, washing over you and carrying the horrors away.

His smile is so soft and serene your heart aches.

A muscle in his cheek flexes before he speaks. "I didn't lose you," he says, as though the fact is only just sinking in, as if he'd mourned you even before the battle had even begun and is only just allowing himself to believe you’re really there, that you really survived. 

It’s a feeling you know well. 

A slow smile lifts his lips, his eyes meeting yours, his sapphire gaze filled with unending tenderness. You reach up to caress his cheek and melt as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch. 

"We made it, Giyuu."

"We did," he says, his voice so quiet and calm. "I should have told you this before the battle, but I was afraid to because I thought telling you would mean you wouldn't make it. Like I’d put a curse on you or something. And if you don't feel the same–"

"I love you."

His eyes widen a little, but soften a heartbeat later. He chuckles. "Yeah… yeah, you took the words out of my mouth." 

"I've wanted to tell you that for the longest time."

"Me too.' He dips his chin, pressing his forehead to yours as a quiet laugh of relief emerges from him. With your heart fluttering, you close your eyes and just enjoy the sensation, and the quiet intimacy of being loved by Giyuu.

His lips hover so close to yours, gentle breaths fanning over your skin. Your heart aches with need for him as you tilt your face toward him to bring your lips closer.

He closes the gap, his kiss as light as gossamer, sending your heart into a frenzy. The kiss is so gentle it's almost painful, the fluttering in your chest more than you can bear. It shivers through every fiber of your body, more potent than any breathing technique as every cell in your body seems to sigh his name. 

Giyuu. You're alive. We made it, and we can finally let ourselves love.

Little by little, the kiss deepens until Giyuu's tongue is caressing yours. His lips are soft and oh-so gentle, stirring up the butterflies in your belly. You open your eyes, seeking reassurance that this isn’t all just some dream. The intimate sight of him causes your heart to leap; his eyes are closed, his pretty dark lashes resting on his pink-dusted cheeks, so peaceful in that moment you can’t believe this is the same world which demanded so much sacrifice. 

He skates his hand down to the curve of your lower back, gently pulling you closer until your bodies are flush with each other. The rise and fall of his chest staggers against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him, bathed in moonlight and the rising steam of the onsen. And though the battle only took place in one tiny pocket of the world, it feels as though you are clinging to each other among the wreckage, even here surrounded by serenity.

As much as you crave each other, you take your time and love one another slowly, washing each other with all the tenderness the world couldn’t spare you until now. You sit with your back to him as he washes your hair, his fingers deftly moving over your scalp, making goosebumps pebble along your thighs. He bows his head and weaves a cloak of kisses across your back and shoulders, making sure not to leave a single inch of you feeling unloved.

And then, when you’ve both washed away what you needed to, he takes your hand and leads you back to his home; a big, empty house waiting to be filled with the family and the love he never even allowed himself to believe he could have. The comforting scent of him lingers in the house and you feel as though you never want to leave. He doesn’t want you to go either. 

Moonlight shines through the windows, casting silver light over the pair of you as you lie together in Giyuu’s bed, lost once more in tender kisses. The relief and love, the guilt of survival, the way your mind can’t quite slip fully out of fight mode… It’s overwhelming. He notices the moment your tears start to fall. 

“Love… it’s okay,” he whispers, stroking them away with his thumb and you know he understands completely.

“We’re allowed to be happy, aren’t we?”

He smiles softly, and nods. “Yeah… we are.”

His breath is hot against your skin as he trails kisses over your jaw, down your throat, and to your chest. When his lips reach the top of your breast he pauses, lays down his head and closes his eyes, listening to your heart’s rhythm and your breathing with a quiet sigh. You know this will go on for a while; that no matter how often you reassure each other that this is real, that you both made it, that it’s okay for you to love each other, some part of you both will always question.

Because since when has the world ever been this kind?

“Can I love you forever?” he asks softly. “Is that okay?”

Your fingers thread through his soft black hair as he kisses down your stomach. “Please, Giyuu… please do.”

He brings you simple solace with the wet heat of his mouth. He settles between your thighs, eyes closed, lapping at your tender flesh with his fingers interlaced with yours. Soft and slow and so loving your heart can barely take it. He tastes every inch of you, drawing comfort from your sighs and the way you gasp his name. A groan emerges from him as you bear down on his tongue, grinding yourself against his gentle mouth. And only then does he quicken his pace, giving you what you need to drive you over the edge and plunging into ecstasy.

You can’t help but laugh a little as he raises his head to gaze at you. Giyuu always has the haziest, prettiest expression when he’s drunk on your pussy, and the war hasn’t changed that one bit. His cheeks are flushed pink, his lips glossy with your slick arousal. 

He gets back onto the bed, lying face-to-face beside you and guides your thigh over his waist, angling his hips so he can enter you. He sets a languid rhythm, kissing you the entire time, his cock only entering you halfway so he can make it last as long as possible. He fought through hell to be here with you and he’s going to make sure he cherishes every second.

“You’re… so wet…” he gasps against your lips.

You try to bite back a grin and fail. “Yeah. That’s what happens when you fuck the water hashira.”

Giyuu’s composure breaks and he laughs–really laughs–resting his forehead against your chest. “I love you.”

Gods, what a world this is; that you get to love him, that you have the luxury of time to stop and laugh together in the middle of sex. Giyuu has such an adorably boyish laugh too; one which crinkles his nose and shakes his shoulders. It’s a sound you want to hear a billion times more over the course of your life and a sight you will never tire of.

“I love you too, Giyuu. I always will.”

He’s still chuckling until he rolls you onto your back and presses himself deeper, wiping the smiles from both your faces as pleasure drowns out your amusement. The delicious stretch pulls a groan from you, and when he starts to roll his hips you can’t help but cry out. The control he has over his body is breathtaking, and the loss of his arm doesn’t hinder him at all as he has you wrap your legs around his waist and fucks you hard and deep, filling the room with the lewd symphony of slapping flesh and your wanton cries.

Every time before, he has pulled out of you, both of you unwilling to bring a child into the world when each tomorrow was so precarious. But now he presses deeper, his eyes alight with new possibility, and love like he never allowed himself to believe in. He groans as he fills you, resting his head between your breasts and listening to the thundering rhythm of your heart as you wrap your arms around him and hold him through his orgasm. 

And then you lie together in the aftermath; just you and Giyuu at the end and the beginning of it all.

[lume-nosity]

an: this is a reupload!! (copy and paste pain) because for some reason my original post wasn’t showing up on the tags?? even my own??? if this doesn’t show up again i’m just gonna leave it as is. also the og’s who saw the post before i took it down are the real ones <3 anyways, requests are closed but i took this as a suggestion because i wanted to do it. when i saw this in my inbox i felt productive/determined to fulfill this ask so you're welcome /Ih and holy shit 2k+ notes on part one you guys are crazy thank you so much i'm so glad you liked it!! you take care of yourself as well dear anon <3

‘i've got my eye on you.’ (pt. 2)

prompt: what would they do if they saw their s/o in an uncomfortable situation

characters: itto, diluc, zhongli, ayato, tartaglia, thoma, kaeya

style: fluff, much fluff

notes: not proofread, lowercase intended, possibly ooc because i used character demos/teasers/ a few voicelines as references, gender neutral reader, the smaller text is whispering, no dialogue/use for [name], kuki shinobu mention in itto's part, how tf do you write zhongli and kaeya, petnames: beloved, treasure, love, swearing, blood mention in tartaglia's part, tartaglia getting a little violent, got lazy while writing the last few portions

reblogs are appreciated!

itto

"HEYYYY THERE YOU ARE!! so uh, are these guys bothering you?"

"huh, so they are. hey! hey, no worries! ill getcha outta here. i'm THE arataki numero uno they’re dealing with."

"hey, so, you're making my lovely super amazing wonderful partner uncomfortable and i would absolutely LOVE it if you leave em alone."

"oh wait, they're already gone. OHHHH did i scare them?? HAHAHAAA, man, that was great. totally worth the scare. anyways! want to have an onikabuto battle? yeah? OKAY! come on, come on, come on!!! i know the best spot to find them. but just so you know, i will beat you this time!"

let me tell you itto's was a lot of fun to write. i don't have to write too seriously!!!

he was looking for you actually, to have a little onikabuto battle since he's determined to win. (despite the many losses he has under his belt)

but seeing you look so uneasy from afar, yeah no he's not having it. ran towards you at mach 20.

one simple glance at him, those creeps are running to their mothers. the best part was that itto was confused as to why they've run off but he assumed it was because of him.

well, he's half right, because what really scared them off was kuki shinobu's shadow quite literally appeared out of nowhere next to you and itto. mvp! you guys weren't aware of her presence, because after they ran off, she just walked away. stealthy. like a boss.

i find it canon that if itto has a s/o shinobu would do anything in her power to keep those two away from trouble/danger. it's her job as deputy leader of the arataki gang, right?

diluc

"look, i'm not interested in small talk, but i'll get straight to the point. if you wish to make things simple for the both of us, see yourselves out. i won't ask again."

"what am i going to do about it? well, wouldn't you like to know." (casually readies his claymore)

"what a bunch of imbeciles. *sigh* i apologize for not arriving here sooner, i'll escort you home."

"you. want to stay with me? alright, i'll arrange a room for you at the winery right away. no? ah. i see. then i suppose my bed would big enough for the two of us to sleep on. are you satisfied with that? good. now let's go."

he isn't the darknight hero for nothing

like the gentleman he is, he was going to accompany you until you get home safely and then exchange goodbyes.

but no, you wanted to stay with him for the night. he has many rooms for the guests to use, but when you in particular suggested to sleep with him in his room, he of course doesn't mind since it's you.

should it be anyone else, it'll be an immediate no. so be glad you get to have this privilege from the guy because he loves you and is willing to do anything for you

zhongli

"pardon the intrusion, but i believe now's the time for the both of us to take our leave. please excuse us."

"it'd be wise for you to not place your indelicate hands onto my beloved. lest you'll see a rather.. grotesque, outcome."

"my dear, are you alright? ... how did i find you, you may ask? oh, please do not underestimate me. i'm far more than what meets the eye."

"we are sharing a contract, after all. to live and cherish life with one another until the end of time, to be safe, filled with tenderness and warmth within our hearts, and to not have anyone interfere that great deal of a bond. for you are my greatest treasure."

rip my brain for having to push zhongli's portion out because it clearly cannot comprehend this man's vocabulary.

you and him are to follow a contract, yes. but it's similar to a confession, if that makes sense?

basically zhongli was the one to confess to you first with his built-in thesaurus (to which you accepted of course if you like him too) and then have you and him sign' this sort of contract as a promise to stick with one another for as long as life can allow it. and by sign...

it's a kiss. to seal the contract :)

ayato

"a pity. hm? yes, i am 'the head of the kamisato clan. but your concerns about my reputation is irrelevant."

"you're harassing my lover, and if i catch you doing this unsightly act once again, then i'm afraid i'll have to resort to something that'll make you wish you've never been born."

"ah, my words were too harsh? nonsense, it was vitally necessary. at least it'd driven them away. well, i guess there are benefits for someone of high status."

"come now, i'll have my staff cook you something to your liking. you are my lover, so they'll be sure to suit your needs. you needn't worry."

fun fact: i've never finished ayato's story quest so i was writing this blind (with the help of some voicelines/demos/teasers, this goes along with the rest of the men on this list)

originally, you two were going on a nightly stroll since he was free but were stopped by a group of creeps. however, ayato handled the matter in his way.

in his head, those creeps are a waste of time and mere bugs because, well, they are. and pathetic, because they immediately recognize him for his high status and they all shrank in his presence. which made things easier for ayato. he made a small threat, and then they zoomed.

afterwards, he wanted to bring you home for dinner instead. continuing to stay out after that ordeal was not an option in his book.

what a good man

tartaglia

"wow, you all are quite bold. daring to do that while i'm here? hah, how risky. i'm actually impressed, by how wrong of a move you've just played."

"say, wouldn't you guys be interested for a sparring session? i'll be delighted to fight you all at the same time to enhance my combative capabilities. no? are you sure? okay, the offer's still on the table you know. and don't think i'm letting you all off so easily."

"love, are you alright? did they hurt you? if they did then i'll be sure to give them the same pain as they did to you. but worse. hm? no? okay, if you insist."

"moving on, let's go home shall we? the more i think about those creeps, the more i'm itching to grab my blades and hunt them down. oh! no, it's nothing. let's move, wouldn't want to stay out for too long."

we all know that he'll definitely end them

the thing is, he was right next to you when it happened and it's almost as if those asshats were blind!!!

blinded by his beauty ig

well, those assholes should sleep with one eye open every night now that tartaglia has seen them.

thoma

"excuse me, my partner and i are in a hurry. we have important business to attend to and we wouldn't want to be late."

"we won't take up the rest of your time, so please, if you'll excuse us."

"phew, that was rough. i didn't like how they were treating you, so i wanted to help you out. oh nonono, there's no need to thank me! as your boyfriend, it's my job to make sure that you're safe and happy at all times!"

"to get your mind off of what happened, i'll cook dinner for you tonight. any preferences? favorites? recipes? ill be sure to write them down!"

thoma based

instead of staying and insulting them, he just makes up an excuse to leave! it saves less time!!

..which shunned the creeps to bits. because you see, to me, people who are as kindhearted as thoma are equivalent to sunshine. and by sunshine i mean blindingly bright.

too nice and polite to the point the creeps are blind and deaf, you get what i mean?

kaeya

"well, well, well, how amusing of you all to act in such a way while i'm here. clearly you weren't cautious about your surroundings nor able to understand the differences between common courtesy and disrespect."

"how do i think so? from what you were displaying a few seconds ago, there's an obvious answer to that. it's allill written in your face. uneasiness. just like my partner."

"run along now, before your feet will run cold."

"ah, please, spare me the thanks. i only did what i had to do. as long as you're safe, that's all that matters to me. now then, allow me to treat you to dinner. it's all on me~"

honestly i got very lost in writing kaya's portion despite listening to his voicelines for like 2-3 times :,)

but, what i can conclude from this is that he'll be the sly bro he usually is with people

except in here, it's a bit different. his words are like that of a snake, wrapping around its prey.

makes sense, because kaeya doesn't stand people who make his s/o uncomfortable. if he scares them off or anything, then so be it. anything to keep you safe.

[simplyreveries]

Can I request for Lilia, Trey, Kalim on how they will confess to F!MC?

confessions; lilia, trey, and kalim!

lilia vanrouge

he already has basically indirectly taken you out on dates. for instance, when he once brought you to diasomnia to eat (dont worry, not his cooking) and it happened to be JUST the two of you to make it. with flowers and candles and everything. how convenient. he stares at you from his side of the table with his head in his hands as you look around at the little set up confused... but it's not like you're complaining anyways.

he sort of treats you already like you are in a relationship. i mean, with how close he has gotten to you- sometimes it may just feel that way around him. he likes that. he's always treating you and talking to you how someone in a relationship would. but its also easy to confuse that with how he normally is since he is... pretty eccentric.

with lilia, its truly a mystery on when or how he'll confess to you. lilia has no problem being open with his feelings, he does bring it up to the others in diasomnia. but lilia has basically already confessed to you all the time, he straight up tells you. you could ask him why he likes being around you so much and lilia will simply state "because i love you, why else?".

trey clover

treys mind gets preoccupied for a while, troubled with the idea on how to even confess to you. he'll be what seems to be in thought and ends up getting distracted from tasks and duties often. even you yourself ask what's the matter and he'll snap out and give you a small smile "hm? ah well, rook did something pretty crazy earlier during science club today...." he laughs and brushes it off. nope he was trying to figure you out more, thinking what you would want most in a confession.

unfortunately for him as well, he doesn't have exactly anyone to ask for advice, he's usually the guy people go to for help and such. though he would confide in riddle, his own childhood friend... riddle is not quite experienced with love himself ^^;. and cater is well... cater. probably gave him a bunch of completely over the top ways but trey laughs telling him that isn't exactly his thing.

i've mentioned this before but trey canonically isn't good at professing love or be all smooth with flirting.... like at all. like he's really bad at it. so, he prompts to do something he is actually good at and decides to make a gift basket of sorts filled with your most favorite baked goods. he even decorated them to look cute, he's got good experience when at his family's bakery anyway. with that, he'll write you a sweet but simple letter. since he can't really bring himself to say it in words.

kalim al-asim

you could see his infatuation with you from a mile away. he is so painfully obvious you'd have to be completely dense not to see. nevertheless, kalim still wants to ask you out, the right way! an amazingly romantic way! he'd come excited to jamil at literally an early hour of the morning after thinking about it practically all night. knocking at his dorm door and be like "guess what! i came up with the most perfect plan!!" proceeds to instantly gets the door slammed on him.

kalim spends the whole day getting ready, trying his best to get everything ready. he'll have a normal party/celebration at his dorm and when you're both on a carpet ride boom, he'll confess to you. he spends the whole day smiling like a total idiot as he gets everything ready. at least that's how he imagines and hopes it'll turn out.

he cannot keep his eyes off of you the whole time, he's practically glued to your side. unfortunately, as he WAS about to confess, holding your hands to him, looking at you with a lovestruck smile, there was a mishap on the carpet ride. it wasn't seriously bad and besides, it only led to the two of you laughing together as you get up. even though you two are a bit disheveled and his "perfect plan" got messed up. he'll happily continue and blurt out the rest of his confession right there.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Imagine how annoyed chuuya would be to know that dazai gets to visit his children more than he does. Dazai said chuuya's kids are cute and he can see the resemblance between you and chuuya. Meanwhile chuuya's agonizing over the betrayal he feels that his kids sees Dazai as their favourite uncle.

You actually gave me an idea.

Bitter ex! Dazai who can't get you back because you fell in love with Chuuya. Dazai is a loose canon and after months of dealing with his crap you broke it off with him. Naturally, he never left you be and would still cling onto you and he outright refused to take no for an answer. As if the stars themselves decided to bless you, Chuuya came in like a knight in shining armor and helps you out in any way he can. It just so happens that the two of you got drunk and hooked up one evening, oops. Dazai never forgave either one of you for that and absolutely seethes with blinding fury but he can't do anything. However, patience is a virtue and Dazai has that covered in spades.

Bitter ex Dazai! who is there for you during the entire pregnancy, despite you telling him to go away. Chuuya has everything covered but Dazai is relentless. The mafioso wants to punch his lights out but deep down he's just a little bit grateful for the fact that the moron is there for you. He is beyond suspicious of him though and never allows him to be too long with you though. Chuuya has his hands full with mafia business which unfortunately doesn't allow him much spare time and that makes him miserable. He is beyond happy to be a father.

Bitter ex Dazai! who constantly fantasizes about that baby being his own. While he is spending more time with you it's ultimately Chuuya who owns your heart. That is his baby you're carrying, 50% of the child in your belly is alllllll him. Whenever he's alone with his thoughts the detective seethes with rage and drinks until he passes out. He drinks so much that he has been banned from entering several establishments but Dazai doesn't care, he wants you back.

Bitter ex Dazai! who always volunteers to babysit your kids and becomes so close to them that over the years they see him as an uncle. Happy chants of "Uncle Dazai!" and "Is Uncle coming over?" are common place in your household and this thrills the man. Their dear old dad is always so busy, of course their loving uncle is going to take them out! Ah, why doesn't mommy come out to play as well? It'll be so much fun! Chuuya ends up sidelining everything and it makes him want to die.

Bitter ex Dazai! who starts to slip up and his intentions start to show - his gaze lingers on your body far more often than it should, his hand is always on either your lower back or thigh and absolutely everything he does could easily be tipped over the edge of you caved in. He ultimately drops the mask one day in front of Chuuya though - he comes home to see his wife and kids fast asleep on the couch, all of them cuddled in Dazai's arms. The detective has a wolfish grin on his face and his eyes are gleefully smug. In his eyes, he has won. It is only a matter of time until Dazai stops being Uncle and becomes Dad.

[patolemus]

Wip Monday

Tagged by @gege-wondering-around @dontcallpanic and probably @novasillies at some point (yes I know I'm the literal worst please forgive me). Because I can never do anything like I'm supposed to, I'm not posting on Wednesday. This is a little thing I've been toying with per @superfluffycam-blog's request, nothing concrete yet but the idea is slowly coming together. With my track record, I'll either write the whole thing in one sitting sometime soon or it'll take ages (speaking of ages the Time Travel fic Is Coming I fucking promise!! It's been a very busy month but I'm done with my classes in like two weeks and then I just have to get through finals. I'll be back to post deranged shit about sterek after that)

The house is quiet. It’s always quiet these days, his dad away at the station for what feels like one long infinite shift, and Stiles running around town with a bunch of supernaturally inclined creatures at odd hours. On the nights he’s not running from certain death, Stiles keeps to his bedroom, headphones on and blaring music loud enough his eardrums hurt because at least that way he can pretend that’s the reason he doesn’t hear any noise around the house.

It wasn’t always like this. Stiles remembers a time when the house was full of noise, all the time. The low tunes playing on the radio in the kitchen, the occasional clang of pans against wooden spoons, the buzz of the television broadcasting the latest baseball game. Small giggles and loud shrieks of laughter, soft humming in the living room as his parents slow danced in the evening.

No one hums or slow dances anymore.

Stiles’ footsteps sound way too loud in the otherwise silent house. He drops his backpack by the stairs to pick up on his way to his room later, and beelines for the kitchen. There is a lone plate sitting on the drying rack, the only sign that his dad has come home sometime during the day while he was away at school. Stiles is not naive enough to believe that to be a coincidence. He and his dad haven’t crossed paths since… ah, Stiles doesn’t even know anymore. Between the werewolves and the hunters and the kanimas and the fucking crazy that has become his life, the days seem to be going by way too fast to keep count of them. These days, Stiles only has space in his head for the dates of the full moons.

He gets started on dinner before working on his homework. Stiles makes food for two, even though he knows his dad probably won’t come home to eat it in favor of getting something from the diner—a salad, most likely, because he has all of his dad’s usual haunts bribed and monitored, as well as all of his deputies, to make sure they don’t sell his dad anything that might make his health go sideways. Stiles knows most of them merely indulge him because of their own affection towards him, but Stiles isn’t above using that to make his dad stays as healthy as possible.

On the off chance the Sheriff does come home tonight, though—a slim, slim chance, Stiles wants there to be food for him to eat. He doesn't want to give his dad another reason to be disappointed, another reason to be mistrustful. Stiles still feels cold all over when he remembers the resignation on his dad's eyes, how he'd said he didn't know who Stiles was anymore.

It’s... it's been a tough year.

And I'm afraid that's all I've got for you. I've always loved the stories that explore Stiles and the Sheriff's complex relationship, how Claudia's death altered their dynamic to the point where it was hard to figure out who was the parent and who was the child, how Stiles became this autonomous, independent character we see in canon at the age of 10 years old. This is, in theory, meant to be a character study centered on that topic. Will I succeed? Who knows!! Not me. Gently tagging @dontcallpanic @salty-fryingpan @endwersed @novasillies @hedwig221b and @gege-wondering-around

[athousandbyeol]

i've just watched the intro to thamepo series and ah... i love it so much! i found myself nodding to everything they were saying. and i'm so in awe at how passionate and hardworking all of them are! it's so fascinating to see them being invested in the story. the way they perceive their characters also got me glued to my seat!

i've been waiting for this series since April, since it was introduced to us... and i can safely say that they're exceeding my expectations :') it gets better every time and i know this will be one of the best dramas I'll ever watch. it'll be my next comfort show (after abaab) for sure <'3

and personally... while i was watching the documentary, especially whenever they talk about thame and po, i couldn't help but feel a bit happy and proud (?) that some of my thamepo headcanon is coming to life? at least i don't really feel like a complete loon for assuming thame and po the way i did in my stories... po is sensitive... thame was passionate and forward with his feelings, but hid them so well... until po noticed... until po notices everything about him. it makes me so happy i don't know if i can actually feel this, but i'm really happy that my rendition of thamepo isn't as far-off with the canon!thamepo...

i'm so excited for this really! i need it now :( can't December 13th come faster? i can't wait to meet thamepo and mars t_t

[applepie-enthusiast]

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood ft. KNY characters

If you know FMAB growing up, I salute you. If you are going to watch it now, I also salute you. Anyway, let's proceed. In response to this poll

In their sincerest hopes to see their dearly beloved deceased mother again, Tanjirou and Nezuko aimed to do what was considered as "Taboo" in Alchemy, that is "Human Transmutation."

Being kids, they believed they could resurrect Kie, who had fallen ill and died because of an outbreak. (Imagine all their siblings too but chose to revive Kie first)

However, they experienced "rebound" and because of that, Nezuko's entire body was taken, while Tanjirou lost his left leg, and cried out in extreme pain and anguish. But, determined to get even Nezuko's soul back, he sacrificed his right arm so he could attach her soul to an armour.

I somehow want Kanao to be their childhood friend aka Winry.

Shinobu as Pinako is funny, but just imagine if Shinobu took the responsibility to take care of Kanao after their older sister Kanae, who was a doctor, was sent to battle and died there.

Tanjirou lowkey being so guilty about what happened to Nezuko that he was so afraid to ask her if she is mad at him. [THAT EPISODE BROKE ME. Just Kanao smashing Nezuko's armored head with a wrench and telling her to run after Tanjirou is peak drama and comedy]

I'm conflicted if I should continued as intended that Tanjurou is their dad in this au as well. Because I just can't see him having the same face as the main antagonist aka "Father". But it's also a big fucking no for "Father" to be Muzan. Yoriichi as Father is TERRIFYING tho.

Obanai as Roy Mustang please it's so funny. But he did give Tanjirou a drive and a motivation to get their bodies back.

Mitsuri as Riza Hawkeye. She hides all her trauma with her personality but Mitsuri being a sniper in the Battle of Ishbal would just be peak 👌 angst.

Rengoku Kyojurou as Maes Hughes. He often comically and enthusiastically tells Obanai to find a wife and marry already (aka marry Mitsuri) and Kyojurou is proud of his little brother Senjurou. He tells everyone about him, and dots on him. He's very kind and warm towards anyone and everyone he meets.

Everything was okay until he found out too quickly, about what was happening in the country. He was too smart for his own good. He was attacked first by Lust aka Daki, but escaped.

DOUMA as Envy would make so much sense. His playful personality when he impersonates a colleague of Rengoku, but Rengoku quickly realizes it isn't them. Rengoku was hastily trying to contact Obanai to tell him of what he found out, but unfortunately this creature finds him. Rengoku whispered that he has to go home and he can't die here, and was about to attack the creature, but Douma had transformed to mimic his mother, Ruka, who Douma had seen from the lone pic that fell from Rengoku's wallet in his haste to contact Obanai. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. THE THREE GUNSHOTS.

Obanai sighing when he received a phone call, but quickly felt something was off because Rengoku rarely pauses and stay silent that long. "Kyojuro?" He asks.

Rengoku's bloody hand reaching out to the phone because he heard his best friend, but Douma had already placed it back to cut the call.

"Humans are so stupid, falling for such a trick." He mocks and insults him, laughing as he left.

Rengoku, bleeding out, whispering, "Sorry, Senjurou, I can't go home tonight as promised.

JUST TINY SENJUROU (younger than canon), CLUTCHING ON THEIR DAD'S PANTS, innocently asking, "Why are they burying big brother...? How can he go to work if they bury him?" Everyone was devastated

Obanai silent throughout.

After the funeral, JUST OBANAI SAYING, "Ah, It's about to rain".

Mitsuri looking up at the sky. "Eh? It's not raining..." Then she quickly realizes what Obanai meant when he started crying.

"No, it's raining, alright." Obanai adds, and Mitsuri bows her head, and in a sad voice, seconds him.

"Ah.. yes, it's raining... Let's go inside, it'll be cold here soon..."

WHO WILL BE NINA???? AND ALEXANDER???

Daki as LUST as mentioned above. Gyutaro as GLUTTONY. It just goes along well with how those two are close with Douma aka ENVY.

AKAZA as WRATH. he's a king of a nation that already has everything decided for it. Except his bride, Koyuki, who he chose himself.

AKAZA AS KING BRADLEY (and how his hand shookt in anger during rengoku's funeral) he has this twisted view that the weak will inevitably die in the hands of the strong.

KOKUSHIBOU AS PRIDE. Him parading as a tiny child (of course he poses as a human, the son of the king. But he is INDEED DEADLIER, STRONGER than Wrath.) is just so funny. Except he won't be as energetic as Selim Bradley, probably just always curious and "idolizes" the Fullmetal Alchemist aka Tanjirou. THE FIRST SIN THAT FATHER LETS GO OF.

MUICHIROU AS LING YAO. He visits this foreign country looking for a philosopher's stone. He is the representative of their clan because his older brother can't fight like him (added this info). In order to save his clan, he wants to gain information about immortality. He came to the country with his two vassals, Zenitsu (LAN FAN but they're just buddies) and Jigoro (OLD MAN FU), who came from a family that had been serving his for centuries. They're very loyal to him. Muichirou often stresses them out though. HAHAHAHA

Just imagine Mui and co. mooching off food from Tanjirou and Nezuko HAHAHAHAHA

"i cAn'T uNdErsTanD tHiS CouNtRy'S lAnGuagE" whenever he placed the siblings or himself in trouble HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

Mui collapsing on the side of the road and forgetting his entry pass and being sent to jail is PEAK COMEDY

HIM HAVING CONVERSATIONS ABOUT WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A KING WITH AKAZA THOUGH. While holding an injured zenitsu over his shoulders. OH MY GOD.

Zenitsu sacrificing his hand for them to escape is just wow. If Jigoro is Old Man Fu, he would die. Ouch. (I initially thought of genya as lan fan and sanemi as old man fu but I had plans for sanemi)

So that means Muichirou will be GREED.

INOSUKE WILL BE MEI LING.

Giyuu will be Izumi, Tanjirou and Nezuko's sensei. As seen with his Kimetsu Academy counterpart, his training would be HELL. I'd like to say he is married to Sabito (HE'S ALIVE, SABITO WILL BE SIG). They were living well before Giyuu's sister inexplicably died, and he tried to revive her with alchemy. He had seen the Truth as well.

Sloth will just be GYOMEI TO GIVE A THRILL WITH THE FIGHT. But instead of the sloth in fmab, imagine if Gyomei isn't really evil, but was forced to do what he has to, or else the children he was caring for would die (or something)

Tengen???????? (OR ANY OF HIS WIVES AS Olivier Mira Armstrong???? I JUST THINK TENGEN'S INITIAL PERSONALITY TOWARDS TANJIROU AND CO WOULD BE LMAO)

UROKODAKI AS MARCO.

I CAN'T THINK WHO WILL BE SCAR. SANEMI CAME TO MIND I'M SO SORRY.

When Mui and Tanjirou got sucked in Gluttony's stomach and lmao at tanjirou finding Nezuko's armor hand and going, "TIME FOR MY TELEPATHIC POWERS TO AWAKEN, KAMADO TELEPATHY OHHHHH NEZUKO HEAR ME!!!" and Muichirou deadpan going, "have fun with that"

They would eat BOOT SOUP

Fast forward to all the dramas

Obanai going lowkey insane with finding out who killed Rengoku. He finds Douma and Douma congratulates him on finally finding Rengoku's killer.

Obanai scoffing, "I doubt Kyojurou was killed by someone dumb like you."

Douma going all laughter, saying, "Stupid? What's stupid is people who would fall for this!!!" Then he transforms into Ruka or Senjurou.

Oh the way Obanai's look changed and Mitsuri instantly knew hell would start.

Mitsuri pointing a gun to Obanai's head on the onslaught of happenings and Obanai raising his hand, "What's this about, Lieutenant?"

Mitsuri smiling knowingly, "You tell me. The colonel calls me ~Mitsuri~ when we're alone."

Obanai widens his eyes and instantly reveals himself as Envy and says, "You had a thing going on?!"

Mitsuri smiling, shooting him, "I lied. Thanks for falling for it."

She tried to kill him but is soon overpowered.

Douma laughs, exclaiming, "I will rip you to shreds and show you to your precious colonel!"

But then Obanai arrives.

Obanai going, "what are you planning on doing with my irreplaceable subordinate?" to douma is peak 👌👌👌 when the latter started targeting mitsuri (their other counterpart where douma is a con artist but disappeared after meeting mitsuri and/or obanai is so funny)

Anyway just their heartfelt moment of "If you die, I'll follow"

FAST FORWARD MORE

Obanai going, "I'm surprised you can see in this darkness, fullmetal" because his one eye is already canonically almost blind BUT HIM GOING FORCEFULLY COMPLETELY BLIND HURTS ME.

I'm so obsessed with them. But that's all for now.

[blue-razzslushie]

Hogwart Legacy AU: Prof.Sharp

Hey chat, how would you feel if I said I forgot I was doing the deep dive of characters with my MC? I was busy dragging myself out of art block but HERE WE GO!!! (I picked this one via a spin wheel, this one is longer then the others ones I've done because firstly my MC is closer with this John Wick wannabe then the others I've done so there's more to write, and secondly because I may or may not be making a fanfic for these two losers, so I have more ideas etc ^^

First Impression:

Sharp:

✭He's heard a lot about the new student even before entering his class, Survived a Dragon attack and first day of classes saving Hogsmeade from Trolls?? Impressive sure but. . . Problem child much??

✭Pretty skilled with potions for a first timer, Not to mention the fact that they managed to stay on task even after Mr.Weasleys attempt at persuasion. Yet again Impressive, and impressing this man is like taking a Dungbog.

Rory:

✭Honestly didn't understand the constant talk about the professor once actually meeting him. They've heard him get called Intimidating, which is true, then again they've faced a troll and an enchanted armor. However, he isn't purposely cruel like they've heard. . . He's just blunt. Just like them fr!

✭Almost immediately one of their favorite professors, straight to the point. That's how they liked it. They liked potions anyway, its like baking in a way. . . They like baking :]

Overall Dynamic/Relationship:

✭ah yes, the classic and never old trope of a grumpy ass man taking a traumatized child under his wing. Starts off as a Mentor and Apprentice Duo, changes into a Adoptive father child duo. [Which they both PROFUSELY DENY for as long as possible] Y'all know it, you love it, it's great. Don't lie you know it's great

✭Mfs are literally same person different font prove me wrong. Sarcastic, Grumpy asf, Straight to the point, PAINFULLY blunt. Like come on man! They give Joel and Ellie or like Batman and Nightwing istg prove me wrong it's impossible.

Over the storyline [Also Fanfic lore!!]:

I don't really mind spoiling parts of the thing I'm writing, if anything it'll help people understand the relationship more!! So here on out I'm gonna talk about my AU so there will be interactions out of game!! It isn't apart of canon!! [Theses events begin to take place after the first trial]

✭One of the most important things Sharp was well known for, his miraculous perception and observance skills. Over the first half of the semester, the Potions Professor clearly noticed things the other staff didn't

✭The new 5th year always seemed to be running in and out of school, Barely making it to classes and at times not attending them at all. Every time, Fig always somehow had a alibi or excuse for them. Not to mention they somehow always have bruises or other random marks on them.

✭Nobody was that clumsy, especially them, he's seen them before and they are in no way a clutz who rams into things as they claim to be.

✭Let me tell you, His spidey senses were TINGLING.

✭Something was going on here, something behind the lines. He was going to find out what, that's for damn sure. If a student is in danger, he'll get to the bottom of it. Damn firm sense of justice

✭First thing he tried to do was ask the Fig about it, as he seems to be knowing more then he's letting on. Especially with his odd request for the potions master to try and find out whatever he could about the Goblins for Merlin's sake

✭Professor sharp MAY have implyed either Fig is purposely putting the student in danger or he didn't care about them all too much. As you would expect, that didn't settle so well, tense conversation turned to a heated argument. Ending it with a slam of a door and getting absolutely no where in his investigation.

✭He could ask the student directly, but judging by how stubborn they are. He doubts he would get a straight answer. . . If one at all. Not like he could tell the headmaster without any proper proof then a suspicious feeling, as if the irritating man would listen.

✭He was at a standstill, deciding to take a walk to thing. . .when he paused at seeing a disillusioned student walking around the main hall. . .wait a minute is that

✭It was Rory, speak of the devil. As he would with any other student he confronted them, after all this hadn't been the first time they've been caught by staff sneaking around at the dead of night. He ultimately decided a weeks worth of detention was suitable, he was in a mood okay give him a break

✭Rory of course was NOT pleased by this news, they had things to do. Ancient magic to discover, trials to prepare for, Demiguise statues to find!! They didn't have the time to scrub cauldrons!! Nevertheless they had to go, despite Figs protests to sharp which fell on dead ears

✭The detentions were. . .not as horrible as expected to say the least. Instead of scrubbing cauldrons the entire time, it became more of a extra class. Sharp, in his downtime brewed potions for the hospital wing and. . . Another project for the headmaster. He always did it himself but since they were here, why not get the kid to help him out a bit? Get ingredients for him, mince them, juice horklumps etc,,,

✭Sharp, for some unknown reason sort of enjoyed the students presence. They were helpful, but not a pushover. Respectful, but also seemed to have a sense of humor judging by the few sarcastic back and forths. They seemed to actually like to learn, being a fast learner at that. A wonderful quality when he began to actually sort of Mentor them with things other then Potions

✭Rory sorta felt the same way, it was a simpler thing to do that week, something that while not being optional was still enjoyable. Turns out the professor has a LOT of story's about His Auror days he surprisingly seems fond of speaking of. While he does emphasize the dangers and tribulations of the job, he doesn't seem to have hated it. If anything it still seems like just as much of a passion as it was when he was an Auror. Maybe they could be an Auror someday. . .

✭After the weeks detentions were over, It was almost a silent agreement that Rory could still return to help and learn a few tips. That was until around winter [aka, after the third trial]. They seemed to act a bit different, More anxious and jumpy. Slowly beginning to not return as much to the classroom. The Professor didn't mind, Whatever, they have their own things to do. However don't think Sharp forgot about the odd behavior from earlier this year, he still knew something was going on. Still kept a good eye on them

✭Rory after the confrontation with Ranrok and the Loss of Lodgok, unfortunately ran out of wiggenwelds and was in no shape to get to the ROR. So It wasn't until they walked into the potions classroom at 3 in the morning under the impression that the Potions Professor was already gone, drenched in blood did all hell broke loose

✭WHAT. WHEN. HOW. IS THAT A ENTIRE CHUNK OUT OF THEIR ARM MISSING???? WHY ARE THEY MORE CONCERNED ABOUT HIM BEING MAD????Safe to say the Professor wasn't pleased to see the student on their deathbed. After getting a few potions in them, it was the quickest this man has moved towards the nearest floo flame to the Hospital Wing

✭Next morning Sharp DEMANDED answers. They tried to pass it off as a wrong place but come on he isn't that daft!! Same time he was trying to push answers out of them, fig came to visit! That made his mood somehow sour more. How was this man so calm? This kid almost died!?

✭The Professors got into a squabble like schoolchildren until Rory had to break it up, promising the professor answers later. Nurse Blainey shooing him out of hospital Wing for "trying to interrogate a patient at 8AM". Sharp was pissed, but decided to be patient. He swears to Merlin if he gets another blatant lie he is going to throw a FIT.

✭He got answers. . . But it wasn't anything he was expecting. Ancient magic? Goblins?? Ranrok?? He had to sit down for a moment istg. This kid was single handedly trying to save the wizarding world while SOMEHOW KEEPING IT UNDER WRAPS? If he wasn't so damn worried and downright flabbergasted he would be genuinely proud.

✭He was asked to keep it on the downlow for now, by both Fig and the student. He honestly didn't know what to do, so he just vowed to help as much as he could. Much to Figs dismay of course. . .

✭He got radio silence from both the kid and their mentor for the next day. Seemingly to vanish off the face of the bloody earth. It wasn't until Professor Weasley was pounding on his door yelling about an attack on the school did things become more tense. Of course Rory had something to do with this. . . Didn't they?

✭Rest of the battle of hogwarts goes as usual, wasn't until the goblins began to actually fall back did the professor set his mind on the kid again. Attempting to find them, and eventually he did!! Yay!! He found them in the slowly but surely collapsing cavern, more distraught and upset then he had ever seen. Oh. . . Not yay

✭Fig was dead, they were in the middle of having a blown panic attack. This wasn't what he was hoping to come back to. He tried to help as much as possible, wasn't too much help tho. He was never good with emotions

✭Rory felt dizzy, fuzzy. . .like really fuzzy. It was like they weren't in control of their own body. After a moment if struggle passing out themself. Which the potions professor. . .absolutely wigged out. Eventually the other professors showed up just in time. . . Well not really

Aftermath/Future:

✭Rory was apparently in a small coma, damage to the head, body over exhausted, not to mention a concussion and several other severe wounds. They were inthe hospital Wing for a good few days

✭To say the professor was worried was a rather huge understatement. Besides Professor Weasley he was up in the Hospital Wing the most. Killed his leg, but that wasn't on his mind. As much as he knows he liked the kid, it felt odd to feel this worried about someone. Ever since his partner died (who aka in my Au was a brother to him) , he's never really felt so concerned, He hid it under a scowl tho

✭Once Rory woke up, they got their ear chewed off for not coming to him with this sooner, not being careful, giving him a heart attack. And also they unfortunately got the harsh demand of a full explanation, nothing left out. They agreed (thank Merlin he did NOT have the patience to fight with them on it anymore)

✭The next week or two they did not leave this man's sight. It only got worse after they managed to sneak out of the castle with Mrs.Onai and defeat Harlow. He was totally correct in his first assumption they were a problem child. If they tried to get out if the castle, "And just where do you think you're running off to?".

✭After the school year ended, and the MANY meetings with the ministry were over. Sharp was officially given the role of Rory's new mentor to help catch then up over the Summer. Not that neither of them had a problem with that of course. . . He did have a few more stories to share after all

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG, I HAVE BEEN HYPER FIXATING ON THEM SO BAD AND LIKE GUH. Curse my cringe ass Parental issues. But anyway, Probably going to start writing the fic I mentioned now that this is gonna be posted. I have an outline for what I'm writing so it'll be nice! Still expect a few drawings here and there dw!!

[slasherfckr]

hey!! :)) just stopping by to drop a head-canon request! what if thomas hewitt had no choice but to skip town? like if the movie ended differently and he had to leave his rural home. maybe reader finds him injured along the side of the road and decides to help him out or reader assumes he’s trying to hitchhike and gives him a ride? this ride ends up with him staying at readers home because he has nowhere else to go? basically what if thomas had to live in a more modern setting with the reader. thank you sm for your time hun! ~🤩

Ohhh I like this idea 😍😍😍 Okay so I'm gonna go off the TCM: The Beginning's ending (The prequel sequel for the 2003 remake) just cause it'll be easier for me to write this out. It'll be more of a "what if..." Scenario as well

Also I apologize for splitting it into multiple parts. Can't express all my ideas on this topic in just one post

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Thomas Hewitt x afab!Reader - Modern Living (pt 1)

⚠️Warnings⚠️ Mentions of death (obviously)

*Okay so....Only way I can see Thomas ever leaving his home is if his family died during the events of TCM: The Beginning.

*Like, instead of just shooting Monty's leg, the Biker goes straight for the kill and get him right in the chest or something. He doesn't hesitate to do the same with Luda Mae when she comes into the room

*Hoyt sneaks up on him and holds him while calling for Tommy to come do his thing. Biker's death is still relatively the same. He gets cut in two with the saw

*Now when Dean escapes with the Final Girl (sorry forgot her name), but stops to beat the hell out of Hoyt, he doesn't stop when his knocks his teeth out. No he keeps going until you couldn't even recognize Hoyt anymore.

*Dean's death is also the same. Gets gutted by Tommy with the saw from behind. Rest of the ending plays out the same honestly, until when Tommy pops out of the back of the car to kill the final girl and the car crash happens

*He gets out of the car but instead of walking away back to the house, he drops to his knees and let's out a painstaking wail as reality hits him. His whole family was dead. He had nothing. He had nobody.

*He kinda just stays there on his knees until a car comes driving up.

*Its you, on your way home to Dallas

*You ran a bakery in Dallas and had to make an emergency delivery pretty far out. Only reason you did this was because it was a close family friend who needed a wedding cake on short notice

*You immediately stopped your car as you came up to the scene of the crash, where Tommy was still in the middle of the road

*"Holy Shit, are you okay?!" You call out to him. You kept a spare medkit in your vehicle because your nephews always managed to somehow get papercuts when you watched them for your sibling

*You go and kneel down beside him and try to reach out and apply disinfectant to the cut on his forehead but he grabs your hand roughly. Felt like he was about to snap it like a twig

*"Ah! Stop it! I'm just trying to help you..." You winced in pain but managed to look at him right in the eyes. You just noticed he wore a leather mask that covered half his face. You wondered why he wore that but quickly shook off the thought so you could focus on helping the man.

*You two looked at each other for what felt like an eternity before he slightly released his grip on you. Just barely though, as he wanted you to know that if you tried anything, he could and would snap you

*So you went ahead and gently applied the disinfectant while trying to make small talk

*"So...why are you out here? What are you doing here?" You got no answer in response. The mysterious man just kept on watching you carefully

*"If...you don't have anywhere to go, I can let you come with me. I live over in Dallas so it might be a while before we get back. Doesn't seem right to me if I just left you out here on the road alone..."

*After you finished, you applied a small bandage and got up

*"So...if you wanna come, you can. If not, well...I hope you stay safe."

*You smiled at the man and got back to your car. You sighed and put up the medkit before starting the vehicle up. The man was still in the road, just watching you. Guess he wasn't coming after all

*You looked back to see if it was safe to reverse your car but then a door slam scared the hell out of you

*"OH MY GOD!" You quite literally felt your heart skip a few beats as you turned your head to the mysterious man, who was now in your passenger seat

*"At least say something first...You scared the living hell out of me."

. . .

*You got him back to your home in Dallas. As soon as you got back, you let him take a shower while you tried looking for clothes he could wear.

*You eventually found some clothes that belonged to your ex that he never came back for. You closed your eyes as you opened the door a little and slid the clothes in, quickly closing the door after.

*While he took what seemed a like a much needed shower, as he was in there for a good couple of hours, you started on dinner despite arriving at home around 2 in the morning

*You decided to make spaghetti. It was quick and easy to make. You had finished dinner and had plates for the both of you made when the man finally emerged from the bathroom. The clothes barely fit him. You reminded yourself to take him clothes shopping after you both rest

*You led him to the table and had him sit down. You brought over the plates of spaghetti and put his plate down in front of him before going to your seat with your plate

*"Sorry if it's not to your liking. I can't cook very well. I'm more of a baker than a chef." You laughed before digging into your food

*The man just looked at you before slowly picking up his fork. He poked the pasta a couple times. Was this his first time having spaghetti?

*The man seemed extremely hesitant but eventually he took off his mask. His face was covered in sores and scars. Despite that, he was really attractive.

*Soon he took a fork full of pasta to his mouth and almost immediately his eyes lit up. He started eating as though he hasn't had a decent meal in forver

*"Do you really like my cooking that much? Guess my family was wrong. I can cook something decent." You laughed and took another bite of your food.

*The man had cleaned his plate before you could even finish half of yours

*"You're really hungry. Just how long were you out there? Would you like some more?" He gave you a nod in response

*As you got up to get him more, you eyed the parmesan cheese you forgot about on the counter

*"Oh my god if you love plain spaghetti, you should try some with some parmesan on it. Absolutely delicious."

*You brought him his plate along with the cheese. He looked at the cheese then at you before grabbing it and adding some to his pasta.

*You didn't think the man could look anymore happy than he did when he ate the spaghetti with parmesan on it

*Seeing him so happy made you happy as well. Suddenly you realized you didn't even know the man's name. How could you invite someone to you place to stay without asking their name????

*"I forgot to ask earlier. What's your name?"

*He paused before signing something to you

"Thomas Brown Hewitt"

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Ahhh sorry it was so long! I'll try to get to the next part ASAP as soon as I catch up on my other asks 😖 Thank you for reading!!!!!

[walkingstackofbooks]

Just a little ficlet that I doubt will make it into anything larger.

Post-canon Cardassia: Julian asks Ezri (and Dax) to be a part of his and Garak's wedding.

It had been lovely to properly catch up with Julian, and see how happy he was now. Conversation had flowed as easily as ever as they ambled along; it was hard to believe they'd once thought that dating-and-breaking-up would stop them from being friends.

Ezri wasn't sure how long they'd been walking when Julian came to a sudden stop, flexing his hands in that way he did when he was worried about something.

"Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you. Well, you and Dax. If that makes sense? A couple of things, really," he said. Ezri wondered how many times he'd silently rehearsed that, only for it still to come out so awkwardly.

"Go on?"

"Um, first of all - will you be my best man? At the wedding?"

Ezri laughed, taken aback, but Julian seemed completely serious. "Me?" she said, incredulously. "I mean, I'm flattered that you're asking - but I'd have thought you'd have wanted Miles?"

Julian nodded, chuckling through gritted teeth. "Yes... and no - I was trying to decide who of you I'd ask. No offence!" he added hurriedly, probably realising how that sounded. "But, you see, the thing is that Garak asked Miles before I could."

"Garak? Why?"

Julian sighed, rolling his eyes. "Garak says that since it's a human tradition, he felt it was only proper to ask one of his human friends - actually, "acquaintances" was how he put it. Personally, I think he's just doing it to irritate both of us - but I don't have any proof. Yet."

Although he had tried to sound cross about it, Julian couldn't stop a fond smile breaking across his face. "I still can't believe I'm going to marry him," he mused, looking off into the distance contentedly before snapping back to face Ezri. "Well, anyway - will you do it?"

"Of course," she replied warmly, taking his hands in her own. "I'd love to."

He squeezed her hands tightly in gratitude. "Great," he grinned. "That's... that's really great, Ezri. Thank you."

As she stepped back, letting go of him, she could see that despite his happiness, there was still an air of anxiety around him.

"And the second thing?" she prompted, assuming that was the cause.

"Ah, yes," Julian said, smile slipping for a moment, some heaviness stealing into his expression. His gaze wandered off over her shoulder.

"Julian?"

Unexpectedly, he laughed, straightening up as he looked at her again. "I'm sorry, it's just that I really don't have any right to ask this of you," he said, hands - as usual - accompanying his words with haphazard gestures. "But... well... I wanted to ask if you'd plan the afterparty?"

"Me?" she asked, laughing again, unable to think of a different way to reply. "Julian, I'm not really a party person. I'm sure you could find someone who would actually know what they're doing. I wouldn't know where to start!"

"I know," he replied, "but Dax does, right?"

She frowned, trying to work out what he was getting at. Julian closed his eyes for a moment, sighing.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, "I was just hoping I could ask you as Dax..." He trailed off and looked away, shrugging. "It's probably silly, really. But I haven't been able to shake the thought that if Jadzia were here, nothing would have stopped her from taking over the party plans. And I just thought that maybe, if you did it, it would be like having a little bit of her, there, too."

"Oh, Julian," she breathed, allowing the strangeness of feeling like she was being mourned to wash over her. It was a familiar sensation, but it was far easier to hang on to her own Ezri-ness nowadays, and she shook herself back into the present.

"Well, I can't guarantee it'll live up to your expectations - but I'll do my best," she promised sincerely. "For you, and for Jadzia."

He smiled back, shakily. "It's not too much to ask?"

"Not at all," she reassured him, although she wasn't entirely certain that was true. She'd cross that bridge when she came to it. "I'm just sorry that you still miss her so much."

He turned his head sharply, as though she'd said something confusing. "I'm not," he said, his wet eyes catching hers with an unusual intensity. She tilted her head, raising her eyebrows in her own silent question.

"I'm not sorry that I miss her, I mean," he explained, voice rough, but steady. "If I didn't, it would mean that I'd forgotten how important she was to me when she was alive - and I'd never want that to happen. Even if it still sometimes hurts to remember her. I wouldn't give up those memories for anything. Not that I can, of course" he added, tapping his forehead. "Perfect recall has to count for something."

Ezri wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. The counsellor part of her wanted to ask if he'd spoken to anyone about how his enhanced memories had impacted on his grief... but she figured now wasn't the right time, and tabled that thought for a future conversation.

"Come on," she said instead, linking her arm through his. "I don't know how much further we've got to walk to get there, but I know we're not there yet."

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Like I said, I don't expect to write this into a whole story - but this conversation was partly the inspiration for the song I made about grieving Jadzia, if you're interested at all :)

(But I can't regret missing you / Even when I know it means / That my heart won't lighten again. / Even losing one memory / Would be the death of me - / You were magnificent / And I won't forget that.)

(Yes, I am having FEELINGS about Jadzia's death and I want to share them so badly 😅😅😅)

[jjmbbg]

headcanons + situations of "being an adopted child of john and abigail marston" [and being jack's older sibling].

• let's say you're about four years older than jack.

• honestly you weren't adopted by them, they just found you in the middle of the road wandering around barefoot and with your clothes a little torn.

• they took you because they felt sorry for you.

• and somehow abigail felt some special connection with you.

• the others in the gang would tease john for being a softie with you.

• although john would be happy to have you, he says it would be nice for jack to have an older sibling, someone else to play with.

• (but then john left)

• jack was one year old when he became the youngest child.

• you would both know how to read and write, although you would always help jack with the difficult words.

• abigail would teach you how to sew, basically it would be the only thing you would know how to do because it's known that she doesn't cook very well, so she couldn't teach you a lot of things.

• arthur was your "favorite uncle" in the gang, along with javier.

• javier taught you how to play the guitar and some words in spanish (he taught you curse words and abigail almost smashed the guitar on his head 'cause of that)

• let's say arthur had a soft side for you, with that in mind, he taught you how to draw.

• so you filled all the tents and notebooks with drawings.

• arthur would also take you fishing with jack.

【 ㅡ could you take care of them for a while?

arthur looked at abigail for a few seconds, agreeing.

you saw him walking towards you, jack was playing with a stick and you were sitting next to him reading his favorite book.

ㅡ whatchu up to?

ㅡ i'm playing ㅡjack answered, looking at him. ㅡ and they're reading to me.

ㅡ anything fun?

ㅡ i guess so ㅡyou said.

ㅡ you wanna come fishing with me?

ㅡ fishing?

ㅡ sounds fun ㅡyou said closing the book and marking the page you were reading.ㅡ does this sound fun to you, jackie?

ㅡ sure. you both are... it's about time that you started to earn your keep.

ㅡ okay.

ㅡ let's go get your pole then. now, you do have a fishing pole, don't you?

ㅡ uncle hosea made us two.

ㅡ cool.

the three of them went to get their fishing poles and mounted their horses, you heard the two of them talking as you looked around. you arrived at the ideal fishing spot and got off, arthur taught you both how to fish.

of course, jack got bored and sat a couple of meters away from you, but you stayed with arthur.

ㅡ how you fellin'? ㅡarthur asked you.ㅡ you know, because of your dad and that stuff.

ㅡ ah, that ㅡyou murmured.ㅡ i'm fine, i guess. mom is too and jack... i think he is too, he doesn't talk about it, although he doesn't fully understand it either.

ㅡ your mother have explained what happened, did she?

ㅡ she did it, but... well, i don't wanna talk about it...

ㅡ alright then. 】

• we know john and abigail were gonna have little girl too.

• i have the hc that she was conceived after their wedding, but she didn't make it.

• so, with that in mind, let's put ourselves in the situation where she should've been born.

• you would have stayed with jack so he wouldn't worry about his mother.

• you know, jack is anxious (canonically).

• you have a memory of hearing your little sister cry.

• however, you never saw her, neither you nor jack.

• and your family never brought the subject up to the table.

• at twelve you would ask john to teach you how to shoot because one day it would be just you and jack, and someone had to take care of him.

【 ㅡ you're twelve, i'm not gonna teach you that ㅡjohn said. but let's be honest, in part he didn't accept because abigail would castrate hi if he did.

ㅡ at my age you-

ㅡ yeah, but i didn't have other options, you do. i'm not gonna take you down that path.

ㅡ i just wanna know how to shoot, one day you will leave and so will mom and it'll be jack and i. i'll have to take care of that fool.

john was certainly be sad, although he will never show it to you. it's not that he didn't want to teach you how to shoot a gun, he just doesn't want you to get excited about learning and want to do things that put you at risk.

he ended up agreeing after many more pleas. 】

• your relationship with jack was the typical relationship of siblings where they fought at breakfast and at dinner they were already reconciled.

• and you would be the first person to come to his defense always, even if he was wrong.

【 ㅡ did you go hunting a bear by yourself? that was dangerous! and- and- stupid!

ㅡ i already know! ㅡjack would scream, then hiss in pain.ㅡ i had enough with pa, and ma would scold me worse. i already learned my lesson or whatever.

ㅡ ... at least let me sew your clothes while you clean up, okay?

ㅡ ... okay.

[...]

ㅡ i did my best at sewing it, and it doesn't look too bad ㅡyou said, extending his clothes to him.ㅡ i also washed them and let them dry, have you rested yet?

ㅡ you don't have to worry about me ㅡhe said annoyed.

ㅡ are you mad at me? ㅡyou asked, almost without being able to believe it.

ㅡ yes- no- i don't know! ㅡhe screeched.ㅡ it's just... i think i'm just mad at myself.

ㅡ and why is that? ㅡyou took a seat next to him on his mattress.

ㅡ i think... that i'm like this because i couldn't catch it...

ㅡ it's okay to not achieve things the first time.

ㅡ no, it's not okay ㅡhe said, standing up as best he could and walked around his room trying to calm down. ㅡ i'm supposed to already know how to do these hunting things, i learned how to skin elk!

ㅡ but it's not the same, jack. it's different to hunt animals that are hunters and animals that are fairly harmless.

ㅡ it doesn't matter anymore. and could you come out of my room? i want to change.

ㅡ let me check your wounds and i'll leave.

ㅡ does mom know?

ㅡ i don't know, i doubt it.

you checked the state of his wounds and changed his bandages.

ㅡ great, will you go now?

ㅡ mhm, just... wait.

in the midst of his struggle to put on his shirt, you hugged him.

ㅡ this is weird ㅡjack murmured, not knowing whether to reciprocate or not the hug.ㅡ very weird.

ㅡ shut up ㅡyou told him.ㅡ i wish you were sixteen forever.

jack seemed to understand what you were talking about, so he allowed himself to reciprocate your hug by murmuring a simple "it's okay." 】

• john's (and uncle's) death would have led you to take care of what was left of your family, trying to maintain order.

• but then abigail died.

• and jack wanted to revenge his family.

• you couldn't stop him.

• and he didn't look back when he left.

• it would have been weeks since jack left without telling you where.

• obviously you couldn't just die, you still had to take care of the farm and for yourself, with or without him.

• one day, while you were driving the cows, you saw him riding through the entrance of the place.

• he had returned.

【 ㅡ okay, little cows, tomorrow you'll go back to grazing ㅡyou told them as if they would understand you.

you got off your horse and went home, when you were going up the stairs in the entrance you saw him.

your stupid brother had already returned.

you smiled and returned on your steps as jack got off his (your dad's) horse and walked towards you. you stood facing each other, not knowing who should speak first.

ㅡ you're back ㅡyou said after a few eternal seconds of silence.

ㅡ i killed someone ㅡhe said.ㅡ i killed him, i- edgar ross died and i caused it.

you looked at him surprised and nodded your head as you listened to him talk about his journey.

ㅡ why did you do it?

ㅡ i told you it was for revenge. someone had to avenge uncle, ma and pa ㅡhe responded cautiously.

ㅡ and do you feel good after having done it?

jack didn't respond, in fact, he wasn't even looking at your face, he had his own hidden behind his hat. you raised your hand to lift him by the chin and make him deign to look you in the eyes and answer your question.

but then he sniffed.

ㅡ jackie... ㅡyou called him, feeling your heart break.

ㅡ it didn't feel good at all ㅡhe cried out.ㅡ i thought it would do it, that something would change, but no... nothing happened.

you hugged him because you knew he wasn't going to ask you to and you also knew it was what he needed most.

ㅡ they're gone... ma, pa, uncle... all gone...

ㅡ i know, jackie, i know. and i'm not going anywhere.

ㅡ pa said the same thing.

ㅡ maybe, but i'm not him. 】

[set-phasers-to-whump]

somewhere to land

prompt: nowhere else to go

whumpee: river cartwright

fandom: slough house

hi here's river & louisa Again...sorry i am just obsessed with them. this is technically book canon (set sometime after book 4) but if you ignore like one or two small details it'll fit with the show too. hope you enjoy!!

She’s hardly expecting anyone. So when there’s a knock at her door, at damn near midnight, she grabs hold of the bat she’s taken to keeping beside her bed and steels herself before looking through the peephole. 

She drops the bat to the ground with a loud clatter. “Fuck,” she mutters, unlocking the door and opening it. 

It’s only River. 

He’s soaking wet and shivering–it’s pouring outside, has been all day–and for a second she’s hit with the image of him unconscious and soaked through on the bank of the Thames. 

She shakes her head, banishing this version of River to the depths of her mind. Whatever else might be the matter, he’s very obviously alive and conscious. 

“Come in,” she says, after a beat too long. She sort of gestures sweepingly to the flat behind her. “Only maybe don’t go too far,” she adds, “seeing as you’re dripping wet.”

River stops just beyond the threshold, shuts and locks the door behind him, and then just stands there. 

He looks fucking miserable. Even if he weren’t dripping rainwater onto the linoleum, she thinks he’d still look fucking miserable. 

“What’s wrong?” she asks, because it’s not as though anything could be right. 

River shrugs halfheartedly. He’s looking around the room, and it doesn’t take Louisa more than a second to realize that he’s avoiding looking at her. 

“River. What’s wrong?”

He looks at her guiltily. She gets the sense that he’s been drinking, though not heavily. 

He shifts on his feet, winces, wraps an arm around his middle. 

Ah. 

“You’re hurt?” She forces herself not to imagine great, bloody wounds lurking beneath his clothes. She’d have noticed, she thinks. 

Right?

“Is it bad?” she asks, when he doesn’t immediately respond. She’s starting to freak out, just a little bit. He’s not usually so quiet, and sure, he doesn’t look like someone on death’s door, but you never know, and anyway maybe–

“It’s not bad,” River says quietly. His cheeks have turned pink, which is good, as this means there’s enough blood still in his body for blushing.

“Well?” Louisa asks, when it becomes clear he’s not going to offer up any other information. 

“It’s just–I was at the pub, and some guy got up in my face, yelling at me, I dunno what about, I didn’t know him, and I was trying to reason with him, and–he started hitting me. Didn’t do much before the bartender got him out, but–look, it’s nothing, really, just some bruises, but–”

His voice gets quiet, so she doesn’t quite hear what he says next. 

“What?”

“I didn’t–it just hurts, a bit, it’s not even that bad anymore but, well. Ididn’twanttobealone, okay?”

Aha. 

“It’s alright,” Louisa finds herself saying. “No shame in it.”

They’re both a little bit beyond shame in front of each other, she thinks. They’ve seen each other through terrible things, awkward things, and pretty much all manner of things in between, and look, she gets it, that desire to not be alone. God fucking knows she gets it. She likes it, actually. That River had come to her. 

True, it’s not like he would’ve had any other options, there’s really nowhere else for him to go–as far as friendships go at Slough House, they’re pretty much each other’s one and only. But still. He’s hurting, albeit not badly, and he’d chosen to come to her. 

It’s kind of nice, is all. 

Anyway. 

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just…let me get you some dry things, okay?” They have to start somewhere, and River’s not going anywhere until he’s dried off. 

She leaves him dripping in the entryway and goes rummaging through her drawers, looking for things that might fit him.

Her fingers brush soft, familiar fabric. A hoodie of Min’s. She sets it aside, smiles to herself, half sad and half fond. 

Eventually, she finds a few things that seem reasonable. A pair of sweats abandoned by a one-night stand ages ago, a big t-shirt she’d won at a fair, fuzzy socks she’d gotten as a Christmas present and has never actually worn.

She fetches a towel from the closet, then returns to River, standing precisely where she’d left him. He’s removed his shoes, placed them beside the door, and he’s in the process of wriggling out of his jacket. 

“There’s a hook on the back of the door,” she offers up, though he could hardly have failed to notice.

“Thanks,” he replies anyway, and hangs up his soaked jacket. 

“Go dry off, take a hot shower, if you like,” she says, holding out the stack of fabric. “I’ll put the kettle on.”

He takes the clothes silently, then trudges to the bathroom. Louisa watches him, eyes the floor for any particularly large drips–she can’t decide how she feels about having become the kind of person that cares so much about water on her floors–and then, when she hears the shower turn on, makes her way to the kitchen.

--

River joins her after a few minutes. He’s still damp but not shivering, and he looks overall a good deal less pathetic than he had standing there on her doorstep. 

Louisa passes him a mug of tea–hers is already half gone–and then just sits there and looks at him. 

“Are you really alright?” she asks, when she can stand the silence no longer.

He looks up at her, slightly startled. “I’m fine, honest. Just sore.”

“Can I…” Louisa stops herself before she can get out the rest of the question. He’d said it was nothing, really. That he’s just sore. 

Except she can’t stop thinking of all the times she’s seen him hurt, the times she’d thought he was dead. 

She just–she wants to make sure for herself, okay?

Even without her having finished her question, River seems to know what it is she wants. 

“I promise, it’s nothing bad. But if you want to make sure…” he trails off as well, looks away. 

She does. She just needs to see for herself that there’s really nothing to worry about. She wants confirmation. 

“If you don’t mind, I mean–it’d be nice, is all. To know you’re not really hurt.”

He nods, slowly, then stands. She doesn’t miss how he winces. 

He raises the hem of the borrowed shirt. The bruises on his torso certainly aren’t pretty, but they’re just that–bruises, one on his stomach and the other on his side. 

She touches them lightly, not really sure what it is she’s looking for. River tenses up when her fingers brush his skin, but then relaxes, breathes out deeply. 

When she’s satisfied herself that he really is fine, they both sink back down into their chairs, wrapping hands around rapidly cooling mugs. 

“I’m sorry I bothered you,” River says quietly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me,” Louisa replies, although she’s not entirely certain that’s true. 

“You answered the door with a bat,” River says, and Louisa laughs. She’d forgotten about that, with everything that had come after. 

River smiles as well, half hidden behind his mug, and Louisa feels compelled to say something else. 

“Well, I was scared, a bit. I mean, yeah, by getting a knock at the door at midnight, but mostly by…by the thought that you might be really hurt.”

She says the last words in a hurry, doesn’t quite meet River’s eyes. “But you’re not, so it’s all alright, really, and mostly I’m just glad you came, ‘cause if you had been really hurt…” I could’ve helped. I could have done something, instead of being somewhere else, not even aware of the fact that you’d died. 

River nods, and she knows he gets it, as much as he can. 

“Thanks for letting me stay,” he replies, although she thinks they both know she wouldn’t turn him away. 

“You’re welcome,” she offers up in acknowledgement, and a comfortable silence settles between them. 

It’ll have to be broken, at some point. They cannot sit at Louisa’s kitchen table indefinitely. Sometime soon, decisions will have to be made. One bed, one couch, a bus ride home…

But all of that is for later. For now, it is them, and the silence, and this is enough.

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[syndrossi]

so since Daemon will end up marrying Laena again and they will most likely have Baela and Rhaena again, i have to ask, will the girls also be twins?

i can just imagine westeros gossip flying “daemon targaryen has another set of twins!” what would everyone else’s reactions be?

daemon, thinking “huh, is it me or is it weird?”

otto finally happy there are SOME girls in the royal family (before remembering they’re daemon’s daughters and he’d rather cut his own hand off than let one of his girls marry into the hightowers)

rhaenys narrowing her eyes like dameon does, “huh, is it him or is it weird?”

what would VISERYS’ reaction be? is his instinct to betroth the half-siblings bc he sees signs in it?

when daemon remarries to rhaenyra, everyone starts wondering if her next pregnancy will also be twins

ooh what about the boys? jon and rhaegar have little sisters and they immediately agree they must protect them at all costs

personally i’m fine with either the girls being twins as well or them being like a year or smth apart. the boys still gain little sisters!

Ah, but is that a given? Daemon is feeling both very contrary right now in regards to Viserys's command and also so worried about the boys that marriage is not something he particularly wants to think about. If not for Viserys's command, he wouldn't think about it at all, honestly. (Unless it's marriage to Rhaenyra, which isn't possible.)

He's in a very different place than canon!Daemon, who had fallen into irrelevance over the course of the Stepstones conflict, especially given the circumstances of his last banishment. That Daemon had no children, no prospects, no power--freeing Laena, daughter of one of his few allies/friends, from her Braavosi betrothed was pretty much his only option, and at age thirty-four, with no children of his own, he probably felt that biological clock ticking.

Resonant!Daemon meanwhile has two sons to build a relationship with, Viserys's favor (though it doesn't feel like it at times), a potential seat for Jon, and 99 problems named Allard, Crayne, Otto, the Stepstones, the Triarchy, or Volantis. The poor guy needs at least a year or two to even consider marriage as a thing he might want.

Whereas Resonant!Laena, now freed from her Braavosi betrothal, will have far more pressure on her from her parents to wed and have a few children, ideally a girl or two, so that they can betroth one to Luke (as the likely heir to Driftmark after Laenor).

Like, Corlys and Rhaenys would love a match between her and Daemon right now, and you can bet that Viserys spoke to Rhaenys about it the very next morning, but they're not going to wait around for him to change his mind, and Laena herself will want to have some agency in her match after the disaster that was her previous one.

We'll get Baela and Rhaena, but they may not be Daemon's.

That said, if Daemon manages to produce another set of twins, it'll probably be taken as a sign of--something. (And if Laena's twins aren't his, there may still be some suspicious eyes turned his way.)

And regardless, I think everyone will be watching Rhaenyra's first pregnancy after marrying Daemon with interest, curious if Daemon's just Like That (TM).