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Making Ash of Errors by Linda Robertson Reinhardt
A trans woman with a mischievous fire elemental thinks she is the only one bonded with such a creature until she becomes caught between opposing secret societies.
Talented trans singer Krissy Harlow dreams of headlining in Vegas, but she has a secret: Ember, a fiery fox who lives in her aura. Though uncertain exactly what he is, she knows heās not imaginary or an outgrowth of childhood traumaāhe can see under lottery scratch-off film, a talent that nicely supplements her otherwise crappy income.
Under murky circumstances, bartender Demo escaped the Dominati, one of two secret societies that govern who gets bonded with elementals. Ever since, heās moved from city to city, not daring to use the magic they taught him to wield lest they come and reclaim him.
Demo is working at the Encantada when Krissyās audition is disrupted by thugs. Realizing the goons are commanded by the Dominati, Demo is forced to use magic to save himself and the innocent people at the bar, but foiling this attack means his old rival will hunt him down.
Both Krissy and Demo feel trapped on the edge of society, never getting to fully engage as neither can truly trust anyone, but theyāll both have to face their pasts as they uncover the true motives of these secret societies and their common enemy, a new rogue group led by a man who calls himself the Helltrigger.
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i would suggest a drabble where MC and Ash are hanging out for the last time before the games for the pride drabble (with it being WLW, MLM or just in general queer) but i feel like u got enough drabbles on your plate so just ignore this idea
uhm lets pretend its still june. this is both f!ash and m!ash but the only thing that's different is when Mc fixes Ash's hair.
there aren't really any trigger warnings. Mc does mention death a couple of times but that's really it. anyways! enjoy<3
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ĖĖĀ°ā¢*āā· F!Ash VersionĖĖĀ°ā¢*āā·
It's hot, hotter than a normal July night. Just lying in my bed with a thin sheet is making me sweat so much I think I might drown in it. I know getting up to open my window might help to cool my room down but the very idea of moving conjures up an image of me bursting into flames as soon as I stand. I resign myself to sweat to death in my bed, or at least suffer until Ash decides to actually show up.Ā Ā Ā
This is her stupid tradition, and she doesnāt even show up on time. I should just tell her to go home when she shows up, it's what she deserves for forcing me to wait in my oven of a bedroom.Ā Ā
But I wouldnāt do that. As much as Iām suffering in my room, sheās the one who has to sneak across the entire city. It would just be cruel to force her to go back without indulging her just a little bit.Ā Ā
I doubt sheād even be upset if I did tell her to leave though, just allows her to go to the places she wants to go instead of worrying about me tripping on a rooftop and falling to my death.Ā Ā
Just as I begin to contemplate moving downstairs, I hear a shuffle at my window and a slight knock. I quickly stand to go and open it, desperate to finally get out of this room.Ā Ā Ā
As soon as she catches sight of me Ash flashes a smile that she quickly drops trying to catch her breath. With how flushed her cheeks are and the fact that I can hear how hard her breathing is through the window she mustāve sprinted halfway across the city.Ā Ā
āCan you please let me in? I didnāt come this far just to be shot out of your window by a peacekeeperā she manages to say; sounding only slightly like sheās about to pass out.Ā Ā
āI donāt know. Maybe I enjoy watching you struggle to open an unlocked window.ā I respond, already sliding the window open. Before I fully step away Ash falls into the room.Ā Ā Ā
I reach out to steady her, trying to make sure she doesnāt fall and wake up my entire family. Mother may like Ash, but I know for a fact that if she finds her breaking into my bedroom Ash would never be allowed back into the house again.Ā Ā
āAre you alright?ā I ask, worrying that she may have hurt herself trying to get here before it got too late in the night. The fact that she even has enough energy to get here after working all day in the factory will never not amaze me.Ā Ā Ā
āI'm fine. Donāt worry,ā she responds, finally able to take a breath without wheezing. I realize that Iām still holding onto her arms, and she has yet to pull away from me. My cheeks flush at the realization at the lack of distance between us but I canāt bring myself to pull away either.Ā Ā Ā
With how close I am I'm able to see every freckle thatās scattered across her face, able to count every one of her ridiculously long eyelashes that Ash says are more of a curse than a blessing with how often they fall into her eyes. Her cheeks are rosy, but whether thatās from her being overheated or she's blushing as much as I am Iām not entirely sure. I look down at her lips and feel like Iām caught in a trance.Ā Ā Ā
Kiss her.Ā Ā Ā
Every other thought disappears from my mind focusing only on Ash's lips and how badly I want to kiss her. I bring my hand up, tracing the edge of her lips. Theyāre slightly chapped and I can tell sheās been picking at them recently. Something I know she only does whenever sheās worried.Ā Ā
Just kiss her. Itāll make her feel better. Make her forget whatever sheās worried about.Ā Ā
Before I get the chance to lean in Ash wraps her hand around mine and steps back. I can feel a bubble of disappointment rising in my chest and I do everything I can to not let it show on my face.Ā Ā
āCāmon we canāt just stay in here the whole night,ā she says, and I fight the urge to groan. Climbing buildings and sneaking around the city in this heat is the last thing I want to do.Ā Ā Ā
As she moves to the window I hesitate, contemplating just asking her to stay in for the night, but before Iām able to ask sheās already slipping back out into the night. Now I donāt have any type of fight in this, do I?Ā Ā
I lean out of the window and look around making sure no peacekeepers are passing by. The streetlights are so dim I doubt that they would even be able to see me. Still, I try to move as fast as I can.Ā Ā
At first, the heat is almost unbearable, but then I feel a slight breeze that causes me to shiver when it hits my sweat-soaked shirt. The higher I climb the more the wind picks up, causing the fire escape to creak and shake.Ā Ā
Despite being in the best part of District 8 the fire escape is covered in so much rust I think it might be more of a safety hazard than anything. It creaks so loudly when I climb it, I think it might break off. Every time I feel the vibrations of Ash walking above me, I think the thing is actually coming down and dragging the two of us with it.Ā Ā
Falling to my death on the very thing thatās supposed to help me survive would honestly be a funny way to go. At least thereās a sense of irony in it. I can think of a million worse ways to die. Including the very thing Iāve been trying to avoid thinking about all day.Ā Ā Ā
The Hunger Games.Ā Ā
I know the chances of me being reaped are practically none, but the thought still haunts me. My name is still in that bowl, surrounded by thousands of other names, yes, but it's still in there all the same. Iām the lucky one compared to everyone else. How many times has the mayor's child been reaped to fight in the games? I can't think of a single time, not even in Districts like 1 and 2. Despite people being encouraged to volunteer there the mayor's children are never among them. Maybe they know something the rest donāt or maybe they just donāt feel the need to die for their District when there are already so many people clamoring to do it first.Ā Ā
Iām so caught up in my head thinking about the Games I barely even noticed how much Iāve climbed. I look up and see Ash scaling the small ladder that leads to the roof. The fact that she hasnāt said a word since weāve been out here worries me.Ā Ā Ā
Normally sheād at least whisper something to me but tonight sheās been completely silent. Maybe sheās thinking about the games too. I know she had to sign up for Tessera this year, even with the food I was able to give her it just wasnāt enough.Ā Ā Ā
Trying to convince her that I can just steal more food from my home was useless. I know it's not her pride stopping her from taking the food. Ash has never been that type of person. Confident? Yes, but never prideful. The fact that she refuses to let me help her is driving me insane. Maybe it's not just the Games thatās worrying her but something else. I try to come up with any other idea, but it feels impossible that it could be anything but that.Ā
As I reach the top and climb onto the roof, I see Ash just a few steps away. Sheās looking off to the west, and I can tell she's mapping out which way weāre going to go.Ā
āAlright let's get moving before it gets too lateā, I hear Ash say as she moves to jump to the next rooftop. I donāt even get the chance to ask which way weāre going. Iāve got to follow her and hope she remembers not to pick rooftops that I will die trying to jump to.Ā Ā
I take a deep breath and jump to the first roof, running to catch up to Ash. She stops on the edge and turns to look at me, making sure that Iām right beside her before she gets too far ahead.Ā Ā Ā
āWeāre going the same way we did last year, okay?ā she says to me, the moon lighting up her eyes. Thereās amusement in her voice and I can already tell what sheās about to ask.Ā Ā Ā
āYou want to race donāt you,ā I say before she gets the chance to say it first. She always beats me. Sometimes it seems like beating me in an incredibly illegal race is her proudest achievement. For how observant she is I donāt know how she hasnāt noticed that Iām letting her win. Ash may be better at ridiculously dangerous climbs but Iām still faster than her. She and Calliope like to joke that my biggest skill is that I can run away. I seriously hope Iāll never have to put that skill to the test. Racing Ash is about as much practice as I get with it.Ā Ā
Ash lets out a laugh and for a moment I can see my Ash again, not the worrywart thatās hardly said a word to me the whole way up here.Ā Ā Ā
āOh of course I do. At this point, it might as well be a part of the tradition.āĀ Ā
I take a moment pretending to think about if Iām going to agree. We both know Iām going to say yes but this is as much a part of the tradition as the race itself. I pause and make a show of deciding on my answer.Ā Ā
āAlright fine but if I win, I get a prize,ā I say already getting ready to take off. There was one year when Ash took off before I could even finish my sentence. I may let her win but Iām going to make her work for it.Ā Ā Ā
āIf I win, again, I also get a prizeā she responds, I nod in agreement and we both get ready to run.Ā Ā Ā
āOne, two, threeāĀ Ā Ā
And weāre both off with me taking the lead. The first three rooftops are easy, itās the fourth one thatās a bit of a struggle. With the first three, all youāve got to do is jump down and run straight until you get to the next one, but the fourth roof has a small fence you have to jump over; to get high enough to do it you have to climb on top of an ac unit and take a not so small leap. Miss the landing and youāre falling to your death. Making the landing but still hitting the fence honestly is only slightly better. Not that I would prefer either, but impaling myself on a fence sounds better than falling off a building. Making the jump and feeling only slightly like youāve injured yourself is genuinely the best case scenario; for me at least.Ā
I turn to see how close Ash is; sheās halfway across the second rooftop and if I want to keep my lead, I have to make the jump quickly. I climb the ac unit as quickly as I can and get ready to jump. I canāt afford to hesitate on this. I hesitate I die. This whole race is for fun but that doesnāt distract me from how dangerous this really is. I run across what little room I have on the unit and jump.Ā Ā Ā
Time freezes and I try not to look down. Try not to focus on the feeling of falling. Try not to think about how I couldāve completely screwed up this jump and I wonāt even realize till it's too late. Suddenly I feel my feet hit the ground of the fourth roof. A jolt of pain is sent up my leg from the force of my landing, but other than that, Iām completely fine. I turn back just in time to see Ash take the jump as well and land significantly more smoothly than I did.Ā Ā Ā
She stops for a moment and we both take the second to look the other over and make sure weāre alright. Ashās hair is in her face, but I can see that sheās still smiling; fighting back the urge to laugh. I so badly want to reach out and fix her hair. Just stop the race and enjoy her for a second but I know she wouldnāt let me. Not if it means she loses. Almost in unison, we take off again. The most dangerous part is over now; all we have to do is make sure not to be seen.Ā Ā
We keep running for a good twenty minutes until finally I can see our goal. An abandoned building with an old water tower on the top. Iāve tried to figure out what the building was used for. There arenāt very many places in District 8 that arenāt used for something, so finding a completely abandoned one is more unsettling than anything. I donāt even remember how we found it. All I know is that one day I stopped feeling unsettled when I was there. One day I felt more comfortable there than anywhere else in District 8. One day it stopped being some old building and became ours.Ā Ā Ā
Our sanctuary away from the rest of the world. A place that only me and Ash know about.Ā Ā
Normally it's about here that I start to slow down and let Ash overtake me in the race, but thereās a part of me that wants to win this time. I could use my prize to make Ash tell me whatās been bothering her so much, but that seems too unfair. If she wants to tell me whatās wrong, I couldnāt force her to. I wouldnāt want to force her to do anything at all. So, I start to slow down making it seem like Iām trying my best to catch my breath.Ā Ā Ā
Ash overtakes me just as we reach the last ladder, and she begins to climb.Ā I can already hear her shouts of excitement over winning, again. How she manages to still be so excited about winning the same thing every year is beyond me. Maybe next year I shouldnāt let her win. Bring down that ego of hers that only gets bigger with every race.Ā Ā Ā
But then I see the look of pure glee on Ashās face as I climb onto the roof, and I know for a fact Iād never do anything to ruin it. Knowing that sheās happy in this moment is worth a slightly bruised ego.Ā Ā
āSurprise, I win again,ā Ash says brightly. Sheās still out of breath from the run and is trying very hard to hide it. Her hair has almost completely fallen out of its braid, and itās plastered to her face with sweat.Ā Ā Ā
āOh, how shocking. I really didnāt see that one comingā I reply, rolling my eyes and reaching out to fix her hair; undoing whatās left of her braid and running my fingers through it trying to get rid of the tangles. āNow, whatās the prize this time.āĀ Ā
I donāt even realize how close Iāve gotten to her until I notice all I can smell is her. The scent of cinnamon and leather is so intoxicating I could almost get drunk on it. As if I didnāt feel like her presence alone was enough to get drunk. All I can feel is the softness of her hair and her breath on my skin and it makes me feel like Iām spinning.Ā Ā
I finally finish fixing her hair, but I canāt bring myself to pull away. I honestly think I might fall over if I try, and with the way Ash is gripping my arms, I think she might be having the same problem.Ā Ā
At that moment, the world seems to fade and itās just the two of us on that rooftop, bathed in the moonlight. Weāre so close I can see her pulse racing at her neck, and I can feel the electricity in the air. Ashās eyes lock with mine, and I see a mix of emotions swirling within them: excitement, anticipation, and something else. Something that sheās doing everything in her power to hide from me.Ā Ā Ā
Worry.Ā Ā Ā
Sheās still worrying about the same thing thatās been bothering her all night. It must be the Games; thereās no other possibility; nothing else would make sense.Ā Ā
I should pull away right now and ask her whatās wrong, but I keep looking at her and the thought of breaking this moment physically pains me. There is only one thing I can think of at this moment.Ā Ā Ā
Kiss her.Ā Ā
I canāt hold back any longer. My heart is screaming for her, and I lean in, closing the distance between us. Our lips meet, and itās like fireworks exploding in my chest. Time seems to stand still as we kiss. Itās soft, tender, and filled with all the thoughts and emotions that were too afraid to say out loud. I try to kiss away her worry and fear of whatās going to happen tomorrow. Replace her fear with the knowledge that no matter what happens Iāll be here for her, and I know that sheāll be here for me.Ā Ā
Eventually, we pull away, both with wide smiles on our faces. Our foreheads rest against each other, and our breathing begins to steady. For a long quiet moment, we just stare at each other, comforted by the other's presence.Ā Ā
āI know what I want my prize to be,ā Ash whispers as she wraps her arms around me and leads us both in a slow sway to music that only she can hear.Ā Ā
Thatās right she still hasnāt claimed her prize yet. Last year she asked for some pastries and the year before that she had asked for my old pair of boots. Neither of which surprised me if I'm honest, normally it's easy to guess what she wants, but this year something feels off.Ā Ā Ā
āAlright, your wish is my command,ā I say with a slight chuckle, and I try to move us into a proper waltz, but Ash doesnāt let me. Instead, she wraps herself around me even tighter than before and we stop moving altogether. Okay, something is seriously wrong; Iād be blind to not see it.Ā Ā Ā
Before I can ask her what the problem is, she pulls back and cups my face in both hands. Confused, I look into her eyes only to find her staring at me with such an intense look it startles me.Ā Ā Ā
āI want you to promise me that no matter what happens tomorrow you will keep helping my family,ā she says with such finality that I struggle to respond.Ā Ā Ā
Why would tomorrow be any different than any other reaping day? She canāt possibly think that sheās going to be the one reaped. Itās almost always somebody neither of us has heard of. Itās sad to see them go but at the end of the day, theyāre nobody.Ā Ā Ā
Ash is somebody.Ā Ā
If she gets reaped there would be an uproar. Right? But what could anybody do if she was? What could I do if she was? Nothing. I could do absolutely nothing. Just like she would be able to do nothing if Iām the one whoās reaped.Ā Ā
This must be what sheās been worried about all day. Why Ash is convinced that sheās going to be the one going into the Games Iām not sure, but if itāll calm her down then Iāll promise her what she wants.Ā Ā Ā
āOkay, Iāll make sure theyāre alrightā, I say nodding my head and reaching out to cover her hands that still hold my face. I expect her to pull away, but she doesnāt.Ā Ā
āI need you to say you promiseā, Ash pleads, and I can feel my heart shatter when I notice that sheās starting to cry. Without thinking I pull her into me wrapping myself around her.Ā Ā Ā
āI promise you, Ash. As long as I live nothing will ever happen to them.āĀ Ā Ā
ĖĖĀ°ā¢*āā· M!Ash VersionĖĖĀ°ā¢*āā·
It's hot, hotter than a normal July night. Just lying in my bed with a thin sheet is making me sweat so much I think I might drown in it. I know getting up to open my window might help to cool my room down but the very idea of moving conjures up an image of me bursting into flames as soon as I stand. I resign myself to sweat to death in my bed, or at least suffer until Ash decides to actually show up.Ā Ā Ā
This is his stupid tradition, and he doesnāt even show up on time. I should just tell him to go home when He shows up, it's what he deserves for forcing me to wait in my oven of a bedroom.Ā Ā
But I wouldnāt do that. As much as Iām suffering in my room, Heās the one who has to sneak across the entire city. It would just be cruel to force him to go back without indulging him just a little bit.Ā Ā
I doubt heād even be upset if I did tell him to leave though, just allows him to go to the places he wants to go instead of worrying about me tripping on a rooftop and falling to my death.Ā Ā
Just as I begin to contemplate moving downstairs, I hear a shuffle at my window and a slight knock. I quickly stand to go and open it, desperate to finally get out of this room.Ā Ā Ā
As soon as he catches sight of me Ash flashes a smile that he quickly drops trying to catch his breath. With how flushed his cheeks are and the fact that I can hear how hard his breathing is through the window he mustāve sprinted halfway across the city.Ā Ā
āCan you please let me in? I didnāt come this far just to be shot out of your window by a peacekeeperā He manages to say; sounding only slightly like heās about to pass out.Ā Ā
āI donāt know. Maybe I enjoy watching you struggle to open an unlocked window.ā I respond, already sliding the window open. Before I fully step away Ash falls into the room.Ā Ā Ā
I reach out to steady him, trying to make sure he doesnāt fall and wake up my entire family. Mother may like Ash, but I know for a fact that if he finds him breaking into my bedroom Ash will never be allowed back into the house again.Ā Ā
āAre you alright?ā I ask, worrying that he may have hurt himself trying to get here before it got too late in the night. The fact that he even has enough energy to get here after working all day in the factory will never not amaze me.Ā Ā Ā
āI'm fine. Donāt worry,ā He responds, finally able to take a breath without wheezing. I realize that Iām still holding onto his arms, and he has yet to pull away from me. My cheeks flush at the realization of the lack of distance between us but I canāt bring myself to pull away either.Ā Ā Ā
With how close I am I'm able to see every freckle thatās scattered across his face, able to count every one of his ridiculously long eyelashes that Ash says are more of a curse than a blessing with how often they fall into his eyes. His cheeks are rosy, but whether thatās from him being overheated or he's blushing as much as I am Iām not entirely sure. I look down at his lips and feel like Iām caught in a trance.Ā Ā Ā
Kiss him.Ā Ā Ā
Every other thought disappears from my mind focusing only on Ash's lips and how badly I want to kiss him. I bring my hand up, tracing the edge of his lips. Theyāre slightly chapped and I can tell heās been picking at them recently. Something I know he only does whenever heās worried.Ā Ā
Just kiss him. Itāll make him feel better. Make him forget whatever Heās worried about.Ā Ā
Before I get the chance to lean in Ash wraps his hand around mine and steps back. I can feel a bubble of disappointment rising in my chest and I do everything I can to not let it show on my face.Ā Ā
āCāmon we canāt just stay in here the whole night,ā he says, and I fight the urge to groan. Climbing buildings and sneaking around the city in this heat is the last thing I want to do.Ā Ā Ā
As he moves to the window I hesitate, contemplating just asking him to stay in for the night, but before Iām able to ask heās already slipping back out into the night. Now I donāt have any type of fight in this, do I?Ā Ā
I lean out of the window and look around making sure no peacekeepers are passing by. The streetlights are so dim I doubt that they would even be able to see me. Still, I try to move as fast as I can.Ā Ā
At first, the heat is almost unbearable, but then I feel a slight breeze that causes me to shiver when it hits my sweat-soaked shirt. The higher I climb the more the wind picks up, causing the fire escape to creak and shake.Ā Ā
Despite being in the best part of District 8 the fire escape is covered in so much rust I think it might be more of a safety hazard than anything. It creaks so loudly when I climb it, I think it might break off. Every time I feel the vibrations of Ash walking above me, I think the thing is actually coming down and dragging the two of us with it.Ā Ā
Falling to my death on the very thing thatās supposed to help me survive would honestly be a funny way to go. At least thereās a sense of irony in it. I can think of a million worse ways to die. Including the very thing Iāve been trying to avoid thinking about all day.Ā Ā Ā
The Hunger Games.Ā Ā
I know the chances of me being reaped are practically none, but the thought still haunts me. My name is still in that bowl, surrounded by thousands of other names, yes, but it's still in there all the same. Iām the lucky one compared to everyone else. How many times has the mayor's child been reaped to fight in the games? I can't think of a single time, not even in Districts like 1 and 2. Despite people being encouraged to volunteer there the mayor's children are never among them. Maybe they know something the rest donāt or maybe they just donāt feel the need to die for their District when there are already so many people clamoring to do it first.Ā Ā
Iām so caught up in my head thinking about the Games I barely even noticed how much Iāve climbed. I look up and see Ash scaling the small ladder that leads to the roof. The fact that he hasnāt said a word since weāve been out here worries me.Ā Ā Ā
Normally heād at least whisper something to me but tonight heās been completely silent. Maybe heās thinking about the games too. I know he had to sign up for Tessera this year, even with the food I was able to give him it just wasnāt enough.Ā Ā Ā
Trying to convince him that I can just steal more food from my home was useless. I know it's not his pride stopping him from taking the food. Ash has never been that type of person. Confident? Yes, but never prideful. The fact that he refuses to let me help him is driving me insane. Maybe it's not just the Games thatās worrying him but something else. I try to come up with any other idea, but it feels impossible that it could be anything but that.Ā
As I reach the top and climb onto the roof, I see Ash just a few steps away. Heās looking off to the west, and I can tell he's mapping out which way weāre going to go.Ā
āAlright let's get moving before it gets too lateā, I hear Ash say as he moves to jump to the next rooftop. I donāt even get the chance to ask which way weāre going. Iāve got to follow him and hope he remembers not to pick rooftops that I will die trying to jump to.Ā Ā
I take a deep breath and jump to the first roof, running to catch up to Ash. He stops on the edge and turns to look at me, making sure that Iām right beside him before he gets too far ahead.Ā Ā Ā
āWeāre going the same way we did last year, okay?ā He says to me, the moon lights up his eyes. Thereās amusement in his voice and I can already tell what heās about to ask.Ā Ā Ā
āYou want to race donāt you,ā I say before he gets the chance to say it first. He always beats me. Sometimes it seems like beating me in an incredibly illegal race is his proudest achievement. For how observant he is I donāt know how he hasnāt noticed that Iām letting him win. Ash may be better at ridiculously dangerous climbs but Iām still faster than him. He and Calliope like to joke that my biggest skill is that I can run away. I seriously hope Iāll never have to put that skill to the test. Racing Ash is about as much practice as I get with it.Ā Ā
Ash lets out a laugh and for a moment I can see my Ash again, not the worrywart thatās hardly said a word to me the whole way up here.Ā Ā Ā
āOh of course I do. At this point, it might as well be a part of the tradition.āĀ Ā
I take a moment pretending to think about if Iām going to agree. We both know Iām going to say yes but this is as much a part of the tradition as the race itself. I pause and make a show of deciding on my answer.Ā Ā
āAlright fine but if I win, I get a prize,ā I say already getting ready to take off. There was one year when Ash took off before I could even finish my sentence. I may let him win but Iām going to make him work for it.Ā Ā Ā
āIf I win, again, I also get a prizeā He responds, I nod in agreement and we both get ready to run.Ā Ā Ā
āOne, two, threeāĀ Ā Ā
And weāre both off with me taking the lead. The first three rooftops are easy, itās the fourth one thatās a bit of a struggle. With the first three, all youāve got to do is jump down and run straight until you get to the next one, but the fourth roof has a small fence you have to jump over; to get high enough to do it you have to climb on top of an ac unit and take a not so small leap. Miss the landing and youāre falling to your death. Making the landing but still hitting the fence honestly is only slightly better. Not that I would prefer either, but impaling myself on a fence sounds better than falling off a building. Making the jump and feeling only slightly like youāve injured yourself is genuinely the best-case scenario; for me at least.Ā
I turn to see how close Ash is; Heās halfway across the second rooftop and if I want to keep my lead, I have to make the jump quickly. I climb the ac unit as quickly as I can and get ready to jump. I canāt afford to hesitate on this. I hesitate I die. This whole race is for fun but that doesnāt distract me from how dangerous this really is. I run across what little room I have on the unit and jump.Ā Ā Ā
Time freezes and I try not to look down. Try not to focus on the feeling of falling. Try not to think about how I couldāve completely screwed up this jump and I wonāt even realize till it's too late. Suddenly I feel my feet hit the ground of the fourth roof. A jolt of pain is sent up my leg from the force of my landing, but other than that, Iām completely fine. I turn back just in time to see Ash take the jump as well and land significantly more smoothly than I did.Ā Ā Ā
He stops for a moment and we both take the second to look the other over and make sure weāre alright. Ashās hair is in his face, but I can see that Heās still smiling; fighting back the urge to laugh. I so badly want to reach out and fix his hair. Just stop the race and enjoy him for a second but I know he wouldnāt let me. Not if it means he loses. Almost in unison, we take off again. The most dangerous part is over now; all we have to do is make sure not to be seen.Ā Ā
We keep running for a good twenty minutes until finally I can see our goal. An abandoned building with an old water tower on the top. Iāve tried to figure out what the building was used for. There arenāt very many places in District 8 that arenāt used for something, so finding a completely abandoned one is more unsettling than anything. I donāt even remember how we found it. All I know is that one day I stopped feeling unsettled when I was there. One day I felt more comfortable there than anywhere else in District 8. One day it stopped being some old building and became ours.Ā Ā Ā
Our sanctuary away from the rest of the world. A place that only me and Ash know about.Ā Ā
Normally it's about here that I start to slow down and let Ash overtake me in the race, but thereās a part of me that wants to win this time. I could use my prize to make Ash tell me whatās been bothering her so much, but that seems too unfair. If he wants to tell me whatās wrong, I couldnāt force him to. I wouldnāt want to force him to do anything at all. So, I start to slow down making it seem like Iām trying my best to catch my breath.Ā Ā Ā
Ash overtakes me just as we reach the last ladder, and he begins to climb.Ā I can already hear his shouts of excitement over winning, again. How he manages to still be so excited about winning the same thing every year is beyond me. Maybe next year I shouldnāt let him win. Bring down that ego of his that only gets bigger with every race.Ā Ā Ā
But then I see the look of pure glee on Ashās face as I climb onto the roof, and I know for a fact Iād never do anything to ruin it. Knowing that Heās happy in this moment is worth a slightly bruised ego.Ā Ā
āSurprise, I win again,ā Ash says brightly. Heās still out of breath from the run and is trying very hard to hide it. His hair has is completely all over the place, and itās plastered to his face with sweat.Ā Ā Ā
āOh, how shocking. I really didnāt see that one comingā I reply, rolling my eyes and reaching out to fix his hair; smoothing down the fly aways and running my fingers through it trying to get rid of the tangles. āNow, whatās the prize this time.āĀ Ā
I donāt even realize how close Iāve gotten to him until I notice all I can smell is him. The scent of cinnamon and leather is so intoxicating I could almost get drunk on it. As if I didnāt feel like his presence alone was enough to get drunk. All I can feel is the softness of his hair and his breath on my skin and it makes me feel like Iām spinning.Ā Ā
I finally finish fixing his hair, but I canāt bring myself to pull away. I honestly think I might fall over if I try, and with the way Ash is gripping my arms, I think He might be having the same problem.Ā Ā
At that moment, the world seems to fade and itās just the two of us on that rooftop, bathed in the moonlight. Weāre so close I can see his pulse racing at his neck, and I can feel the electricity in the air. Ashās eyes lock with mine, and I see a mix of emotions swirling within them: excitement, anticipation, and something else. Something that heās doing everything in his power to hide from me.Ā Ā Ā
Worry.Ā Ā Ā
Heās still worrying about the same thing thatās been bothering him all night. It must be the Games; thereās no other possibility; nothing else would make sense.Ā Ā
I should pull away right now and ask him whatās wrong, but I keep looking at him and the thought of breaking this moment physically pains me. There is only one thing I can think of at this moment.Ā Ā Ā
Kiss him.Ā Ā
I canāt hold back any longer. My heart is screaming for him, and I lean in, closing the distance between us. Our lips meet, and itās like fireworks exploding in my chest. Time seems to stand still as we kiss. Itās soft, tender, and filled with all the thoughts and emotions that were too afraid to say out loud. I try to kiss away his worry and fear of whatās going to happen tomorrow. Replace his fear with the knowledge that no matter what happens Iāll be here for him, and I know that heāll be here for me.Ā Ā
Eventually, we pull away, both with wide smiles on our faces. Our foreheads rest against each other, and our breathing begins to steady. For a long quiet moment, we just stare at each other, comforted by the other's presence.Ā Ā
āI know what I want my prize to be,ā Ash whispers as he wraps his arms around me and leads us both in a slow sway to music that only He can hear.Ā Ā
Thatās right he still hasnāt claimed his prize yet. Last year he asked for some pastries and the year before that he had asked for my old pair of boots. Neither of which surprised me if I'm honest, normally it's easy to guess what he wants, but this year something feels off.Ā Ā Ā
āAlright, your wish is my command,ā I say with a slight chuckle, and I try to move us into a proper waltz, but Ash doesnāt let me. Instead, he wraps himself around me even tighter than before and we stop moving altogether. Okay, something is seriously wrong; Iād be blind to not see it.Ā Ā Ā
Before I can ask him what the problem is, he pulls back and cups my face in both hands. Confused, I look into his eyes only to find him staring at me with such an intense look it startles me.Ā Ā Ā
āI want you to promise me that no matter what happens tomorrow you will keep helping my family,ā he says with such finality that I struggle to respond.Ā Ā Ā
Why would tomorrow be any different than any other reaping day? He canāt possibly think that heās going to be the one reaped. Itās almost always somebody neither of us has heard of. Itās sad to see them go but at the end of the day, theyāre nobody.Ā Ā Ā
Ash is somebody.Ā Ā
If he gets reaped there would be an uproar. Right? But what could anybody do if he was? What could I do if he was? Nothing. I could do absolutely nothing. Just like he would be able to do nothing if Iām the one whoās reaped.Ā Ā
This must be what heās been worried about all day. Why Ash is convinced that heās going to be the one going into the Games Iām not sure, but if itāll calm him down then Iāll promise him what he wants.Ā Ā Ā
āOkay, Iāll make sure theyāre alrightā, I say nodding my head and reaching out to cover his hands that still hold my face. I expect him to pull away, but he doesnāt.Ā Ā
āI need you to say you promiseā, Ash pleads, and I can feel my heart shatter when I notice that heās starting to cry. Without thinking I pull him into me wrapping myself around him.Ā Ā Ā
āI promise you, Ash. As long as I live nothing will ever happen to them.āĀ Ā Ā
#thanks anon!#emma writesšŖ¶#its pride month whenever i say it is. its part of the super powers lesbians have if u didnt know#is this good? no but im tired of staring at it everyday.#ash fairchild.#mc vesper.#mc calling everyone who isnt ash nobodies kinda makes me chuckle im ngl#also if i mess up any pronouns in m!ashs version please let me know its like 5am and i literally can't see any errors anymore#i know theyre there i just cant find them#drabbles.
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A question for thy Ash! I know you like baking so I'm curious, what are some of the favorite things You've ever baked? :0
Hey Panchi!
Really funny you ask this rn since I am. Quite literally in the middle of waiting for my cookies to finish baking!
I've made a lot of goodies, but I honestly think my red velvet cheesecake brownie thingies take the cake. Those were damn good.
I posted a picture on the gram and I had people I hadn't talked to in forever begging me for some LMAAAOO
Even A.qua had some!
Though I am fond of just simple butter cookies! Easy and turn out great every time. Waiting for them to finish baking currently.
#answered#ash rambles š#i think this qualfiies as a ramble#but yeah!!!#I'm usually texting you while baking anyway but i definitely think those were some of the tastiest thing ive ever made#though in general i do tend to prefer the process of making cookies to that of cakes#less room for error yknow? easier to bake too#but those things were SOOOO GOOODDDD#a.qua approves too!#okay I'm gonna go check on my cookies now LMAO#update: i burned them!
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While the Ethereal Genome concept has yet to be tidied up, I would like to take the time to finally write out that aforementioned "little something" regarding Terra, Garland and Ethereals.
(The one perk to this having taken this long is I actually have even more to write here! That being said, this one is pretty sizeable. I highly advise not clicking that little "read more"/"keep reading" bit unless you're fully committed!)
To begin, we'll start with talking Terra. Terra, on its universal pursuit for answers as well as other planets and their crystals, making use of their magical "fusion" art to try to elude the "decay" all the while, acquired energy sources as needed along the way to fuel their travels. One of these energy sources happened to be Etherealism - namely, remnants of it. As novel as I make Etherealism out to be, honestly, you can find it in various shapes and sizes all throughout the cosmos. And because they are comprised of energy (and are spectral entities as well, which have more or less been confirmed as an energy source in various Final Fantasy worlds. Shout out to fantastical fossil fuels!) these remnants proved quite successful as fuel.
However, they weren't merely reduced to fuel as they did in fact prove quite fascinating (and they were looking for answers to their crisis any and everywhere, of course!) They were initially taken in as a subject of study as well, but their research only really boomed when more complex forms of Etherealism (something more than these inexplicable fragments of light, ions and mysterious soul-like matter just floating around like space debris) were encountered.
Now, as for why I decided Terra shares some notable history with Etherealism in this story, there are quite a few reasons for that...
ā«ļø The Desert Palace
Look, it's the room I constantly keep forgetting about! Therapeutically forcing myself to acknowledge its existence today. š
Once I realized the likelihood of Kuja kidnapping any number of the "main cast" at one point or another for any duration of time throughout this story was notable, I knew I was going to have to better arm him as well as the palace itself to hold them hostage.
Why do that? Well, I have a story to write and it lends itself to the storytelling! Look, they'll be fine.
As the plot currently stands, there's at least one Ethereal in the party and detaining them is no easy task. Not only can they spook their way around a little bit here and there, but they're dangerous and have the potential to just destroy everything if things get heated (quite literally) and they feel threatened. Now, you could argue that they might hesitate when it comes to being destructive, given other lifeforms being present and not wanting to harm them - plus, even in the case of going ghost mode, they couldn't help out their friends that way. However, spoiler alert: at least one of those Ethereals may not care about saving friends, so... playing on their emotions isn't enough to keep them all in, sadly. It'd work on only one of them. Which isn't enough for me..!
So, I felt Ethereal countermeasures should be considered - and I figured these countermeasures could be made possible if Ethereal research had already been integrated into Terra's history - at least enough to where, to some extent, they knew how to contain it and subdue it. The more I thought about it, I realized it actually was more than possible for them to encounter Etherealism during their cosmic travels of yore. So, I decided to roll with the idea!
Seriously, they'll be fine. Trust me!
ā«ļø The Ethereal Genome
So... with every cosmic horror comes the horror element, right? And Ethereals easily fall into a cosmic horror category!
If there's anything we've learned from the genre, making use of an alien body in any capacity can prove volatile, yielding both grand discoveries and tragic consequences... (Once again, I'll make an FFVII comparison: they essentially did this with Jenova; just imagine the Terrans did something similar with Ethereals in this particular story. Kind of.)
Among the consequences of handling Etherealism was one of its most toxic traits: Ethereal radiation...
Countless Terrans were lost to this silent, but deadly long term killer before a more viable safety protocol was established. Protocol that was able to be passed on to Garland once he was created, who would proceed to elaborate upon it himself. For many - and I mean m a n y - years, Garland was successful when it came to working with Etherealism. However, there was still room for error. Particularly when the creation of Genomes began. One singular Genome, one singular encounter with improperly contained Etherealism and a whole lot of luck (or lack thereof) later... rather than the discovery of a lesser Genome slowly expiring, one would be made of one slowly being "infected" by Etherealism.
This lesser Genome became a harbinger of many future Genome deaths. She grew to eventually be a source of this Ethereal radiation, a contaminant allowed to walk free, unknowingly poisoning her own kind as they just as unknowingly allowed themselves to be - until those radiation levels were detectable/detected by the systems in place and their source able to be singled out.
When Garland finally became aware of this, rather than doing what some may consider reasonable (such as attempting to terminate her and/or casting her out of Terra) he decided to do what any of the more scientifically-driven or the clichƩ "mad scientist" sort would do: cut his losses for the sake of the learning opportunity at hand. There was no way he could literally throw that away. And so, he contained this Genome as he would any other Ethereal remnant.
In containment, she remained for a very long time as well. For study and for safety. While containment method was the same, the study was a little more complex than what would be applied to your "average" Ethereal remnant. (A bit like keeping a venomous snake, studying its venom, hoping to develop an antivenom, etc. That and things of the like.)
One day, however, after Kuja has his "little" meltdown in the main FFIX storyline and destroys Terra, she would finally be freed from containment. Cast from a state stasis, essentially - energy deprivation - and no explanation just to be immediately subjected to all this radiation and energy from the overly-abundant use of Ultima and the chain effect of the Iifa Tree going haywire (remember the mist tangent and me talking about how wild of a ride it can be for Ethereals to encounter and especially intake? Keep that in mind) this makes for a very Not Greatā¢ļø experience for this little Genome gal.
Despite the chaos of it all, however, she does manage to make it out! To the Shimmering Isle, where she hardly makes it beyond the now dead portal, huddling up, curling into a little ball somewhere amidst its edifices. Tormented and traumatized (even more.)
While this Genome bears the usual stoic to be expected from her kind, because of her Etherealism, she did actually have time to grow a little bit, in a way - or at least the Ethereal part of her did - just enough to grant her the ability to think and feel things outside of the usual lesser Genome range. Just enough to be troubled by the things that happened to her, on some level. š„²
I would like to note one little detail here: I've taken a bit of a lore dive with Terra and Genomes, yes, but nothing too dreadfully deep, so... I will confess, I'm not actually all that sure if the lesser Genomes would have names! They were essentially vessels without souls - once given a soul, they would be given an identity by extension. In that respect, I formulated the headcanon that these guys have no identity until that transpires.
If that is incorrect, I'll be more than willing to make that correction. š Until then, though, that is the lore!
The Ethereal Genome technically bears no name until later in the story, having earned it outside of Terran means. She eventually is named "Yoko." (Given that Mikoto's name is Japanese in origin, I thought I'd play off of that and have Yoko's name also share some Japanese roots! One of "Yoko's" various meanings translates to "sun child" or "child of the sun," which I thought was more than appropriate for an Ethereal kid.) āļø
ā«ļø The Treasure Map
(God bless "treasure map" stock imagery. I didn't need an image, but I wanted one since the other two had some... hahaha!)
Lastly, but not least-ly! Has a little bit to do with that silly little map and the treasure hunt escapade it forges as well. There is Terran symbology and Ethereal reference alike made among the many associated puzzles and clues.
Why exactly this is, I'm still admittedly brainstorming, so I can't quite go into too much detail with this point yet. However, the connection in cryptography is definitely there. I still feel it's worth mentioning, in that respect! It could very well be a point I return to and elaborate upon someday in the future as I have the previous ones. š¤
(Of which, I will say that's how Kuja got sucked into the whole thing and what ultimately leads to taking the main gang hostage too! I'll leave the full story for later or for an actual bit of story that may be written in the future, though.)
#š Ashe Anon | Starlight āØ#midnight musings š#Kuja šŖ¶š¹#hitting enter#will give this another pass later#I couldn't manage beaches and friends yesterday#so here's a titanic tangent for today!#(I've had this one in the works for a while though)#(I was only just brave enough to hit enter today)#haha!#Sometimes#it's the commitment of sharing the bigger ideas that are very susceptible to error that makes them so spooky#but they're just as subject to change as needed just as well#maybe not as easy to change#but subject to it even still!
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"Error;;404"
Hot off the press and ready for Gen Con! Initially it was just Ash and Missingno, but I wanted some extra panicked pokemon fleeing the sudden appearance. I know Wingulls weren't in the original Kanto, but they make for the perfect lil startled seabirds (sorry, pidgey).
#pokemon#missingno#pocket monsters#fanart#fan art#digital art#digital painting#ash ketchum#lapras#wingull#glitchmon#vaporwave#maybe?#shrugs in millenial#pokemon fanart#pokemon art#pkmn#I almost put in some stressed out magikarp#but the waves are already pretty ābusyā#ope
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Iād let the world burn for you
Silco x fem reader (ANGST!)
Synopsis: When Jinx undergoes shimmer surgery to save her life, but what if it was his lover instead of Jinx?
CW: season 1 spoilers, established relationship, reader sustains a near fatal injury, heavy talk of needles, shimmer and its effects, brief mentions of bl00d, brief mentions of a knĆÆfe, talk of drĆ¼gs, surgery, angst with good ending, possible grammar/spelling errors, proofread
A few great songs that I listened to while writing this incase yall are interested! I truly canāt recommend this soundtrack enough, itās so perfect ā„ļø
AN: this idea came to me spontaneously and I kind of just wanted to see where my mind could take it! It is 1am however as I post this so please be kind. š Also felt like changing it up a little bit with some angst thrown into the mix, Iām enjoying writing for Silco but of course, asks are open if yall want anything in particular! As always, I hope you all enjoy! ā„ļø
Where did it all go wrong? It was the question heād been asking himself for far too long now, wondering what he could have possibly done, how this unspeakable act could have been avoided. Yet through all the possibilities there wasnāt an answer heād come to that satisfied him enough. No answer that brought him enough peace.
One moment he was in his chair, leaned over his desk with a drink in hand as he looked over the papers that sat in front of him. The next, Sevika was carrying your limp body that sat unmoving in her arms. Now here you were, coldly strapped to a surgical table, making you look more like a test subject for something horrific rather than a patient seeking care, your breathing so faint that he couldnāt tear his eyes away from you, afraid that if he did you may stop breathing all together. āHow did this happen?!ā Silco asked, hands gripping the edge of the table so tight that his knuckles were turning white, anger heavily entwined in his tone as he looked to Sevika. He needed answers and hated that he didnāt have a single one. āI donāt know, I was inside when it happened. Iād heard what sounded like a scuffle from not too far but I didnāt think anything of it at the time. Figured maybe a topsider had tread into the wrong territory, or was a deal gone bad. Then when I stepped outside I just saw her lying thereā Sevika answered, looking to you as your body lay bound to the table uncaringly, a pang of sympathy in her gaze as she looked upon you in such a tragic state. As much as she didnāt understand your dynamic with Silco, she couldnāt deny the fact that sheād started to warm up to you a little over time. Seeing Silco happy because of you gave her a semblance of peace, and everyone took notice of the way that you seemed to brighten up the place a bit whenever you were around. She admired the way that he was willing to burn the world to cinders and ash for you, how you were the calm to his raging storm. You complimented one another perfectly. Despite her lack of understanding of your relationship, you didnāt deserve what had been done to you, and they both had a feeling it was likely a strategic hit. One meant to rattle Silco, throw him off his game and distract him, yet all it seemed to do was fuel his already raging fire. āAnd you didnāt even think to check?!ā He asked, blind rage flowing through him like the very blood in his veins. āHow was I supposed to know it was her? You canāt expect me to keep my ear out every time thereās a fight! For fucks sake, they happen too often here!ā She defended, making him sigh heavily with agitation. She was right, it was rather unreasonable of him to expect such a thing but he felt so helpless in this moment, he couldnāt stop himself from lashing out. Seeing you hurt to such a point as this made him angry. Ultimately he was out of control in this situation, and it left him seeing red.
He smoothed his hands through his hair as he looked up at the ceiling to the bright lights, trying to collect himself the best he could for the time being. āFind who did thisā he ordered, ready to give whoever did this to you as taste of his wrath. āAre you sure you want to stay here for this? I can watch over her if youād rather. I canāt imagine this is going to be easy on either of you, especially herā she offered, knowing this would be hard for him to watch, and even harder on you to have to go through it. āNo, I need to be here. I can handle it, I need to know sheās okayā he replied before looking to you, grabbing your hand gently in his, touching you so softly and carefully as if you were made of glass and could shatter at any moment. He wasnāt there to aid you when youād gotten hurt, the guilt of it ate away at him, forcing him to stay here with you now, even if the sight of you in such pain tore him apart inside. āWho could do such a thing as awful as this to someone this kind?ā He asked, his question rhetorical but gods how he wished he had an answer. Perhaps it was better if he didnāt, but it baffled him nonetheless. āWhen you find who did this, be sure to send them to me. An act this egregious will suffer a great consequenceā he finished, watching her nod her head silently in acknowledgment before walking out to find who did this to you.
āThis process will beā¦demanding. Sometimes death is a far greater mercyā Singe spoke as he walked over to his tools, ensuring everything was prepped for your procedure. āShe can take it. I know she canā Silco replied, looking to the scarred man as he pulled out a syringe and a vial, filling it with a yellowish-green liquid. āBefore I begin, I must know; are you prepared to lose her?ā Singe asked, a question that made Silco furrow his brows in confusion as he looked to the doctor. What kind of question is that? It was a preposterous question, one he couldnāt possibly think of any other response to than the one he was about to give. As he was about to speak, he heard you sputter into a short coughing fit, blood splattering along your lower lip and chin as you winced and groaned in pain, writhing beneath the binds that held you to the table. Silcoās eyes widened with a gasp as you did, all but hurling himself toward you to check and see if you were okay. He leaned over you, hand cupping your cheek as a look of concern flashed across his face, trying to read your expression and watching your breathing as he called your name in the hopes it would get you to look at him. He wasnāt looking for a sign, anything to show him that you were okay. Yet your eyes were too heavy to open, body too weak to respond the way he wanted you to.
āShe wonāt die, doctor. She canātā he finally responded, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek as his hand smoothed through your hair, sweeping it from your face in attempts to keep it out of your eyes should they open again before the process began. He hovered over you protectively, thumb caressing your skin in a soothing manner. It was a soft gesture youād always done to him, a gesture heād adopted from you after the countless times youād done it to him. From wiping the tear from his eye after his injections, to simply doing so to grab his attention, it was something so soft, so gentle, so you. It only felt right to return the gesture. āI understandā the doctor replied, pulling out a chair, the hiss of the metal scratching against the floor a vile sound that filled the air for thankfully only a moment before he trailed over to the table and behind Silco. āBut please understand, this is for your own sanityā Singe said as he injected half of the syringe of liquid into Silcoās neck, helping him fall to the chair he had pulled out. The dizziness and weakness had already begun to set in, the world moving around him slower and more blurry than normal. Everything was slightly muffled as if he were underwater, finally making it click what he had injected him with. It was a sedative.
You gasped for air as your eyes opened, coughs sputtering from your throat that felt dry as sandpaper. Your eyes scanned your surroundings, fear evident in your gaze as you looked to the bright lights then searched your surroundings, panic striking you as you fought against the straps holding you against the table. You yelped in pain as an injection was soon pushed into your veins, causing you to look down at what was happening. The bright purple liquid shining beneath your skin told you that it was Shimmer coursing through you now. It left trails up your arm from the injection site, purple and black trails that looked as if it were reviving your cells and killing them at the same time. It was terrifying, and the pain was insurmountable, leaving you to groan in pain and muscles tensed as you squirmed on the cold, metal table.
For a moment, the pain seemed to let up long enough for you to turn your head to the other side of the room to see Silco in a chair, slumped over. He looked tired, but something wasnāt quite right, he wouldnāt be so tired as to sleep while this was happening. Your breathing was harsh, ragged even as you tried to focus on his expression but the ebbing pain, mixed with the effects of the shimmer as it reached your blood stream and found its way through every vein and artery now made it nearly impossible. āSilā¦ā you called out for him weakly, attempting to reach out towards him but your hands were bound to the table, leaving you to lie there helplessly. You felt so cold, so sore, but above all else, you felt so alone. Was this death? Rebirth maybe? You werenāt sure, all you knew was that it was extremely unpleasant, your body and mind screaming for it to be over. Unfortunately your painless moment had quickly come to an end as more of the iridescent liquid seared through your veins once more, only serving to turn the veins within your arm more and more angry as you winced in pain. You gasped and sputtered as it climbed up your arm, past your shoulder into your neck before spilling from your tear ducts and mouth as you coughed, desperate for air to fill your lungs. You felt as if you were nearly drowning, as if you were being given far too much for your body to be able to withstand. A shrill, excruciating scream escaped you as you begged for it to stop, detesting cries leaving your lips as agony consumed you whole. It felt like torture and all you could do was endure it. āI understand this must be painful. Iām afraid it will only get worseā the doctor spoke, his apathetic words doing nothing to soothe your pain or calm you as he brought another needle to your cheek. āNo! No, please noā¦stop!ā You yelled, trying your hardest to jerk away from the needle but it was no use, like a caged animal, there was no escape from this. You closed your eyes as he pricked you again, making you cry out once more in pain as your body was shocked and overwhelmed from the sheer amount of trauma being done to it. He only seemed to smile as he did all this to you, watching you writhe in agony and cry out in pain only seemed to bring him joy in a way that you loathed. Everything around you was getting fuzzy at the edges, you couldnāt tell what was real and what was not. From there, it was all a blur. Your mind blacking out from the immense amount of pain in such a concentrated period of time. It had felt like an eternity before it all was finally over.
Silco opened his eye to see his hands resting against his thighs, the world spinning around him as he did his best to shake the effects of the drug he was injected with, trying to ground himself to reality. How much time had passed? Was the procedure done? Had he healed you? All questions that he again, did not have the answers to, but at least they were easier to access being that he was here in the room with you. He looked up from the floor to the table, seeing you were no longer bound in those awful straps, but that your eyes were still closed, not looking much different than when he first brought you in here. He groaned with confusion as he fought to catch his breath that seemed a little harder to obtain than normal, stumbling to his feet and towards the doctor who was currently washing a blade with his back turned to Silco. He turned momentarily when Silco pushed him against the sink, grasping him with all the energy and strength he could muster, looking upon him angrily with a fire raging in his eyes. āWhat have you done?ā He rasped out, voice laced with vexation and eyes filled with malice as he waited for the doctor to answer him. āI saved her lifeā he responded matter-of-factly, making him only scowl deeper as he quickly snatched the knife from the sink and pointed it at Singe, not believing him.
āSilā¦?ā You called out weakly, voice hoarse from all your coughing, screaming and crying but just loud enough for him to catch. His eyes widened with surprise as he heard you, head turning to look at you reaching out for him. Your eyes searched around the room for him as youād only just returned to consciousness. In a momentās notice the knife came clambering to the ground as he stumbled over to you, doing the best he could to get there quickly despite the effects of the drug still weighing pretty heavy in his system. He grabbed your hand as he made it, resting his other against the table and using it to hold him up as he hovered over you protectively again. Silco felt you weakly squeeze his hand back, prompting him to pull you up into a hug so fast you could hardly recognize it had happened. āThank gods youāre hereā you spoke. He was so overcome with joy and relief to see that you were okay, or at least responsive, which compared to how you were before, was already a massive improvement. āIām here, darling. Iām here, Iāll always be hereā he assured, his hand smoothing over the back of your head as he held you protectively in his arms. He nearly cried as he felt you wrap your arms around him in return, kissing your head gently as his heart raced, pounding harshly within his chest from all the adrenaline coursing through him.
His heart broke as he saw the effects the procedure had done to your body, looking to the purple and black streaks running up your arms, tainting your perfect skin. Heād recognized those effects from anywhere. Shimmer. Rage overtook him once more as he turned to the doctor upon his realization. āYou used Shimmer on her?!ā He asked, voice raised in disbelief that he would use such a harsh, untamed chemical on you under the guise of trying to help you. āIt saved her, didnāt it?ā The doctor replied, making him seethe with exasperation. āIt could have KILLED her!ā Silco spat, not taking kindly to Singeās apathetic tone, but your soft touch brought him back to reality. Your hand cupped his cheek, turning him to face you in the hopes that you could soothe his anger, and you managed to do so with ease. His eyes fell to yours as he turned, that wicked, violent look in his gaze beginning to fade away as he looked at you, seeing a new shade residing in your irises than before. He was doing his best to not allow the scars that had climbed up your arm to your neck to break this tender moment, but he couldnāt help but feel a pang of guilt that he caused you this pain, he caused these scars, these changes. Yet you continued to smile at him as if he hung the stars in the sky above. The atrocities he would commit for you to see that smile stay stretched across your sweet lips. To keep you safe and happy. He would kill for you, die for you. āItās okay, Iām here love. There is no need for such violence, I promiseā you spoke, your kind voice so strained, but you were right, he had saved you, something he was thankful for, he just wished it could have been brought about any other way. He fought so long and so hard to keep you as far away from it as possible, yet here you stand, saved by it. It was a conflicting feeling. Now all that was left was to find the vile person caused all of this to come about, but perhaps that was better suited for another time, another day. For now, all he wanted was to get you home safe, to enjoy the time he has with you now that he wasnāt sure he would have when he and Sevika had first brought you here. You needed the rest, your body was tired and so sore. Your recovery was his top priority, so for now his vengeance would have to come another day, but he could rest easy for now knowing that you were still here with him. The world would live to survive another day, but make no mistake, he would burn it all to the ground for you if you asked him to.
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Poly!marauders x readers where maybe they are roommates and love the reader and being touchy and caring but the reader just thinks they are affectionate with all their friends?
Thanks for the request darling! I am more than happy to oblige. Thank you for patiently waiting too since it did take a while to publish it (ugh school am I right?) I tweaked it a bit, hope you donāt mindd : ) Really wanted to publish this before my birthday (which is tomorrow) as a little treat to myself and to you guys. I hope you enjoy!
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Pairing: Poly!Marauders x Reader
CW: None that I could think of?? except for possible typos and grammatical errors. (1.3k words)
You often found asking yourself one-too-many-times if the boysā affection to you were just purely platonic or romantic.
Maybe you were just being dramaticā giving meaning to meaningless stuff they do for you.
It's probably you, yeah. You and your delusional arse, really. Why would they want you in the mix when the three of them are already dating?
Althoughā you just can't help but feel special when Remus makes you his famous āMoony toastā as he likes to call it, or when Sirius calls you 'his doll' and slings his arm over your shoulder which results in your stomach doing flips, and letās not forget how James would flash his mega-watt smile, setting your breakfast down and making sure you know that he's the one who cooked it for you.
With the help of Remus, of courseā your flat would turn into ashes if you let James cook alone in the kitchen.
Being roommates with three dudes is certainly uncommon but fun. Telling people about itā¦ well, makes them shoot you questioning looks or are concerned that youāre being held hostage by three big burly men.
You really werenāt sure how it happenedā the four of you just fitted together seamlessly, similar to cogs of a well-oiled machine.
It began during the last three months of your 7th year in Hogwarts, you decided to start looking for flats to rent, preferably in close to London. You wanted to live where muggles are, having such keen interest about them and their daily lives, deciding to pursue a muggle career also helped you in your decision.
You tried searching if there's any available flats to rent and how much itāll cost. However, seeing that you're a broke student, you really couldn't afford any sky-high prices for rent.
It seemed like all hope was lost until you asked one of your friends, Lily, if she knows anyone looking for a flat mate.
You were sure she was an angel sent here on Earth, after a few days she told you that Remus, James, and Sirius have no problems taking you in, seeing that you guys are housemates during their years in Hogwarts.
The rest was history.
They made sure you wouldnāt feel left out. It was how they looked out for you, the way they included you in every plan, every joke, every moment of their lives.
Although, as the days turn into weeks, and weeks into months you start to notice the little things they do.
"Hey doll, have any movies tickled your fancy yet?" Sirius asks, sneaking his arm around your waist, leaning close to your face.
"Erm, no not really... You guys could pick, I'd be fine with anything." You smiled at him, before fleeing to the kitchen to calm your racing heart.
"You're just friends with them, Y/n. I'm sure they do this with Lily and the others..." you let out a mumble, absentmindedly grabbing a glass of water before bumping into someone.
"Whoa, are you okay, darling?" Remus' worried voice pulled you out of your thoughts as he cupped your face before placing the back of his hand on your forehead.
"I'm alright!" You squeaked; Remus' doesn't really look to convinced. "Are you sure, darling? You look rather flushed... I told you to bring your jacket yesterday when you went out. You probably caught a cold." He frowned, you tried to protest but your attempt was futile as he shimmied off his cardigan and made you wear it. "I'll make you some lemon water, alright darling?" James called out from the living room, "We're starting the movie without you guys!"
Remus yelled out, boiling some warm water. "Hold your bloody horses, prongs! I'm making some lemon water." You heard a shuffling of feet nearing you, making you look up.
"Love, don't tell me you're sick." He frowns, and like what Remus did earlier, he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. "I'm not sick." You protested, but it all fell on deaf ears.
Next time you told them you went out, you were practically dressed for winter even though it's only spring.
Those little things made you honestly take a step back and re-asses your situation with them because for merlin's sake, why do they act like your boyfriends when you're just friends with them, right? You couldn't really open it up to Lily because you'd probably sound stupid if this was just normal for them.
Your mind ran with hundreds of what if's and the way Remus' eyes linger on you for a second too long, with an emotion you can't quite decipher doesn't help soothe the thoughts in your mind. The warmth of Sirius' touch, James and oh merlin, when the three of them kissed you on the cheeks during a movie night? You really couldn't live in denial anymore.
You're no detective but the signs are there, clear as day. There's a high chance they're not just being friendlyāthey care, deeply. And maybe, just maybe, you do too.
Having read enough romance novels, you quickly recognized the pattern, but this isn't fiction. This is real life, and these are your roommatesāthree guys who have somehow, inexplicably, fallen for the same person. You.
Sitting in loveseat while nursing a cup of tea, you couldnāt help but notice the way the morning light caught in Siriusās hair, giving him a halo that seemed so at odds with his mischievous smirk. āMorning, doll,ā he greeted, his voice a smooth baritone that sent shivers throughout your system. Does this man haven't ever heard of morning voice?
āMorning,ā you replied, trying to keep your voice even. āSlept well?ā
āLike a log,ā he said, eyes softening before squeezing himself beside you. āDid you? You were up late reading with Moony.ā
You nodded, the feeling the warmth within your chest surfacing because of the memory. Remus usually reads his novel alongside you, it's sort of yours and his thing. Although you sometimes found yourself getting distracted and instead of focusing on the book, you were drawn to the gentle timbre of his voice and the way his hand occasionally brushed yours as he pointed something out on the page he was reading.
And then there was James, who was currently flipping pancakes with a concentration that was both endearing and amusing. He caught your eye and grinned, the same smile that had greeted you every morning since youād moved in. āThese are going to be the best pancakes youāve ever tasted,ā he declared. āGuaranteed to improve your day by at least twenty percent.ā
You laughed, the sound mingling with the sizzling of the batter. āIāll hold you to that.ā
A bedroom creaked open, and Remus shuffled out, rubbing sleep from his eyes. āIs that breakfast I smell?ā he mumbled, heading to the kitchen "Yeah, go help prongsie, moons. It's a miracle he hasn't started a fire yet." Sirius teased, it made Remus more awake and practically ran to supervise James.
After a few moments, the four of you were digging into the half-burnt pancakes that James was proud of, a mishmash of pajamas and bed hair (except for Sirius), and yet it felt right. It felt like family. As you ate, you found yourself observing them, the way they interacted with each other, and with you. There was a harmony; a rhythm that you had become a part of without even realizing it.
It was in the little things: the way Remus passed you the syrup without you having to ask, or the sound of Siriusā laughter seemed to wrap around you like a warm blanket. And James? Well, he was the glue that held it all together, his energy infectious and his presence a constant source of comfort for all of you.
You realized; it didnāt matter what other people thought. They don't see what you saw, feel what you've felt. They donāt understand that this was more than just a shared living space; it was a shared life. And maybe, just maybe, it was okay to give meaning to the āmeaningless stuffā because, to you, it meant everything.
And as you looked around at the three men who had become your world, you knew that this was normal. Your normal. And it was perfect.
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it had been eight yearsānearly a decade since aurora had seen the hughes brothers. though she could still picture their boyish grins and foolish antics like it was just yesterday.
they hadnāt kept in touch much since they moved, aurora and luke would facetime around the holidays, but never jack and quinn. aurora missed them of course, but she was happy that they were pursuing their dreams, touring different cities and playing in the nhl.
it had been a year and a half since her brother ashton announced his engagement to his highschool sweetheart, melissa. the couple would be having their wedding in michigan, wanting to keep it small and intimate.
this wasnāt a shock to aurora, the couple not being the type of people to want a super extravagant wedding. what was a shock however, was hearing that they would be having their wedding at the lake house.
quinnās lake house.
it was a beautiful property, and perfect for the intimate wedding they were envisioning. quinn had also wanted to host them the few nights leading up to the wedding, not wanting them to spend any more money than they had to on a hotel.
it was beyond generous, and because of this aurora knew he hadnāt changed. he was always doing everything he could for others, always wanting to put a smile on everyoneās faces.
and thats why, for the week leading up to their flight, aurora would spend every minute preparing herself for the reunion. he hadnāt changed, but she had.
he hadnāt seen her in eight years, the version of aurora he knew was long gone. she no longer had braces and bushy eyebrows, but had grown into a beautiful young woman. she was 21, but she still felt that childish need to impress them, almost needing to seem more mature than she really was.
sheād prove that she wasnāt that same little girl anymore.
the cool summer breeze sent a chill down auroraās spine, or maybe it was the nervousness that was finally setting in upon their arrival in michigan. the airport was busy, families bustling around, probably arriving for their summer getaways as well.
āoh arenāt you so excited to see luke?ā auroraās mom placed her hands on her shoulders, giving them a small squeeze. āheās taller than you now!ā
aurora laughed at her momās excitement, nodding in agreement. last time she had seen luke he was barely taller than her, but she had seen photos that ellen sent and he had grown up to be the tallest of the brothers.
āoh, i think your father found ash.ā her mom pointed out the black car her dad was jogging towards, luggage clunking behind him.
āRORY!ā ashton exclaimed hopping out of the drivers seat, a wide smile on his face and she giggled, dropping the handle of her suitcase and practically jumped into her brotherās arms. āASH, YOUāRE GETTING MARRIED!ā she hugged him tightly, trying to make up for the months she went without him.
āreally? i didnāt know!ā he chuckled, pulling away and ruffling her hair with his hand, to which she pouted and tried to smooth down her hair again. āweāll have to stop back at our place to get melissa, then weāll go straight to the lake.ā ashton explained, grabbing their suitcases and putting them into the trunk of the car.
aurora felt a tinge of excitement as they got closer to seeing the hughes,
or more specifically, quinn.
āweāre here!ā the sound of gravel squeaking underneath the tires awoke aurora, signalling that they were finally at the lake house.
as they pulled into the driveway, the front door of the house swung open, revealing a 6ā2 giant that aurora almost didnāt recognize, but it was that same boyish smile that she saw that made all the memories come flooding back.
āLUKEY!ā aurora jumped out of the car, her brother scolding her as she ran since he hadnāt even put it in park yet.
āRORY!ā she jumped into his arms and he swung her around, the two giggling and feeling like little kids again. even though they had been separated for almost a decade, it felt like nothing had changed between them.
from the car, auroraās mom was snapping pictures of their reunion, making a joke about how they were exactly the same as when they were 13.
āholy shit,ā he set her down and examined her as if he was checking that this was really her, and not some imposter. āyou actually look good!ā she playfully punched his shoulder at his comment. āyou look good too, finally grew out of that big head huh?ā
there wasnāt an ounce of awkwardness as they joked, which they were both secretly nervous about.
ānow whoās this pretty little lady?ā she peeked behind lukeās frame to see jack strutting towards them, a charming grin on his face.
āhey rowdy.ā she rolled her eyes playfully, walking over to give him a hug. he pulled away and smirked, looking down. āwhen did you get those?ā she looked at him puzzled, before realizing what he was talking about and her face flushed a deep red. āoh my god, youāre still such a pervert.ā she shoved him away as he let out a hearty laugh.
aurora let a small smile form on her face as she looked at the two boys in front of her, she could feel her heart melting, they were all grown up.
but someone was missing.
āso uhm, whereās quinny?ā she asked, taking a step backward, wanting to go back to the car to grab her suitcase, but her ankle twisted under the gravel and her eyes widened as she felt her balance disappear.
she thought sheād fall, but instead she felt a hard surface on her back and two hands on her arms, and she craned her head to look up.
holy shit.
āq-quinn!ā she scrambled out of his hold, straightening out to face him. he looked like a completely different. he was taller of course, his hair was longer and messier, not how he had it as a kid where it was clean cut and combed. he had a scruffy beard and his eyes were tired.
she couldnāt quite decipher what the look in his eyes meant as he stared back at her, but the second he blinked it was gone, and he offered a small smile, but something felt different about it. āhow are you, aurora?ā
aurora.
not rory.
āiām goodā¦ā she nodded her head slowly, taken aback by the awkwardness of the situation. was he not excited to see her? she could feel her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. āand you?ā
ādoing good.ā he pressed his lips in a straight line and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
from behind them, jack could be seen whispering into lukeās ear, āthis is kind of fucking weird, right?ā the younger boy nodded in agreement. they didnāt really know how the thought quinn would react to seeing her again, but it was surely wasnāt like this
āTHESE SUITCASES ARENT GOING TO UNLOAD THEMSELVES!ā they heard ashton yell jokingly from the car, pretending to struggle as he carried them out.
āiāll go help your brother, jack and luke can show you around.ā quinn said and aurora hesitantly nodded.
before he could fully turn around, she decided to grab his arm, and pull him into a quick hug. āiām happy to see you, quinn.ā she said quietly and he stood there feeling shocked.
he looked down at the girl hugging him with wide eyes. hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around her, finally reciprocating the greeting.
aurora blushed as she felt his muscles tense as she hugged him, he was definitely much more built than he was 8 years ago.
she pulled away and gave him a smile and he could see the same twinkle in her eyes she had all those years ago. he returned the smile and nodded, before going to help ashton.
she watched the way he jogged to the car and could feel her stomach turning. this was a different quinn, it wasnāt her quinn.
āOKAY!ā jack clapped his hands together, breaking the tension in the air. āletās give you a tour, yeah?ā
aurora nodded, following the two brothers into the house, but not before trying to catch one last look at quinn.
maybe he had changed, after all.
the rest of the day had been relaxed, the grays āasides from ashton, getting a tour of the house, taking a peek at the boat, having a nice barbecue dinner, and ending the day with a fee card games.
the tiredness of travelling had hit them and they decided that it was time to head to bed, everyone heading to their designated rooms. aurora was rooming with luke since the two had wanted to catch up and have relive the times where they would have sleepovers back in the day.
and now it was 2 am, and aurora was laying wide awake beside luke, staring at the way the ceiling fan spun around, mirroring the way her mind was spinning.
quinn had barely talked to her all day. she had locked eyes with him a few times but he broke the eye contact before it even started.
she thought that maybe he was mad at her for not keeping touch after they moved, but the phone works both ways, right?
the overthinking paired with the summer heat had made her thirsty. she didnāt want to have to wake luke up, but she also felt shy to grab her self a glass from the kitchen since she hadnāt been here long.
ālukey.ā she turned to face the snoring boy, poking him gently on the arm. he shifted, but didnāt wake up. she could only wish she was as good a sleeper like him.
she bit her lip and sat up, deciding to just go by herself. she put on her fuzzy socks before tip toeing out of the bedroom, trying her hardest to not make any noise to disturb anyone.
she had made her way to the kitchen through the hallway that was decorated in family photos. being successful in keeping quiet she searched the cabinets, still in the dark, before finding herself a glass and filling it up with tap water.
she sighed as she placed the cup down, looking out the window at the lake. she was kind of jealous that quinn had a view like this right in his backyard, but then again he worked extremely hard for it.
she went to wash her cup in the sink when suddenly the light flickered on and she whipped her head around to see who was there.
it was quinn, of course. he was wearing a pair of plaid pyjama pants and a grey tshirt, the waistband of his pants slightly hanging low, and aurora found her eyes wandering lower and lower.
āare you okay?ā he asked softly, and it was probably the most he had said to her the whole day. she noticed his hair was messy, and his eyes not fully open, meaning that she had woken him up.
āyeah, iām sorry, i was just getting some water.ā he nodded at her response as she placed the cup in the drying rack beside the sink.
they stood in an silence for a moment. quinn scratched the hair on his chin, opting to break the awkward silence, āare you okay sleeping with luke? if you want, you can take my room.ā he offered. he recognized that he hadnāt been the most welcoming towards her, and was trying break the tension.
āi couldnāt, youāre already doing so much for ash and us.ā she politely rejected. āwell if he snores too loud, the offer will still be there.ā he said and she nodded, the awkwardness making itās return. they stood there another moment before he pursed his lips and nodded, turning on his heels to go back to his bedroom.
ādid i do something wrong?ā she asked, stopping him and his tracks, voice louder than she had intended to.
he turned his head and shook his head. āno, you didnāt, why?ā he asked and she shrugged her shoulders. āuhmā¦nothing.ā she brushed it off and he nodded.
āgoodnight,ā he stopped as if to think,
ārory.ā
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Pls PLS hcs of reader and joost being parents!! Thank youu
Dad!Joost Klein hc.
English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! More posts here.
A/n: Girl dad!Joost just make my brain go brbrbr
Wc: 700
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ā¢ I imagine it like you guys were together long before you got pregnant.
ā¢ The whole pregnancy would be so stressful for both of you, but I think mostly for Joost.
ā¢ Like imagine him when you told him that special moment. (Short Imagine ahead)
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You stood in the bathroom, holding that pregnancy test, where two straight lines shined. You were pregnant. Fuck.
"Y/n? Are you alright?" Joost asked from the other side of the door. Nervousness evident in his voice. What took you so long? Were you hurt? "Open the door."
"I-i'm" you took a deep breath, claiming yourself. "I'm alright Joost." You answered him and put down the positive test.
You looked at yourself in the mirror for the last time and opened the door, seeing Joost leaning against the frame of the door.
"Hey, are you alright?" What are you going to tell him? 'hey Joost, I'm pregnant and not scared as hell' no, definitely not this, but you have to tell him something.
You opened your mouth just to close it again. You didn't think of anything. You had to tell him. Now or never.
"I-I think I'm pregnant.." you said and waited for his response, for him to say something. But he was looking at you like, you just grew a second head.
"Y-you're...pregnant?" He asked, surprise evident in his voice. "W-we're having a baby?"
You just nodded your head. You couldn't think of any words right now and you felt tears in your eyes. Maybe because you didn't tried for a baby or maybe it was just hormones.
And then, Joost took you in his arms, a happy smile on his face and his laughter filled the space around you.
"You aren't mad?" You asked, feeling lost.
"Mad? Why should I be mad? This is amazing! We're having a baby!" He laughed and spinned you around.
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ā¢ He definitely made you listen to his music while you were pregnant. Not that you minded.
ā¢ Later you discovered that you were having a little girl. Ashley, but you called her Ash.
ā¢ "A badass name for a badass girl, no?"
ā¢ Also there would be some sleepless nights, at first when Ash is a little baby and starts crying at night.
ā¢ He would be up the second he heard her soft sobbing.
ā¢ "Hey there..." Joost whispered as he took her in his arms. "It's alright baby, I'm right here."
ā¢ Sometimes he would take her to your and Joost bed, and let her sleep here, in his arms.
ā¢ And her first words would be daddy. Joost would be literally jumping around with Ash in his arms tearing up.
ā¢ You and Joost would be teaching her to talk both Dutch and English, and other language if your is not English. (Like me)
ā¢ Missing you and Ash as he is on tour, so you would be face calling every day and night before she goes to sleep.
ā¢ Telling her every story, about places he was in, and what people he met.
ā¢ As she grew older, let's just say about four, Joost would love to take Ash on outdoor adventures, teaching her about nature and the world around her.
ā¢ A small hiking trips with Ash on Joost's shoulders.
ā¢ And mostly teaching her about music. His music. (Not every song okay?) He would DEFINITELY teach her how to dance and sing with her too.
ā¢ Also Joost would be playing princess with her, simply because she told him to, and what kind of father would he be if he rejected her wish.
ā¢ "No daddy, Mr. Pinky likes his tea with lemon, not sugar." Mr. Pinky is her favorite pink unicorn.
ā¢ "Alright, alright, my apologies."
ā¢ Calling Ashley his little bug. (He just gave me this kind of vibe.)
ā¢ "Daddy I'm not a bug!" Ashley whined.
ā¢ And he would write some songs about her. For her, and how much he loves her.
ā¢ Maybe he will try to talk you into taking her on tour. "Come on love, it's just for two months."
ā¢ And let's just say you said no. End of the discussionā¦
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Can you do Boothill with a male reader who has the abilities of Absolute Solver from murder drones
Male reader went missing after the ICP destroyed Boothill's homeland. Many years later, Boothill and the other met male reader but male reader already got possessed by the Solver
I want an angst with a happy ending story please
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Boothill | M. Reader as the Absolute Solver [Murder Drones]
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"The flesh demands invitation."
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"What are you doing all smiling like that?"
"Huh? Oh nothing."
[Name] narrowed his eyes at Boothill's words, not believing it. He says it was nothing, but his scans say otherwise. The other can't help but laugh at [Name] expression, those neon [Color] eyes that narrowed on his visor. "I was just thinking about what to get my daughter."
"I see, got any ideas yet?"
"I'm thinking..."
Without saying anything else, [Name]'s visor changes to that of a shopping list. "Well there are countless gifts you could get from across the galaxy soā"
"Wait wait wait!"
His visor glitches and goes back to normal. [Name] looked at Boothill for a second seemingly confused. What was that about?
"I want to make it special."
"Oohh.." [Name] blurred out as he finally understands. "If you're going to handmade it. I could help if you like."
"Heh, thanks [Name]."
For as long as he knows [Name], the robot is a kind person who's happy to help those in need. He was a joy. Everyone was. Everyone on his home planet was a joy, like a small neighborhood. Everyone gets along with one another, there's rarely any conflict it's just a nice and welcoming place. Home.
Therefore [Name] didn't deserve this, none of them deserved this. It's outrageous. What did they do? What kind of sin did they commit to have on this planet. Their home. Destroyed in such a way.
As Boothill look at the surrounding fire and destruction of his home, he began to search around the area. Any place he thinks people will be at. Anywhere.
There are at least survivors right? Surely there are some people who survived this.. who saw the attack an immediately run towards a safe place.. surely..
Right..?
But nothing..
Boothill find nothing but ashes and ruins of once someone's home.
Everything..
..is destroyed.
Why.. why does this have to happen? He was happy. They were happy! What did they do to deserve this?
SCREW THE IPC!!
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"Upgrading models? cutting maintenance costs? There are many reasons the client may wish to disassemble a drone individual or a series after a period of use. Following these two simple steps is key to avoidā"
"Incompletely disassemble drones may occasionally reboot from software death alone. More than undead federal fine hazards. Its corrupted AI carries an increased risk of future errors."
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He stood there completely motionless. How is he supposed to react to that? After so many years...
Staying at the Express may be the best call for him. It's a free ride after all. Not to mention everyone is quite nice. Dan Heng was even willing to show him the Data Bank but...
This is one of them..? One of the information they've obtained during their travels? Don't get him wrong, it's useful, incredibly useful. But... if Boothill were to obtain such knowledge long ago..
He would have properly disassembled him.
To prevent such a fate from happening to someone he holds in high regards. If he were to do that... none of this would have happened!!
Heāit screeches as it tries to get out of its restraints. That's not him. That's not [Name]!!
This was just another planet. One where the Nameless has set their sights on. They thought it was just another Stellaron Crisis. But... this is not the work of a Stellaron.. but the work of a drone that's not been properly disassembled.
It continues to screech as the researchers expose the drone to the artificial sunlight. It screeches in pain and agony as the researchers run around, trying to put a stop to this... thing..
He can't watch this.. he can't watch this any longer.
Without saying another word Boothill leave the Cathedral to get some fresh air. He can't. He just can't watch that.. whatever they were doing to someone he cared for.
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"MacGuffin." The robotic voice echoes throughout an empty.. bloody.. ruined.. Cathedral.
Is this the type of thing the Nameless has to handle? Not the Absolute Solver no no... Fighting for your muddle fudgling life! Dodging an attack Boothill ready his revolver and shoot the claw-like thing.
It laughs at their attempts. It's six against one and yet they're losing how pathetic! "Thank you for the new host." It stated casually before narrowing avoiding an attach by Himeko's laser with a smirk on it's face the Solver summons it's claws once more and began it's onslaught of attacks. In a blink of an eye, all of them experience multiple near death situations left, right, and center. Fighting someone who can regenerate is cheating! They could be here for all of eternity!
Where's the cure!?
Its perpetual grin seems to widen every time any of them try to harm it which of course never worked as the Solver's regeneration rate is incredibly high. It laughs, summoning a miniature blackhole that was quickly disabled by Welt as he attack the Solver. "Have any of you find it get?" "No, we're still looking!" March replied, firing an arrow at one of it's claws while looking around for the crucifix that holds the data. The cure for the Solver. "Well I'm sorry, but fighting while searching is not easy!" Caelus cuts in, looking around the place as he ducks under the benches to avoid a stray attack. "Just focus on searching, we'll try to cover you!" Dan Heng stated firmly, using his powers as a Ā Vidyadhara to at least land a critical attack on the Solver.
With each attack the Solver just keep regenerating! But each time they themselves is inching closer to their own demise! Boothill took cover as he reload his bullets while looking at his surroundings for any potential threats. But something else caught his eye..
It's the crucifix!
Quickly taking it from the bloody floor, Boothill examine it for a moment, making sure it's the real deal. After a quick and swift examination, the usb connector pops out at the bottom of it. It's real alright. The cure for the Solver and the key to ending this nightmare.
"Cover for me!" He signaled before making a run for it. The Nameless did their best to keep the Solver at bay until Boothill does the finishing blow and slammed the crucifix usb model straight into the drone's visor and just like clockwork it let out a glitched robotic groan as it tries to take out the crucifix and in its efforts the cure done it's job. Motionlessly throws crucifix away the drone immediately slump to the floor.
Looking amongst themselves, the Nameless stood their ground not knowing whether the fight is over or is the Solver playing tricks on them. With caution Boothill slowly approached his old friend. Surely he's still there right? The Solver is dead. The patch worked! It has to work! Or else it....
Kneeling in front of him Boothill extended his hand. Waiting for a respond from the other. Anything! Much to their surprise the drone took the other's hand, slowly looking up, revealing it's---no, his neon [Color] eyes on his visor while the crack where they inserted the patch is slowly being healed. Yes! It worked! Letting out a dry, pained laugh Boothill gave [Name] a tight embrace. He's back. His old friend's back.
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Boyfriend's Best friend | Han Jisung
ā¢Synopsis: Like the embers shared between you and your boyfriend's bestie, boundaries are burned away until there's nothing but smoke and ash. Can you come back from being too badly burned by the mistake you two made? Or will the bitter taste remain, ruining everything?
ā¢Pairings: Han Jisung x Female Reader
ā¢Content Includes: smut, cheating, unprotected sex, heavy use of weed, betrayal, lies, secrets, regret, heartbreak, college au, friends to ?
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Your boyfriend of one year is cheating on you.
You knew that; he just doesn't know that you know. Even his best friend knows you know, but out of respect for your wishes, he's kept quiet. Why? Because despite Danny and Jisung being inseparable since diapers, Jisung has been a true friend to you since you met Danny at the coffee shop years ago. Jisung isn't just someone you share music theory class with; he's also the vocalist and lead guitarist of the band Respirator, where you play the drums.
So you've got an alliance with Jisung. He was there for you the night you found out. Alone in the campus auditorium, you texted Jisung. Your first instinct was to call your best friend Ana, but interrupting her date with Chris was out of the question. Jisung stayed with you in that cold, creepy theater and let you cry into his chest for hours. He just couldn't understand why you continued to stay, why you continued to let Danny fuck you, knowing he's fucking someone else. He knew where his friend was before he'd come back to their shared apartment and yet he'd hear your moans through the poorly insulated walls.
āI have no excuse for him, Y/N. He's an asshole for playing you like this. I've tried to get him to see the error of his ways, but fuckā¦ he's only thinking with his dick,ā Jisung says, shaking his head and glancing at his friend who's fast asleep on the couch.
A night of forgotten textbooks and study notes overtaken by weed, beer, and pizza has knocked your boyfriend out cold. You don't look in the direction of the couch; instead, you inhale the hot smoke from the joint between your fingers, letting your head fall back before blowing the smoke into the air. You lay down on the hard cedarwood floor, your foot lightly bumping one of the many pillows piled up in one corner where Jisung sits.
āYeah, there's no point in talking to him, Ji. He'll only do what he wants, not what's right,ā you say, taking another hit and passing it over to Jisung.
Your fingers brush when he reaches for it, and you feel tempted to crawl over to him so he can hug the numb feeling in your chest away. You could use some genuine affection after watching Danny sneak off earlier with the excuse of needing to speak to his Tech professor. But if Mr. Campbell has turned into a little blonde with pigtails and a short pink skirt, then he most definitely wasn't in a meeting with his professor.
The little blondeā¦ you don't even know who she is or if she even goes to college. The only thing you know is that you are nothing like her. Where her wardrobe is probably ninety percent pink, yours is ninety percent black. Typical style of a girl in a band: your jeans have rips in them and are either too tight or too loose. Your shirts are a bit of the same; sometimes they hug the curves of your breasts and waist, other times they swallow you up. Your thoughts are heavy in your smoky, hazy mind, and the soft strumming from Jisung's guitar sets the ambiance of your momentary self-pity.
āMaybe I should change up my style, Ji. Do you think then he might love me again?ā
God, that sounds awful, you think as soon as the words leave your mouth. You cover your face with your hands and then drape them over your stomach. The baggy My Chemical Romance band tee has bunched up, and your midsection feels the occasional breeze from the open window, making you shiver.
āNah, Y/N, don't think that. Your style is what makes you, you. If he can't see how hot you are no matter what you wear, then that's his problem, not yours,ā Jisung says seriously.
You hear him suck in the smoke and exhale slowly. With heavy lids, you turn your head to the side and look at him. He smiles as his fingers glide over the strings of his fiery red guitar, his eyes half-lidded and pink with a lazy smile.
āThanks, Ji,ā you mumble and return the equally lazy smile.
He keeps his eyes on you, his gaze lingering longer than usual, and it unexpectedly makes your pulse race. There's something about his eyes that has always had a hypnotic effect on you. Siren eyes, they lure you in, making it impossible to escape unless he lets his gaze drop. He closes his eyes when the smoke threatens to get in them, breaking the hold you werenāt even aware he had on you.
The joint hangs from his lips, a thin trail of smoke billowing up around the rim of his hat and curling toward the ceiling. He inhales slowly, the smoke filling his lungs before he exhales and opens his eyes, watching the way you look at him. So laid-back with that dreamy expression on your face, his thoughts betray him for the third time tonight. An image created from smoke appears in his mind: you're looking at him exactly the way you are now, only you're on your knees as he cradles your face in his hands, fucking himself into your warm mouth. Thatās the tamest fantasy he's had tonight. The others are far more explicit, like scenes pulled straight from a hentai.
Throughout the night, Jisung struggled to focus on any of his study material. It wasn't just because he was mentally drained from studying. Sure, that was part of it, but the sight of you chewing on your lush pink lips while you went over your notes for music theory kept distracting him. They looked so soft and your constant chewing made them red and puffy. He wondered if you dug your teeth into the flesh just like that when Danny was inside you. He couldn't help but picture you whimpering and whining past your trapped bottom lip while he drilled his dick into your sweet pussy. He already knows what you sound like so it's not hard to imagine the faces you would make.
He couldn't shake the image of those same lips of yours being covered in his warm, sticky cum. His imagination was too vivid with you right in front of him and the weed from the gummy he ate before you and Danny showed up. He had been rock hard and throbbing for hours, making studying beyond frustrating. It turned into a battle with his own mind. So he was more than happy to welcome the smoke sesh. Sure, he felt a bit guilty for daydreaming about his buddy's girl, but it's not like he'd ever act on it. It's all just harmless thoughts, he told himself. It's not like he was in love with you or anythingā¦ he just found you to be the embodiment of perfection in human form. Seriously, Danny calls you Jisung's twin more times than you're aware, so it's natural for him to think of you as the coolest chick he's ever met. You wouldn't be in the band he created if he didn't think highly of you.
āYou want another hit?ā he asks, holding the joint out to you with his index finger and thumb.
Your eyes lock onto his hands, noticing the multiple silver rings that decorate each of his long fingers and the veins that crisscross the back of his. More times than you can count you've heard girls talking about how sexy his hands were and you never noticed how right they are until now. Noticing the way his fingers loosely wraps around the neck of the guitar, your brain goes to the gutter and starts wondering if that's how he holds his cock when he's jerking off to the sound of you getting fucked. You know he does it. You could see it in his face one day when you bumped into him on the way to the bathroom. His hair stuck to his forehead, his cheeks were flushed and the large swallow he made when your bodies connected told you what he was doing in the next room.
With a slow nod, you sit up and move closer and take it from him, your fingers brushing against his again only this time there's something that passes between you but you ignore it, bringing the joint to your lips and taking a deep drag.
You inhale deeply, letting the smoke fill your lungs before you exhale slowly, watching the tendrils curl into the air. You feel the heat, the burn of the smoke and it feels almost euphoric. The room feels warmer, cozier, and everything with your boyfriend is forgotten for now with more thc in you. Jisung watches you, completely captivated by the way you wrap your lips around the filter end gently and suck in the smoke. His eyes darken for just a second before he pats the space in front of him on the floor.
āCome here, I'll teach you the basics,ā he says, his voice low and inviting.
āReally?ā you ask excitedly after taking another puff and setting the joint into the ashtray. He chuckles, nodding with a large smile your way.
You close the distance, settling between his legs with your back to his front and it feels like the most normal natural thing in the world. He hands you the instrument resting it in your lap, and his arms encircle you as he guides your hands to the strings. The heat of his body seeps into yours, and you can feel his breath against your neck, slow and even. His breath is warm, smelling faintly of the weed you just shared, and sugary soda that's oddly comforting to you.
āWhat song do you want to play?ā he asks, his voice a soft hush against your ear. The sensation to your ear and the deep rumble on your back from when he speaks, makes you shiver involuntarily.
You think for a moment, your mind swimming through the smoky haze and then you smile. "Thinking Out Loud?" you say phrasing it like a question.
He chuckles softly, his breath tickling your ear. "Ah, my man Sheeran. Good choice, y/n. Not gonna lie, I thought you'd pick one of our songs." he murmurs, taking your hand in his and begins to guide your fingers over the strings.
The notes are clumsy at first, your movements unsure but Jisung is patient, his hands steady as he teaches you the chords. You giggle softly as you fumble through the chords, āGood thing I'm a drummer. This is harder than it looks.ā You say with a laugh and Jisungās laughter mingles with yours.
His hands are warm and strong, his touch firm but gentle. He's the perfect guitar teacher, kind and informative. Once you start to get the hang of playing, he lets you play on your own, his arms still loosely around you, elbows resting on his knees. He begins to sing softly, his voice smooth and melodic fills the room and your heart with a warm, fuzzy feeling.
"... People fall in love in mysterious ways, maybe just the touch of a hand,"
His voice is mesmerizing, hypnotic even and youāre impressed. You've heard him sing but nothing as soft as this. Each note wraps around you like a tight embrace. You join in on the last four verses, the thc boosting your confidence and your voices come together sweetly. The song ends with the last note and chord lingering in the air. Youāre giggling excitedly, so lost in the music, that you almost donāt notice the hardness pressing against your back until your laughter subsides. Your body feels suddenly hot when you do, a flush spreading across your skin. You turn your head slightly to look at him, intending to say something, but the words catch in your throat.
He knows you can feel it, how can you not? He's rock hard. It's not that he was thinking of anything particularly sexy. It was your singing voice that did it for him. The way your voices mingled together sounded hauntingly beautiful to him. Not to mention the barely noticeable vibration through your body when you sang. He has no control over the effect you had on him. He willed is dick to go down the entire time you two sang but there was nothing he could do but pray you wouldn't notice. That was out of the question once your laughter shook your body. His cock twitchedĀ inside of his shorts, pulsating against your back. He held his breath and hoped you wouldn't say anything but you turned to look at him. You parted your lips prepared to speak but said nothing, only quiet panting made its way out of you. The way you looked at him, the way you felt in his arms and your lips, right there so close to his, made something inside of him crack.
Before you can react, Jisungās lips are on yours, kissing you with sudden urgency. Your mind goes blank, every thought drowned out by the intensity of the kiss. His hands are on your hips, pulling you back closer to him like you'll drift away like the smoke of the joints from earlier. You canāt help but respond, your fingers tangling in his hair knocking his hat off as you kiss him back desperate for more. Jisungās grip on you tightens as his tongue explores your mouth with a desperate need. The guitar is forgotten, pushed aside as he shifts, turning you so that you're facing him. He gently lays you down onto the pile of pillows on the floor, his body pressing you down into the pile that feels like clouds. The sensation is overwhelming, every touch, every kiss, it's all amplified by the cannabis coursing through your veins.
"Y/N," Jisung whispers, his voice rough with desire, as he presses his clothed erection against your core. The friction is maddening, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you and you moan in response as your hips come up off the ground, bucking against him.
You're not thinking anymore, your hands just move on their own seeking more of what's making you feel so good. Everything around you is hazy and black around the edges like a dream. All youāre aware of is the incredible sensation that seems to take over your entire body.
"Jisungā¦" you breathe, your voice trembling.
He looks at you, his eyes dark with desire. He silently pleads for you to tell him to stop but you can't. You don't want him to stop. You want him, need him in a way that you can't describe with words.
"Don't stop." you whisper back, your voice barely audible. āMore.ā
He growls low in his throat, his hands squeezing your hips as he starts to move faster, the pressure building, driving you both closer to the edge. It feels incredible, each rub, each thrust sending sparks of electricity through you. Jisungās hips move faster, his breath coming in harsh pants as he grinds against you. You can feel yourself getting close, building to a crescendo and you know he's close too, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He doesn't care that he's about to cum in his pants just from dry humping you. You feel so damn incredible in his arms. But you stop him suddenly, your hands on his chest and he looks at you with wide glassy eyes.Ā
"I need you inside me." you say, your voice breathy and husky.
He stops his movements, his eyes searching yours. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice thick with lust.
You nod, your hands moving to his shorts, tugging them down. "Yes. Please. Fuck me, Jisung."
In the haze of weed and pleasure, a thought cuts through the fog. This is wrong. Danny is just a few feet away, sleeping peacefully in Jisungās bed. But the thought is fleeting, quickly drowned out by the overwhelming feeling of Jisungās body pressing into yours. He fumbles with his shorts, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. You lift your hips, helping him slide your leggings and panties down in one quick move. Back between your legs, he positions himself at your entrance and a bead of precum forms, dripping down and disappearing into one of the pillows. His eyes meet yours as he rubs the head of his cock up and over your folds, collecting your arousal and getting tip nice and wet. You shudder keeping your eyes locked onto his.Ā
He rubs the length of his cock against you, teasing your clit in a circular motion. Maybe if he doesn't actually fuck you, it's not that big of a betrayal to his friend, he thinks lamely, knowing how idiotic that sounds. Still, Jisung convinces himself that if there's no actual penetration, maybe he won't feel so guilty. If he just gets you both off like this, he could somewhat live with himself.
Your body shakes under him each time he thrusts upward, and he can feel your pussy getting wetter, making things far more slippery. "Yeah, you can cum like this, y/n, I know you can. Just cum like this for me. Fuck, let me cum on your stomach, and we can innocently continue our night," he coaxes you inside his head, his hips moving faster. You're so wet that Jisung slips and slides over your pussy with ease. He misjudges when he goes to push up again, moving far too quickly and slams hard into your cunt, making you both moan louder than intended. Both of you freeze, glancing over at Danny as he shifts in his sleep and rolls over to face the back of the couch.
āOh fuck,ā you and Jisung groan quietly in unison, trying to stay still with your hearts beating fast with fear.
"Fuck, you're so tight, y/n," he groans, his voice quiet and strained. "You feel so fucking good."
He starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, allowing you to adjust to his size. But it doesn't take long for the need to take over and soon he's fucking you forcefully and fast, his hips slamming into yours with a desperate intensity. Each thrust hits a spot deep inside you, that makes you want to scream. You close your eyes and see spots of lights behind your lids in the same purple hue that glows around the TV in the room. You can barely form coherent thoughts, the pleasure overwhelming your senses. All you can do is moan his name, over and over, as he takes your pleasure higher. The room is filled with the slapping sounds of skin against skin, the wet, obscene noises of your arousal mixing with your moans and his grunts.
He leans down, capturing your lips again in a searing kiss. His tongue explores your mouth with the same intensity as his thrusts and you can taste the sweet saltiness of his sweat on his skin. His hands roam your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples through your bra, adding to the onslaught of sensations. You canāt keep your hands off him, your fingers dig into his back as he fucks you hard, gliding down his skin making thin faint red lines. Jisung's thoughts are a mess. He's never felt like this before, never been this out of control. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, that he's betraying his best friend, but he can't stop. Your pussy feels too good to him, too perfect. You're perfect. The way your pussy pulls him in and squeezes his cock. It's heaven to him.
āSo wetā¦ oh god. So fucking perfect, y/n. Fuck,ā he whispers, looking down at you.
You can only moan in response, your nails digging into his shoulders as he thrusts harder, faster. The pleasure is a flame setting you both ablaze. Itās messy and intense, growing bigger and wilder with every touch and movement amplified by the high.
āSay my name,ā he demands, his voice rough.
Jisungās dominance surprises you, the way he takes control, guiding your body with a confidence that leaves you breathless. You open your eyes and gasp at the expression on his face. His face is a contradiction of emotions.
āJisung!ā you cry out, the pleasure overwhelming.
āThatās right,ā he murmurs, his hand sliding between your bodies to find your clit. He rubs it in time with his thrusts, sending you spiraling toward the edge. āJust like that, baby,ā he groans, with a smirk on his lips. āYouāre so beautiful.ā
āJiā¦ Jisung, Iām close.ā you gasp, your hands pulling him closer. He speeds up, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. The tension coils tighter and tighter inside you.
"Cum when I tell you to, y/n. Just a little more." he moans, closing his eyes. "Ah! Little more, a little more, baby. Yeah... oh fuck." He whispers, slowing his pace to pull out of you completely and thrust back in quickly.
He can feel himself getting closer and he starts to move faster. His thrusts become more frantic, more crazed, and you canāt hold back any longer. You can feel yourself hurtling towards the edge, the pleasure is too overwhelming. You cry out, arching your back and squeezing your eyes shut tight as your body tenses and the orgasm hits. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure floods through your veins leaving you breathless, shaking.
"Ji, Ji I'm cumming!" you gasp, your hands gripping him hard feeling him batter your cervix with the head of his cock.
Jisungās grip tightens on your hips, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Yeah, cum for me," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "Cum all over my cock, baby. Oh fuck!"
Your walls clench around him, milking his cock as he continues to pound into you. With a loud moan, you fall apart. Your orgasm rips through you with an intensity that leaves you feeling utterly and thoroughly fucked and incapacitated.
"Fuck, I'm cumming, y/n! I'm cumming-Ah!" he groans loudly, eyes squeezing shut.
He thrusts a few more times before he cums, spilling into you as he moans your name. The feeling of his warmth filling you is almost too much and it prolongs your orgasm, leaving you trembling and spent beneath him.
For a few seconds you both don't move, panting hard as your breathing slowly returns to its regular pace but as the high of the orgasm fades, reality crashes down like a tidal wave. Jisung pulls out of you quickly, his face full of panic and regret.
"What the fuck did we do?" he mutters, more to himself than to you. His hands shake as he runs them through his hair, over and over, looking like he's on the verge of a breakdown.
āWhat did I do? I'm dreaming... yeah. I gotta be,ā he screams internally. But the warmth of your pussy around him, still lingers, insisting otherwise. He glances down, seeing his cock slick and creamy with your cum, more undeniable evidence of what just happened. This wasnāt a weed-induced wet dream; heās done the unthinkableā he's fucked his best friend's girlfriend.
You sit up and reach out to comfort him, but he flinches away from your touch, the gesture cutting you like a knife. "I donāt regret it," you whisper, your voice trembling but sincere. But the look on his face is clear; he does.
"We canāt do this again," Jisung says, his voice firm but soft. "No matter how amazing it felt, we canāt. I... I can't betray Danny like that again, jagi. Fuck, y/n. I'm sorry."
Despite knowing you shouldn't, you can't help it; you lean in and your lips meet his. For a sweet, blissful second, Jisung kisses you back. You could blame your actions on the weed but you know you're more aware when you're high than when you're drunk. Jisung breaks the kiss and covers his mouth with his hands, glancing over at his sleeping friend.
āThis is wrong, y/n. So, so fucking wrong,ā he whispers, his voice filled with pain. āI've known Danny since we were in diapers. What happened... It was a mistake. We can'tā¦ā
His face is full of pain and confusion, tears threatening to spill over. You want to reach out, to comfort him, but he doesn't even want you near him let alone touch him now. That realization shatters you. Your own eyes sting with the threat of tears and you turn away, quickly gathering your clothes to hide your face.
You nod, fighting back tears as you get dressed. The lingering taste of weed on your tongue now tastes like ash and guilt gnaws at your insides at seeing Jisung so conflicted. He watches you, his silence heavy with all the words he wishes he could say. He wants to stop you, to pull you into his arms and kiss away the tears that threaten to fall but he knows he can't. You're Danny's girlfriend even if he doesn't deserve you. Jisung's already fucked up once, he can't again no matter what his heart is telling him.
Your hands are trembling while you fumble to pull on your pants, wishing there was something you could say to make things better. The silence is deafening, broken only by your shaky breathing and Danny's soft snoring. You gather your textbooks and notes, desperately trying to hold yourself together, to not break down before you can make out the door. Jisung lets you go, his heart breaking with every step you take. Inside, he's screaming for you to stay, but he doesnāt move. He just lets you go because he knows that itās for the best.
"I'm sorry, Ji." you say, your voice cracking. "Iām so sorry..."
Your voice sounds broken and It's barely audible, but it feels like a scream in the silence. When your hand turns the knob, the tears finally spill over and you rush through the open door. The door closes behind you with a finality that feels like a knife to the heart.
Jisung stares blankly at the door as it shuts, the lingering scent of sex and weed hanging in the air. The bitter taste of disloyalty and heartache, like poison, is bitter on his tongue. He collapses onto the floor after pulling up his shorts and buries his face in his hands. The room feels emptier than ever and Danny's sleeping presence is a constant reminder of the betrayal, making him want to throw up.
"Y/N... what the fuck have we done?" he whispers to himself, his voice breaking with a choking sob, wondering if you two will ever get through this without being burned even more.
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The Tragedy of a Dragon
Canon Aemond X Wife Reader
Word Count: 1,545
For the 12 days of smuffmas (Prompts by @ewanmitchellcrumbs)
December 12th - candlelight and collaring
Smuffmas Masterlist
Canon Aemond Masterlist
Full Masterlist
Dividers & Banners by @arcielee
Warnings: Sad emo Aemond, Slightly dom Aemond, P in V smut, mentions of death, mentions of murder. short sweet and to the point
āWelcome back, love,ā you say gently, lighting the last candle in your shared chambers. You had painstakingly laid candles all about the room to create an aura of softness and lightness. You knew your job: to be a sense of comfort, a sense of peace for your husband, a man who knew very little of comfort and even less of peace.
You breathe in the strong smell of sulfur and ash that emanates from your husband as he grunts his hello, landing with a loud thud on the edge of the bed and immediately reaching to remove his boots.
āAemond,ā you glide across the room, making sure your steps are light, nearly imperceptible. āLet me assist you.ā You move closer and wait for his consent. You have learned through trial and error that Aemond will only accept help if he approves it; if you try to help him without his explicit permission, he is liable to burn you where you stand.
āI burnt an entire village to ash today, and still you surmise I cannot remove my own boots?ā His tone is clipped and harsh, and his one eye glares at you, just waiting for a retort, something, anything he can use to set light to the kindling weighing so heavily upon his chest. Aemond is a dragon in more than name. He embodies that power, loyal, yet quick to cut you down if he's feeling weak or cornered. For the last few days, since his nephew was beheaded in his bed, a cruel act he feels entirely responsible for, he has been looking for a fight. With anyone, anywhere; not even you, his sweet wife, are safe from his wrath.
āNo. I simply thought you might enjoy that I bear the weight of this one small burden.ā You stand with your hands clasped in front of you. Do not react. No matter how much he lashes out at you, do not react. This mantra has been playing through your head for days. You maintain a gentle facade and an air of indifference, waiting for him to relent.
Aemond swallows audibly and finally waves you over. āYes, yes, dear wife.ā He lays back on the bed, looking up at the rich tapestry of the canopy above. āYou are too kind when I am cruel.ā
You kneel before him and dutifully remove his boots, slipping one off after the other. āOr you are too cruel when I am kind.ā You lift your head and smirk gently, placing your hands on his thighs.
Aemond chuckles darkly. āThat may be, for I am as cruel as they comeā¦ but alas, you know thisā¦ do you not?ā
āI am afraid that I do not. I know a kind man, a man I call my lord husband.ā You rise slowly from your knees. "Is there anything else, husband? Would you like me to have the servants run you a bath?ā
āNo, I would not,ā he huffs, pulling his eyepatch off and tossing it onto the nearby end table.
āHmmmā¦ā You click your tongue as you watch him lay on the bed, clearly exhausted from the day's activities.
āSay what is on your mind, wife,ā he breathes out, exasperated, rubbing slow circles over his temples.
āBurnt an entire village to the ground, you say?ā You walk to a nearby chest and slowly run your fingers over the lid before pulling it open.
Aemond lifts his head and raises an eyebrow. āI do not require that tonight, wife.ā
āYet you tell me you burnt down an entire village!ā You pull out the thick black leather collar, snapping the tough material with a quick tug. āThat sounds an awful lot like a beast that needs taming to me.ā
Aemond chuckles, his voice gravelly as you round the bed. āDoes it now? Well, that could simply be a dragon's morning greeting. Nothing to get worked up about.ā
You carefully lift your dress to straddle his lap. āLift.ā You hold the collar open before his throat.
He smiles to himself, eyes closed and humming slightly, ignoring your demand.
āAemond Targaryen, I said LIFT!ā You yank his head off the bed by his hair, and he gasps, a much wider smile gracing his strong features.
āLykiri, my love, lykiri.ā He holds his head, hovering above the mattress as you wrap the collar around the porcelain skin of his long, muscular neck.
āGood boy.ā You push him back down with a light thump. āNow to get this disobedient dragon in order.ā
āWhat makes you think this dragon would want to be tamed?ā He brings his hands to your hips, pulling you tighter to him. āA dragon is never truly tamed, loveā¦ they simply allow you to ride them.ā He grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into the fabric of your dress, and rolls your hips against his. He closes his eyes and moans as his breathing grows heavy, his hips thrusting upwards against your heat.
āNow, now, now. Stop that.ā You slip your hands under his shirt, slowly sliding the offending fabric higher and higher up his torso.
Aemond loses his patience and quickly rips the shirt over his head, tossing it behind him to fall over to the other side of the bed. As soon as the shirt is off, he pulls you down to him, his kisses frantic and needy. āTrust me, love,ā he growls against your lips. āYou can tell a dragon to stop, yet if they want to do something, they will do it.ā
He rolls you over onto your back, causing you to squeak, hiking up your dress to your hips. His fingernails scratch at your skin as he makes quick work of your underclothes, pulling them down the length of your legs.
āAnd thisā¦ this, I want to do.ā He dives into the crook of your neck like a beast seeking sustenance, one hand buried in your hair and holding your head in place while he ravages the soft skin between your shoulder and neck, his other hand moving hastily between your spread thighs, pulling and tugging at his breeches, trying to move just enough fabric for his manhood to escape the suffocating clothing item.
āIt is you who must be taught a lesson, my dragon!ā You reach up and gently tug at the leather collar around his throat, but you know it's no use. When Aemond wants something from you, he gets it.
āI have learned all I wish to learn,ā he pants heavily as he finally frees himself, lifting one of your legs around his hip and lining himself up with your heated core.
āThat cannot possibly be trāoh!ā Your words are cut off as he thrusts into you with no preamble. Not that you needed much of a warm-up.
āOh, but it is, sweet wife.ā He pants heavily as he bottoms out. With a loud, throaty groan, he sets the pace, his hips moving rhythmically against yours, the subtle creak of the bed growing louder with every thrust as his pace quickly increases. He holds your thigh tight to his hip, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh. āI have learned the world is cruel and cold everywhere,ā he leans down, bringing his face to yours without slowing his pace. āEverywhere in this entire blasted kingdom but here, between your thighs.ā He groans and throws his head back while licking his lips, mouth wide open, surrendering himself to the physical sensations. āHere is where I should be,ā he lets go of your hair to instead grip your hip, holding you in place, his thrusts growing harder. āPounding your cunt every waking moment. This is the only place that is warm and good.ā His eyes open and stare down at you as he chuckles. āMy sweet wife.ā He roughly tugs down the top of your dress, allowing your breasts to spill free. āYes, right here is where I should be.ā
You try to come back with a retort, a funny quip, anything, but your mind is blank, and the only thing you can do is whimper, āAemond.ā You reach up and grab at his chest, his sharp abdominal muscles flexing with each movement. The tightness under your fingers pushes you closer to the edge of bliss.
āOh, Aemond! Ah!ā You squeeze your eyes shut tight, your back arching off the bed. Your body temporarily goes numb; the only place capable of registering feeling is the heat between your legs. Aemond quickly follows you over the edge, yelling things in High Valyrian. You don't know what he said, but it didn't matter. You were filled with him, the warm sensation giving you tingles.
When you fall limp against the bed, Aemond is quick to drop beside you, his chest heaving, struggling to refill his lungs with the oxygen he so desperately requires.
The two of you lay in silence until Aemond breaks it with four quiet words that break your heart.
āIt was my fault.ā
You roll onto your side and pull him into your arms by the collar still wrapped around his neck, stroking his hair. You feel the hot and heavy sensation of his turmoil drip onto your shoulder, and you rub his back in silence, eventually falling asleep to the sound of his heavy, shuddering breaths.
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Hi, I was looking at PokƩmon character's ages and I think I found why you've had people say that Jessie is a teenager when he's 26. "In The Ultimate Test, Jessie falsely claims to be a 17-year-old idol (in Japanese) or diva (in English) as part of her disguise." So I think someone watched that episode and believed that to be her age.
Oh that's definitely one of the many reasons. There was a mistranslated line in PokƩmon 2000 that, funnily enough actually CONFIRMED that Jessie and James were around 25. But because of the mistranslation, people got the math wrong, thinking that Jessie and James were implying they were only 5 years older than Ash when it was really 15 years older.
There was also a couple English only books from the 90s that stated that they were teenagers. The books were riddled with many other errors regarding the PokƩmon themselves so uhhh, not the best source for info haha.
And finally there was a really popular tumblr post from like 10 years ago that had false screenshots of Jessie and James' ages saying they were 15. However, their bulbapedias only said they were 15 because one person was OBSESSIVELY changing their ages from 25 to 15. It apparently resulted in the mods just taking Jessie and James' ages off of their bulbapedia pages for a some time. But they're there now and have sources backing it up, thank god hahaha
There's a great post detailing a lot of this!
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hi! it's been a bit since i've shared any french ffxiv playthrough notes, but i've been making my way through endwalker recently, and while there have been quite a few differences i've noted, this is the one i want to share most so far. please excuse any spelling errors or missing words!
the scene: upon meeting hydaelyn after completing the aitiascope dungeon, she speaks directly to each scion.
to alphinaud:
en: thou dost pursue an impossible dream, yet knowing this, you pursue it nevertheless. and thou has learnt to depend on others as they do thee.
fr: your world fell apart when you realized that there was no absolute justice, and yet, your friends extended you a hand
to alisae:
en: thy yearning for the power to save the powerless hath ever driven thee to greater heights, thou hast grown strong.
fr: your strength on its own has sometimes revealed itself not to be enough to achieve your wishes, but whenever your powerlessness tourmented you, your idol was there totake you along in their wake.
to thancred:
en: though those closest to thee no longer walket by thy side, their love remaineth thy guiding light
fr: despite your grief of not having been able to protect the person whom you cherished the most, you never relinquished the love that lived in you and it has led you to find a new hope.
to urianger:
en: for duty's sake, thou has been bound by truths unutterable time and time again. yet thy heart never wavered, as they companions will attest.
fr: as for you, you suffered from not knowing how to express the essence of your emotions. fortunately, those whom you surround yourself with didn't need words to read into your heart.
to yshtola:
en: in thy pursuit of mysteries great, all thou believed was called into question. undaunted, thy thirst for knowledge remaineth unquenched.
fr: the truth is often deformed, sometimes forgotten. but even after having accepted this as fact, you never abandoned your quest for wisdom in the hopes of finding that which you searched
to estinien:
en: the fires of hatred that once burned in thy heart burneth no more. from their ashes doth spring light and love, warm and pure.
fr: hatred scorched your earths and consumed your people in great numbers, but a glimmer of hope surged forth from the white ashes to reveal an azure future
to graha:
en: as witness to black calamity, thou despaired at man's helplessness. resolved, thou didst unite a distant world on the brink of collapse.
fr: you endeavored to do the impossible to save a world from an unprecedented catastrophe, and after that, having convinced a whole people that they could write their own destiny, you accepted to live your own adventure.
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100 Witchcraft Tips in 100 Days!
Day 3 - How to Turn Herbs into Loose Incense
Turning your herbs into a blend of loose incense is a wonderful way to connect with the energies in your plants. It not only can be used to make your home or living space smell nice, but can also be used for a variety of practices. Whether it's for smoke divination, cleansing, or spells there's a blend for every intention.
Gathering Ingredients
There are 3 types of ingredients used for loose incense; herbs, resins, and wood shavings. Herbs are the most versatile of the bunch. There are a plethora of different herbs each with their own correspondences. Some notable basic herbs that every witch should have laying around somewhere include basil, bay leaves, chives, cilantro, dill, oregano, mint, parsley, rosemary, and thyme. Resins are your tree saps, these include frankincense, myrrh, pine sap, and dragon's blood. Wood shavings are self explanatory, they're pieces of bark and wood from trees. Make sure before proceeding that you know the herbs, resins, and wood shavings are safe to burn. Some herbs, resins, and wood shavings can be toxic to humans and pets.
Preparation & Blending
To prepare your herbs to be blended into your loose incense you want to make sure they're 100% dried to ensure they don't grow mold and they burn well. You can dry your fresh herbs by hanging them upside down in a well ventilated room. Once the herbs are dried, use a mortar and pestle to grind dried herbs and resins into either a fine powder or coarse blend, depending on your preference. As you grind these herbs focus on what they do and how they contribute to your intention and blend them together. You may need to adjust the ratios depending on the strength of each ingredient, but you'll figure that out as you learn more.
Binding & Burning
Binding is an optional step when making loose incense, however, adding a small amount of powdered charcoal or gum arabic can help make your blend burn more evenly. When you're not actively burning your loose incense make sure to store it in an airtight container so it doesn't loose it's potency. There are multiple methods to burn loose incense, however, I like to create sigil shaped incense trails. There are multiple ways to make incense trails. One of such ways is to spoon the powder into a mold placed on a bed of ash, this method originates from China. The method I use includes pouring it out in the general shape of the sigil, then I pat it down with my fingers and fix any errors I may have made when compacting it. Once you've made your trail you simply light one end and let it burn.
Simple Blends by Intention
Protection Blend - Used for cleansing your space and creating a protective barrier against negativity
Rosemary (Protection, Purification) - Potent protector, often used to clear negative energy and set boundaries.
Bay Leaves (Protection, Strength) - Used in this blend to amplify the shielding energy.
Cedar (Grounding, Protection) - Provides grounding and strengthens the protection created by the rosemary and bay leaves.
Frankincense Resin (Spiritual Protection, Purification) - Used for protection and connection with your higher self.
Abundance and Prosperity Blend - Used to attract wealth and prosperity
Basil (Wealth, Abundance) - Used to draw wealth and secure success.
Cinnamon (Success, Prosperity) - Typically considered fast acting and bringing rapid results.
Mint (Financial Gain, Luck) - Commonly used to bring luck in financial matters.
Clove (Attraction, Manifestation) - Used to strengthen manifestation, helping to focus your intent on drawing in wealth and success.
Peace and Relaxation Blend - Used for meditation, relaxation, or healing after emotional stress
Chamomile (Calm, Relaxation, Healing) - Used to bring gentle healing, diffusing tension, and creating a peaceful atmosphere.
Lavender (Peace, Calming Energy) - Promotes peace, calm, and sleep.
Lemon Balm (Emotional Healing, Calm) - Aids in emotional healing and brings a gentle clarity to situations.
Mugwort (Dreamwork, Relaxation) - Used for enhancing intuition and calming the mind.
Spiritual Growth and Intuition Incense - Used for rituals focusing on spiritual growth, meditation, or divination
Sage (Cleansing, Spiritual Clarity) - Powerful cleansing herb that helps clear the mind and create a space for spiritual work. Please use common sage and not white sage.
Mugwort (Intuition, Psychic Development) - Enhances psychic abilities and helps to deepen your intuition.
Frankincense Resin (Spiritual Connection, Purification) - Aids in connecting with your higher self.
Cedar (Grounding, Spiritual Protection) - Provides grounding energy, ensuring that you will stay rooted and protected during rituals.
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