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cyclogenesis · 2 months ago

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hugh jackman/ryan reynolds/blake lively throuple post here we go

So, as a disclaimer, I've never known a single thing in my entire life and I'm not about to start now. That said, here are a bunch of reasons why, if like thirty years from now some tell-all comes out about how they were all in a relationship with each other, I'll be like, "Yes, that is what I suspected. They were not all that subtle about it, tbh."

I just want to start you off with this because it's so, so fucking cute. They're all at the It Ends With Us premiere and Blake and Ryan are getting their pictures taken together, you know, as they do, and then you can see Ryan say "Where's Hugh?" and Blake grabs him to pull him into the shot and then they giggle at each other and it's just, man, they all so obviously adore each other. Look, watch the video!

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Adorable. Alright, I'm choosing a random place to jump in because if I try to do this chronologically I'll get too intense about timelines. Bear with me.

So, Hugh spent a lot of time with Blake and Ryan after his divorce was finalized in 2023. A lot.

Here are Ryan and Hugh three days after the split was announced in late September. (x)

They all went to a football game with Taylor Swift shortly after that. (x)

Then they were all together for Hugh's 55th birthday on October 12th. (x)

Through late October they were all spending time with each other still, including at a little house party they all attended with Taylor Swift at Bradley Cooper's place. No pictures of them together but just saying. (x)

Just Hugh's birthday post for Ryan around then...the heart. So true king, couldn't agree more.

Well, people go on social outings with their friends during tough times. Okay. No, totally. I'd just like you to sit with this, from Blake's September 2024 Vogue cover story:

“They are megawatt stars,” Hugh Jackman tells me over the phone from London, talking about Blake and her husband. “These are like old-school megawatt stars…and of course I’ve spent many hours with them, like in pajamas just hanging out in their house with their nine hundred children and dogs and it is just as normal as can be, and Blake will be baking and cooking and saying, ‘Let’s make pizza,’ and then the next thing you turn around,” he says, describing her changing for an event, “and there she is, this incredible star. It’s…it’s astonishing to me.”

Many hours with them, like in pajamas just hanging out in their house...

It's that they're having fucking sleepovers for me. Hugh is a recently single man in his mid-fifties. Do you know a lot of men that age who have sleepovers with their married friends? No, not because he needs a couch to sleep on after the divorce. He has houses. The three of them live in the same fucking city. If Hugh wanted to go home at night it's a...ten minute drive, maybe? (Blake and Ryan are in Tribeca and Hugh's in Chelsea. Yes I looked this up.) Even if he's not staying at their apartment, but at their house in Pound Ridge an hour outside the city (Yes, I looked this up!!), it's not like that's their summer place upstate where friends and fam come to stay for like, a weekend vacation. That's just their fucking house, that's their primary residence. Furthermore, although there is a guest house on that estate (rich people. jesus), I'd like to put forth that you're not going to step out the guest house in your jammies and scamper across the grounds at bedtime. I posit that he just stays in the main house with them for reasons of maximum domesticity.

And just like, again, going off his own words, the scenario here is Hugh in his pajamas seeing Blake get ready to go to an event, presumably not with Ryan, because why would he be lounging watching them both get glammed--so he and Ryan in their comfy clothes observing as she heads out and they stay there together with the kids. (Also supposition here but it would make sense for them to be in the city apartment if there are events to go to...so just once again, in his pajamas because he stayed over even though his own place is ten minutes away. Like.)

Man. Stars...are they just like us?

(Also from that article where Blake talks about 'her love of Jackman': “He’s a guy who will show up for you anytime or place. Whether it’s public or private, that man shows up!” Girl, I bet he does. Also can a man show up if he never leaves in the first place.)

Did I even fucking mention that in the Vogue article in question they called in Hugh to star in a photoshoot with Blake inspired by To Catch A Thief?

Man I fucking guess! With the vision of them playing love interests fresh in your mind, let's just close out this section with more of Hugh enthusing about how gorgeous Blake is:

And she’s, as I said, walking around in pajamas and then five minutes later—it’s Elizabeth Taylor! At the height of her beauty. And you’re like, What? How? And it’s totally…it’s miraculous. It’s a beautiful thing to watch.

Normal way to talk about your best friend's wife. And god we get it, you're all hanging out in your pajamas after sleeping together, in the same house I mean! They're the first people you want to see in the morning and the last people you want to see at night and that's great for you!

But staying with them, okay, I fully accept that like, maybe this is just a thing I don't get as a person who's never had a break-up the recovery from which I felt necessitated spending weeks with my married couple best friends and their multitude of children. I ran across this LaineyGossip post about this time period that I'll excerpt here: In my experience, this is what happens often when someone goes through a breakup – you basically hunker down with your friends. (...) So when I see this scene, of Hugh, Ryan, and Blake, I get it, I know what this is. Or at least I presume I know what this is. For the next little while, Hugh is going to be hunkered down with his boy and Blake.

That is, btw, LaineyGossip of "which could mean nothing" fame. So there's a gift of phrasing here, which must be why "Or at least I presume I know what this is" keeps marquee-ing through my head followed by the neon flashing lights of "his boy".

I don't know, it's interesting. It's just interesting! Aren't you all like "Hmm!"

But maybe you're still like, dude they are just friends. Grown-up married friends can have frequent pajama parties with their newly single best friend. Okay, you're right, maybe they're not all fucking. You know, fine. But it's an indisputable fact that they have thought about it to the point that it's, I think, a running joke between them that they all, you know, could be fucking in some combination. A running joke for at least nine years, because this is from 2016:

Congratulations to the three of them and their jokes about Ryan getting cucked! I think that's really fun. This is also the interview where Ryan tells Hugh that he's "fucking gorgeous" so, whatever in the absolute fuck the three of them are doing I'm just happy to be subjected to their little psychosexual games while they're at it. I for one think their kink is okay and consider it an honor to be non-consensually witnessing it. (gifset link!)

Just, interestingly, Hugh's 55th birthday is not the only one he spent with Ryan. They were also together for his 49th birthday in 2017:

Chatting to Triple J Grill Team, Hugh told the radio panel that his good friend Ryan Reynolds flew all the way to Atlanta just to celebrate his 49th birthday with him. “[I'm] working in Atlanta doing a movie here, and then I’ll go out tonight to a nice steak restaurant with my buddy, with my best mate out here - Ryan Reynolds. He flew in especially," the Wolverine star told the breakfast show. When asked whether or not Ryan was in the area, Hugh told the team: "No he’s just flew in, you know because he’s my best mate and he said I want to be there on your big day."

Listen, all respect to Hugh's marriage. I literally have no idea what the fuck was going on there, I hope he was just happily married for a long time and it was great and it ended amicably and everyone's doing fine. I'm just pointing out that it's low-key crazy work that, from what it sounds like, Hugh was going to be working and wife-less and alone on his birthday, and Ryan was like no, I am going to get on a plane and fly two and a half hours to come and take you out on a nice dinner date for your birthday. And Blake presumably kissed the father of her (at the time) two children and said yes of course you are. Don't let him be wife-less in Atlanta, go get your man.

You know, which isn't to say that there's not from time to time a gentle tug of war between Ryan's wife and husband. Here's a random little post from 2018 where Blake jokes about Ryan loving Hugh more than her. Oh you crazy kids. (Hugh posted that they were all three at the coffee shop later that year!)

Okay here's one that just absolutely kills me. So it's known that Ryan was on set for It Ends With Us a fair bit because, you know...Justin Baldoni is a fucking predator. But I've seen rumors (sorry, it's a pain in the ass to find sources) that Hugh stepped in to be around as well and be there for her when Ryan couldn't. This is from a DM article about Blake filming the movie in New Jersey one morning in January 2024, which includes this lone shot captioned "Later on that day she was seen hanging out with pal Hugh Jackman". That's it, no further info, just Hugh and Blake and baby Olin.

Here's Blake in July 2024 wearing a shirt from Hugh's clothing line and calling him her other man. (x)

God, so...I haven't even gotten to the Deadpool and Wolverine press tour. Christ alive, you guys. I'm going to pick a small selection of things that made me feel the most like howling at the moon and you're going to have to take my word for it or get clicking, this post is already so long.

Ryan made a video for Blake while she was out promoting It Ends With Us about how he misses her and wants her to come home, this starts at 6:25 during this interview. Hugh pops into the video and says to her, "Please come back. I can't kiss him anymore. I can't keep pretending to be you."

I don't normally go in for like, analyzing facial expressions and all that, but this post theorizing the throuple from last September features a video where Hugh's talking about eating a lot of pastries and says, "It's just a lot, it's like a threesome, there's too much information," and my god, the look on Ryan's face as he processes this and then he's like, "Who put a nickel in you today??" like, I don't know man! It sure is a reaction to have! I'm just leaving this here as a slice of salami in the context sandwich of this whole post!

And then there's Blake calling Ryan while they're doing an interview and she's like "I didn't think you were actually on a press tour. I thought you were just honeymooning," and Ryan goes "No we're not! We're not actually just on vacation together," and again, just again, it's at the very least a running joke between them about how doesn't it seem like they are all fucking!

What else did they do in 2024 after spending all this time with each other? Well, Ryan and Hugh had a joint birthday party in October with the family, obviously. I think it's nice that they both wore pretty shades of blue and let the grey hair grow in so they could look even more like husbands who are in love and growing old together. I am going to have a meltdown, thanks for checking in.

I just wanted this in here, it's a little flashback to Hugh and Ryan taking a walk with each other on Christmas Eve in 2019. I think it's cute that they all spend birthdays and holidays with each other.

And as a follow-up to that, this post points out that a photo Hugh posted on Christmas Eve 2023 was taken in the lobby of Blake and Ryan's apartment building. Fine.

Now we're going to talk about relationship dynamics. Are you good? Do you need to get up and get a glass of water? I have more stuff to tell you about. Stay hydrated. So, if you do enough Googling you will eventually run across various listicles that are like "Ten times Blake and Ryan adorably trolled each other" and "A timeline of Ryan and Hugh's hilarious fake feud" and eventually you'll be like, can we call it something other than trolling. I am tired of that word. But then after you try to think of another way to put it and come up blank, and read some of these stupid listicles that reference allegedly cute Instagram comments they didn't screenshot and that Meta will never, ever let you find, what you will eventually realize is that they're all describing the exact same type of relationship.

In fact, here's Hugh calling it the same thing: 'There's no doubt it's a lot of fun because let's face it, it's one of the great – it should be an Olympic sport – trolling Ryan Reynolds,' Hugh joked. (x) Yes, you and his wife are co-gold medalists.

So, with that in mind, here's Hugh and Ryan talking about each other in People magazine (sidebar: this is excerpted from the accompanying video of them interviewing each other, which is absolutely worth your 22 minutes, they are very sincere and adorable in it and also it ends with Ryan talking about what they rely on each other for, and Hugh goes, "Your apartment 😁" and Ryan laughs and goes "Ah, the roommate that keeps on giving" and then they exchange I love yous, GOD, they're so!!! Anyway writing this fucking doorstop fantasy novel of a post has sent me on a quest watching more stuff from summer '24 and my god they do joke constantly about how Hugh basically lives with Blake and Ryan, but there is no punchline to that joke so it comes off sounding like Hugh just...lived with them for awhile, and they're both like tee-hee about it. Fuck me, oh my god, okay, onto the quotes):

“And ever since I've known you, and I would say in particular in like the last five, 10 years, we've had more time where we go for our walks because you're an unbelievable listener," adds Jackman. "So you can tell me anything and I can tell you anything, and I don't feel like you're going to be judging or necessarily giving me the answer: ‘Do this.’ And I think that has been the key.” The feeling is mutual. “I think the secret sauce to a long-lasting Hollywood friendship is not too dissimilar to having a partner or a marriage,” says Reynolds, speaking to Jackman. “I am genuinely rooting for you, all the time. I want you to win. It’s the same way I feel about Blake. As I'm rooting for her, I know she's rooting for me, and it's why we're so connected.”

I just think it's interesting. I think it's interesting when you see that Ryan and Hugh became friends pretty quickly with this cute little teasing/bantery relationship from the jump where they fondly rib each other all the time, and they made an effort to stay friends and then became really good friends over the years, and then Ryan and Blake start going together, and got married within a year (after buying a house with each other after six months together. lunatic behavior, god bless), and it was pretty immediately apparent after that that they also have this adorable teasing/bantery relationship where they fondly rib each other all the time...

And just when you're like damn, it's kinda like Ryan married the girl version of Hugh, and his best friend Hugh is the boy version of Blake, Ryan's like no that's tea. Having a long-lasting friendship is like being married to that person. I feel the same about Hugh as I do about Blake.

And then you're like oh well those are certainly...words...that have meanings...

I'm sorry to put a fucking TikTok in here but we use what we have. And I need you to hear Ryan say, "My wife Blake calls Hugh my other wife."

Yeah, that makes sense. I've seen references to Blake also calling Hugh her other husband, but I can't find the source for that because Google would rather laugh openly at me as I beg it to function. Also, here are various things about them all...just like, co-parenting Blake and Ryan's kids.

'They’re all kind of in love with Uncle Hughey over here, so that worked out pretty well,' Ryan told Extra on Monday. 'My kids prefer everything Hugh to me,' he quipped as The Greatest Showman actor chimed in, 'Mainly just as a parent.' The father-of-four revealed that the 55-year-old actor's films are watched on repeat in his household. 'They watched The Greatest Showman more than the editor for The Greatest Showman,' Ryan said. 'And sometimes I come home, and this guy’s actually acting it out with them and that’s kind of amazing,' he added of Jackman's relationship to their kids. (x)

Sometimes Ryan comes home to his house, because he wasn't there, but Hugh is there already, I guess just being at Blake and Ryan's house entertaining their children, which makes sense because he's at their house all the time, "ha ha" (?). Uncle Hughey...also, I noted down the following exchange between them from some fucking thing related to this subject that I watched and then accidentally closed bc I have so many tabs open that my laptop fan is wailing like it's being tortured. You and me both, buddy.

Ryan: Get out of my house every once in awhile. Hugh: I would if you turned up and parented.

Feisty! It's a funny joke because Hugh lives with them and co-parents their children. Don't you find that funny. Don't you feel so normal about that.

Here's a photo of Hugh talking to one of their kids on the DP&W set while Ryan looks on fondly. (x) There has been much talk about how their third daughter Betty is obsessed with him. She gets a shoutout in the DP&W credits as the "Hugh Jackman Wrangler".

Bonus: Hugh's multiple photo IG feed post wishing a happy birthday to RYAN'S MOM last year. God. Family! Just, you know, in-law things!!

So, to summarize: Ryan sure fucking has a type, personality-wise. (Aesthetically I think his type is: Hot.) He feels the same way about Hugh as he does about Blake, his words! They have been joking with each other about their throuple dynamic for like, at least ten years. They all frequently go out of their way to spend birthdays and holidays with each other. Hugh is basically a third parent to Blake and Ryan's children (honestly there's a lot more to back this one up, this just already took me fucking forever). I think it's safe to conclude that Hugh lived with them for a pretty significant amount of time. I also didn't mention it above, but what got me on this track in the first place was the announcement last November that Ryan was working on a non-Marvel project to star himself and Hugh. When I read that I was like wow, you couldn't wait two entire seconds after finishing a long summer of promo with him to find a way to get back to working with him again, huh? At the time I was not aware of most of this. Now I'm still saying the same thing, but crying.

I put this whole thing together and that means I get to promote my Hugh/Ryan(/Blake) fanfic The Co-Stars: A Romantic Comedy by Ryan Reynolds, which I wrote after that news in a frenzy of very intense feeling. Given that I unearthed the majority of the information above after posting that fic I can now report that the only thing I think I really fucked up was the timeline. The fic starts in 2024 and they clearly were already all three romantically involved with each other by then. That one's my bad, guys. Big canon fail on my part.

Disclaimer 2.0: Just kidding! I'm sure they're all just very good heterosexual friends who have spent the last decade being platonically weird about each other in public where we can see them because it's all a big laugh and also three people living with each other while co-parenting children is something with no implications that may require review. I know nothing except what they've said about each other, and what words mean, and how to interpret human behavior on a basic level. Don't ask me.

(But if someday in the future it all comes out that there was something going on, I want you to think of this post. And I want you to mentally high-five me from wherever you are in the big wide world. I'll feel it. We all will.)

#did i convince you? comment down below or hit my askbox and let me know!#did i not convince you and you think i sound insane? that's fine but keep it to yourself. go pet an animal and give somebody a compliment #also for the love of god if anyone wants to use this as a jumping off point to write some rpf. i am literally begging #ryan reynolds #hugh jackman #blake lively #rpf #good job sara excellent post #they're probably all just good friends and it's normal. please write me fanfic #and thank you to the two anons and some-stars and hannibalgoldstar who asked for this post. i appreciate your enabling #Instagram

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rithion · 4 months ago

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Hi hi, it’s the same anon that asked about the Zoro math headcannon; I’m so glad you agree!! I like to think if the crew ever remembers for a little while, Nami uses that skill in order to have zoro pay off slivers of his Beri debt lmao. He deserves a win sometimes.

Also yes, two olives can certainly find directions easier than one mossball!! Lmaooo

I do wonder how Sanji is always able to find Zoro with relative ease compared to the rest of the crew… even the resident navigator has more trouble than the cook on that front, which is funny to think on. Any thoughts on how Sanji does it? And on what the two of them are like on the walks back to the ship/their crew?

I like to think it’s just Mr. Prince’s side quests part 2 electric boogaloo, and whatever (possibly embarrassing) things happen on the way stays between them alone, hehehe. That’s just me tho.

So i’m still at long ring long land and so far i’ve seen zoro getting lost on a Litteral Straight Line on WaterTM and Sanji rightfully giving up on him, but honestly they probably understand each other’s mind on a level that makes it extremely easy for Sanji to try and recreate Zoro’s way of thoughts when taking his steps towards the backrooms

#one piece #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #zosan #sanzo #he just be like ‘if i were zoro would i follow the stone path and the sign pointing to the exact direction or #jump into this bush’#ask #anon

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shalomniscient · 1 year ago

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hiii i have a request 🥹🥹 if possible, could you write a comfort fic with himeko or kafka and reader? reader who has trouble sleeping or has been exhausted from missions, going straight to himeko's room after returning to the astral express and just melting into her arms. or, reader who hasn't seen kafka in a while and just really misses her, needs her to put her mind at ease, so kafka drops by the express unexpectedly and spends the night taking care of reader. can be either sfw or nsfw, I dont mind either 🥹

omg this is so cute! i’ll do both ;)

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS || hsr x reader

cw. nudity

notes. dunno why i felt the need to mention this but this fic operates on established relationship between reader/character, just fyi :)

HIMEKO

Trailblazing was never going to be easy. You knew this, and you accepted it. To walk the path of Akivili was to lend a helping hand to whosoever needed it. And you do enjoy it—the feeling of making a change in the vast universe, shoulder to shoulder with companions that you would give your life for, and who would do the same for you. You wouldn’t give up your spot on the Astral Express for the world.

But you are only human, at the end of the day.

You’ve been taking back-to-back missions recently, and it’s slowly taking its toll on you. As a more experienced Nameless with many years under your belt, your assistance is slightly more prized over the younger crew—not to say they were incapable. Dan Heng and March alone made a terrifying duo, which was only exacerbated when Stelle joined the mix. But at the end of the day, they’re still a little green and wet behind the ears, so any of the harder jobs tend to fall to you or Welt. And with Welt supervising them on the Luofu, that just left you.

Your footsteps are heavy as you drag yourself back onto the Express. There’s a rip in your jacket from where a Mara-struck soldier tried to slash at you, and several small cuts all over your fingers from the cutting wind of the Disciples. The Luofu had commissioned your blade to quell the number of Mara-struck still roaming around, but for every six you strike down, another dozen seem to take their place.

You sigh as you flop onto one of the many couches on the Express, letting your weapon clatter onto the ground. You’re sore, tired, and aching—all you want to do now is sink into your pillows and sleep, but you have to clean up first. You shut your eyes with another weary noise, deciding to rest up a little before heading to your cabin. Or, shared cabin, rather.

A gentle tap on your shoulder stirs you from your brief rest. You crack your eyes open, and are met with a gentle, golden gaze—it’s Himeko. She’s foregone her usual attire, instead dressed in simple nightwear now, a blanket around her shoulders.

“Hey,” you rasp out. “Were you about to go to bed?”

She shakes her head, smiling softly. “No, I was waiting for you.”

“Ah. Sorry, I must’ve kept you up for a while then.”

“It’s alright,” Himeko says, picking up your weapon off the ground, and placing it inside one of the secure compartments beneath the seats. “I was working on some designs, anyway.”

Then she rises back up, and reaches out to cup your face. Her thumb brushes over your cheek, and you lean into the touch. Then she pulls away, and you nearly whine in protest, before she extends the same hand to you. “Come. Let me care of you tonight.”

You take her hand without hesitation, your fingers slotting perfectly in between hers. You let her lead you to your shared cabin, near the back of the train cart. The door slides open with a small hiss, and the scent of warm, freshly brewed coffee fills your lungs. It’s a comforting, distinctly Himeko scent that you feel some of the tension in your shoulders bleed out.

Her fingers work deftly as they undo the buttons of your clothes, and she frowns when she notices the rip in your jacket.

“I got a little sloppy,” you explain weakly, with a tired grin. Himeko rolls her eyes, but folds it neatly and sets it on the edge of the bed, no doubt to be repaired by the next day.

“As long as you’re unharmed,” she murmurs, working on your shirt now. Your hands rest on her hips as she divests you of the rest of your clothes, until you’re in nothing but your underwear. “The bath is ready. I’ll be there soon.”

You nod, and drag your exhausted limbs to the bath. You strip fully, and then sink into the warm, bubbly water, audibly groaning as the heat from the bath seeps into your aching muscles. The small cuts along your hands sting a little, but you know Himeko must’ve mixed in some antiseptic to ensure no infections take root.

Himeko walks in a little later, and takes a seat on the edge of the tub, smiling as she takes in your relaxed appearance. She brushes some hair out of your eyes, then reaches over for the shampoo and conditioner, tucked away in another small, secure compartment. The Express is littered with them, so things can be stored safely and not make a mess of the train during jumps.

You feel like dissolving when Himeko starts to wash your hair, expert fingers massaging your scalp wonderfully. Her hands--hands that fix, hands that mend--travel from the base of your neck up to the back of your skull, then along your temples, before repeating over again. It's incredible, the way she can put you back together so easily. She chuckles when she notes your reaction.

“Enjoying yourself, my dear?”

You can only manage a wordless grunt in response, feeling like you’re in an entirely different plane of existence right now. Time blurs as Himeko washes out the shampoo and works in the conditioner, before washing that out too and leaving your hair thoroughly clean and smelling like fresh roses—the same scent as hers.

You almost don’t want to leave the warmth of the tub, but Himeko coaxes you out anyway. She offers you a towel and a bathrobe, and leaves you to dry yourself off for a while. You wring out your hair, then dress yourself in a comfy pair of silk nightclothes. When you step out of the washroom, Himeko is waiting for you on the bed, her legs already tucked beneath the covers. On her lap is her laptop as she types away, no doubt finishing up on her many engineering designs.

You practically dive into bed, snuggling under the sheets and pressing close to your lover. She’s warm as always, thanks to her Pathstrider ability being of the Fire type. Himeko hums to herself, wrapping one arm around your shoulders as you bury yourself in her side, uncaring for the dampness of your hair. She reaches over to the bedside table, and with a click, switches of the main room lights, leaving only the soft glow of the lamp next to the bed.

You chance a glance up at her, even as drowsiness nips at your heels. The gentle golden glow of the lamp makes her look divine, enhanced by the fiery red of her hair. There is an affection in her eyes you know is reserved only for you as she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Rest, now,” she says, her words a caress against your skin. “You deserve it, my love.”

“I love you,” you mumble, eyes slipping shut as sleep finally claims you. It’s easy to oblige the request, safe and sound in her arms like this. These moments make you wish that dawn—or the Express’s approximation of a circadian rhythm—would never come, and you could linger in the embrace of your beloved for eternity. The last thing you hear before you drift off is Himeko’s soothing voice, almost lullaby-like, and you can hear her smile.

“I love you too, dearest one.”

KAFKA

For the nth time that night, you wake up to the sight of your bedroom ceiling.

You sigh and twist in your bed, turning to check the time on the alarm clock on your bedside table. It’s 1am in the morning, and you still can’t sleep.

You don’t really know the root of your recent bouts of insomnia. Maybe it was the workload? But Himeko has given you several days off already. Maybe it was the stress of having to manage the younger Astral Express members, but Welt shoulders that burden most of the time. Could it be Pom Pom then? You shake your head at that—the conductor was usually the one stressing, not being the cause of stress.

Then maybe… maybe it’s because you miss her.

Kafka, your secret lover.

You miss the presence of her next to you in your bed, and the steady, powerful beat of her heart under your ear as you rest your head on her chest. Miss the elegant cadence of her breathing and the feel of her hand in yours.

You sigh again. You know she’d laugh if she ever knew about your silly longing. I mean, you volunteered for this infiltration mission; you knew what you were signing up for. But still, it’s funny—you miss that about her too. Her laugh.

You reach for your phone, resting on the bed. During your last… rendezvous with Kafka she had the foresight—or maybe Elio did, who knows—to give you an encrypted number to contact her with.

Only in case of emergencies, doll, she had crooned, as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Use it wisely.

Your finger hovers over the number. Does this even qualify as an emergency? It’s just a few sleepless nights. Kafka probably has more important things to do, executing Elio’s endless number of scripts and whatnot. In the end, you shut off your phone and throw your head back on the pillows, ready to resign yourself to another long night—

—when your phone suddenly buzzes with urgency.

You jerk in surprise, brows furrowing as you pick it back up. Who could be calling at this hour? You squint in the darkness as you read the caller ID, and your heart leaps into your throat.

It’s the emergency number.

You fumble to answer, quickly sitting up and pressing the phone to your ear, making sure to cover your mouth and the reciever. The rest of the Express definitely wouldn’t be able to hear you, but you always feel some sort of lingering paranoia, sneaking around like this with Kafka.

“Hello?”

“Hey, doll,” a familiar, smooth voice says, and your heart flutters. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“Kafka,” you breathe out, not bothering to hide the relief in your tone. Kafka chuckles on the other end.

“That’s me,” she hums. “You answered pretty quickly. Were you not sleeping?”

You hesitate for a moment, but decide to come clean. “No. I… haven’t been sleeping well, recently.”

Kafka is silent for a few seconds. “I see,” she says, and something in her voice shifts, imperceptible to the average person. But you aren’t an average person, not to Kafka. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you reassure her. “Just a little insomnia. Nothing to worry about." The other end goes quiet, so you decide to change the topic. "Why'd you call? Isn't this for emergencies only? Are you in trouble?"

"You worried?" she chuckles, and you can see her smirk in your mind's eye. "I'm alright, doll. And as for emergencies... well, I missed you. Isn't that an emergency?"

It's such a Kafka-esque answer, but it pulls a breathless little laugh from you all the same. "Ugh, you..."

"Me," she affirms on the other end with a snicker. There is small, comfortable silence between you, before she speaks again. "Listen, doll, I've gotta go. But don't worry your pretty little head--you'll sleep perfectly well tonight. I'll make sure of it."

You blink, confused at her words. But before you can question it, Kafka hangs up the call, leaving you both confused and a little disappointed. Usually she'd say goodbye and throw in those three special words, though not this time, apparently. You wonder what she means as you shut your phone off again, and lie back onto your pillows. You close your eyes, and try to do as she says.

You're not sure how much time passes, but it doesn't work, predictably. You groan in frustration, just about ready to get up when a lithe hand slips over your mouth.

You jerk in surprise, one hand flying reflexively to the knife you keep beneath your pillow, the other gripping your assailant's wrist. You swing the knife in an arc, only for it to be caught and restrained by thin, pink, familiar ropes. They glow ever so slightly, illuminating a familiar face, that has your mouth falling open under the hand.

"Good to see your reflexes haven't dulled," Kafka teases, nimbly prying the knife out of your hands and letting it clatter onto the floor. She then removes the hand over your mouth, and releases your wrist from the strings.

"Kafka," you whisper, your hand moving to cup her cheek, your thumb tracing the ridges of her face, "are you real?"

She leans into your touch, that signature smirk tugging on her painted lips. She's really here, solid and tangible beneath your fingers. "You could consider me a dream, if you'd like."

"How did you even get in here?" you ask, not taking your eyes off her for a moment as she shrugs off her coat and begins undoing the buttons of her shirt. Kafka offers you a smug grin at that, pulling a little device from her pocket.

"Custom-made IPC teleportation beacon," she answers with a wink. "Jailbroken courtesy of Silver Wolf, of course."

You make a mental note to buy Silver Wolf the next battlepass in that game of hers. Kafka sets the device on the bedside table, now dressed in only her undergarments. You swallow as you take in the expanse of her milky skin, firm abdomen and muscled thighs, all while Kafka raids the clothing storage beneath your bed for something to sleep in like she's been on the Express this whole while. She eventually settles for one of your old t-shirts, which drapes over her frame in such a sinfully delectable way that you'd pounce on her if you weren't so damn tired.

"Move over," she orders, pulling her hair out of its usual ponytail, and letting it cascade down her shoulders and back. Kafka has always been beautiful--but like this... you would not have been able to distinguish her from Idrila the Beauty themself. You wonder if that makes you her knight. You shuffle to the side of the bed, and Kafka slips under the sheets next to you. Strong arms wrap around you and hold you close, close enough that you can rest your ear against her chest, and hear the soothing lullaby of her heartbeat. Immediately you start to feel drowsy, and Kafka chuckles.

"You really missed me, didn't you, doll?" she muses, carding her fingers through your hair gently. "I'm here now, my dear. Sleep, alright?"

Your eyes flutter shut almost instantly. It's funny, how she doesn't even have to use her Spirit Whisper on you to get you to obey. Maybe love itself is enough of a whisper to your soul, or maybe you've always been weak for her. But oddly enough, you don't find yourself minding all that much if that's the case. You don't mind much of anything when it comes to her. Though you don't ponder for very long as you snuggle closer against her warmth, your arms winding tight around her waist. She'll be gone by morning, you know that. She has to. But for now, this is enough, secure in this haven that is her embrace, and you let yourself drift off into slumber.

(The next morning, nothing remains of her--you may have truly considered her a dream, were it not for the imprint of her form on your bed, and a tiny note on your bedside table, undoubtedly written in her hand.

All it says is i love you.

And for the both of you, that's all it needs to say.)

#sev.writes #hsr #kafka x reader #himeko x reader #im ngl im actually pretty proud of this one #esp the kafka half lol #i will jump for joy if someone sees why #n e way anon this was so cute to write #hope u enjoy !!

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wonysugar · 1 year ago

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i did study for my test and still got a 14

-jumped anoy

oh i’d be pressed as fuck😭😭

#sug speaks #anon asks #jumped anon

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v3nusxsky · 5 months ago

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Hi mars!

Can you do Alpha Brienne of Tarth x Omega Reader for (Omegaverse/ in heat) smut and basically write the smut. And write bonus where reader falls pregnant.

Thanks for all your hard work mars hope you have a good month!

#v3nusxsky #Kinktober bingo 2024

My alpha

*Authors note ~ I’m so nervous to write for Brienne of Tarth, so this may be the only one I ever do but I hope you all enjoy my best attempt at it*

Trigger warnings~ alpha Brienne, omega r, knot, breeding kink, begging, praise kink, pregnant reader, another alpha is a dick, protective brienne, claiming, umm smut?

Prompt~ see ask^^^

You always hated when she had to leave. You knew she hated it to. But her sense of duty drove her to follow her orders. It had been days since she left, clad in her shiny armour. You spent most of your time nesting, the signs of heat beginning to rear its head causing you to head out to the market and grab some essentials before locking yourself away to wait out the heat. With your alpha gone, life became harder in the sense, going out alone was scary, you often woke in the night whining for her. But you still had to carry on.

Your scent is what alerted him to you. The incoming heat giving you a more potent vanilla with a hint of cinnamon scent, your scent wanton throughout the market. You soon found yourself trapped, looking at some vegetables for the soup you planned to make, his heavy stance towered over you in a threatening way. Unlike your alpha, the scent of this beast horrified you. You instantly shrunk back into yourself, desperate to get away from the situation you have unknowingly stumbled into.

His chunky fingers made their way to your neck, wrapping around the slender column enough to slightly hurt. “Get off me” you growled to the best of your ability unable to ply this mans hands from your throat. “Pfft, poor ‘mega thinks she can tell me what to do. Omegas are good for nothing, only to be holes for us to rut into. To use. And your dumb little omgea brain is begging for a strong alpha like me to claim it. To ruin you for anyone else. I can’t promise to be gentle but I can state your heat, treat you like a common whore.”

You whimpered as an unknown figure ripped this man from your personal space, dropping your basket as you shook and gasped for air. That’s when you heard her growl, “touch her again and I’ll kill you. She’s not yours. Not claimable. She’s mine. So fuck off.” Brienne. She is home. “Bri?” You choked out. “I’m here, it’s okay. You’re safe my lady. I’m here” she mumbled coming to gather you in her arms. In this moment you realised she was still clad in her armour, mud caked in her short locks, her cheekbones almost black with dirt. “Let’s go home my love.”

Once the shock had worn off, your heat really rattled through your body. Now your alpha was home it only seemed to worsen. And as she was bathing, the tense muscles loosened under your watchful gaze. You could hardly help the needy mewl that left you. “Bri” you whined as she purposefully flexed her bicep, “I-i need.” You trailed off, you knew what you needed, so did she. That was made evidently clear when she turned to exit the bath. Dripping with little water droplets, her now clean skin and raging hard on was on display for your gaze. “Alpha” you whimpered pressing your thighs together subconsciously causing her to growl. You didn’t need to hide. Not from her.

Her lips were on yours before she scooped you up and took you to the bed, the fire crackled away bathing the room in a beautiful orange glow, the heat caressing her bare skin. The way she towered over you, raw muscle power on display. You had to hold back a moan as she practically tore your night dress from your body. The way she practically devoured you with her eyes caused you to react on instinct, swiping a droplet of water from her neck with your tongue. “Please. Please alpha need you” you whimpered clinging to the woman’s back, desperately trying to press your chest into hers. “Smell so good omega” she murmured appreciatively before dropping kisses to your neck. Warm wet and deliciously addictive kisses were now being bestowed on you.

“Please! Please alpha I really need you. Make me yours” you whimpered, flinging your head the slide displaying her claim on you. And that was her final straw that snapped. Brienne immediately allowed her own desires to seep out, your neck and chest was littered in love bites ash she trailed her way to your aching cunt. She couldn’t help but swipe her finger on your slick covered thighs before bringing the finger to her lips. Dying to taste you. Hearing her little whine at your taste, well if you didn’t need her before you sure as hell did now.

Luckily she didn’t make you wait any longer, taking her hard shaft in her hand to guide it through your slick heat, the bulbous head nudging your clit repeatedly. “Please oh please alpha please” you mewled dumbly as you tried to spread your legs wider, exposing your leaky cunt to the knight. The moment she started to push into your core you could’ve cried. She feels so good, stretching you out in all the right places as you clamp down on the intrusion. “So good omega, so good for me. Mmm missed this” she grunted trying to give you time to adjust to her sheer size. Your nails scraping down her back as you whimpered full of need and lust. “Need more alpha. Please. Want you to knot me. Claim me. Please alpha. Just want to be yours” you couldn’t help but practically sob with need.

You know your lover can be brutal on the battle field but the way she pulls out of your weeping cunt only to slam back into it is the most brutal she’s been with you in bed. You’d be lying if you said you hated it. In fact all you could do was allow your alpha to manhandle you to dig in deeper. Her pace was punishing as your hips slammed against each other. Your high pitched moans as the head of her cock bumped against your cervix and her grunts of effort filled the room.

“Please” you whined once again barring your neck to the woman, “claim me alpha.” Brienne was certainly affectionate with you, but the way she forced herself deeper into your welcoming core as she sank her teeth into your original mark caused you to cum and cum hard. Happy mewls clawed their way from your throat as you milked her shaft for everything it was worth. “Please alpha. Want you to knot me. Please.”

“Wanna make sure you’re full. Make sure everyone knows you’re mine” she growled not easing up on her efforts as her knot began to swell at the base of her cock. “Gosh you’d look stunning full with our pups. Want you to take all of it omega. Wanna stuff you full. Take my knot” she growled as the knot slipped into place, her white hot spurts of cum aimed perfectly at your cervix, causing you to experience your second orgasm of the night at the sensation of her filling you up. You stayed like that, joined sharing sweet kisses and promises. You could only hope she’d managed to breed you, yet again the thought of her trying again just made you needy all over again.

A few weeks later, brienne placed a sweet kiss on your mouth before sinking to her knees, clad in her armour, to press a kiss to your growing stomach. “My lady” she murmured affectionately taking your right hand and bringing it to her lips. “Be safe my lady, I’ll be home soon.”

Word count~ 1240

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